Showing posts with label My family. Show all posts
Showing posts with label My family. Show all posts

Wednesday, August 06, 2014

Starting now.



My family has Ebola.

My family is being slaughtered by ISIS.

My family is entering the United States illegally...

  • Report from Iraq: families throwing children from a mountain to keep them from terrorists ... Deacon Kandra has the story here.  Click here to donate and help these who are truly in need.  They have lost everything.  They had no 'bug out' bags - no time to collect possessions.  In some cases, what little they had was taken from them as they fled.
  • ISIS just captured the Iraqi town of Sinjar in the first major defeat of Kurdish forces. Religious groups that had taken refuge there are in imminent danger of being massacred. - Story here.
  • Christian leaders in Liberia declared that Ebola is a plague from God in punishment for sin.
Last Sunday, Archbishop Zeigler in a Homily during Mass at the Sacred Heart Cathedral in Monrovia, called on all members of the Catholic Church in Liberia to observe three days of serious prayers, using the Holy Rosary for God’s intervention to bring remedy to the Ebola epidemic.
Rt. Rev. Zeigler urged Christians, especially Catholics, to knock on the door of God. “The Church has used faithful and truthful prayers to God for intervention in our lives in times of peace, war or famine. Let us not miss this opportunity to pray together and go to God in the spirit of humility and repentance,” he admonished Catholics.
The Catholic prelate warned that Liberia has a very heavy load to carry, and called on all Liberians to unitedly shoulder that burden. - Source
  • "Immigrant children coming into this country have been the subject of much attention, debate – and, fortunately, great compassion by many – especially our Catholic charitable agencies and parishes. For the most part, they are young people, without their parents, who are arriving in this country seeking a refuge from poverty or gang violence." - Cardinal Dolan
I must fast and offer everything as a sacrifice.  I must pray and pray and pray.  I must donate - donate whatever I can.  I must not stockpile or horde or reject the needs of others.  I must repent.  I must cry out, full throated and unsparingly...  I must repent.

“Why do we fast, but you do not see it?
afflict ourselves, but you take no note?”
See, on your fast day you carry out your own pursuits,
See, you fast only to quarrel and fight
and to strike with a wicked fist!
Do not fast as you do today
to make your voice heard on high!
Is this the manner of fasting I would choose,
a day to afflict oneself?
To bow one’s head like a reed,
and lie upon sackcloth and ashes?
Is this what you call a fast,
a day acceptable to the LORD?
Is this not, rather, the fast that I choose:
releasing those bound unjustly,
untying the thongs of the yoke;
Setting free the oppressed,
breaking off every yoke?
Is it not sharing your bread with the hungry,
bringing the afflicted and the homeless into your house;
Clothing the naked when you see them,
and not turning your back on your own flesh? - Isaiah 58

I repent.