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Last week I took my mother to All Saints Cemetery to visit my fathers grave. While we were there she asked if I’d mind stopping at the grave of the daughter of one of her friends. This little girl died when she was five, back in the 70′s.
We got out of the car and I noticed that these grave sites were not like the others. They all belonged to children. They had lambs, and toys and teddy bears on them. My mom explained that this was the area of the cemetery reserved for children and infants.
Back when I was around 9 years old, I had a vision during Vacation Bible School that clearly showed me God had a purpose for my life. When I was 18, unable to afford to go to college as I wished, I made a deal with God that if He taught me what I needed to know to do whatever it was He had in mind for me when the time came, that I would do whatever He asked, knowing my whole life that one day, He would call on me to do something important.
One day I was out walking, trying to sort out in my mind just what God wanted for me. I had long felt a sense of vocation but had just been turned down again by my Director of Ordinands.
Sensing the call is one thing and is quite the easy part; trying to discern it is quite another thing altogether. And so, here I was, walking along and trying to make sense of my inner turmoil.
I think the site and it’s concept are great, thanks for sharing!
Here is a little about myself. When I was 2 years old I was diagnosed with Neuroblastoma. Went through Chemo and Radiation and a bone marrow transplant. I have a tattoo on my chest. Veins that pop out, very visible. If this has not happened I would have died from a heart attack. The blood was blocked and made the veins pop out of my chest the blood found another way and I survived. This tattoo is my medal of honor; this is my tattoo from the Lord, he has claimed me, I belong to him!
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Posted by stuxstu
Jun
09
2009
I read a wonderful and inspiring story on Damian Thompson’s blog for the Telegraph, Holy Smoke, about an “unfinished sermon” by a Monsignor William Kerr. Monsignor Kerr “collapsed with a stroke while delivering a sermon in Tallahassee, Florida” and he later died at the hospital. I highly suggest you read the whole story at Damian’s blog, but here are the parts that inspired me.
Monsignor Kerr “was famous for having administered the last rites to one of serial killer Ted Bundy’s victims and then became a spiritual counselor for Bundy on death row” (Holy Whapping blog).
It wasn’t too long ago when I was very upset at my Church. There were some problems going on that I felt were handled poorly and my favorite priest was going to pay the price (at least that is what it looked like.) This particular weekend, we got to hear some bad news.
I do volunteer work with the Respect Life Ministry and that weekend I had to be at every Mass helping with the information table. Driving to the Church to be at the first Mass I was fuming, thinking that I had had enough. I was thinking that I was going to just leave the ministry and quite possibly the Church. The reason I was at every Mass was because we couldn’t get enough volunteers, why should I put myself through this when no one cares anyway?
I had been having communication problems with the product manager I deal with most. He wouldn’t listen, he kept making changes and he wouldn’t tell me what he did. This lead to several very angry phone calls with customers and distributors. So as to not ruin my weekend, I put the BlackBerry down and refused to even look at my laptop for fear of another disaster happening! Didn’t really work, I fumed all weekend (you can ask my wife).