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Prayer...

Prayer is, in the strictest sense, a humble religious petition of man to God to seek divine benevolence and benefits he needs for life, both temporal and eternal. It is a conversation with God, either by accepted prayer forms, or from the heart. Consider these words as if God were speaking them to His children...

"It is not necessary my child, to know much in order to please me much; it is enough that you love me fervently. Speak here to me then, as you would speak to your most intimate friend, to your mother, to your brother."

~God your Father~

He Gave His Only Son

"Have you come to believe because you have seen me? Blessed are those who have not seen and have believed."

John 21:29

Quotes to Live By

There should be less talk. A preaching point is not a meeting point.

The dying, the cripple, the mental, the unwanted, the unloved-- they are Jesus in disguise.

In the West there is loneliness, which I call the leprosy of the West. In many ways it is worse than our poor in Calcutta. (Commonweal, Dec 19, 1997)

It is not how much we do, but how much love we put in the doing. It is not how much we give, but how much love we put in the giving.

The poor give us much more than we give them. They're such strong people, living day to day with no food. and they never curse, never complain. We don't have to give them pity or sympathy. We have so much to learn from them.

I see God in every human being. When I wash the leper's wounds, I feel I am nursing the Lord himself. Is it not a beautiful experience?

I do not pray for success. I ask for faithfulness.

Let us not be satisfied with just giving money. Money is not enough, money can be got, but they need your hearts to love them. So, spread your love everywhere you go.

If you judge people, you have no time to love them.

~Mother Teresa~

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Listen For His Voice

by Patti LaRue

The other day I was at Providence Hospital for two separate visits and a wonderful thing happened.

I had a little time between the two different appointments and decided to take a stroll, as I passed by one room, out of the corner of my eye I caught the sculpture of Mary cradling her son in death. I went on going deciding the restroom might a be a good stop before the next appointment. As I went back the same direction, I caught another glimpse of that same sculpture, but this time I was compelled to listen to the voice in me that told me "Come and sit a while with me."

Come and sit....

...a while with me.

As I walked into the hospital chapel I was immediately struck by it's simplicity and beauty. But it was more than that. It was the instant feeling of peace that overcame me. And as I knelt to pray, I felt his presence all around me. In front of me, behind me, beside me, everywhere. I felt his joy and his love and suddenly realized it was me that he was so happy to be with. What an amazing feeling.

He didn't ask for much, just a few moments of my time and spend it with him. I had no great revelations, no visions, nothing, just the knowing that he was pleased that I followed His voice and spent a few moments accepting his love.

He didn't ask for much...

...just a few moments of my time.

The next time you feel the urge to suddenly stop what you are doing, doesn't matter where it might be, it could be in a park, near a church, at work, wherever. Listen to that voice. He just wants a few moments of your time to share His love with you.

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