[The last Prayer of the Saint before he died.]
|Father of truth, Here is Thy Son,
The sacrifice in which Thou art well pleased.
Accept Him for He died for me.
So through Him I shall be pardoned.
Here is the offering.
Take it from my hands
And so I shall be reconciled with Thee.
Remember not the sins that I have committed
In front of Thy Majesty.
Here is the blood which flowered on Golgotha
For my salvation and prays for me.
Out of consideration for this,
Accept my supplication.
I have committed many sins
But Thy mercy is great.
If Thou wilt put them in the balance,
|Thy goodness will have more weight
Than the most mighty mountains.
Look not upon my sins,
But rather on what is offered for them,
For the offering and the sacrifice
Are even greater than the offenses.
Because I have sinned,
Thy Beloved bore the nails and the spear.
His sufferings are enough to satisfy Thee.
By them I shall live.
Glory be to the Father Who sent His Son for us.
Adoration be to the Son Who has freed us and ensured our salvation.
Blessed be He who by His love has given life to all.
To Him be the glory.
Saint Charbel Makhlouf - One of the Greatest Saints of Our Time
St. Charbel, please pray for my brother Nicholas: he has ischaemic small-vein disease and is thought to be incurable.
May God the Father of Mercies restore him to full mental acuity.
+ I ask this in the name of Jesus Christ, true God and true Man +
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Don’t you love a Heavenly testimony (story).
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July 23, 2012
From ‘The Best of the Spirit of Medjugorje’:
I felt prompted to send you the following story since tomorrow is St. Charbel’s feast day. This story is from The Best of “The Spirit of Medjugorje” Volume II.
Im Here Waiting For You Every Day
By Jane Monica Spurrier
In 1987, on my third trip to Medjugorje, I purchased a book about Modern
Saints by Ann Ball, and therein was a story about St. Charbel. I loved him
instantly and discovered, lo and behold, he was canonized on my birthday,
I lived in New York City at the time and my church was Notre Dame on the
upper west side by Columbia University. Daily Mass was said in the grotto of
Our Lady of Lourdes each day at 8 A.M. One particular Saturday I woke
up late, and was so hungry I ate my oatmeal.....but didn’t leave myself
enough time to fast before Communion. I kept praying, Oh Jesus, what miracle
could allow me to receive You since I knew I needed one hour of fast time.
This kept on, and when the Consecration occurred I did not have the
required one hour to receive. During this time a rather odd looking old man
entered the side door. He was dressed like a monk but didn’t look like our
Franciscans, and I was rather annoyed by his appearance since I thought he
was some psychotic New Yorker.
After Mass ended, I stayed in the grotto to pray. I noticed to my right
I could see into the Sacristy and there was the priest who just said Mass
changing out of his vestments and the odd looking monk changing into
vestments. The little monk was coming out to say Mass! We never have a
second daily Mass, but this visitor was going to say one and this would give me
the chance to receiving Our Lord! I was overjoyed.
During the Mass the monk was praying in a language I didn’t understand.
It wasn’t Latin, because I know Latin, but I couldn’t decipher what language
it was. After Mass I stayed in the grotto to praise Our Lord and thank
Him some more for sending the stranger to say Mass. I was the only one there
and during the Consecration the monk looked at me and his eyes said, Do
you want to receive? I eagerly nodded back Yes! We both could
understand each other without saying a word.
When Mass was over, I went in to thank the pastor (the first priest who
said Mass and functioned as the altar server for the monk). I said,
Father, you don’t know what a great miracle this was, that I got to receive
Communion! The monk smiled with a look of abundant joy, happiness and humor -
the look of someone who laughs a lot and is very happy. The pastor didn’t
seem to get my point.
The next day I went back again. I saw the pastor and couldn’t stop
telling him what a great miracle it was for me. Then I said to him, Father, by
the way, who was that priest? I don’t know, he replied, I never saw
him before. I couldn’t believe my ears! What priest would allow another
one to say Mass without knowing who he was?
Several months went by. I opened my book of Modern Saints again. I
turned to St. Charbel and honestly, almost had a heart attack when I saw his
picture. HE WAS THE MONK!!! He had appeared to say the Mass for me. Can
you imagine? I later found out he has appeared numerous times since his
death. I was glad I didn’t know at the time who he was or I would have had a
stroke. St. Charbel had a great devotion to Mass and the Blessed Sacrament.
Anyway, I haven’t seen him since, but I know there is a picture of him in
Charlie’s store in Medjugorje. I’ve asked those brothers to sell me the
picture, but they declined because it was a gift given to them. I thought the
miracle of St. Charbel was so awesome and then today a voice inside of me
said, But I’m there waiting for you in the Eucharist everyday, to show you
how much I love you. I sent Charbel so he could carry Me to
you.....that’s how much I wanted to receive you too.
Jesus waits for us every day in the Mass. He performed the greatest
miracle on earth when He created the Eucharist. A small piece of bread,
blessed, transformed into HIS presence, waiting for us. The graces we receive at
Mass are incalculable. Don’t miss this opportunity to meet Jesus in
“The Lord bless you, and keep you! The Lord let His Face shine upon you,
and be gracious to you!
The Lord look upon you kindly and give you peace!” (Numbers 6:24-26)