Well! Well! Well!
did not want to go over this again, not that it will do any harm but
I do feel it might seem egotistical.
seem that I did not tell this story completely, nor
did I start at the beginning. For the last week or so, I have surely
been reminded often do it agin and make it right. I missed out parts before and it is important they are inserted. This
then is a more complete version.
One week some years ago I, and my
wife went to Tacoma to visit with an older couple with whom we were
friendly. I more so than my wife. On the way we decided to stop in at
Enumclaw in Washington State, we had friends there, Jim and Bobbie
with whom we often stayed and with
whom we spent
time in prayer. Lorna Keras introduced us. While
there we met Fr Walter Weinrich, a retired Maryknoll missionary
entire priestly life was spent in Mexico, as
among the native peoples. He lived among them in the jungle and in caves. It was I believe the Feast of the Exaltation of the Holy Cross, September 14th. Fr Walter suffered badly with Malaria, so
badly he started off mass that evening wrapped in every piece of warm
clothing he could possibly wear. We had to wait at
the consecration while he took most of his hats, scarves and
overcoats until he was in his vestments. He told us a story about
Mount Rainier which was very interesting and I did make some
enquiries a few days later that gave us reasons to see how
that evening we left to stay with secular friends in Tacoma.
next morning we
breakfast with them and went to find a morning mass. Remember this
was in the very early 90's and it would be true to say and hope the behavior and demeanour of those we met have changed. We went first the Church of the Holy Rosary on the hill
above the Tacoma Sports arena. The Church was closed and a woman
answered the door at the presbytery. What a show it was, dressed in a semi opaque, white
She sent us to St Leo's down the road. This was a frightening
experience for my wife and certainly a disgusting experience for
myself. I have and never hope to see another sacrilege like that
performance. First of all we went in and sat near the front. There
were three old people saying the rosary, not as a group but
individually. Three middle aged women came in and stood behind the
three elders and made such a racket they, the old ones, had to stop praying. It
reminded me of Macbeth, the bubble, bubble toil and trouble scene. we watched as a young man came in dressed in cords, sweater and loafers, with
some kind of what I probably mistook for a wedding ring on his left
hand. He spent
a few moments with the three women and then wandered off to
come back in some kind of priestly vestments. What followed then was
nothing other than a travesty of the liturgy. They started at a small
table. All gathered around only to move to the Lord's "table" to stand
in a group around the table and, if I remember right, holding hands. No
one was able to make a sign of the cross which was sorely needed. I
knelt down and prayed causing a great deal of uncomfortableness all
round. Heads kept rotating to watch what I was doing.
liturgy finished I kept praying the Rosary and I heard or perhaps
many would like to say I had a thought. “I am lonely Michael” I
stared around and off the side of the altar, the Church was wider
than long. At one time the altar was at the east end, now
it was on the south wall. Further down the wall I saw something covered with dirt and
cobwebs. I went down to it and saw a statue covered in dirt. I saw later when I went back with another priest
friend the most beautiful statue of Notre
Dame de Grace. She was or the statue was quite large so I said a decade of
the Rosary and a Memorare. When leaving the Church the three women
were waiting in the parking lot for me? I could not say. I did ask
them if any one had a rosary group in the parish? Their answer, “Not
here, we are a good church”.
was something present that was not good. Whatever it was, it gave my
wife a fright. She wanted to go back to Canada immediately. The presence was not
so frightening for me but I agreed. Ann claimed and rightly so,
something followed us back along the highway but prayer convinced it
to go away. As some of you have read on my blog earlier I prayed at
this time with a Mrs Lorna Keras who was very definitely a visionary.
Although I have never admitted it until lately when I was with her
and others of her group or supplicants I heard all that was said.
Lorna was a good woman and in a tremendous state of grace and Jesus
or Mary often spoke through her. Lorna was privileged to speak Their messages to their children. Usually the conversation was from
Lorna's lips to the supplicants ears. No one else was privy to these
very personal conversations and Lorna rarely remembered them, the conversations. So I say again I was able to hear and was allowed to hear these priveliged conversations. Ann and I described the events of our visit to Enumclaw
and Tacoma. Lorna said, “We must pray”. Each time I was with
Lorna, Jesus or Mary said to her, “We want to speak with Michael,
you must pray”. So we did and during the prayer I asked if they
wanted me to buy the statue? There was a silence, a long one and
Jesus Himself asked me, “Do you want to buy the statue or console
your Mother”. I did not need to think and said, “Yes I want
to console my mother”. There was another long silence and I thought it is finished
and Jesus spoke again, “You must go to the Grotto and space 12
steps from the mercy gate and dig a well”. Another long silence
during which I asked interiorly, “May I take witnesses?” Jesus
said, “You may take witnesses”. Due to my human frailties I did
make mistakes in my choices, which eventually led to a separation of
my spiritual life from Lorna. I lacked patience mostly, always in a
hurry to get things done. Probably why Jesus asked, I mean told me
later, “Just who do you think you are? I lead you follow. I died
for you. Read the Scriptures”. Later still Mary told me, “Learn
Patience”. Later you will see a little of what Patience means for
us all and what is needed for the supernatural to take place.
later that week a Thursday I think I went with Lorna and twelve
witnesses to find the Well at the Grotto in Mission. BC. I found that
it is almost terrifyingly unbelievable how so many will misunderstand
in a personal way what happens and how so many will try to take over
and manage Christ's or Mary's instructions and words as applying only
Part 2 to come.
Labels: Blessed Mary, Christ, Enumclaw, Lorna Keras, Mission Grotto, St Leo Tacoma., state of grace
Corpus Christi and a reflection on our state of grace
Today and I think unfortunately we are celebrating the Feast of Corpus Christi. It should have been celebrated last Thursday or at a stretch yesterday the 1st of June. The hierarchs in order to make it easy for us to do all religious things simply and with out either much effort, nor to be uncomfortable in any way, changed the day. During the liturgical celebration of this feast and as I approached the Altar I as usual say the great byzantine confession.
"O my Lord I believe and I confess You are truly Christ, the Son of the Living God, who came into this world to save sinners of whom I am the first. O Son of God receive me today as a partaker in Your Mystical Supper for I will not betray Your Mysteries to Your enemies with a kiss as did Judas, but like the thief I acknowledge You: remember me O Lord when You come into Your kingdom. Remember me O Master when You come into Your kingdom. Remember me O Holy One when You come into Your kingdom. O Lord, do not let my partaking of Your Holy Mysteries be for my judgment or condemnation, but instead, for the healing of my soul and body. Here I add, "A time of righteousness and sanctification". God be merciful to me a sinner. God cleanse me of my sins and have mercy on me O Lord. I have sinned many times. Forgive me O Lord".
St Paul wrote, "Those who eat and drink unworthily, eat and drink judgment to themselves". What does the byzantine prayer of confession mean and what does St Paul tell us? For me I see it this way. It is just as we arrive to receive Him it happens like the Psalmist tells us in Psalm 138, "O Lord you have tested me and known me." Is He present veiled by Bread and Wine, as God the Father was by the veil of the sanctuary in the Temple at Jerusalem? He above all can be critical of the state of our soul at this moment. Does He try us right then and find so many wanting? I believe so. How many are really worthy? It is part of our human values to take out insurance against death in this world. How many have taken out spiritual insurance through the Sacrament of Confession? Why take a chance on our eternal life when it seems so many of us take no chances on our worldly lifespan through insurance and pension schemes. I do find it no coincidence as I pray the byzantine confession, in the dreadful unseemly procession, that lacks reverence, which brings us before Him at the altar, the sign of peace takes place just begin the journey we make to the altar to receive Him who died for us. Are many of us Judases as the prayer describes? Why do so many not consider who is waiting there for us? He, our Christ, is waiting at the altar. Do we love Him as He loved us? It is bordering on silliness to say after this bedlam, "Lamb of God grant us Peace". Do so many believe they can grant peace by the touching of hands. Many must think they do by the eagerness to by which they embrace this worldly action. It is certain we the laity cannot grant peace. Ours is a worldly peace and if I read Pope Pius 9th. or was it the tenth who in an encyclical wrote, "those who communicate daily should confess daily". Later on in the same encyclical he wrote of the contagion of sin". How inaccurate am I? In your humble opinion I am probably out to lunch. It is easy to find out. Take this to your parish priest, your spiritual guide appointed by the local ordinary to aid in your salvation, or even write the local ordinary who is responsible for every soul, catholic, or christian and gentile in his area, ask him to guide you. You might ask your priest if you deem it necessary that when he leads us in the Credo not to gallop, as do so many parishes I have visited, when you pray the this great unifying prayer declaring our faith. We say it so fast it is impossible for us to understand mentally what we are saying.
Labels: Byzantine, Corpus Christi, Encyclical, Pope, Sacrament of Confession, salvation, the eucharist