![]() ![]() ![]() That just came to my mind and I’m starting to well up and I want to hold off on breaking down until Easter, to be as strong and committed to Him alone just as He was to His Father in heaven to the best of my ability, to be faithful to the end even unto death in order to be saved. Just say the word, and my servant will be healed.” Matthew 8:8 “And the centurion answered, “Lord, I’m not worthy for you to come under my roof. Every Easter for many years now I’ve watched “The Passion of The Christ” film as a personal offering of all my heart to Jesus in a very painful and personal way alone as anytime I watch that film I go into a kind of shock and sob like a child and feel my guilt along with my sorrow for Him! “I am not worthy but only say the word and I shall be healed.” “Everything you expected I would have as well, and in fact if I had visited there I would without a doubt had been crying and gotten on my knees in thanks and sorrow for what I helped do to our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ! We all carry some of the culpability and responsibility by default just being mere fallen humans. I felt it hit me deeply because what she was expecting is just what I would. She mentioned how during a trip to the Garden of Gethsemane, Jerusalem, she was surprised when all of the folks there were being tourists and chatting as well as comparing other daily gossips and surprising was how she expected to see people weeping or at least very solemn but were not. I want to share a comment I made with another Catholic woman who blogs like we do. Now that I know of it I will have to read it again because it is very inspirational and the thought of Jesus actually working through or being present in the hands of the priest is a monumental thought, because it brings Him that much closer to our mere broken earthly lives. I never heard of this before and I feel I should have. Thank you Kathleen! God bless you and may His blessings be upon you abundantly. May our courage and strength be increased When the death dews on our lids are falling, ‘Tis the hand of a priest that absolve us.īut the hands that will bless and unite us, When we come to this world we are sinful,Īnd the hands that make us pure as angels We feel their warm clasp of true friendship, ![]()
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