Helping Christ save the world

I was asking my Catholic/Calvinist online community if we can earn graces for others, essentially, if we can save the souls of our peers, though our own righteousness (self-control and self-denial).

A poster said this, which I found to be profoundly poetic:

"We become holy through Christ. He challenged us to be so, just as the Father is Perfect. Nobody claims to have the righteousness of Christ. Free will is a key element in this mystery. We are told by Christ to take action - take up our Cross, keep our lamps trimmed, be perfect, do this in memory of me - these are actions which we in cooperation with Grace take. It is instrumental to our ultimate justification - and it is fair to recognize individual goodness or conformity with Christ. Paul says to imitate people who are such people 

So yes, we can say 'yes' to God and help him bring others to the family."

True Romance

If I still had a heart
I would have left it on that rock
That gentle waves would try to lick
And where the lights glowed magnificent.

But I gave that all to God,
Not too long ago
So I'm both grateful for that time to grow,
But still raw enough for it to show.

Therefore my soul is safe
My character is sound
And a memory is now good enough
To not reap what I did not sow.

Eight Months

He said we would stay young forever
I didn't know he actually wanted to die.
Genetic advancements would tide us over
Until we met at the Gates
And gave a high-five.

Those restaurants I don't dare re-visit
The streets I won't bare to walk
And that old abandoned building I trespassed on
Even though by then,
you had moved on.

I awoke sobbing,
the morning of that day.
In my dream I was a prophet
rejected by all,
and the queen was sick.
And I had to go on.

And I am sorry
I acted aloof
And was absorbed in only my own loneliness
and I am so sorry
You were hurting so badly
but now, you will just have to wait.

Flying Saucers

I've been more interested in UFO's, the Reptilian agenda, the weaponization of space, and overt occult ceremonious black magic, to name a few, and so when I saw one of the links in my Disclose.tv emails, I made note to read it. The article, called "Top 10 Facts About UFOs", struck me with point number four, "The first country to depict flying saucers on its postage stamps was Equatorial Guinea." Naturally completely ignorant of this place, I looked it up (turns out it's in Central Africa), and what I discovered was so overwhelming, I had no idea what to do, but blog it.

Equatorial Guinea is "consistently" ranked by organizations to be "the worst of the worst" in honouring human rights, most notably supporting woman and child labour, and sex trafficking. (For those who don't know what that is, it's sex slavery, where the person is commodity for sex use. It's called trafficking because the victim is often transported). I've heard horrific things that happen in parts of tribal Africa; mutilation, child soldiers, savage warfare...but this I find to be interesting because why would a country so regressed and oppressed be even talking about aliens, let alone publishing paraphernalia? I shouldn't have to point out that the UFO culture is that of a liberal and free-thinking one.

THEN I see a picture of Barack Obama (and with Michelle Obama posing like an A-list actress on the red carpet) with this dictator, chumming it up. I understand diplomacy, but this is outright absurd, and outright in plain sight. I have complete faith in America, and so I believe that it will pull through this corrupted leadership, but I also am believing more now in the NWO puppet theory. 

I won't bother with that, though. I will leave that up for those who are better suited for it, and hopefully my blog will help shed some light. My direction is less bloody and more enlightening. I wonder, why is a backwards country so forward in what is becoming more readily science fact. Bizarre. 

Thy will be done

I'm able to better say "Thy will, not mine, be done." more genuinely now. I have reached a point in my life where the pain has just been too great, and I came to my breaking point. I have simply no other choice, should I want to live, than to surrender and be Christ's prisoner. The fight is over.

God both creates and permits evil, so I must now believe that everything leading up to this point has been God's will, IF, and only if, I may reap a greater good for my errors. Something that I have been trying to attain falls through again and again and again, and it's not even anything exceptional I'm striving for! Should I be where I am at this point in my life? No way. But did I make choices that placed me here? Yes way. 

However, God's grace is so great, and if I now walk the straight and narrow, I believe I will be blessed ten-fold for not only persevering, but for excelling through, as well as for my sufferings. 

God did not desire for his beloved creation to die to sin, but through Adam's fall, God's greatest gift was given to us: a display of his love so awesome that it conquered what had suffocated and belittled us. We were given victory over death. Sin was always in the world, it entered the world before man did. We fell to it because it was so much stronger than us and it waged a war on us, and so there were consequences. But now we gather a harvest that we did not labour for; we benefit in what is now ours that we would have never even gotten without the permission of death by sin. So when I want to wallow in self-pity rather than say, "Your will be done", I can pause and remember that there is a goodness in my cross, and it's okay again. I can trust God now.

Love is patient, love is kind. Love betters us, nourishes us, sacrifices and dies for us. Love never fails. So when I am convinced that I have, I remind myself that my will never worked out too well for me in the first place, and I need to give it up. I don't know what tomorrow will bring, but I do know that this life is nothing compared to the glory of heaven that awaits for my return.

The harvest

I asked the Lord why life is so hard. Why isn't it working out properly. And he replied, "The harvest is bountiful, and so I need workers to collect it."

In time, the Lord's helpers' will reap a bounty which we did not sow. 

Ascension of the Lord

As we near the end of Eastertide and approach Pentecost, we this week celebrated the Ascension of the Lord in the liturgy. On this solemn occasion, Christ rose up into heaven, but before doing so, he commissioned the apostles to be disciples unto all of the nations.

I experienced the greatest dark night of my soul on Tuesday, possibly not coincidentally three days before the Ascension. (Or maybe it was two days, but I'm going with three for the sake of symbolism). Though I did not know it, my spirit had been prepared by the Holy Spirit for this evening, for a weaker body might have terminated itself. 

A way that the Lord had prepared my soul, was to use the Lenten and Easter seasons to re-commit to His spiritual body, the Church. He then called me to fast for some weeks prior to my dark night, so that I did not have extra fats or toxins that could cause a physical, and therefore emotional hindrance, and so that I was physically and therefore mentally comfortable enough to sit still and meditate. 

Then He opened my heart so that I could detach from the romantic desires that bestowed so much frustration and pain into my being. For the first time in my life, I loved not myself enough, that I was able to be happy for someone else, even though my ego wept.

And on my dark night, in my desperation to get well, I shared for the first time two things that I kept buried, with people whom I trusted through circumstance, though with I wasn't well acquainted. The responses were not only painful, but in and of themselves crosstalk that was also inconsistent with the Spirit of God. 

I was not only ashamed, but terrified. I felt a loneliness like no other, it was unlike any alienation I had experienced. But the Lord had prepared me, and I knew what I had to do: go even deeper into what had me frightened. I trusted in my efforts, I trusted in Christ, and I went home, knowing that I would make it out on the other end of the passage. 

Before my dark night was over, I went to the Pope's Twitter page to draw inspiration, but instead I saw something alarming. I went onto Google to inconspicuously search for a meaning into what I had perceived to have found, but it was not God's will: it possibly would have been more of a burden than at that time I could have handled. So, I sat down to meditate. I asked the Lord to speak to me, and I heard a voice, "I hate you". I opened my eyes sharply. That was not God. I heard another voice, "Go to bed." That was God, and so I did. 

I retired for the evening, confident in my discernment, my safety, and my faith: I had been victorious.

I arose the next morning, thankful to be alive, and contrite for the selfishness and self-pity that had preceded my tormented soul..All of the pain that I had endured was not of God, but the messages that I recovered from it was. By this time I had been led to a second group of people who were strong and honest and caring enough to help me. I shared with them, and when I spoke, they nodded. I had found my people.

One man has taken me under his wing, and I have been getting stronger everyday, growing more in love, patience, humility, honesty, and forgiveness. This morning Father said that we are all disciples, called to spread the Word of God, come to heal the sick, bind the broken, comfort the downtrodden, care for the destitute, bring light to where there is darkness.

Every human plays a role: we all stretch out into different directions, retrieving the lost. I know what my role is now - to welcome those so assaulted, so alone, that they want to die. Like how I did. My soul went into Sheol, but it has arisen with Christ who now dwells within me. And I can show you how to get back, too.