Aside from attending Mass and belonging to St. Norbert Catholic Church in Orange, Ca I also belong to a small group “Christ In You”. Don’t bother to looking it up on the internet because we have no web page. Why? we are technically challenged but do powerful work for the Lord. It is through this group that my missionary trip have come forth.
Today, an ordinary Sunday for most but not for me. I will be teaching on one of my favorite theologians, the Apostle Paul. Paul wrote the Epistles, including, Philippians (my lesson today). Paul was imprisoned when he wrote to Philippians; yet he never lost his joy or direction. How can you have joy when you are imprisoned? Our world, our country in imprisoned by the lies of the enemy. Never have I witness so much of holding back on the truth. Anything you state on social media that does not conform to the masses you get blasted and called a hater. The truth will always be the truth; Paul never once gave into lies, he was is imprisoned because he was a Christian
not a criminal. How do we operate in this society with the web of lies? Remember the characteristics of Christ: humility, servanthood , merciful and loving; we are call to be His example. Our country needs God more than ever and just like the Philippians we need encouragement to know that God still sits on the throne and waiting for us to unite in prayer. Pray for our country and that God remains in all that we stand for, our closing hymn at Mass today was America the Beautiful “America, America God shed his grace to thee is thee…” Have a Blessed Forth of July!
“Even now,” declares the Lord, return to with all your heart with fasting and weeping and mourning.” Joel 2:12
For over 15 years the mantle of the homeless ministry has fallen on my heart. I will never forget the encounter with Michael, a scrawny, medium height young man in his early twenties. After handing Michael a sack lunch I asked him if he needed prayer. In a soft hurting voice he answered yes. As I looked into his eyes I asked him what he needed prayer for, he stated that his father recently died of a heroin overdose, he added that his grandmother also died of the same thing. Michael wanted prayer to be freed of the bondage of heroin himself. This prayer encompassed going back three generations. The Bible speaks of this type of affliction and its attachment to the bloodline as a curse brought on by the sins of our fathers.
“The Lord is slow to anger and abounding in steadfast love, forgiving iniquity and transgression, but he will by no means clean the guilty, visiting the iniquity of the fathers on the children, to the third and fourth generation.” Num 14:18
You can break these curses off your familys’ bloodline by this simple prayer:
Dear heavenly Father, I humbly come before you and I ask that you would expose and remove (name curse here) off of my bloodline. I command this (name curse here) curse off me and and any family members. If there is anything in me that is culpable and keeping from serving you remove it in the name of Jesus. I thank you and praise you for the work you are doing in healing of my family. Amen
About a year ago, my right toe (the one closest to the big toe) was not cooperating with the rest of my toes. It was tired and protesting all the work and just checked out. This put the other toes on overload; it was too much for them to bear and other problems ensued. My journey to France and Spain would suffer because of the stubborn toe.
Purchasing more comfortable shoes for the trip was a disaster; instead of going to a walking shoe store I opted for a more fashionable blue suede loafer. Just after two hours of breaking in the adorable shoes (while sitting on the bus) pretty much ruined the rest of the trip. Oh, and that toe gave me heartache with every step. I was a trooper and the more I forced walking, the worse the damage; now two toes joined in the revolt and all I could do was use these petite French corn covers to bring the smallest amount of comfort. Prayer didn’t work either, nor holy water, it would become my little traveling cross.
When returning from the trip I Googled “how to stretch your shoes”. It looked simple enough so I filled a zip lock baggie with water and put it in the shoes and place in the freezer, but that just made a huge mess of water and the shoes took on a deeper shade of blue. Next step, the local shoe cobbler. After paying the exorbitant $15, I wore the shoes again as the nightmare continued the toe and his buddies went into a foot coma. The following day I returned the sweet shoes to their origin and never looked back.
And the eye cannot say to the hand, I have no need of you; nor again the head to the feet “I have no need of you.” My foot is part of my body and when it hurts it affects the rest of my body. (1 Cor 12:21)
We as Christians are part a body and when we see others in pain we too hurt with them.