Excerpt from "Amazing Grace"-book

Dedication

 

 

 

 

Dedicated to: Live! Love! Laugh!

 

And, to:

Lovely Lady Grace

 

Also, to:

 

Salvation through:

Faith! Family! Freedom!

 

In holy honor of:

 

Sacred Time-Space of:

Father! Son! Holy Spirit!

 

I humble pray!

 

Amen!

Foreword

 

 

Through this Awesome-Wonder experience of Life-Love in the sacred glow of His Amazing-Grace blessings befall simple-humble (undeserving) I---Thankful…I openly accept.

Lucky-stars!? Often, I wonder as to the Why?-me of His forgivng-Love!---I am…Blessed!

And---knowingly…exceedingly so! From the “then” into “now” and to “eternity”. Amen!

In my humble, limited-intelligent consideration---in this tender heart, I see…all are.

Each dawn I kiss the morn with Love! Embrace the high noon-sun! Treasure purple-eve! Enjoy the cooling dusk! Measure-soft the mid-night comfort in wild-spirit dreams delight!

And, always, humble temptress hubris with sacred words to quell transgression-evil sin:

 

What other people think of me---is…none of my business!

(James Cavizel-actor)

 

The “spiritual”-experience began, now some 23 years hence, lasting 17 annual celebrations.

Unusual, it was, for me to be in the office after 11 in the morning; yet, one sunny day found me sitting behind my desk doing reports when I realized someone was standing in the doorway.

Looking up brought me face-to-face with co-worker Michael; unusual for him to be there, too.

We each worked our own files with very little, if ever, interaction; something was up.

“Do you ever fell like you want to cry? But there is nor reason for it?” Michael inquired.

Wow! What an unusual opening! We were merely acquaintances, not “friends”.

Laying my pen on the desk surface, I replied openly, honestly, “Yeah. Always when I am mass during the “offering”-time and at “Holy Communion”.

2 ½ hours later, I left the office for the day. Thus, began a seventeen year supernatural experience, one I lived but could never, even today, accept as deserving of me. Yet, it’s true.

That strange meeting began the sacred journey which enlightened simple-humble me.

Michael died June 26, 2012, at the age of 58---I miss him immensely…still. He knew.

I got to say “Good-bye!” to him by phone when he was confined to the hospital.

“When you get where you’re going, let me know where you are>” I slightly teased.

Without missing a beat, he said, simply, “If I can.” At 9:35 pm, my-Michael expired.

I learned of the “stirrings” of the Holy Spirit. What I know of death---is…to love life!

After Michael’s death, I went to a priest with only a few of my experiences written for his review to inquire what this learned man thought of the validity of my story and what, if any, protocol I might employ through the church to get this sacred-message out to the brethren..

One morning the priest visited our home holding my writing in his hand. Taking a seat, he said that the church had a protocol for such “experiences”. He then literally tossed my brief written report onto the floor beside his rocking chair seat and said, “Just keep it for your family.”

The intimation: You made it up! Why, then, keep it for the family!? Was he---Jealous!?

Wow! That spiritual journey is “sacred” to me. His conclusion of “fantasy” cut scar-deep.

This story is not about me; I am not so intelligent as to conjure such detailed experience.

Never-the-less, I offer the tale for the solace of any who choose to explore their belief.

 

God bless!

 

I pray thee---Peace!