29 April 2010

Weep, Rachel! Baby Boy Aborted Alive and Left to Die

I would have taken him in a heartbeat and loved him.  You probably would have as well.  I know there are countless couples out there who would have given anything for the gift of him.  I know when you read about what happened to him, you will be as angry as I am at this moment.  Then you will, hopefully, weep as I am at this moment.  He deserves every tear we can shed and then some.

The story of this horrible evil deserves righteous anger.  It is entirely appropriate to scream and wail.  There doesn't seem to be nearly enough wailing – that may be what is beginning to bother me most.  I am enraged by the overriding hush.

The UK Telegraph reported April 28 that in the town of Rossano, Italy, a 22 week-old baby boy was  aborted alive, wrapped in a sheet with his umbilical cord still attached and left alone to die.  20 hours later, he was discovered by a priest who went to pray beside his body and noticed that the baby was moving and breathing.  Doctors then had the baby taken to a neighboring hospital to be cared for in a neonatal intensive care unit, where he ultimately died, nearly two days after being ripped from his mother's womb and discarded like trash.

His mother decided to end his life because prenatal scans suggested he was disabled.  Suggested.  Possibly disabled; declared unworthy to live.  He was murdered by heartless animals wearing lab coats, who have medical degrees hung in frames on their office walls.  He was handed over to death by the one who was entrusted by God with his care, and he was killed and thrown away by those who take an oath to “first do no harm.”

It's time to stop tip-toeing around, sugar-coating our language for fear of sounding offensive.  What's offensive is what was done to this child.  What's offensive is the barbaric execution of babies in the womb in the name of “reproductive freedom.”  What's offensive is that societies at large turn their eyes away, pretend not to notice, and justify the evil being masqueraded as a “right.”

How I long to hear Rachel weeping!  How I long to see her wail at the top of her lungs, cover her head with ashes and mourn for her children!  “A voice is heard in Ramah, mourning and great weeping, Rachel weeping for her children and refusing to be comforted, because her children are no more.”  Jeremiah 31:15

Instead, it is the anti-Rachel who presently exerts her influence and power over us.  The anti-Rachel is heard in the voice of Planned Parenthood, NARAL, NOW, Emily's List, Catholics for Choice, Catholics United, the judges and politicians who protect abortion “rights” and yes, our President.  The anti-Rachel sits in the seat of power in our country and around the world, and weeping for our children has been eschewed; now we declare victory and “freedom” won by their calculated deaths.

The anti-Rachel said just today that abortion must be kept safe and legal and whether or not it is rare is beside the point. 
“If those 1.21 million abortions represent only the women who could access abortion financially, geographically or otherwise, then that number is too low.  Yes, too low....Do we dare admit that increasing the number of abortions might be not only good for women's health, but also moral and just?”  RHReality Check, “Keep Abortion Safe and Legal? Yes. Make it Rare? Not the Point.” by Aimée Thorne-Thomsen

I would love to hear Ms. Thorne-Thomsen defend what was done to that baby boy in Italy this week, and defend it she must if she insists abortion is just and moral!  

Where is the statement from Planned Parenthood extolling the courageous service of this doctor in providing the mother the “reproductive health services” she needed?  It should not make one iota of difference to them how this baby died.  All that matters is that his mother wanted him killed and the doctor tore him out of the womb.  As long as he ultimately died, the details are irrelevant.  After all, abortion is abortion is abortion.  What difference does it make how it's accomplished?  So what if the insentient blob of tissue, the little parasite, the disabled fetus, the unplanned and unwanted intruder doesn't die right away?  Whether in the womb, halfway out of the womb, or delivered and laying on an instrument table, who cares?  So what if it dies hours or days later, having been thrown in the corner with the dirty laundry?

No, the voices of anti-Rachel cannot be sad for the death of this baby boy.  Death is the necessary fruit of their labors.  The most they can do is plead for the cause of better-trained doctors who are responsible and skilled enough to make sure they get the job done right on the first try.  The tragedy for them here is that yet another doctor has failed to provide women the care they deserve.

The manner of this child's death is horrifying beyond belief, but it's not the location of his death that makes it a homicide!  He was the very same 22 week-old infant hours earlier when he was kicking and growing inside his mother's womb!  He was the very same human being the moment he died as the moment before he was aborted.  That he died slowly, nearly two days after the abortion, only means he was clumsily murdered.

I know there will be many people in many countries who will be outraged over this child's death.  They may weep and feel furiously angry.  But will it matter?  When the next opportunity comes to usher Rachel into the seat of power, that laws of life may be written in place of the current laws of death, will the millions remember this little boy and their anger over his murder?

In our own nation, will the millions who say they recognize the humanity of the child in the womb remember this precious child and finally denounce the mythical “right” of abortion?  Will they take their anger to the ballot box in defense of the sanctity of human life?

Will Catholics in America finally live the undeniable truth of the faith they claim to believe?  Human life is sacred and created by God.  Abortion kills a child.  No one has the right to kill a child.  Abortion is intrinsically evil.  This is what the Church teaches, yet scores of self-described Catholics either brush aside or flat-out reject this truth and carry the banner of “choice” instead.  Why?

Why would this child's death have been legal, moral, just, and acceptable if only he had died immediately?

How long will we choose the curse over the blessing?

Why isn't Rachel's weeping a deafening roar?

Rachel absolutely must refuse to be comforted over the brutal death of this child and every child who is killed in the name of “choice.”

(This boy was killed in Italy, but it happens here in the U.S. more than anyone will admit, despite our Born Alive Infant Protection Act.  Read more at Jill Stanek.)


25 April 2010

Unfailing Love and a Heart Like Mine

 from Catholic Online

Do you ever feel as though you're climbing an enormous mountain of rock, and there's a particular ledge you just cannot surmount?  You claw your way up the steep face but can never pull yourself all the way up to the top.  You slide down, again and again, and land on your rump in a heap, discouraged to the point of despair.  This rock face may be a particular wound in your heart or a stumbling block in your faith that you can't seem to get past.  Anybody out there relate to this?

There's a certain rock face that I have struggled to climb all my life; that is, until now.  This Eastertide  the Lord has answered my deepest, heartfelt cry and I cannot help but share it with you.  Not so that you'll be amazed or burst into applause, but that you might be encouraged not to give up.

I do not know when, where, or how it became part of me, but from a very young age, I have carried a yoke of rejection and disfavor.  I've worn it like an invisible scarlet letter on my chest, like a secret between me and God.  Despite an aching desire to please the Lord, to serve Him, to follow Him and be like Him, there was ever-present in my deepest heart a nagging voice that said, “You're a disappointment to Him.  You can tag along if you like, but you're nothing special.  He'll probably never notice you.”

None of the usual suspects are to blame –   I had loving, attentive and holy parents and a happy family.  I was raised in the Church and I knew that Jesus died for my sins that I might be saved for eternity.  I was never harmed by anyone.  Yet this heartache never really left me, and I can't count how many times I  cried rivers of tears as I begged Jesus to love me as I loved Him.  A corner of my heart seemed always fractured by this shaming belief that I was a disappointment to God.

My head knew that Jesus did love me; my heart and soul were never truly convinced.  I lived with this bizarre dichotomy inside – part of me knowing the truth and part of me doing continuous battle with that nagging doubt, that despairing voice that kept me bound by fear and a belief that I was inadequate, unworthy, and undesirable. 

So great was my frustration with my fractured heart that I finally cried (literally) to Jesus and said, “Forget about healing my heart.  It's too pitiful.  Just rip it out and give me Yours instead.”  (Perhaps the best prayer I've ever prayed!)  In His perfect wisdom, He began showing me that what had started as insecurity had morphed into a habit of self-pity and self-loathing.  He gently revealed that I was eating the strange fruit of pride.  This “Oh woe is me, Jesus doesn't love me!” stuff is a beguiling impostor of lowliness!  How is it possible that pride and feelings of worthlessness can go hand in hand?  But they often do... and in me, they were two sides of the same coin.

Thanks be to God for His great mercy that allowed me to finally recognize this in myself.   Without realizing it, I'd taken the long road trip from a little girl who wasn't really sure what made her special to a grown woman who'd decided she was only special because she was the one soul on earth whom Jesus could never really love.

Somewhere along the way my sincere pleas for Jesus' love warped into a blasphemy I wasn't even consciously aware of.  I was calling Jesus a liar.  I was saying His heart had room for everyone but me.  I was saying the blood He shed washed everyone clean but me.  I was “special” in my unworthiness.  I required more than every other soul on earth.  Pretty arrogant, eh?  Pride is a clever chameleon.

Yet He, with perfect irony and poetry, stooped low enough to show me how great a price He paid for my sinful, pitiful heart.  He who owed me nothing at all, who had nothing to prove, patiently and gently proved to me that He rescued me from hell for the sake of pure love.  Endless, unfathomable love... poured out on me, His beloved daughter.

His severe mercy that plunged me into a brutally honest evaluation of myself had brought me so much healing and restoration.  Little did I know that on Good Friday He would blow away the last remaining bits of debris and plant confidence in place of doubt.

I sat and watched “The Passion of the Christ” alone in my living room just before midnight.  I'd never seen the movie before and I could barely make it through the brutality.  The scourging was the worst part.  I cried out loud to my television, “Stop it!  Stop it!  Leave Him alone!”  Say what you will about artistic license and whether it really was as bloody, violent and merciless as it was portrayed, but for my money, it rang true.  I think the movie got it as right as possible.

Seeing Jesus' savage death unfold before my eyes, my heart was pierced with these words: “I did this for you.  I chose to suffer all this agony for you and if you were the only soul to ever live, I would have done it only for you.  This is how much you are worth to Me.”

Loosed in that moment was the last brittle claw of doubt and insecurity and it fell off my heart like dead wood.  My Jesus reached down for me and pulled me securely to the top of that rock, and planted a confidence in my heart that was immovable.

You and I are loved beyond our comprehension.  No language exists that can capture the quality of His love for us and the lengths to which He has gone to rescue His lost children.  Only the Word Himself can say it.

You and I are wretched with sin; full of pride and selfishness; hard-hearted and easily tempted; slow to learn and slow to love.  All that is true.  Truer still is that the perfect Lamb of God has taken our punishment upon Himself, made Himself the sacrifice for our sins, plunged into hell and conquered death forever – all out of love.  Truer still is that you and I are precious to His heart and worth the price of His own blood.  Any feeling or thought or voice that says, “No, that's not true” is just the hiss of a snake.

If this matter isn't settled completely in your own heart, I pray it will be today.  You are loved!  I offer you the most amazing little prayer that was given to me by my pastor; a prayer for truth that has been very powerful for me:  “Lord, tell me who You are, and then tell me who I am.”  I know He has delighted in answering those questions for me!

Jesus answered my prayer for a “heart transplant.”  That particular rock I believe I will not climb again; now on to the next one.   Do not lose hope, weary climbers, but persevere in faith.  He who loves us so deeply will not leave us in a heap on our rumps, but will set our feet high on that rock, where we will testify to His transforming love.

24 April 2010


"Surely God is my salvation; I will trust and not be afraid."  Isaiah 12:2

What a very busy, full week!  Things they are a-changing in my house!  That's a good thing... but chaotic right now.

I give God Praise for:

A productive day.  Good things accomplished.

A wonderfully encouraging message from a dear friend.

The joy of being able to look back and see that Jesus has done something amazing in my life!

Peanut butter chocolate chip cookies that smell fabulous while they're baking and taste fabulous!

Cool rain.

The time and energy to clean out my van.

The joyful anticipation of good things to come.

The unfailing Love of Jesus!  I wish I had a microphone to the whole world so I could say, "Everybody shut up and listen to me!  Jesus LOVES you even though you're a miserable, sinful, sometimes rotten human being and you're doing stupid things with your life!  Knock it off already and live like you're LOVED, CAUSE YOU ARE!!"

Well, may your week ahead be blessed to overflowing, and may your heart be filled with His love.  Thanks for sharing your Praises with me and everyone!  You know the Linky drill by now!


P.S.  Just read this and have to add it for you to read... from St. Francis de Sales for us today.

April 25
You recognize thousands of imperfections and failings in yourself, contrary to your desire for purity and perfect love of God. In reply I say that it is not possible to avoid all of these. While we live on this earth, we have to put up with ourselves, until the day that God takes us to Heaven. Meanwhile, we can do no more than to keep a close watch on ourselves, and be patient. How can we correct in one day defects that we have contracted by our prolonged lack of diligence? Sometimes God has healed a person in an instant, without leaving a trace of his previous spiritual sickness. But in so many others He has left the scars of their conversion, for the greater benefit of their souls. (Letters 277; O. XIII, p. 19)

22 April 2010

Facebook Censors Catholic Online

Please click the link and read this article, then take a minute to contact Facebook and demand they correct this unjust attack!  Speak out against anti-Catholic bigotry!

'Tis the season right now to hate Catholics, hate the Church, and attack anything that sets itself up against the sinful social trends of our society.  Catholic Online speaks the truth without apology, and so has made many enemies.  This is not the first time CO has been attacked in this way.

Please follow the link at the end of the article to express your support for Catholic Online and ask Facebook to cease this censorship immediately.

This CO contributing writer thanks you very much.


More from St. Francis de Sales:

One of the virtues which Our Lord displayed for us on the cross was holy perseverance. Without this virtue we cannot merit the fruit of His passion and death. It is little use beginning well if we do not persevere until the end. In fact, it is certain that we will remain for all eternity in the state we find ourselves at the end of our days, when God will cut off the thread of our lives. (Sermons 29; O. IV, p. 283)

If my "thread" were cut today...

Not yet, Jesus, please.  I want to do better than this...

21 April 2010

Wanna Be Humble?

Chew on this for a while...

April 21
True humility does not make a show of itself and hardly ever speaks in a humble way, not only because it wants to hide the other virtues, but most of all because it wants to conceal itself. Therefore, if it were lawful to lie, dissemble or scandalize one's neighbor, humility would perform acts of arrogance and pride, so that it might conceal itself beneath them and live completely hidden and unknown. Here then is my advice: Do not utter words expressing humility unless you can say them from the bottom of your heart. Let us not lower our eyes without humbling ourselves in our hearts; let us not make a show of wanting to be the last if we do not want to be that in reality. (INT. Part III, Ch. 5; O. III, p. 147)

18 April 2010


"But as for me, I watch in hope for the Lord, I wait for God my Savior; my God will hear me."  Micah 7:7

A joyful Lord's day to all of you!  It is good to Praise the Lord!

I give Praise to God today:

For the chance, every day lately, to wait for Him!  There are so many decisions in my life right now that are "sitting on go" just waiting... waiting to be made... waiting to be acted on... but we can't yet.  So we wait.  And I learn to have hope and faith and to wait calmly, serenely.   It ain't easy, and I struggle with impatience and anxiousness and frustration.  So, Praise God for a chance to grow!

For my kiddos and my husband.  I got to this blessed place in my life in spite of myself, and I'll never understand why the Lord gave me so much, so many good things.  Thank you, Father.

For the approaching end of the school year.  I'm ready to be done with it.  So are the kids.

For the excitement of new things around the corner, new surprises awaiting us, new adventures to be had, new beginnings.

For His providence, His grace, His mercy, His compassion, His supply, His patience, His heart.  There is none beside Him!

For the yummy peanut butter chocolate chunk cookies I made the  other day.  Got a great new recipe in the mail from one of my favorite cooking magazines, and these cookies are Mmmmmm!!!

For naps in the afternoon.

For inspiration.

For the wisdom and guidance and gentle leading of St. Francis de Sales.

What are your Praises this week?  What's God been up to?  Join me in Praising our awesome God for all He has done and all He is.

Have a wonderful week ahead everyone!  Peace be with you!

15 April 2010

Created, Then Destroyed: An American Tragedy

The horrifying story out of Sarasota, Florida this week is still hard for me to comprehend, though I've read it a dozen times.  It leaves me in such sorrow and tears, and it simply must be known by every family in America because it so perfectly illustrates the alarming moral and spiritually bankruptcy of our nation.

A woman conceived twins via IVF and at 15 weeks of gestation, testing and ultrasound showed one twin, a boy, likely had Down Syndrome and a heart defect.  The other twin, a girl, appeared healthy.  The woman and her husband decided to abort the little boy and keep the little girl.  They went to see Dr. Matthew Kachinas, and though he admitted he had no experience with the procedure required to kill their son, they asked him to proceed with the “reduction.”

By injecting deadly chemicals directly into the baby's heart, Dr. Kachinas did as they asked and killed the baby.  Problem was, he killed the wrong baby.  A week later, the woman had another ultrasound and it was discovered that Dr. Kachinas had accidentally killed the girl and not the boy.  (Shockingly, the dead baby's body is left inside the uterus, where it is supposed to dissipate while the other baby continues to grow.)  When the mother was informed of the mistake, she returned to Dr. Kachinas days later and had him kill the boy, too.

Two children – murdered.

Dr. Kachinas blames poor ultrasound equipment and his inability to say no to a patient.  He was apparently on suicide watch for a time because this case was his “downfall” and he says he is “haunted by the outcome.”  He should be haunted.  Every one of us should be haunted.  I'm not sure we can sink much lower than this.

One of the news stories surrounding this grotesque crime said, “Upon learning that the wrong fetus had been aborted, she went back to Kachinas and had the male fetus terminated as well.”  The wrong fetus aborted – how depraved that there is a right fetus to be aborted!  Alas,  if only Dr. Kachinas had been a more precise executioner...

His medical license was revoked, and he reportedly settled with the couple for $250,000 for the “botched procedure.”  It was a medical mistake; an error; a botched procedure.  This poor, unfortunate couple was put through unnecessary grief and trauma due to the doctor's negligence.  What a shame.

Wrong – it is sickening and evil.  Not that a “mistake” was made, but that there is no tragedy in killing a baby with Downs; there's no tragedy even in killing a healthy baby if that baby isn't wanted.  It is evil that there's no tragedy in killing a child in the womb at all.

This, by the way, is a premier example of why the Catholic Church teaches that in vitro fertilization is morally wrong.  We are the beneficiaries of life; not the authors of life.  Children are not commodities to be manufactured at will.  If we believe we have the right to create them, it follows logically we will think we have the right to kill them as well.  If new life is at our whim and subject to our terms and standards of acceptability, then life is no longer sacred.  In addition, IVF results in what is euphemistically called "spare embryos"; human beings who are then discarded.  Human lives are routinely killed in this process.  Many couples seeking IVF do not realize this.

We should be in awe of life and its mystery and frailty, but we're not any longer.  We've ceased to depend on God to give and create life because we fancy ourselves clever and ingenious enough to play God whenever we want, and if something goes awry by our definitions and our creation isn't turning out quite right, we have no qualms about destroying what we've made.

Children do not come with assurances.  They don't come with a return or refund policy.  Life does not come with guarantees.  Life is a gift of monumental proportion; an awesome, fragile gift.  It is here one minute and can be suddenly gone the next.  It can be forever altered in the blink of an eye, for better or worse.  That's what makes it precious and sacred. 

At least two beloved new human beings were purchased and created for this couple because they said they wanted children.  But as soon as things weren't turning out as they'd planned and one of their kids was found to have health problems, they abandoned that child and decided he should die.  They would only welcome the normal, healthy baby.  When that chosen baby was killed by mistake, they had the chance to rethink their actions and welcome their baby boy.  But for a second time, they chose death for their son.

My heart is simultaneously grief-stricken and furiously angry with this couple because they destroyed two precious, beautiful children that they'd paid to have created for them, and then they were rewarded with $250,000 when it was all over.  They weren't prepared to welcome a son and daughter with unconditional love, which is what parents are called to do every single day.  Only a “normal” child was wanted, and by refusing the gift of their son, they lost their daughter as well.  It is unspeakably tragic.  It is the fruit of our morally and spiritually impoverished society.

The statistics I've seen lately say that 90% of babies found to have Down Syndrome are aborted.  If Dr. Kachinas hadn't made this “mistake”, there would have been no story here because babies with “defects” are routinely executed in the womb under the perverted guise of compassion.  I can't help but wonder if that percentage will be urged toward 100% as government appointed panels of “experts” determine which medical procedures will be covered by federally-funded insurance and which will be deemed outside the cost–to–benefit ratio.

Is the day long in coming when a child with health problems will be denied birth by the law because his care would be deemed too costly and not worth it?  It's not hard to imagine at all.  We're already half-way there.

I hope for their sakes that this couple comes to understand what they've thrown away, and I pray they reach out and find Christ's mercy and healing.  It is there for them, and redemption waits to be fulfilled.  I grieve for them as I grieve for our nation because we are sick with the sins of selfishness, greed, fear, and hardness of heart and our children are paying the price with their very lives.

May Jesus have mercy on us and open the eyes of our hearts.

13 April 2010

Lord Have Mercy and A Few Elusive Thoughts

I have a head swirling with things I want to write down, but form is proving elusive.  They are good thoughts, too, and I think, very worth sharing so I hope they will become cohesive soon!  Things that God has done for me... humbling and amazing things that have been happening for a while but only recognized by me recently.

Is that how you recognize God's handiwork in you?  Are you ever blessed enough to see it as it's happening, or only after it has become part of you and some ordinary event has suddenly revealed an extraordinary grace you've been given?

Our God is massive and powerful and breathtaking... we forget that, I think.  He has no equal.  There is none beside Him.  None above Him.  And He yearns for only one thing... without this one thing, He is not satisfied... for this one thing, He gives all He has, which is everything.  The one thing, of course, is you.  Your heart, your soul, your love, your cooperation, your affection, your life, your friendship.  You.  And me.

Then, while I'm waiting for thoughts like this to congeal and for the time to elaborate on them, I read horribly distressing things like this story, and my heart breaks and my stomach is sick.  I can't find words to express the revulsion. How is it possible that I live in a country, in a society, in a time in history when this disdain for life and this cruelty is considered a right that must be protected?  How have we become so hardened and self-absorbed that the only crime in this story is that the doctor killed the wrong baby?  It's his medical mistake they're upset about... if only he had been a more precise executioner.

I can't seem to quiet the churning in my stomach, like I want to vomit.  Jesus, Mary and Joseph, have mercy on us, please.  I know we don't deserve mercy, but I beg you...

Jill Stanek has the link to read more.

11 April 2010

I'm Back

With apologies for my absence and the lack of Praise this week...

I've been on retreat!  Returned home tonight, and now am jumping back into the old familiar routine.  Don't give up on Praise!  We shall resume this weekend -- promise!

God bless you all this week.  I wish you peace and abundant joy.

Live, Jesus!

03 April 2010

1st Glorious Mystery: The Resurrection

1st Glorious Mystery:  The Resurrection

“Why do you look for the living among the dead?  He is not here; he has risen!”  Luke 24:5-6

Let this mystery teach us faith.


For days they’d been wildly celebrating.  They circled round the table where the dead lamb lay as testament to their master’s stunning achievement.  With their glasses raised, they shout, “Victory to our prince!  God is dead!  Look at him now!  God is dead!”  With their forks they stab at the lamb, and spill their bitter gall on the mangled, bloodied flesh. 

With a smug, satisfied snarl, Lucifer turns to his minions and bellows, “Who can stop me now?  Surely I am ruler over all the earth and all its people will be subject to me, for I have slaughtered their pathetic, meek little God.”  Hoisting him up on their shoulders, they dance around the room in hysterical carousal.  “God is dead!” they shout.  “Victory to our prince!”

Suddenly, even over the din of their drunken cackling, he begins to hear a sound in the distance that sends shivers up his crooked spine.  “Silence!” he hollers.  “Listen,” he says, “what is that sound?”  

Their eyes grow wider as the sound grows louder and stronger, and now his pathetic lackeys are cowering and whimpering in fear.  Even he can’t stop the terror rising in his throat.  It is the sound... of joy.

“Alleluia!  He is risen from the dead and He lives forevermore!  Worthy is the Lamb that was slain!  To Him who sits on the throne, and to the Lamb, be praise and honor and glory and power for ever and ever!”

In a flash he whips his head around toward the table, his trophy now gone.  “NO!” he roars.  There in the center of the table is a note, secured by a bloody nail.  Slowly he slinks over to it, frothing at the mouth, trembling in anger and fear, and reads his doom:


You lose.  Love wins.


“Death has been swallowed up in victory.  Where, O death, is your victory?  Where, O death, is your sting?” 1Corinthians 15:54-55

Jesus didn’t merely endure the worst the world had to offer.  So great is His love for us that He plunged Himself into the deepest, darkest pit of hell itself, consuming its fire and conquering its power forever.  We need no longer fear the agony of hell, for He has suffered it for us, and now He lives!

If not for the Resurrection, there could be no faith.  It would be pointless to believe in a Lord still buried in a tomb.  “And if Christ has not been raised, our preaching is useless and so is your faith.” 1Cor 15:14

He is alive!  The victory is won, and though Satan rages in bitter anger over his defeat, even he knows that all who believe in Christ will not perish but have everlasting life.

02 April 2010

Good Friday

On the mount of crucifixion
Fountains opened deep and wide
Through the floodgates of God's mercy
Flowed a vast and gracious tide

Grace and love like mighty rivers
Flowed incessant from above
Heaven's peace and perfect justice
Kissed a guilty world in love

Here is love, vast as the ocean
Loving kindness as the flood
When the Prince of Life, our Ransom
Shed for us His precious blood

Who His love will not remember?
Who can cease to sing His praise?
He can never be forgotten 
Throughout heaven's eternal days

01 April 2010

Stay With Me

"Jesus got up from the meal, took off his outer clothing and wrapped a towel around his waist.  After that, he poured water into a basin and began to wash his disciple's feet, drying them with the towel that was wrapped around him."

"You call me 'Teacher' and 'Lord' and rightly so, for that is what I am.  Now that I, your Lord and Teacher have washed your feet, you also should wash one another's feet.  I have set you an example, that you should do as I have done for you. I tell you the truth, no servant is greater than his master, nor is a messenger greater than the one who sent him.  Now that you know these things, you will be blessed if you do them."  John 13:4-5,13-17

"Sit here while I pray.  Stay here and keep watch with me."

"Greater love has no man than this, that he should lay down his life for his friends."  John 15:13


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