Category: Motivational

‘You Can’t Ignore God And Still Expect His Blessings’ – A Priest’s Warning. 

‘You Can’t Ignore God And Still Expect His Blessings’ – A Priest’s Warning. 

One cannot expect to ignore the Holy Spirit and receive his blessings at the same time.

One cannot expect to ignore God’s will and yet receive the benefits of following Him.

One cannot treat God as a hobby and expect to be treated as His son or daughter.

One cannot blow off the teachings of the Church yet expect to receive its benefits unabated.

One cannot spread discord, detraction, and calumny and call yourself a loyal son or daughter.

One cannot allow the sin of another, real or perceived, to be cause and justification for one’s own sin.

We can only reap the crop we sow.

We will have the measure used on us that we used on others.

This is why Catholicism is hard. The focus of judging actions always starts with the manner in which they either judge or give license to their own sin. It is in this that we understand the necessity we have for God’s mercy and necessity we have to be agents of God’s mercy: neither ignoring or enabling sin, but always calling to holiness.

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As October Devotion Begins, This Story Might Inspire Someone.

As October Devotion Begins, This Story Might Inspire Someone.

As October devotion begins today, this story might inspire someone:

The girl! 

As I picked up her rosary beads to pray, tears came to my eyes. The tiny brownish beads felt strange and hard on my fingers. I had not prayed the rosary in years. I wasn’t even sure I could still remember the prayers correctly. I was not the praying type. But I was now determined to try. The little girl had been very clear when she gave me that one last instruction. It seemed God had given her that last moment of lucidity. I would never be able to forgive myself if I didn’t do as she asked…

***

I had begun the day full of confidence, without an inkling I would end up here. Being owner and CEO of chains of companies meant you constantly had to be at meetings and seminars on end. This was my life. I lived and loved it. Herbie, my wife had waved at me from the patio as Suleiman my driver drove me out of the compound that early dawn. Herbie was still donned in her nightie and she looked like she would be going right back to bed. Unlike Herbie, I was an early bird. I went to bed early and rose early. Today, I had a 7:00am flight to Abuja (Nigeria), and I left as early as 5:00am. I never joked with time.
We had just left the gate before Suleiman (the driver) started acting up, or so I thought. He drew the black luxurious SUV to the side of the street, put the car on park, and quickly went out of the vehicle. Before I could ask what the matter was, he was retching noisily into the gutter nearby. I waited about ten seconds before coming out of the car. 

“Are you okay?” I asked, as soon as I was standing by Suleiman’s side. 

“Yes sir!” He answered. But he didn’t seem fine to me. He was sweating profusely in that morning chill. He bent double again and continued emptying whatever he had inside his stomach into the gutter. 

“What did you eat?” I asked again, when it seemed he was done. 

“Oka, I nor know fah. Wallahi! But I nor peel pine Oka. Kai mana!” (Boss, I don’t know at all, but I don’t feel too good). 

“Are you sure?”

“Yaawah!”

“Okay, take me back to the compound and call me another driver.” I glanced at my gold-plated wrist watch. I had already lost close to twenty minutes. 

Suleiman looked at me with a pained expression on his face. “Oka, nor vex fah! Na only me dey today. Madam say na just to drive go airfort today.” (“Boss, don’t be offended, I’m the only driver available”). 

I rubbed my gradually balding head and straightened out the collars of my navy blue Tuxedo. I had two options – call a cab, or drive myself. I looked at my wrist watch again – forty minutes lost! 

“Okay, tell Madam I’ll leave the car at the airport garage. She can send someone to get it later.”

Yes sir.” Suleiman seemed relieved. He was wiping his mouth and trying to look smart in his chauffeur uniform. I waited for some more seconds before getting into the car and driving off in a rush… 

***

I knocked her over before I saw her. How was I to know there was a child in the middle of the road that early morning? I had been so occupied with the things I had to do as soon as I got to Abuja that I wasn’t really concentrating on the driving… 

***

She couldn’t have been more than twelve. The pain that tugged at my heart was too much to bear. She hadn’t given me any number to call. She hadn’t been able to talk much after the accident. I had driven like a maniac to a private hospital, with the child at the back seat, but it had been too late. 

Just before they had taken her into the ICU, she had pressed her rosary beads into my hands and looked straight into my eyes, “I forgive you,” she said, in a voice barely audible enough to hear. “Pray the rosary for me. I forgive you…”

Minutes later, she was dead. That was when I called Herbie… 

***

I was later to accept the fact that no one seemed to know the child. We went to media houses and put up announcements, hoping anyone would call with information about the girl. None came. I was completely dazed. It was the strangest day of my life. For the first time in my life, I, Chief Mike Anuforo had a situation I couldn’t handle. Not in my sixty years of existence had I witnessed anything like it. I had completely forgotten about the rosary till later that night when I switched the Cable TV to Channels Television. The plane I was to take to Abuja had crashed on landing, killing everyone on board. As Herbie prayed the rosary with me, amidst many tears, I realised that an angel had given her life for mine… 

THE END! 

© Oselumhense Anetor, 2017.

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As October Devotion Begins, This Story Might Inspire Someone.

As October Devotion Begins, This Story Might Inspire Someone.

As October devotion begins today, this story might inspire someone:

The girl! 

As I picked up her rosary beads to pray, tears came to my eyes. The tiny brownish beads felt strange and hard on my fingers. I had not prayed the rosary in years. I wasn’t even sure I could still remember the prayers correctly. I was not the praying type. But I was now determined to try. The little girl had been very clear when she gave me that one last instruction. It seemed God had given her that last moment of lucidity. I would never be able to forgive myself if I didn’t do as she asked…

***

I had begun the day full of confidence, without an inkling I would end up here. Being owner and CEO of chains of companies meant you constantly had to be at meetings and seminars on end. This was my life. I lived and loved it. Herbie, my wife had waved at me from the patio as Suleiman my driver drove me out of the compound that early dawn. Herbie was still donned in her nightie and she looked like she would be going right back to bed. Unlike Herbie, I was an early bird. I went to bed early and rose early. Today, I had a 7:00am flight to Abuja (Nigeria), and I left as early as 5:00am. I never joked with time.
We had just left the gate before Suleiman (the driver) started acting up, or so I thought. He drew the black luxurious SUV to the side of the street, put the car on park, and quickly went out of the vehicle. Before I could ask what the matter was, he was retching noisily into the gutter nearby. I waited about ten seconds before coming out of the car. 

“Are you okay?” I asked, as soon as I was standing by Suleiman’s side. 

“Yes sir!” He answered. But he didn’t seem fine to me. He was sweating profusely in that morning chill. He bent double again and continued emptying whatever he had inside his stomach into the gutter. 

“What did you eat?” I asked again, when it seemed he was done. 

“Oka, I nor know fah. Wallahi! But I nor peel pine Oka. Kai mana!” (Boss, I don’t know at all, but I don’t feel too good). 

“Are you sure?”

“Yaawah!”

“Okay, take me back to the compound and call me another driver.” I glanced at my gold-plated wrist watch. I had already lost close to twenty minutes. 

Suleiman looked at me with a pained expression on his face. “Oka, nor vex fah! Na only me dey today. Madam say na just to drive go airfort today.” (“Boss, don’t be offended, I’m the only driver available”). 

I rubbed my gradually balding head and straightened out the collars of my navy blue Tuxedo. I had two options – call a cab, or drive myself. I looked at my wrist watch again – forty minutes lost! 

“Okay, tell Madam I’ll leave the car at the airport garage. She can send someone to get it later.”

Yes sir.” Suleiman seemed relieved. He was wiping his mouth and trying to look smart in his chauffeur uniform. I waited for some more seconds before getting into the car and driving off in a rush… 

***

I knocked her over before I saw her. How was I to know there was a child in the middle of the road that early morning? I had been so occupied with the things I had to do as soon as I got to Abuja that I wasn’t really concentrating on the driving… 

***

She couldn’t have been more than twelve. The pain that tugged at my heart was too much to bear. She hadn’t given me any number to call. She hadn’t been able to talk much after the accident. I had driven like a maniac to a private hospital, with the child at the back seat, but it had been too late. 

Just before they had taken her into the ICU, she had pressed her rosary beads into my hands and looked straight into my eyes, “I forgive you,” she said, in a voice barely audible enough to hear. “Pray the rosary for me. I forgive you…”

Minutes later, she was dead. That was when I called Herbie… 

***

I was later to accept the fact that no one seemed to know the child. We went to media houses and put up announcements, hoping anyone would call with information about the girl. None came. I was completely dazed. It was the strangest day of my life. For the first time in my life, I, Chief Mike Anuforo had a situation I couldn’t handle. Not in my sixty years of existence had I witnessed anything like it. I had completely forgotten about the rosary till later that night when I switched the Cable TV to Channels Television. The plane I was to take to Abuja had crashed on landing, killing everyone on board. As Herbie prayed the rosary with me, amidst many tears, I realised that an angel had given her life for mine… 

THE END! 

© Oselumhense Anetor, 2017.

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Watch Inspiring Video – Little Girl Opens Chapel In Her Closet! 

Watch Inspiring Video – Little Girl Opens Chapel In Her Closet! 


Now we just might have a little saint-in-the-making!

Fr. Goyo Hidalgo, an associate pastor at St. Rose of Lima Catholic Church in the Archdiocese of Los Angeles, recently posted a video showing a 9-year-old girl’s at-home chapel.

In the video, the young girl’s mother shows us her daughter’s closet, which she turned into a chapel. According to the tweet, Fr. Goyo said “she invites her siblings to come and pray.”

On the closet wall is a holy water font, a photo of the Blessed Virgin Mary and the Infant Jesus, a Guardian Angel photo, and a crucifix. There are also some religious books on the floor, a pretend chalice on one of the shelves and a place for written prayer requests!

As Fr. Goyo said, “This is amazing.”

“The chapel is open, this is so amazing. One of the moms in my parish sent me this video of her daughter’s chapel. She is 9 and she made a chapel in her closet. She invites her siblings to come and pray”. #futuresaintspic.twitter.com/1a8yQWBeuj

-Fr. Goyo 

(@FrGoyo) September 2, 2018.

(If the video isn’t showing up for you, view it here.)

The full text of Fr. Goyo’s tweet reads, “The chapel is open.’ This is so amazing. One of the moms in my parish sent me this video of her daughter’s chapel. She is 9 and she made a chapel in her closet. She invites her siblings to come and pray. #futureSaints”

In the video, her mother says, “This is what my daughter has been working on all weekend. She’s made a chapel in her closet so that anyone can come and pray at any time. We just love her. She’s going to be our little saint.”

Several users responded to the video.

Fr. Thomas Petri, OP, said, “Early signs of a vocation,” In which Fr. Goyo responded, “I already sent the mom a letter with the different orders explained 😜

😜.”

Another user said, “Children are so beautiful and if parents would continue to nurture that relationship with Jesus, these children would be thriving adults in their faith. 🙏🏻 I have seen children who are so devout fall away and I see why. Pray for holy families. 🙏🏻

This user said, “Beautiful. Her prayers must be bringing such joy to the Lord!! 💕🌸

As Jesus said in Mark 10:14, “Let the children come to me; do not prevent them, for the kingdom of God belongs to such as these.”

(View video here). 

Let us pray for all children, that they will become future saints!

St. Philomena, patroness of infants, babies, children and youth, pray for us!

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