A gypsy legend claimed that a gypsy stole the nail during the Crucifixion that was intended to pierce the heart of Christ, and as result God granted them the right to commit petty thefts when in dire need. A variant claimed that a gypsy blacksmith forged the nails that crucified Christ and as a result the gypsies are doomed to wander until Christ comes again. Of course the gypsies did not leave their native India until a thousand years after the Crucifixion.
Burn of the Day
- Donald R. McClarey
Donald R. McClarey
Cradle Catholic. Active in the pro-life movement since 1973. Father of three, one in Heaven, and happily married for 43 years. Small town lawyer and amateur historian. Former president of the board of directors of the local crisis pregnancy center for a decade.
I understand that any law may be broken to save human life. That is why Les Miserables by Victor Hugo hits home.
Mary De Voe.
I probably watch Les Miserables three or four times a year. I just love the story. As you have surmised by now I never did develope a deep thirst for reading. I have read many a short story on the Saints. Thomas Merton’s No Man is an Island, Christ against Christianity and Mother Angelica’s story by Raymond Arroyo are a few favorites….but Les Misez is near the top.
City of God by Venerable Mary Agreda and the eight volumes by Vertola are fun to read even though it’s considered fiction. The life of the Holy Family brings great joy, fiction or not. It brings great respect for Jesus too.
Victor Hugo hit a home run, and then some.
https://ewtn.co.uk/article-vatican-clarifies-that-writings-of-maria-valtorta-are-not-of-supernatural-origin/
Valtorta….. sorry on misspelling her name.
Thank you, Philip.
You do read very much and the books you read are the very best.
Bless you in your work. May I suggest that you give Miraculous Medals to all of the individuals whom you visit and instruct.
May God be with you.
Mary
Here is the third part of the judgement of the atheist after death.
Part Three:
Indignant, the atheist said: “I may never say I am? and who are you to dictate to me?” God said: “I AM your Creator and One Who keeps you in existence from one instant to the next. I have a copyright to my name ‘I AM’ and you may not use my name. I also have a patent on you since your creation and being made immortal for all eternity.”
“OK” said the atheist, “but I still refuse to acknowledge you as God just because you say so.”
God replied: “I endowed you with free will and intellect. You are smart enough to realize that I AM God. Then and now prove that I have not perfect Love and Divine Providence. Can you prove that I AM not perfect Truth?”
The atheist replied: “I do not have to prove anything. I have free will and I choose to reject God.”
God said: So, in rejecting God, you prove that God is true Being. You may go your own way but without using My name “I AM”.
“May I suggest that you give Miraculous Medals to all of the individuals whom you visit and instruct.”
You may.
My history of the miraculous medal is a story that will be best shared when we’re all together at the big reunion to come. Having the Mother of God run the home movies is better than me trying to tell the story.
I’ll share a couple of the “clips.”
Mom and Dad tirelessly gave away miraculous medals throughout their life. When I finally started to wake up from my deep sleep I found the Militia Immaculata through a group called The Mary foundation. in the jubilee year 2000 I consecrated myself to Jesus through Mary via Saint Maximilian’s MI movement. With a two trips to Marytown under my belt and a bag of 50 newly blessed medals I underwent what I call a divine appointment. A client was involved in a head-on collision and was recuperating at the Kenosha Rehab nursing center in Kenosha Wisconsin. I had documents that needed to be signed in order to release some funds for her. I parked in the wrong parking lot but as Providence would prove it was the parking lot I needed to park in. when I entered the facility I realized I was in the nursing home section, not the rehab section.
My heart was breaking as I saw and smelled the effects of an understaffed facility. With the blinders on, I rushed to find my client. After taking care of business I was about to find out that Our Father had a new business plan in-store for me.
Just 30 ft away from the exit I met a woman in a wheelchair banging her head against a cinder block wall. She was calling out; “Mother help me, mother help me.”. I was frozen in my tracks, I couldn’t move forward, I went down on my knees and ministered to her with my first miraculous medal from my new bag. “Your mother is right here and she doesn’t like what you’re doing now stop it.” I commanded. I went into a light Marionology and St Catherine Labore’ lesson with her. She was moved to tears. So was I at seeing relief come to a lonely soul, abandoned for what ever reasons, and hungry for fellowship.
After that encounter a woman stepped in front of me asking me for help. She was the activities coordinator. She overheard my story telling and asked me to share that story, medals and lead the Rosary for the Catholics on the next Wednesday afternoon. Without hesitation I said yes. Strange that because I couldn’t imagine leading the Rosary. I was still using my trifold “How to Pray the Rosary” booklet, but I said yes.
On my way there from Watertown I stopped at the Sacred Heart seminary in Hales corners Wisconsin. They had a gift shop. I wanted to pin the miraculous medals to memoarie prayer cards.
I bought a box of safety pins at Walgreens and went to work in my Bonneville in the parking lot of that nursing home rehab center. I looked at the clock, and realized I had 5 minutes to get to the chapel. I took all of the cards and medals that I had made and put them in a paper sack and ran inside.
I led the rosary, I told the story, and then asked who would like to have a card and medal. Every hand went up so as the aids brought them forward to go out of the chapel the activities coordinator and I handed the gifts to each of them.
The last soul came up and took her gift.
The coordinator in astonishment said; “how did you know?”. How did I know what? I asked.
“How did you know to have 34 cards and medals pinned together for this afternoon.”
She noticed that the bag was now empty.
Coincidence?
No.
God supplies what we need when we take a risk for God.
I had another confirmation a week and a half later at the St Jehoshaphat basilica in Milwaukee.
That story is for Our Lady to share with you in person.
Gypsies! We shall speak of them no more!😘