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JCPhoenix
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This is still on the tonuge topic, but it’s really cool!
I have a friend who is not a Charismatic Catholic, but rather more Augustinian or contemplative. He was praying alone (in the adoration chapel, I think) and asked God to teach him how to pray.
Some words came to him and of course they were just unintelligable syllables, but he wrote them down as they came. He took the writings to his Spiritual Director who obtained some assistance. The SD was able to confirm that one of the prayers was in Latin, one which is not in common usage and my friend did not know Latin at the time. The other he later learned was the Our Father in Aramaic.
He has never studied Aramaic.
How cool is that!
My own story, after my “infilling of the Holy Spirit” I had no desire to eat for days (I did so only because I had to). This is very odd for me. I was also out walkign the dogs a couple mornings later and having a conversation with God. Not like any of my other conversations with him, but I really understood that he was speaking to me.
Not in words, it was just an inner “knowledge”. There is no way to explain this. He wanted me to go to mass every morning, and especially that morning. I told him I couldn’t, I had to be at work early. He impressed upon me that it was very important that I attend that morning’s 8 am mass. As I walked by the adoration chapel, I was overcome with a desire to recieve communion and I wanted to rush into the chapel. I was in tears because of course I could not do so. I continued to argue with God and said I could not attend mass. He had an answer for every objection, and finally I told him that as much as I regretted it (and I did), I could not go.
Finally, God told me that if I did not go to mass that morning I was going to be involved in a car accident. He explained this could be avoided by being where I was supposed to be.
Now, I had been wondering if I was actually talking to myself, and when I “heard” about the car accident warning, I became convinced that I was conversing with my own imagination as it was exactly the thing I would say to talk myself into going to mass.
But I refused, thinking I would be late anyway. God didn’t seem to care about being late that day, just to attend. As I backed out of my garage I saw that it was 8:10 and told God “See? I would have been very late!” He asked me to at least pray the rosary. I don’t usually in the mornings at that time, but I agreed.
Only a few blocks from my house I sat at a red light waiting for the green arrow, praying the rosary in Spanish. (Some reason that appealed to me at that moment). I saw a car pull up behind me. I continued praying.
BAM!
I got rearended. I first looked down at the rosary in my hand, thought, “I should have gone to mass” and was humbled by the fact that God had told me exactly what was going to occurr and I ignored him.
I go to mass every morning now. When God has to hit you with a car to get you to listen to him you learn quickly!
I have a friend who is not a Charismatic Catholic, but rather more Augustinian or contemplative. He was praying alone (in the adoration chapel, I think) and asked God to teach him how to pray.
Some words came to him and of course they were just unintelligable syllables, but he wrote them down as they came. He took the writings to his Spiritual Director who obtained some assistance. The SD was able to confirm that one of the prayers was in Latin, one which is not in common usage and my friend did not know Latin at the time. The other he later learned was the Our Father in Aramaic.
He has never studied Aramaic.
How cool is that!
My own story, after my “infilling of the Holy Spirit” I had no desire to eat for days (I did so only because I had to). This is very odd for me. I was also out walkign the dogs a couple mornings later and having a conversation with God. Not like any of my other conversations with him, but I really understood that he was speaking to me.
Not in words, it was just an inner “knowledge”. There is no way to explain this. He wanted me to go to mass every morning, and especially that morning. I told him I couldn’t, I had to be at work early. He impressed upon me that it was very important that I attend that morning’s 8 am mass. As I walked by the adoration chapel, I was overcome with a desire to recieve communion and I wanted to rush into the chapel. I was in tears because of course I could not do so. I continued to argue with God and said I could not attend mass. He had an answer for every objection, and finally I told him that as much as I regretted it (and I did), I could not go.
Finally, God told me that if I did not go to mass that morning I was going to be involved in a car accident. He explained this could be avoided by being where I was supposed to be.
Now, I had been wondering if I was actually talking to myself, and when I “heard” about the car accident warning, I became convinced that I was conversing with my own imagination as it was exactly the thing I would say to talk myself into going to mass.
But I refused, thinking I would be late anyway. God didn’t seem to care about being late that day, just to attend. As I backed out of my garage I saw that it was 8:10 and told God “See? I would have been very late!” He asked me to at least pray the rosary. I don’t usually in the mornings at that time, but I agreed.
Only a few blocks from my house I sat at a red light waiting for the green arrow, praying the rosary in Spanish. (Some reason that appealed to me at that moment). I saw a car pull up behind me. I continued praying.
BAM!
I got rearended. I first looked down at the rosary in my hand, thought, “I should have gone to mass” and was humbled by the fact that God had told me exactly what was going to occurr and I ignored him.
I go to mass every morning now. When God has to hit you with a car to get you to listen to him you learn quickly!
