Prayers for the dead
Last evening I returned to a parish that I really enjoyed. I went back for the evening prayers, a Panaheda for the man I sat beside at the liturgies and other rituals ever since I was at that parish. One of the finest men I have known. I was happy to go back and see the older ladies, mostly widowed who I really respect. I like ladies of whatever age, so many as I grew up treated me so well, Sisters Mothers and girls that were sisters to me. I appreciate and see the strictures that society places them under. A society that rants against the Catholic Church and her teachings. The pressures it brings upont these women who are practicing catholics, in every sense.
The older ladies to me are so beautiful in an amazing way, many of them at this church have worked unceasingly to build up the Parish for their whole lifetime and at eighty plus many of them still do their level best to keep the Church the thing of beauty it was meant to be. Tthe results of their efforts have made both the building and the activities a work of great faith. To watch many of them pray is a privilege, they put their whole being into their posture before God. It is amazing and I thank God for their prayers for me. Ask them to pray and their eyes light up and I am sure they immediately kneel and do their best to attract God to their point of view. Old and wise grown gracefully old in His service I am sure there prayers are a delight to Him who made us.
I like the little girls who attend this parish, many of the very little ones dressed in white show a purity that transcends mere mortality. I cannot express any more simply my feelings for the old and the young in this parish. Then there are the mothers, some approaching middle age, these are the ones that the pressure of the world almost, but does not crush by its secular sinful influence.To watch these women of faith old, young and middle aged as they work, each in their way for the good of the Church is a wonderful thing. As fortunate, blessed creatures they were all involved in the creative work of God and did, and do it so well. Is it any wonder I love the older ones and my sisters in Christ, they are for me an obvious example of Glorious Mary. May, I pray God treat them well and reward them most delightfully. May I hold them always close to my heart.
Funnily enough for the former parish priest this was not enough and he was right. he tested me. He asked me to pray with him, for more children. He wanted that the miracle of motherhood, sisterhood and childhood to be repeated in his church. To carry on in the holy tradition of Catholic Womanhood. He claimed strongly that our prayers were answered.
At this joyful time as we celbrated the fact that Eugene seen God, in His beatific Vision, of Whom I was pushed to askthis, "Jesus, Eugene has seen You, do not be harsh with him, but look upon his charity and my enjoyment of his company at mass and prayers, bless him and lead him to the place You prepared for him".
Again at this joyful time there were those whose mien and eyes were spoiled by a grayness, a very dull light, that I cannot like, a small eyed spite it seems, perhaps a fear they do not recognize. How hard I have prayed today that God would draw them to His Cross and they would ask Him for help to know themselves.
The former priest often spoke of his desire that many of them would come to confession where he could help them spiritually. He wanted so much to do what he could do so easily and that is forgive their sins. So much desire on his part and so little cooperation on theirs. I pray it does not continue the parish priest needs more repect for the sacramental ministry that is his. I mean above all things Christ, the priest as the Forgiveness of Sins.
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