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I’m not supposed to be here!

My daughter Shannon has been going to dance class

pretty much

ever since

he learned how to walk

. Over these

last seven years

or so, my wife Cheryl and I ( mostly my wife ) have gotten friendly with

some of the parents who bring their children

to class each

week. Cheryl has gotten particularly close with one

woman named Beverly.

A few Thursdays ago, Cheryl was pretty busy so I offered to take Shannon to dance class. When we arrived

Shannon got changed

and skipped into her dance studio so I sat down and people watched for a few

minutes. Within a short amount of time Bev arrived

and we got to talking about this and that. She told me that

her grandmother’s house had sold… and that it had been on the market

for an extremely long time. Someone

told her to bury a statue of St. Joseph in the front of the house. Well… you guessed it. She

put Saint Joseph

to work and the house sold within two weeks. But that’s not the cool part of this story.

Bev told me that there was a statue of the Blessed Mother at her grandmother’s old place, and that she

couldn’t take it and display it

on her property because she lives in one of those communities. We’ll pray for

the pagan board members, but anyway... She asked

me if I would like the statue. I was honored and said

yes without any hesitation! I wasn’t sure what kind of shape she was in but I

figured I’d fix her up and was

deciding between two locations at my house where I would display her.

The Wednesday night prior to the Thursday when I was going to pick up the statue I hosted the weekly Men’s

Prayer Group at my

house. Half way through the night one of my buddies, Ray, from way out of the blue, says

to a few of us:

“I’m waiting for a statue for my house… I don’t know where it’s going to come from but I’m just waiting for it”.

He had a confident grin on his face (as if he had some inside information). We weren’t talking about statues

and no-one knew about

“my” statue yet. Like I said… his comment was way out of the blue.

I looked at the ground in disbelief and muttered “ I know where it’s coming from Ray… I’m picking it up

tomorrow!” I then told him

the story of the statue and we were all amazed at how mysteriously the Lord

works. I could have ignored that feeling inside that let

me know, without a doubt, the statue of the Virgin Mary

was to go to Ray’s house, but it was clear to me that this was the case.

If I had said nothing and set her up in my prayer garden out back. I joked about it saying that if I had kept her

at my place she would

have reminded me every time I walked by her…

“I’m not supposed to be here!”

One other interesting thing in connection with Bev… one day when in her kitchen doing dishes the Lord was

really pulling out all of

the stops to get her attention...

She always kept a plastic cup on the edge of the sink with a Brillo pad in it. One morning when she pulled out

the Brillo Pad the

image of Jesus ( you decide) with a halo and everything greeted her at the bottom of the

cup!

See for yourself.

call it “Cup-O-Christ”

which has offended some folks but

I don't think He minds

one bit! As a matter of fact... I wouldn't be

surprised if some day I'll be uploading " Mug-O-Mary" on this site!

Peace

Chris

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was

working on a bathroom remodel on Cape Cod and on Tuesday

April 3rd of Holy Week, I was framing in

a shower

stall. I was in the garage and was about to cut another stud (at 85 3/4" if I remember correctly) when

I saw what

appeared to be the likeness of the Blessed Mother slide by my hands. It was a close call!

At first

I was a little bummed

out that the lumber company had stamped their logo smack dab on top of the image...

until I realized that the ink from

the stamp was what gave Mary her facial features. As I looked at it a few days

later I realized that she looks like she's

holding a lamb in her arms. I also noticed the three letters MLB...

maybe it's BLM for Blessed Mother... I just saw that

this occurred exactly one month after Dan took that photo

down the Cape... Hmmmm... I wonder what's going to

happen on May 3rd? I don't know what... but I think I

know where! You can bet I'll be down in Cape Cod!

Here's Mary again, and I'm also shamelessly showing off my license plate !

ere's a photo I took when I was wrapping up a basement renovation at my dear friends Bob and

Kathy

Craig's home.

These folks are some good old fashioned on-fire Catholic Christians (yes,

yes... there is such

a thing) so I wasn't

surprised to get this blessing of a photo... & on Saint

Patrick's day to boot!

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Nuts About The Lord!

October 23, 2005

nother touch from Heaven today!

I prayed the Rosary at 6:30 am with some guys from our men's prayer group and then attended the

8:00 Mass

Sacred Heart Church in Middleboro.

hen on to

the 9:30 Mass, where a friend

John and I are

dismissed with the

children in the RCIA program after the Homily to talk about

today's gospel with them

and teach them the catholic faith

So far a wonderful and grace filled

Sunday

When my wife Cheryl and I got home we were talking about the different Catholic orders

and Confraternities

that

people

ot involved in

This topic was brought up because on the previous Thursday when the

MPG (

men's prayer

group

)

got

together, my

buddy

Bob

said he'd thought about joining a

group with a devotion to The

Blessed Mother.

A Marian

rder

made sense as we pray the

"Sunday Sunrise Rosary" every

Sunday morning at

7:00

am with

few of

the guys from the MPG

, as well as when

we meet and

daily on our own.

I said to my wife that I'd have to give

decision

like that

a lot of thought and prayer before joining an order for life. I

joked with

her and said: "

I'm kind of partial to Saint Francis of Assisi and patting squirrels and

stuff"

Not five minutes later I went out on my porch and could hear the church bells up in the center of

town ringing in

the

12:00

noon

hour. As I stood there admiring the

sky

I heard a sound behind me and

looked down and to my left

and

there sat

a squirrel… not 3 feet away from me, looking right up at

me… looking me square in the eye! I

began talking

sweetly to

him and asked him if he wanted a

peanut. I went into the house and got two peanuts.

He was waiting for me when I returned. The first peanut I set down for him.

He strolled over and took the second one right out of my hand!

I don’t know how the squirrels in your neighborhood are, but this is very unusual for wild squirrels

around

here! I

didn't make a connection between this strange encounter & what I had just said to

Cheryl until the

squirrel had actually

taken the peanut from my hand.

The Lord had seen fit to reach down and touch me once again. His Love for me boggles my mind!

He reveals

himself in

small and large ways every day of my life. I wonder how many times he

touches me

I don't even realize it?

ow many times does he touch you and you don't even realize it?

I can say this: The more I pray to Jesus and ask the intercession of Our Blessed Mother, the more

grace is

poured into

my life. This is not theory. It is a fact in my life that I am sure of.

So if you'd like to maybe hand off a peanut to a squirrel in

your neighborhood, just think of The

Lord and His Mother

and pray often. Bring all your cares and concerns

and thanks to Him. Ask

Mary to help you to pray. She will lead you to

her Son. If you don't know how to pray…

just ask and

They

ll help you.

Be blessed!

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                                              Looks like there's an angel hitchin' a ride on the back of this butterfly!

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   I took these photos of this amazing white rainbow which danced around the beach in Yarmouth, Cape Cod for a full hour
and a half! We'd never seen anything like it ! It kept moving and resting on different parts of the ocean and beach.

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                  This moth was waiting on our porch one night when my wife, daughter and I returned from a trip.
                     It's like the white rainbow; we never saw one before. and haven't seen one since!

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Seeing is Believing