Germans i germanes, les coses comencen a avançar molt ràpidament al món amb els esdeveniments, un sobre l'altre ... com els vents d’un huracà més proper a l’ull de la Tempesta. [1]cf. Els set segells de la revolució Això és el que el Senyor em va demostrar que passaria fa uns quants anys. Però, qui de nosaltres es pot preparar per a aquestes coses fora de la gràcia de Déu?
Com a tal, m’han inundat correus electrònics, missatges de text, trucades telefòniques ... i no puc seguir el ritme. A més, sento que el Senyor em crida a més oracions i escoltes. Crec que no estic al dia amb què He vol que ho digui! Alguna cosa ha de donar ...
As of today, I am going to shift my focus to answering the questions and concerns that are being raised, it seems, by the hour—starting with the Synod. But there are other things I have to say… things that have been several years in the coming, and it’s time.
There is a lot of fear out there… fear of the Pope; fear of Ebola; fear of war; fear of economic collapse; of empty stores shelves; of terrorism… of so many things.
Last night, a friend texted me regarding a possible Ebola outbreak in a major Canadian city (not yet in the news). He said he and his wife are praying about fleeing their home. I was standing in a store while he was texting me, punching the credit card pin pad that hundreds of others had held during the day. And I thought… who knows? The virus could already be here. We just don’t know it yet.
With these and other heavy thoughts on my heart, I listened as “The Bird Dance” suddenly began to play on the loudspeaker above us. I was standing there with four or five other people, so I looked at them and said, “Come on everyone!” All of sudden we were all laughing, doing that ridiculous bird dance in the middle of Walmart.
Dear friends, that’s how we’re going to get through the days and hours ahead: through a spirit of joy and confiar in Our Lord. If I contract Ebola tomorrow, I will look toward Heaven and say, “Jesus, I’m coming home! Make me ready to see you face to Face.”
Yes, the “bird dance” is going to get us through the apocalypse. That, and salm 91. Pray it with your family. Recall it often. God is our refuge. And He gave us His Mother to bring us safely to Him.
So today’s daily Now Word on the Mass readings is the last in that format for now, until I can catch up on the other things I need to write. And I will do so frequently. Funny… last week, I sensed the Lord saying that I needed to start writing “special reports.” When I went online to do my daily news run, I stopped by Spirit Daily. Michael Brown announced that morning that he was going to start writing “special reports.” It’s my guess that the other “watchmen” in our times are all feeling the same as me—that our time to speak is short. Truly, I don’t know how much longer I will be able to write to you like this. So one day at a time.
Today’s Now Word is a word of encouragment (aquí). I hope you get a chance to read it at markmallett.com/blog. If you are not subscribed to my general mailing list where I’ll continue to send out future writings, click here: To Subscribe. Please note: check your spam or junk mail folder if you stop receiving emails from me.
Please remember to pray for me, as I do each day for all of you.
Marca
PS In January of 2012, a question rose up in my heart during prayer that did not seem to be my own:
How much longer, Father, until your right hand falls upon the earth?
I la resposta, que vaig compartir ràpidament amb el meu director espiritual, va ser la següent:
Fill meu, quan caigui la meva mà, el món no serà mai el mateix. Les ordres antigues desapareixeran. Fins i tot l’Església, tal com s’ha desenvolupat durant 2000 anys, serà radicalment diferent. Tot es purificarà.
Quan es recupera la pedra de la mina, sembla aspra i sense brillantor. Però quan l'or es neteja, es refina i es purifica, es converteix en una joia brillant. Així de diferent serà la meva Església a l’era que vindrà.
I, doncs, nen, no us aferreu a les escòries d’aquesta època, perquè serà arrasada com la palla al vent. En un dia, els inútils tresors dels homes es reduiran a un munt i allò que els homes adoren serà exposat pel que és: un déu xarlatà i un ídol buit.
How soon child? Soon, as in your time. But it is not for you to know, rather, for you to pray and intercede for the repentance of souls. Time is so short, that Heaven has already drawn in its breath before Divine Justice exhales the Great Storm that will ultimately purify the world of all wickedness and usher in My Presence, My rule, My justice, My goodness, My peace, My love, My Divine Will. Woe to those who ignore the signs of the times and do not prepare their souls to meet their Maker. For I will show that men are mere dust and their glory is fading as the green of the fields. But My glory, My Name, My divinity, is everlasting, and all will come to adore My Great Mercy.
Notes al peu
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