Last night I had a dream about Lyndon Johnson who was standing like this in a woman's personal space at a dinner party. Apparently this was a technique he used as a form of intimidation though, I never knew this until I googled him. In my dream I wasn't asked to pray for him, but for the woman who's space he was intruding. I saw him laughing just like this while conspiring to sin though indirectly, which made me feel sick, queasy sick.......... So many people to pray for and so little time.

 “How can this be; You are God and I – I am Your creature.  You, the Immortal King and I, a beggar and misery itself!  But now all is clear to me; Your grace and Your love, O Lord, will fill the gulf between You, Jesus, and me.”-  Sister Faustina

 Disclaimer; I woke up around three o'clock this morning and shuffled to my computer to transcribe a very vivid dream that I had experienced. I wrote this down when I was more asleep than awake and then when I woke up again later this morning, I didn't recall much of it at all except for the feelings of pain and joy and I also noticed that it's repetative, oh well.

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I dreamt that God let me look into his most sacred heart and feel a portion of what it feels like to be rejected by his beloved creation. I felt the pain of being mocked by souls blaspheming him as he tried to woo them without success. I saw individual people spanning centuries and decades who had rejected his love, people who he desperately tried to make his own but he was continually mocked and rejected. I felt his deep sorrow which was unbearable, simply too much for a human to withstand and comprehend. (I'm sure he watered it all down for me.) I felt a portion of his ache for these lost people though he would try without fail to win their hearts throughout the entirety of their lives and still, the pain of rejection was too much. They're rejection for Gods love was bad enough but then they made fun of him.  He  ached for the love of the lost soul but with the soul who accepted his love, there was an indescribable joy. A kind of joy that only Gods heart has the capacity to contain or express. My mind was able to understand it as - God soars, his heart is simply filled with so much uncontainable joy that he soars in some sort of ecstasy. No matter what, God is always faithful to us and even after we reject him. He's closer to us than our own breath and the only thing he wants from us is our love in  return. 

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I wondered where Satan was during all of this, I was told that he was powerless and inconsequential.

It amazes me that God is so tenderly and intimately involved in our lives. If a person could feel the love that God really has for them it would cause them to tremble.

An uhappy meal

In the news, a prostitute works out a deal with an undercover cop for two double cheese burgers off of the value meal at McDonald's. At first I laughed until I got to thinking about the hypocrisy of the situation when I realized that women do this all of the time, as many have gone home with men who've simply bought them a drink at a bar or maybe even with men who've taken them out for a date then back to his place. Many people laugh at whores while they've done the very same thing only they called it dating. I suppose it's all about terminology. Pagans always blame Christians for their hypocrisy but really they're no better........ Then I reflect upon Christ who dearly loved the prostitute though he didn't think much of hypocrites.

*Above photo is of a couple on a blind date.

Empty with Dan Haseltine Matt Hammitt (Music Inspired by The Story) from worshiphousemedia on GodTube.

Dying for love of Christ isn't necessarily an old idea. Pictured below, is the blood from any one of the 21 martyrs attending a Coptic church in Egypt from this past January.

When the freaky dreams come to pass and the visions come true, I stand in awe of the Holy Spirit, the giver of all foreknowledge. I ponder his glory, compassion, and his desire to make us a part of himself, as I fall ever more deeply in love with my creator I wonder out loud why he would choose such a inept, sinful person to share himself with.

My son, the boy genius, walks into the house crying uncontrollably and Grace asked him, "What's wrong, what happened?" He said, "I,.......I.... (sniff,sniff) don't... wanna... talk about it!" She continued pressing him, "Why are you crying?..." He said, "I was running outside and.........and I....I.....stepped on a raaaaake." Then Grace started laughing uncontrollably and the boy replied, "Shuuuut uuuup." (Sniff, sniff) ..... my..... face huuurts."

Last Weekend I snuggled with our boy who had a fever for three days. I was sorry he was sick but I enjoyed spending time with him while not having to chase after him or clean up  one of his numerous homemade invention messes but Now I'm sick and the antibiotics aren't working. I've decided to have a pity party -for myself and I've invited a bunch of legionnaires because I heard they're a lot of fun. (They're Catholic too!) Sadly, the cootie I've got is either Legionnaires disease, Lyme disease or the flu but if it's the flu it's couldn't possibly be the regular flu because my teeth hurt and so do the hairs on my head and legs. (I can't even hold a razor or my favorite sparkly red nail polish wand. )

........Just a sec, I have to rest for a minute....

I look like crap, my hair is matted like my cats rear and I sound like Darth Vader when I breath or speak. I'm a real vision with the doubled up breath right strips over my nose. My skin coloring looks like Edward from those vampire movies.   My house looks like the remains of some sort of KU frat party and I'm pretty sure, I heard my children talking about a coupe. If God is trying to kill me, I wish he would do it faster.

Okay, thanks for listening,..... party amongst yourselves... Perhaps the Legionnaires can form a soul train dance line, that always cheers me up. Well,..... not this time... White people need to stick with what they do best, river dancing and marching.

Rick Santorum had been all over the news discussing his belief not only in Satan but also saying that Satan wants to destroy America. I happen to agree with him but I don't think Satan wants to destroy America alone. Satan would like to destroy everything within his realm, he's not that particular. The first epistle of Peter, Chapter 5, verse 8 tells us to Be sober, be vigilant; because your adversary the devil, as a roaring lion, walks about, seeking whom he may devour:

...... that means us and without exception. Hurting your feelings or worse, mean nothing to him.

So... as a public service announcement I have posted actual hidden camera footage of Mr.Santorum inadvertently giving Satan a ride to a night club, where the prince of darkness regularly performs. As you can plainly see, Satan can and has transformed himself into a woman oodles of times over the centuries, in particular to celibate monks and priests, fully naked, and screaming up and down the halls of their abbeys while they try to catch some sleep. Can you say opportunistic?

In the sweat of your face shall you eat bread, till you return to the ground; for out of it were you taken: for dust you are, and to dust shall you return.

Genesis 3:19

My son....."Mom your viewmaster projector is smoking and it smells like fire."
Me..........." It's just the lightbulb burning off the dust inside of the projector. That's the smell of fun!"...... Whiff, whiff!