{"id":49033,"date":"2023-05-26T05:54:09","date_gmt":"2023-05-26T09:54:09","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.markmallett.com\/blog\/?p=49033"},"modified":"2023-05-26T18:43:52","modified_gmt":"2023-05-26T22:43:52","slug":"day-13-his-healing-touch-and-voice","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.markmallett.com\/blog\/day-13-his-healing-touch-and-voice\/","title":{"rendered":"Day 13: His Healing Touch and Voice","gt_translate_keys":[{"key":"rendered","format":"text"}]},"content":{"rendered":"
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I would love to share your testimony with others of how the Lord has touched your life and brought healing to you through this retreat. You can simply reply to the email you received if you’re on my mailing list or go here<\/a>. Just write a few sentences or a short paragraph. It can be anonymous if you choose. <\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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WE<\/strong> are not abandoned. We are not orphaned… <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Let us begin Day 13: In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit, amen. <\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Come Holy Spirit, Divine Comforter, and fill me with Your presence. More so, fill me with a trust that even when I cannot feel my God as I wish, even when I cannot hear His own voice, even when I cannot see His face with my eyes, that I will love Him yet in all the ways He comes to me. Yes, come to me in my weakness. Increase my faith and purify my heart, for “Blessed are the pure in heart, for they shall see God.” I ask this through Jesus Christ my Lord, amen.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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IT<\/strong> was a stormy winter night that evening in New Hampshire. I was scheduled to give a parish mission, but it was snowing hard. I told the parish priest that if he needed to cancel, I understood. “No, we need to continue, even if only one soul comes.” I agreed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Eleven people weathered the blizzard. Fr. began the night by exposing the Blessed Sacrament on the altar. I knelt down and began to quietly strum my guitar. I sensed the Lord say in my heart that someone there did not believe in His Real Presence on the altar. Suddenly, words just popped into my head, and I began to sing them:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Mystery upon mystery
Candles burning, my soul yearning for You

You are the Grain of Wheat for us Your lambs to eat
Jesus, here You are…<\/em><\/p>\n

I would literally sing one line and the next one was right there:<\/p>\n

In the disguise of Bread, it’s just as You said<\/em>
Jesus, here You are…<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n

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When the song finished, I could hear someone weeping in the small gathering. I knew the Spirit was working, and I just needed to get out of the way. I gave a brief message and we went back to adoring Jesus in the Holy Eucharist. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

At the end of the evening, I saw a small gathering in the middle of the aisle and went over. Standing there was a middle-aged woman, tears streaming down her face. She looked at me and said, “20 years of therapy, 20 years of self-help tapes and books… but tonight, I was healed.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

When I arrived back home in Canada, I recorded that song, which we can make part of our opening prayer today…<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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