From a letter written on the day of her death –
A few other Words from Mother Teresa on Mary
From a letter written on the day of her death –
1. “Loving trust and total surrender made Our Lady say ‘yes’ to the message of the angel. And cheerfulness made her run in haste to serve her cousin Elizabeth. That is so much our life: saying ‘yes’ to Jesus and running in haste to serve him in the poorest of the poor. Let us keep very close to Our Lady and she will make that same spirit grow in each of us.”
2. “Pray especially to Our Blessed Mother Mary, placing all your intentions into her hands. For she loves you as she loves her Son. She will guide you in all your relationships so that peace may fill your life.”
3. “Let us ask Our Lady, in a very special way: Mary, mother of Jesus, be a mother to each of us, that we, like you, may be pure in heart, that we, like you, love Jesus; that we, like you, serve the poorest for we are all poor. First, let us love our neighbors and so fulfill God’s desire that we become carriers of his love and compassion.”
4. “Mary is our mother, the cause of our joy. Being a mother, I have never had difficulty in talking with Mary and feeling close to her.”
A few other Words from Mother Teresa on Mary
5... She never feared to proclaim Jesus her son. At Calvary we see her standing upright – the mother of God, standing next to the cross. What a deep faith she must have had because of her love for her son! To see him dishonored, unloved, an object of hatred. Yet, she stayed upright.”
6 “How much we need Mary to teach us what it means to satiate God’s Thirsting Love for us, which Jesus came to reveal to us. She did it so beautifully. Yes, Mary allowed God to take possession of her life by her purity, her humility, and her faithful love…Let us seek to grow, under the guidance of our Heavenly Mother…”
7 “If we stand with Our Lady, she will give us her spirit of loving trust, total surrender, andcheerfulness.
“And I learned soon enough that prayer does not take away bodily pain or mental anguish. Nevertheless, it does provide a certain moral strength to bear the burden patiently. Certainly, it was prayer that helped me through every crisis.
Gradually, too, I learned to
purify my prayer and remove from it the elements of self-seeking. I learned to
pray for my interrogators, not so they would see things my way or come to the
truth so that my ordeal would end, but because they, too, were children of God
and human beings in need of his blessing and his daily grace. I learned to stop
asking for more bread for myself, and instead to offer up my sufferings, the
pains of hunger that I felt, for the many others in the world and in Russia at
that time who were enduring similar agony and even greater suffering. I tried
very hard not to worry about what tomorrow would bring, what I should eat, or
what I should wear, but rather to seek the kingdom of God and his justice, his
will for me and for all mankind.
"Thy will be done." That
was the key, but only slowly did I come to experience how perfect a prayer is
the Our Father, the Lord's Prayer. "Lord, teach us how to pray", the
disciples had said, and in his answer, the Lord had explained the whole theology
of prayer in the most simple terms, exhaustive in its content, and yet intended
for the use of all men without distinction. The human mind could not elaborate
a better pattern in prayer than the one the Lord himself gave us.
He begins by placing us in the
presence of God. God the almighty, who has created all things out of
nothingness and keeps them in existence lest they return to nothingness, who
rules all things and governs all things in the heavens and on earth according
to the designs of his own providence. And yet this same all-powerful God is our
Father, who cherishes us and looks after us as his sons, who provides for us in
his own loving kindness, guides us in his wisdom, who watches over us daily to
shelter us from harm, to provide us food, to receive us back with open arms
when we, like the prodigal, have wasted our inheritance. Even as a father
guards his children, he guards us from evil--because evil does exist in the
world..."
From Walter J. Ciszek's book, He Leadeth me
Very often wearing a mask can be harmful to your health. The lack of oxygen, visibility, feelings of panic, and disorientation…..
This morning I dutifully wore a mask when I attended mass at
the Annunciation at 9 am. I’ve had some kind of unpleasant, respiratory condition
for over a week, which includes a cough.
When Mike and I arrived at mass he noticed a strong smell of
perfume. I didn’t at first, however, after a short while I started to have
trouble breathing and felt panicky and the coughing followed which was way
worse than usual.
Still wearing my mask, I made my way to the washroom
coughing all the while. Thankfully I was alone in the lady’s room on the verge
of throwing up. Then I had the sensibility to remove the mask and that is when
I noticed the smell of some kind of perfume. Of course, I threw it away, tried not
to panic, took some deep breaths, put on a new mask, and went out to the lobby,
where I stayed until communion No more coughing or shortness of breath.
I have allergies, as most of us do. When Debbie was born the
tape they used in the hospital to hold the epidural needle in place caused my
entire back to turn red and itchy. It turns out I was allergic to the glue on
the tape. Sometimes I will have an allergic reaction to a leather watch strap. Spring
and Fall were very difficult when we lived on Loyola avenue but since we moved
to Blue Jay Crescent no problem, I remember one time my lower eyelid puffed up like
a balloon. It turned out to probably be the dish soap I was using
Allergies can be dangerous. And masking too.
Thankfully I can eat peanut butter yeah!!!!!!!!
from their website
What Hell Must be Like
“ The world of solitary confinement is a universe of its
own...the isolation...the silence...the interrogations that would go on for 24
or 48 hours with no rest no sleep no food...the psychological...the minutes of
silence and solitary routine stretched out without end...
There was no such sort of human companionship to sustain you at Lubianka.
When you came back from an interrogation session here, you were on your own.
You could only torture yourself by going over and over the session in your own
mind, wondering whether what you had said was right, or what you might have
done better, agonizing again and again over every question and every answer.
Here there was no relief to be sought by talking it over with somebody else, by
asking advice (poor as it might prove to be), by sharing experiences, and by sympathizing with one another.
Solitary confinement, in short, must be very much like what some
theologians paint as the principal torment of hell: the soul, at last, recognizing its mistakes for what they were and condemned forever to the loss
of heaven, constantly tormenting itself with reproaches and tearing itself
apart because it still sees and understands and wants the things it has lost
forever, but knows it is condemned to lose forever because of its own choices,
its own failings, its own mistakes..."
From Walter J. Ciszek's book He Leadeth
me
Well, this is probably why. As you know, doctors have lost their conscience rights! It's despicable how our Federal Government treats our doctors, nurses, and other healthcare professionals
https://nationalpost.com/news/canada/medically-assisted-death-canada-losing-maid-providers
The number of MAID deaths has grown from just over 1,000 in 2016, when assisted dying in Canada was formally legalized, to 31,644 in 2021