Brothers and sisters, several weeks ago, I came into my office where I’d just been a few minutes before, and the statue of Our Lady was tipped over and the crucifix of Jesus suddenly broken, Our Lord dangling by one arm. I stood there in stunned silence realizing that I was under an attack of some kind. I could feel it that day, and have since. In this same time frame, we have had our washer and dryer break down, all of our vehicles hit with major repairs in the thousands, our farm machinery breaking down, even the new dryer subsequently broke!… and on and on. And I, personally, have never experienced such oppression in my thoughts and prayers as the past month, to the point where writing has become difficult at times. And so, this morning I’m reeling a bit as I am dealing with multiple repairs and a mounting debt to keep our farm and family moving forward. As such, I have to deal with these issues….
I want to speak to you more about prayer, and going deeper. But for this moment, I want to repost a writing which I felt urged to do anyway last Friday morning for my new readers. That evening, the attacks in Paris began. This, dear friends, is just the beginning, as you know. In fact, I have intentionally left my last writing A Time to Weep sitting there this past week, because it should speak to those with ears to listen. I had read that meditation at a Remembrance Day service last Wednesday. When I was done, I looked at the congregation and held up my Rosary and said, “This is the answer!! This is the weapon of our times!” Yes, there is no where to hide from this Storm, save, the Immaculate Heart of Mary, which the Father has given us as our refuge. There, we will find the strength, wisdom, and grace, and yes, joy, that we need for this hour… the Hour of the Sword.
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