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September 22, 2010
September 23rd Holy Spirit Novena
Scripture selection is Day 7 Period II.The Novena Rosary Mysteries
for September 23rd are Joyful.
Please pray
for Jimmy,
Rita's brother through the
intercession of Fr. Carter
Can anyone please help us pay off
our loan on the building?
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September 22, 2010
Today's Readings
Proverbs 30: 5-9
Every word of God is unalloyed,
a shield to those who take refuge in him.
To his words make no addition,
lest he reprove you
and account you a liar.Two things I beg of you,
do not grudge me them before I die:
keep falsehood and lies far from me,
give me neither poverty nor riches,
grant me only my share of food,
for fear that, surrounded by plenty, I should fall away
and say, ‘Yahweh—who is Yahweh?’
or else, in destitution, take to stealing
and profane the name of my God.
Psalm 119: 29, 72, 89, 101, 104, 163
Keep me far from the way of deceit,
grant me the grace of your Law.The Law you have uttered is more precious to me
than all the wealth in the world.For ever, Yahweh, your word
is planted firm in heaven.I restrain my foot from evil paths
to keep your word.From your precepts I learn wisdom,
so I hate all deceptive ways.Falsehood I hate and detest,
my love is for your Law.
Luke 9: 1-6
He called the Twelve together and gave them power and authority over all devils and to cure diseases, and he sent them out to proclaim the kingdom of God and to heal. He said to them, Take nothing for the journey: neither staff, nor haversack, nor bread, nor money; and do not have a spare tunic. Whatever house you enter, stay there; and when you leave let your departure be from there. As for those who do not welcome you, when you leave their town shake the dust from your feet as evidence against them. So they set out and went from village to village proclaiming the good news and healing everywhere.
Written September 24, 2000
Messenger: I watched by his bed.
A book for those who help cancer patients, for their relatives and friends who need to cope with the suffering of losing a loved one.
It was a quiet day or so it seemed, the long months of watching John go "down hill" had come to an end.
I did not know that the end was indeed so near, but the story had been written in the days that went before, but I really never read the message given in the days that led up to that final page.
There were months of warnings, but I just lived every day coping with that day’s events and when the final page was about to be written, I felt shocked, empty and afraid.
The days before were all telling the story, but like anyone in love with a family member, who wants to think that days of parting might be so soon? Oh, but they were so soon. As I look back now, I see I just didn’t recognize them.
Every person can only do so much, but out of love those we love deeply and love us, sometimes, cover up their real conditions in an attempt to live life as usual.
Cancer is a mighty menace. It attacks the weak and the strong. It acts like an aggressive machine growing and growing inside someone’s body and they may not notice the gradual sucking of their life from the other parts of the body until it almost leaves them dead.
I was a little girl of five years old when the deadly disease ate away the cells in my mother’s body as it took over her body and she soon died.
But I am not here to make you feel sorry for me or to tell you about anything new, but to write of the dying and rising of my dear friend, Fr. Carter.
The signs were there, for in January he became very sick and even though he wanted to go to the Virgin Mary building to say a private Mass there, he could not go and the once held plane reservations were cancelled.
He remained sick and on February 5, 2000, when we opened the Rosary Factory in Clearwater, Florida at Mary’s Image site, he did attend, but he didn’t feel good and he continued trying really hard to serve us as a ministry.
Now, I don’t know, in September after they opened him up and told us what they did, how he ever did all he did, being so sick. It was September 22, 2000, when they operated on him and it was January 22, 2000, when we were supposed to go to Clearwater, Florida, exactly eight months later.
Father Carter continued to keep a hectic schedule.
Jesus told him to write the lengthy spirituality newsletter in which he summed up a great deal about the spiritual life. We could all study it for our entire life.
As I write this, I don’t know if he will ever tape record this 20 page newsletter or the next newsletter.
I do know this, the signs were there and Father worked really hard to continue doing all he did despite his sickness, weakness. His faith in the Movement never wavered. He had a burning desire to serve Jesus and help renew the priesthood, the Church and the world.
Father worked and worked because he loved us all so much and loved the world and he didn’t complain, ever.
His faith in this Movement and the messages of Jesus is shown in his life given to this.
Father showed us the message of Jesus in his life. He lived in such union with Him. He offered Mass every day praying so fervently for souls and for all of us.
I see the signs especially on the trips. Mary was adorned in gold on the building July 5, 2000, during the evening prayer service.
R. Father was in the motel and he didn’t feel good.
After the Mass he had to sit and he didn’t think he would make it during the Mass because he was weak.
I watched a lot of Masses that way, between his blood sugar levels and he seemed to just sigh sometimes to do ordinary motions, but he kept serving God and loving us all.
I watched him look up to the Father and say, “through him, with him and in him”.
Through Him, with Him and in Him
R. He lived for the Mass. He offered it for the Movement and for all of us, the whole Church and the world, to help bring about the Reign of Jesus’ Sacred Heart.
I can show you the picture taken on my birthday, August 8, 2000, he looked really bad and I worried about him so much I cried as I spoke to him, but in his calm, peaceful attitude, he assured me everything was okay as God wanted it and he was getting proper care.
R. Every day he looked weaker and he coughed whenever he talked and we all prayed more.
He was determined to say Mass in China on the Feast of Mary’s birthday, September 8, 2000, and he paid a big price for it.
For about 4 months he struggled with the cough and he walked slower and slower and he looked sicker every day, but he knew what God was telling him and about his mission.
