Posted on 11/13/2014 6:52:54 AM PST by Salvation
Yet everything we gain on earth stays here -- we can't take it with us!
Msgr. Pope Ping!
I always thought it would be awesome to die in the pew after Eucharist.
I desire the best life God is willing to provide me in this life. I also desire to stay here until the work He has planned for me is done, and not one second longer. I don’t think that demonstrates any cognitive dissonance, or that the two desires are mutually exclusive.
Everybody wants to go to Heaven. But, nobody wants to go right now!!!
“Yet everything we gain on earth stays here — we can’t take it with us! “
Nor would we want to.... Why hold onto garbage when we can experience the most profound Love imaginable.
Having died in 1988 from meningitis and being required to return here against my will, I’ll admit that I miss Heaven beyond words.
A few months ago I was sobbing while in prayerful meditation, asking God to please allow me to experience His Love full Love again.
His response, “Love Me in all the people around you.”
“I always thought it would be awesome to die in the pew after Eucharist.”
My father died Easter Sunday morning at 10 am. He told me a year in advance that he would live to that weekend. (His exact comment was that he would live to his sister’s birthday which was that same weekend.) He was 89 years old.
It was a pleasure being with him holding his hand when he died as I was able to see and experience the same thing he was seeing and experiencing. First, he called out with a real loud “WOW” that caused everyone in the house to come running asking “What did you see?”. His eyes opened wide and he got a big smile on his face as he just stared up into space, not even hearing their questions.
I saw the bright light and felt the profound Love he was experiencing. Once he was well along his way, I returned in tears of joy to my body. I’ve done this several times with people. If someone offered me a million dollars to not experience it one time, I would just laugh at them.
When my father in law passed I was in the corner of the room relaxing in a recliner. He was rattling so I knew the time was near. In prayer I asked for the portal to Heaven to open up, the light to shine on him, and for people who knew him to come and greet him.
I did not say one word, but continued to observe as his older brothers appeared in the light. (He was the youngest of nine children). He turned to my wife and stated, “I really like the welcoming committee!” She questioned him about it several times and he just kept repeating how much he liked the welcoming committee. My wife is an MD psychiatrist so it rattled her belief system when I explained what had actually happened and why he kept making the comments. He passed shortly after.
Death is a wonderful beginning much more than it is an end.
Or in the Adoration Room.
Thank you for the testimonials. Hopefully the ‘rattling of your wife’s belief system’ ended up for the positive.
I ain’t impatient.
That is awesome! I have chills and a lot of hope! Thanks for sharing.
That could work.
Thank you for the testimonials. Hopefully the ‘rattling of your wife’s belief system’ ended up for the positive.
Thanks for the ping to this very good thread.
Thank you for your testimony. Always enlightening and appreciated.
We have a relative who went that way in his mid-90’s.
He sat back down and was praying, and didn’t get up when it was time. His granddaughter was on his one side, and his wife on the other. Neither noticed anything amiss until he didn’t get up.
He had died quietly in the pew, presumably of a stroke.
My dad died in a similar way, except at lunch. Very quietly, though.
“Hopefully the ‘rattling of your wife’s belief system’ ended up for the positive.”
She has been studying Christian Mystics for many years. She has even written a play on the life of St Teresa of Avila.
“we were praying over him at the time”
I wish people realized how important prayers are. They really do protect and guide the soul not only in the process of dying, but at all times.
Prayers with Love and gratitude are much stronger than prayers from fear or worry.
A few years ago I was headed to a Carmelite Monastery for a few days of private prayer and meditation. I had never been there before, nor had I ever met any of the Sisters. They asked me to arrive about 10 am after all their morning chores were done.
That morning at 7:15AM while still at home I felt a powerful prayer being said for me that filled my entire being with joy. It was unusual as I did not recognize who it was from the soul associated with the prayer. Later that morning when I arrived at the monastery a very old nun came out to greet me. I immediately recognized her energy and thanked her for the prayer she said for me that morning at 7:15.
She looked at me puzzled and said, “That’s exactly when I said my prayers.” I responded... “I know, I felt them many miles away.”
Prayers are really powerful. They are physical tangible objects and travel great distances immediately. I’ll attach one to this post for everyone who reads this.
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