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Posted on 07/03/2004 12:14:49 AM PDT by melsec
After reading a thread earlier which talked about the Charisms of the Holy Spirit I thought about not seeing the Spirit but being able to see His effects i.e. like the wind blowing analogy. For me and I believe for most people their is a critical moment in life when we make the decision to follow the Lord or not I am really interested to hear other people's comments on this or their testimonies on how God moved on them.
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For sure there does come a point in one's life where that revelation is made...I can vouch for it for I have been there and experienced the same.
You didn't say how old you are now, so I wonder how long it's been since your 'revelation', as you call it. I only mention that because after the initial 'epiphany', a certain reality sets in. I'll leave that for you to discover.
'These men who were hired last worked only one hour,' they said, 'and you have made them equal to us who have borne the burden of the work and the heat of the day.'
"But he answered one of them, 'Friend, I am not being unfair to you. Didn't you agree to work for a denarius? Take your pay and go. I want to give the man who was hired last the same as I gave you."
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Great story Dominick
Like I said in an earlier post it really is a case of God working or moving on us - then hopefully we respond. I do believe God draws all people to himself - so sad many don't recognise Him when he comes and so sad so many refuse Him.
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I'm a cradle catholic, fell away in my teenage years. Later, in my early twenties, had a minor trial and began a dialogue with God. I spoke to him as if he were standing at the foot of my bed, thats when it started. Very shortly thereafter, I went to confession and oh it felt so good to wipe the slate clean. There something to confessing your sins out loud to someone and HEARING them say to you that you are absolved in Jesus' name. Then, my father told me about Medjugorie and that sealed it for me and have been going strong since. I experience dry spells, the last one was a couple years, that was difficult. Its hard to pray when you don't have the desire to do so, but I managed by the grace of God.
Everytime I receive the Eucharist, I imagine Jesus hugging me. Its wonderful. I love and treasure my catholic faith.
I attended my scan B. E. weekend
second B. E. weekend
God can handle whatever these often-angry people throw at Him, but you folks need to be lifted up in our prayers to take the brunt of their anger.
You are where you are supposed to be.
Thank you. But I am ready to move on and let someone else take on the running of B. E. of Oregon! LOL!
How absolutely beautiful! This prompts me to pass along one of many wonderful things God has done for me.
I am quite a social person and love to give everyone a big hug. A couple of years ago when our church was being renovated, the Tabernacle was put into a small room off the school auditorium where Mass was celebrated. I had asked a friend about heaven and if we made it would it be OK to give Jesus a big hug. She said you would know what is appropriate when and if you get there.
The very next day I was alone in the little room with the Tabernacle and started to say my rosary. All of a sudden my thoughts turned to the conversation of the day before. And then the following words formed in my brain, "You don't have to wait to get to heaven to hug me, come hug me now"! In tears I went up and hugged the Tabernacle - it was a most wonderful experience. Since the church has been completed and the Tabernacle resides in a Chapel off the main church, every opportunity I get I make it a point to give Jesus a great, big hug.
Anyone else who has the opportunity to do the same, I guarantee you will never forget it!
I was brought up in a Protestant family. I went to Sunday school every so often, but didn't attend regularly until I began singing in the choir. Some years I went regularly; other years I didn't. Other than one grandmother, I probably went more than anyone else in the family.
My husband grew up in a Catholic family but fell away shortly before we started dating. He began attending my services at my church and singing in the choir, also.
After 30 years of service, our minister retired and the new one was very different. He was far more liberal in his theology and elsewhere. I began to question much of what I was hearing from the pulpit. After several discussions with the new minister, I began seeking answers from friends I trusted. One, who had some answers that actually made sense to me was a cousin of my husband who was studying to be a Deacon in the Catholic Church. I had many wonderful conversations with he and his wife. Many of the people here at FR know him as ThomasMore.
I'm a "black and white" person; there are very few gray areas in my life. When searching for answers, the Catholic Church provided strong ones. But even then, it was the Holy Spirit which, when I began to pay attention, took hold of my heart and filled it with a shining light that was so strong, it literally took my breath away - and still does!
The rest is history. My life, since my conversion, has been so much better. My husband and I had our marriage blessed in 2000. My children have all had their 1st Communions. I don't suffer from doubt and indicision as I used to. I don't fear death. I rejoice in the small things I see each day. I worry far less. There is peace in my life - even when day-to-day chaos is all around me in the form of my 3 wacky, wonderful children! Praise God!
I was born into basically nothing. The only time I ever attended church was to be baptized a Lutheran when I was six. Met and married a cradle Catholic and she prayed hard that I would find God. I was very thick headed and it took 19 years of marriage for God to finally find his way through my thick skull.
After many sleepless nights, waking for what I thought was not good reason, I finally just lay in my bed and for the first time in my life, I really prayed. One week later I started attending church regularly, two months later I decided to enter the OCIA class at church. My first Sunday accepting Gods body and blood I balled my eyes out in church; the feeling of relief, love, and oneness overwhelmed me. 5 years later Im a 4th degree Knight, on the OCIA team, sing (?) in the choir, am a lector, and try in other ways to repay God for the many blessings he has given me over the past 48 years. Oh yeah, and no more sleepless nights.
Wow. Your story brought tears to my eyes. If only there were more catholics like you.
"My first Sunday accepting God's body and blood I balled my eyes out in church; the feeling of relief, love, and oneness overwhelmed me."
I was wondering how many others reading this thread have received the 'gift of tears'?
St. Ambrose says of the two conversions that, in the Church,
"there are water and tears: the water of Baptism and the tears of repentance."
God granted me that Grace, and I consider it the greatest gift of consolation that He could grant.
If anybody has received it and wants to know more about it, read St. Catherine of Siena 'The Dialoge' or St. John of the Cross 'Dark Night of the Soul'
There is a whole theology to it.
**There is peace in my life**
Thank you for sharing your story!
**the feeling of relief, love, and oneness overwhelmed me.**
Andyman, I have tears in my eyes, thank you!
Wonderful story. I think you will get a great big hug in heaven!
**"there are water and tears: the water of Baptism and the tears of repentance."**
The tears happened to me one evening after Confession. I just felt so close to God. All I could do was sit there and sob quietly for about 10 minutes before I could even begin to say my Penance.
I help to give healing weekends for the divorced, widowed and separated or anyone who has suffered a significant loss in their life. Tears are definitely a part of it, and we let them cry. But we also encourage them to put their thoughts and feelings down on paper.
Just like the Marriage Encounter weekend, presentations are given, there is a quiet reflection time and then we have a small group time. (Obviously no couples on these weekends.)
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Sorry, after reading your post it all came back to me. Thanks and God bless!
There are - as one gets older one starts listening with an open mind and things become so clear.
I remember being a teenager and even in later years, I knew it all, had too much going on in my head and didn't take the time to be QUIET and listen!
Amazing what one hears!
Thanks Salvation! I know you will receive a big hug too - and - I plan to be second or third in line to also give you a hug!
As a matter of fact, all of you wonderful people who have opened up so in this thread, I send you all a great big hug right now. You are ALL in my prayers.
Perhaps one day we can all get together for a 4th of July picnic in heaven!
By the way, has anyone seen the video "All Animals go to Heaven"? It's put out by Dr. Jack VanImpe and his wife Rexella. I've had to put down five of my beloved pets over the years and after seeing this video, I feel much better about everything.
I do get carried away, don't I?
God is good hey! Better late than never. I don't think God needs our pay back but I certainly understand your expression of love and gratitude at His great mercy and forgiveness. I believe it's what Paul meant when he said he was under obligation to preach the Gospel.
I long to hear Catholics share their faith and love of Our Lord Jesus Christ in the way people have in this thread. I have heard Protestants do it for years I really believe every Catholic has a story that they may not have considered - It is however the word of their Testimony and it says to others that God is alive and working in and through his people's lives. Theology is great, doctrine is great however nthing seems to speak more directly to outsiders or build up the fatih of insiders more than a persoanl testimony of what God has done for them and how much they love him for it. It's great news!
**I really believe every Catholic has a story that they may not have considered - It is however the word of their Testimony and it says to others that God is alive and working in and through his people's lives.**
Let's all gather 'round the campfire and exchange the wonderful things that have happened to each and every one of us courtesy of a loving Father!
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Mr. Gruner and his supporters may argue that his disobedience to his superiors is a token of his "higher obedience to God." His supporters should remember that this is the same argument employed by Martin Luther to scant his own vow of obedience.
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My spirit began to diminish in jr. high and almost collapsed in high school. A lack of good teaching combined with bad teaching, such as evolution and modern literature, as well as the sex-saturated popular culture, began to erode my character. In high school my two heroes were Jesus Christ and Mick Jagger. Talk about cognitive dissonance!
College introduced me to girls and partying, and things continued to spiral down, although to the outside world, I was a success, since I had a degree in engineering and I had an attractive (atheist) girlfriend.
When she dumped me after her graduation, I thought the world had come to an end. By this time I had figured out that I hated engineering (I chose the profession for the money and because I figured no one could tell me that 1 + 1 = 3). So at age 23 my mid-life crisis began. I began to search. My search began, strangely enough, with economics. I practically worshipped Milton Friedman since seeing his TV series in the late 70s. Finally I had found something that was true, and someone who wasn't afraid to speak it!
Meanwhile, my mother developed cancer. I went to a retreat that year. I had to ask a friend if he had a Bible that I could bring along, since our family didn't have one. My mother died, and the following year, my father died. It was a time of tremendous grief and isolation. During this time I went through an Objectivist phase, which I ultimately rejected because of Rand's atheism. But I couldn't counter her arguments. I examined many other modern philosophical systems, but found none of them satisfying.
Eventually, because of Milton's Friedman's influence, I began to look into the natural law, which ultimately led me to Thomas Aquinas. At last I had found the philosophical pearl of great price. I spent the next few years reading mostly Peter Kreeft and C.S. Lewis.
Today, 20 years later, my life revolves around Christ and His Church. Sometimes I wonder if I've changed (my childhood friends have noticed a difference), and then I remember that 20 years ago I was too embarrassed to go into a store to buy a Bible. I thought people would think I was a religious nut 8-)
Mother Angelica says, "when I think God's telling me to do something, I do it!"
It's as simple as that.
I really said that. That moment marked the beginning of my slide, which didn't turn around until my parents' illnesses which I mention above.
My revival began my senior year in college when, in a state of total despair and confusion, I asked God to send me suffering. He answered my prayer, and sorted out my life.
A couple of months ago I took my two daughters (6 & 9) into Church for a few minutes of Eucharistic adoration. We knelt to pray, and then I noticed that my youngest girl was inching toward the Tabernacle. My older girl looked at me and I whispered, "it's OK." We watched. She stood up, spread out her arms, and gave the Tabernacle a great big hug. It made my body tingle. It's a moment I'll always treasure.
**Eventually, because of Milton's Friedman's influence, I began to look into the natural law, which ultimately led me to Thomas Aquinas. At last I had found the philosophical pearl of great price**
What a powerful story! Thank you for sharing it.
I did at my wedding. Couldn't keep them back. My wife didn't though, which was a little embarrassing 8-)