Fear is Dark Oil

At the Bottom of a pit

Fear can give you quite a fit

This oil is not just a boil

But the fuel

Fuel for what you say?

I will not keep you at bay

The greater the oil

You need not toil

This oil is the fuel

Fuel for what you say?

A spark of fire

Falls into the mire

A fire goes up

The oil burns burns burns

The spark of fire leaves its mark on the mire

The fire transforms the oil without much toil

Into a sweet perfume

A perfume that goes up to God with the scent of a rose

Fear is the oil

The fuel

That becomes the perfume that goes up to God

What is Fear?

Fear is a little boy in a small room with no window

Fear is a little boy in a small room with a locked door

Fear is a little boy in a small room with five locks on the locked door

At the age of 6 the little boy hides in a corner

At the age of 7 little boy walks up to the locked door

The little boy sits and looks at the locked door for 30 years

The young man knocks on the door

The Young man unlocks the 5 locks

The Young man opens the door ever so slightly inch or so

The Young man sits and looks at the door for 30 years

The old man opens the doors ever so slightly

From the outside a balloon comes into the room

The old man opens the door fully and enters into a party

The old man Feels like a little boy again

I can imagine St Joseph praying for Jesus as He died on the Cross

I can only imagine what St Joseph was feeling when he saw Jesus dying on the cross

I am sure that Joseph wanted to hold and embrace his wife Mary and wipe away her tears

Imagine St Joseph taking Jesus back to Jerusalem on a donkey the evening of Good Friday

We know that Joseph most likely already went to Heaven before the public life of Jesus

But St Joseph was there at the cross.

His prayers were there as he looked down from Heaven

Joseph said to his brothers, “What you meant for evil God meant for Good.”

St Joseph knows how to turn a Curse into a Blessing

I imagine that God the Father listened to the prayers of St Joseph on Easter Sunday

St Joseph was there at the Resurrection

St Joseph know how to turn your Good Friday into Easter Sunday

Identity gender disorder has been dropped as a psychological sickness. I am no expert on the topic but it is the feeling that you were born the wrong gender, that you are a woman caught in a man’s body or a man trapped in a woman’s body.

Now my heart goes out to all the people who suffer in this way, and I am sure that there suffering is very real.

What is the Brave New World that we are creating? I am told that there are as many as 26 genders now, and there was a speaker saying that we can become different genders in a single day for example, you might wake up one morning and your mom is your mom but by the end of the day she/he might feel that she is a different gender.

This is the world our young people will face. We all know how difficult it is for teenagers to have a healthy self image. Imagine a young man or young woman going to their counselor to discuss their struggles with self image; and imagine them being told that there are now 26 different genders. If they don’t recognize themselves in one of these 26 genders than we will have to create a separate gender just for you.

When I was growing up I thought life was difficult. I can only imagine the struggles that our young people will face.

Blessing and prayers

Fr Stefan

As Theo looked through the ashes on the blanket he noticed a note.  The note read, signed Sept 21 1869

PS when all is done there will be a sign of olives. You will know what it means when you see it. “Dear Theo one day you will find this note, I entrusted this note to my patron St Joseph.

Theo thought to himself where is St Georges and who is the priest there? Theo could not remember the last time he stepped into a Catholic Church. How would he explain this to the priest there, wouldn’t he look like a fool?

While Theo was thinking he took out 3 olives from the jar in his pocket. As he rolled the olives in his mouth he went to the kitchen and poured himself a glass of wine.

Theo decided to walk to St George. It is about 5 miles away from his home. It used to be a place for monks to pray but that was in another era. St George looked abandoned. There was a cemetery in front of the church and many of the tomb stones where missing. It looked like at one time that this church served royalty.

As Theo was about to walk into the church he noticed a crest one the wall. The Crest had 2 swords and 4 olives.

There were many spiders and rats in the church. It looked liked it had not been used for a thousand years. Theo felt that he was being watched and as he looked behind him he saw a man in a cassock. The man in the cassock looked ancient. When Theo worked up the courage to say hello, the man responded in a very kind voice and said, “……

The kindly old priest came towards Theo and extending his right hand said, “welcome Theo I have been expecting you.” Theo froze in his steps-how could this be???

The priest put his hand on Theo’s shoulder and the two walked slowly toward the altar.
“I suppose you are here about the note?” the priest inquired. Theo once again was shaken by how much this person knew, despite never once meeting him.
“Well, yes,” Theo said with some fear in his voice, “The note said to come here… How did you or whoever wrote this note knew I was going to find it in the urn? And who’s ashes were those exactly?” The priest let out a slight smile.

The urn is blue with a green top. It is made out of some sort of marble. As Theo looks at the urn there is a scripture verse, Isaiah 50 1 “Thus says the Lord; where is the bill of divorce with which I dismissed your mother? Or to which of my creditor have I sold you? “

Theo thinks he hears a groan a voice hallowing from the urn. The urn is surprisingly warm as if something living is inside. But how can this be there is only ashes inside, and he wonders who ashes are these.

Theo while not a monk did try to live an upright life. He said a prayer for this person, as he said the prayer a fish jumped out of the sea. Theo said another prayers and a dove took flight from a nearby branch.

Theo carried the urn to his dining room and he placed the urn on the mantle above the fireplace. Theo felt odd placing an urn in his house when he didn’t know who the person was.

He wondered about the life of the person, how did they die? What was the connection with the rose?

Later that night went to bed but he was unable to sleep. He was thinking about the urn and the person in the urn. He wondered if he was sinning by keeping the urn but he didn’t know what to

Theo went back to his room and took out his pipe and started to read the Manuscript again. He was on page 36, the manuscript said, “Now Tom lived a very solitary life by the sea. He would spend long hours looking at the waves and reading the poems of Poe.” He didn’t have many visitors expect for the cat that seemed to live his own life.

Theo was surprised when he turned the page of the manuscript and the first words on Page 37 where, “The Urn contained a mystery and a promise. There is healing flowing from this urn.”

Theo noticed when he this opening line from page 37 that the pain in his chest lifted if only for a moment. Theo seemed to have a bit more energy. He could feel the salt from the sea on his face and the dew of the waves.

Theo put down his manuscript, got up from his chair and quietly walked toward the urn. Without hesitation, he laid out an old towel on the floor and dumped the contents of the weathered urn. Theo felt oddly compelled to sift through the ashes. As he carefully swished his finger tips across the remains, making sure not to get John/Jane Doe in his living room carpet, he found a note which seemed as worn and weathered as the urn, peeking out from the fine dark grey ashes.