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Infinite Heaven.
Recipient/Special Attention: Our BLESSED LORD
Dear LORD,
Its me, Franki, YOUR child. I have some things I wanted to tell you my Dearest LORD. Looking at pictures of my deceased Brothers and Sisters who have attained Their final and Ultimate Glory with YOU makes me realise something. I see pictures of Brother Francis, painted in ecstacy, receiving the SACRED STIGMATA. I see Sister Rita, Pierced in the forehead with a Sacred Thorn. This as I said makes me realise something LORD. Saints are not made as easy or as delightfully as those beautiful works of art tend to depict. I realise now LORD, that being made a Saint is not some nice little portrait with a Heavenly drawn face, rapt in prayer. I realise LORD, that saints are made very violently. The struggle is brutal. Anything but what those portraits tend to depict. Saints are made in muddy fields, with much bloodshed, pain, sobs and heartache. Saints are made with broken hearts, sin filled lives, the painful fight of conversion. Saints are made by slogging it out in the Ring, 10 rounds, with the biggest bruiser around: satan. Saints are made lying in the mud, on the canvas, crushed by the weights of our crosses. Saints are made by those men and women, who remove their faces from the mud, pick up their insanely heavy burden, their crosses and slog on. Saints are made by “digging in” and feeling every blow and punch of the enemies assault. Saints are made by the Care and Concern, the Holy Graces that the Sacraments bestow on us. Saints are made by dragging our burden, feeling the lash of our lives, Our Via Dolorosa’s. Saints are made by those men and women who after facing the barrage of enemy fire, saddle up, and for Heavenly Glory in their hearts and Love of YOU in their hearts and minds, charge the enemy. Saints are made not by some fancy portraits, portrayed in Heavenly delights, but in the white knuckles that grip at the chains of the pillars of our lives, awaiting the lash of the enemy. Therefore LORD, I resolve to carry this burden that you have given me. I know my knuckles will turn white at times, whilst I clench at the chains of the pillar of my life, I know my knuckles and face will turn white as I embrace the Cross for Dear Eternal Life. I kiss this burden YOU have given me. It is by this instrument of torture, that in dying to myself, the world and to sin above all, that I will be interred in the Sepulchre with YOU dearest LORD. It is by this painful instrument, as respulsive as it is at times, I will share in YOUR Ressurection LORD. On the Last day, I hope and resolve to Rise, Glorified by YOUR HOLY and REDEEMING CROSS and the cross of my life, sharing in the company of my patrons and the whole heavenly court, with my Mother Mary looking on. For it was by Her martyrdom with YOU on the Cross that I was priveleged to be given a chance for Eternal Life. It was by Her “YES” that my sinful “NO” was replaced, absolving me of my eternal debt, a tab I could never hope to have paid, giving me a chance at the Eternal Glories of Heaven.
In closing LORD, I want YOU to know that I love YOU. YOU are the apple and gem of my eyes and heart. YOU are indeed the Joy of my youth. YOU o LORD are my sole PRIDE and BOAST. YOU o LORD are my point of living. Without YOU, sweetest LORD, my life is hell, with YOU my life, as bitter as it is, is an oasis, a glimpse of Heaven.
I love YOU with all of my weak, little and sinful HEART LORD JESUS. I ask pardon of ever having offended YOU. I implore YOUR mercy and Love. Grant me the Grace of dying to myself, the world and sin, so that I may Rise in YOU, my ultimate end, joy and Glory.
With all Laud, Glory and Honor to the MOST HOLY TRINITY!! the ONE, LIVING AND TRUE GOD!!
Your weak Child, striving to Love YOU more…
Frenki (ferenc) Fehervari
FF/ff
P.s. Sancta Francesco, Antonio et Joseph, ORA PRO ME!!!
Infinite Heaven.
Recipient/Special Attention: Our BLESSED LORD
Dear LORD,
Its me, Franki, YOUR child. I have some things I wanted to tell you my Dearest LORD. Looking at pictures of my deceased Brothers and Sisters who have attained Their final and Ultimate Glory with YOU makes me realise something. I see pictures of Brother Francis, painted in ecstacy, receiving the SACRED STIGMATA. I see Sister Rita, Pierced in the forehead with a Sacred Thorn. This as I said makes me realise something LORD. Saints are not made as easy or as delightfully as those beautiful works of art tend to depict. I realise now LORD, that being made a Saint is not some nice little portrait with a Heavenly drawn face, rapt in prayer. I realise LORD, that saints are made very violently. The struggle is brutal. Anything but what those portraits tend to depict. Saints are made in muddy fields, with much bloodshed, pain, sobs and heartache. Saints are made with broken hearts, sin filled lives, the painful fight of conversion. Saints are made by slogging it out in the Ring, 10 rounds, with the biggest bruiser around: satan. Saints are made lying in the mud, on the canvas, crushed by the weights of our crosses. Saints are made by those men and women, who remove their faces from the mud, pick up their insanely heavy burden, their crosses and slog on. Saints are made by “digging in” and feeling every blow and punch of the enemies assault. Saints are made by the Care and Concern, the Holy Graces that the Sacraments bestow on us. Saints are made by dragging our burden, feeling the lash of our lives, Our Via Dolorosa’s. Saints are made by those men and women who after facing the barrage of enemy fire, saddle up, and for Heavenly Glory in their hearts and Love of YOU in their hearts and minds, charge the enemy. Saints are made not by some fancy portraits, portrayed in Heavenly delights, but in the white knuckles that grip at the chains of the pillars of our lives, awaiting the lash of the enemy. Therefore LORD, I resolve to carry this burden that you have given me. I know my knuckles will turn white at times, whilst I clench at the chains of the pillar of my life, I know my knuckles and face will turn white as I embrace the Cross for Dear Eternal Life. I kiss this burden YOU have given me. It is by this instrument of torture, that in dying to myself, the world and to sin above all, that I will be interred in the Sepulchre with YOU dearest LORD. It is by this painful instrument, as respulsive as it is at times, I will share in YOUR Ressurection LORD. On the Last day, I hope and resolve to Rise, Glorified by YOUR HOLY and REDEEMING CROSS and the cross of my life, sharing in the company of my patrons and the whole heavenly court, with my Mother Mary looking on. For it was by Her martyrdom with YOU on the Cross that I was priveleged to be given a chance for Eternal Life. It was by Her “YES” that my sinful “NO” was replaced, absolving me of my eternal debt, a tab I could never hope to have paid, giving me a chance at the Eternal Glories of Heaven.
In closing LORD, I want YOU to know that I love YOU. YOU are the apple and gem of my eyes and heart. YOU are indeed the Joy of my youth. YOU o LORD are my sole PRIDE and BOAST. YOU o LORD are my point of living. Without YOU, sweetest LORD, my life is hell, with YOU my life, as bitter as it is, is an oasis, a glimpse of Heaven.
I love YOU with all of my weak, little and sinful HEART LORD JESUS. I ask pardon of ever having offended YOU. I implore YOUR mercy and Love. Grant me the Grace of dying to myself, the world and sin, so that I may Rise in YOU, my ultimate end, joy and Glory.
With all Laud, Glory and Honor to the MOST HOLY TRINITY!! the ONE, LIVING AND TRUE GOD!!
Your weak Child, striving to Love YOU more…
Frenki (ferenc) Fehervari
FF/ff
P.s. Sancta Francesco, Antonio et Joseph, ORA PRO ME!!!