Overview
Sometimes in our search for clarity in our lives, we may become discouraged or even despondent.
This little volume is a look at the ‘small miracles’ which occur in our everyday lives, if only we would take time out to count our blessings from Our Lord Jesus Christ.
These events which I have recounted here were initially set down for my own comfort and clarification in my life. They may be helpful to you, and for you.
At times, most of us put God ‘in a box,’ never really considering that He is the Creator of ‘creation’, and we are His ‘created’.
He desires not one of us to be lost or to go astray. Unfortunately in the modern world of high speed technology and an overabundance of easily accessible materialistic distractions, it is easy for us to become distracted and lose focus of our true values, our true life, and our true purpose here on this earth.
The Holy Trinity, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, is much closer to us than we could possibly imagine.
The events recorded here are perhaps a ‘wake-up call’ to the fact that we are loved, nourished, and are called to safety in the protection of Jesus the Christ.
It is a very great possibility that you are being shown many signs and miracles in your life, if only you would take time out of your busyness to see and know Truth.
It is my desire that you see yourself in some of these pages!
Product Details
| BN ID: | 2940033265701 |
|---|---|
| Publisher: | Father Aquinas |
| Publication date: | 05/29/2012 |
| Sold by: | Smashwords |
| Format: | eBook |
| File size: | 89 KB |
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From: Father Aquinas
Vision of Judgement after death
Some time ago I had a vision of my judgement before God. It was the
most terrifying experience imaginable. If I had been in my mortal
body, I would have collapsed from the fright and horror.
I was before Jesus. He was seated about ten feet or so in front of me,
head down and hands folded in His lap. Jesus was regal, and He was
Judge.
Standing to His left, my right as I faced Him, was Satan.1 There were
only the three of us in that space. Satan was accusing me of my many
sins. The sight of the evil one was so very ugly. He was shaking his
fist at me, shouting how bad and sinful I was. My every thought,
word and deed was accused. All I could say was, “I confessed that
sin,” or “I did not say that,” or “I did not do that,” or “I did not think
that.” There was no such thing as “I do not remember.” My memory
was perfect.
Satan was fighting to get me to go to Hell. I was fighting for my
spiritual eternity. My conscience would be my vindication or
condemnation.
The ordeal lasted for ever (I thought). At one point I looked at Jesus
and said: “Thou know that these accusations are not true.” I
emphasized it again in my desperation: “Thou know that these sins
have been confessed in the Holy Sacrament of Confessions.”
The tirade of accusations by Satan continued. Most were true. Some
were false. The true were confessed. The false I denied.
I finally said to Jesus, “Where is Thy help in this? Thou said that
Thou would never forsake me. Please help me Jesus.” To say that I
was terrified would be a gross understatement.
Jesus never said a word. Then entering from His right, my left as I
looked at Him, entered our Blessed Mother Mary. She was quiet,
serene, confident and conquering. Satan fled. I was safe. The prayer
which we so often say in the “Hail Holy Queen...” was answered,
“...Turn, then, most gracious advocate, thine eyes of mercy towards
us; and after this our exile, show unto us the blessed fruit of thy
womb, Jesus. O clement, O loving, O sweet Virgin Mary.” Then
there is that other request in the prayer “Hail Mary” ...‘pray for us
sinners now, and at the hour of our death.’ The prayers were
answered!
After the whole ordeal I was left to ponder death and the ensuing
funeral. When the lid is closed on the casket, and the soil is thrown
over it, what then? All the nice things have been said by the
remaining relatives and friends. What then? When all the prayers for
the dead are said, what then?
Then comes the dreadful judgement. There will be only three in that
room. You, Satan, and Jesus. Who will claim you?