Homily Letters - October 30, 2022

Luke 19:1-10               10-30-2022               (As built, Amite #518)

  1. Letters… letters from God… imagine a letter from God… to you… to me… let’s see…
  2. My child… you may not know me but I know everything about you… I know when you sit… I know when you rise… I am familiar with all of your ways… my child I even know the hairs on your head for they are numbered… you have been made in my image… you are my life… you are my movement… you are my being… you’re my offspring… I knew you before you were ever conceived… I even planned your creation… you are not a mistake… your days have been numbered in my book… I determined the exact time of you birth and where you would live… and to tell you my child you are wonderfully made… I knitted you in your mother’s womb I brought you there… I was there… yes I have been misrepresented by many… some say I am angry... some say I am distant but I am pure love… my child… I’ve come to lavish that love on you… you are my child and I am your Father… I can offer you more than your father could have offered you… for I am the perfect Father… every good gift comes from my hand… I am a provider that meets all of your needs your future has my stamp… my child your thoughts and my thoughts of you are greater of the sands on the seashore… I’ve never stopped doing good for you… you are my treasured possession… do you understand my child… I will establish in you my whole heart and my whole soul… I have great things for you… and I want to fill your heart with me… I will give you every desire for I gave them to you to begin with… I can do more for you than you could ever imagine… I am your greatest encourager… when you think you have troubles… when you are broken hearted… I am standing right along side of you… I’m like a shepherd I’ve even carried you… that way you’re close to my heart… one day I will wipe every tear and I will console every heart… I’m your father I love you as I loved my son Jesus… I come to you today my child to tell you his death was an expression of my love for you… I gave up everything… I gave up everything for you… if you receive my son… you will receive the Eucharist… you receive me… I’ve always been your father… and will always be… my question for you my child... will you stay my child here on earth… will you… remember my child… I am waiting for you… love always… dad… Almighty God…
  3. My brothers and sisters in Christ did you know everything in that letter is scriptural… everything is scriptural… truly… that’s a letter from God… you know but I wonder… I wonder what Claire thought… when she got the letter from Ani… I mean she got a letter from beyond… I wonder what she thought when she got that letter from Ani… You know what’s amazing… Claire and Ani were the best of friends… I mean they grew up together… they hung out together… they went to work together they had to share the same cubicle… but you know what’s amazing they could get along on anything… they could talk about any topic… this that the other… they’d laugh and have a good time… well okay not everything… Ani refused to speak to religion… she’d become ugly… condescending… as a matter of fact she’d get so angry at Claire she couldn’t take it… so I wonder what Ani thought when Claire became a nun… Ani got married… and then there was that tragic accident… and then it wasn’t long after that Claire… sister Claire get’s a letter… yeah… after the fact a letter from beyond… to Claire… from her quote end quote friend Ani… Claire says one day she is in the convent and she’s trying to go to sleep she gets word from her mother Ani has passed… a tragic car wreck… she said she can’t sleep… it turned her would… she wasn’t ready for it… man Ani’s young their the same age… and she kept wondering what her judgment was like… did she get a good one… did she pass did it go well I mean was she prepared… she said I was so nervous I got up went down the hall into the chapel and began to pray… started praying the Angelus… the Rosary… came back and it was midnight and I’m staring at the clock I got anxiety I can’t sleep… and then I begin to dose off… and I can swear… I know it sounded like a dream or it felt like one but I’m telling you it was real… it was tangible you could feel it… I remember hearing a bang by my door… like somebody threw a book or something… and I remember thinking that’s just like it was when our boss would come into our cubicle Claire said… that he would come in and he would throw this group of letters on our desk and said those are the troubled ones y’all take care of it… it sounded just like that… man I can’t remember if I was dreaming or not I just remember going to the door and I look and I’m standing down my little convent down the long hall… and I look down and there’s this letter… she says I begin to pick it up and I shake so much I don’t even know what to do… I recognize the print… is see the s and the t and how Ani would make them… and then all of a sudden man I just started backing up… I mean I got nothing in my room but a little chair and a desk and a little bed to sleep… and I remember just plopping on the side of my bed… and then I began to read…
  4. Claire! Do not pray for me I am damned… I don’t tell you this out of friendship… I don’t love you anymore… truth of the matter is I wish you were in hell with me… all eternity… don’t be surprised that we think this way here… we are petrified evil… when we do something good… to write this letter… I do it with not good intentions… we acknowledge no good to no one… I wish that I’d never been born… I wish I could have annihilated myself… I am being tormented… my existence is like a piece of clothing reduced to ashes… the entire blame is on me… with deep unspeakable disgust… I write these words to you that I absolutely hate… prayer… Mass… Holy water… Church… I detest each and every one who goes to mass… everyone and everything… everything is a torment… every recollection of my life is like a burning flame… a bad movie… we do not eat…we do not sleep… we do not even walk with our own legs… we chained in terror what our life was life… we like how we gnash our teeth… we scream… are you listening Clare or have you already given up… we drink hatred like water… we hate one another… more then anything else we hate God… you know the people look upon him consistently lovingly… caringly… we know this… this infuriates us… the soul that hates him hates him eternally… it can never be rescinded… we don’t want it to be… that’s why we’re here… we never want it to end and so it doesn’t… I write this letter because I am compelled… I cannot lie to you as I would like to do… it goes against my will… do you know Claire I have to choke the insults to curse you out… as I even write this letter… yes he did show mercy to me… I guess he could have taken me home sooner… but then I would have had greater chastisements… the more you do the more you owe… he allowed me to die in that proverbial car wreck… I guess it was beneficial… I would be deeper in hell if not the case… we are not obliged to draw near to him… he remains in this distant place… it limits our torment to be in hell… you know what’s amazing… every step towards him is like stepping towards a fire… just like you would explain on earth… for the record I think receiving the Eucharist at the age of seven is detestable… we prefer twelve… that gives us a few more years to put mortal sin on your soul before you receive him… please that little white guy… you prayer to her… we are not permitted to say her name… she draws so many souls away from the devil… if it wouldn’t be for her… I’m furious that I have to even write this letter to you Claire… prayer is the easiest thing in the world to do… God has linked salvation… salvation the pearly gates… to a simple thing as prayer… by praying God gives you little bit by little bit… you could be drowned up to your chest… one prayer will get you where you need to be… we no longer receive grace here nor do we care to… you remember all the ups and downs in your life… well guess what… it stops on the day of your death… with death that inconsistent yes and no… the rising and falling it all stops… your state is unfixable… it is permanent… it is unalterable… listen Claire… you decided throughout your life how to act mechanically… so will many of your friends… in the last Tremors of your will… you will act like you did your entire life… so you lived your life… so will you die… you think you have time to change… you won’t… because you act on bad habits and poor discipline… it is second nature… that’s how it was for me… that’s how it will be for you… you know I never believed in the action of the devil… but boy do I know the power that he wields… few people are physically possessed… most of them are spiritual… he cannot possess your free will… you know I do hate the devil just so you know… I hate you too… fact of the matter is we hate each other… I do like him… him and his helpers… you know the ones that fell from the very beginning… they cause all the loss of the world… there are a myriad of demons… there are so many… they wander through the world like a swarm of bees and you have no sense of it… you do not see it… you do not feel it… you do not comprehend it… you do not look for it… temptation comes from them… not me… our torments increase every time someone falls into hell... every time somebody we want to be tempted falls we scream in agony even more… I used to not believe in the blessed sacrament… oh how I believe now… I remember once I told you Claire that priest… he’s so black and white… please… I must confess to you… God takes everything more seriously than the priest... I remember running to church that good for nothing priest praying that ungodly rosary… all that other foolishness… my donation to the church… fire insurance… I went to confession and communion because I had to as a formality… it's just a relic… a theory… conjecture… you remember that old depiction of hell… you got to cemeteries and you look around the church and books… you see souls in red and yellow fire with these long tail assistants… Claire listen to me… hell may be poorly drawn but it’s not exaggerated… I used to scoff at the fires of hell… I used to joke when I lit a match under your nose… smells like this Claire… you blew it out… but let me tell you… it never goes out here… you need to understand the good Lord meant it literally… depart from me you were cursed to everlasting fire... yeah I know what you’re thinking Claire… well how can it affect you… you don’t have a body… well then how is it on earth that a soul still suffers when one’s finger is in the fire… the soul doesn’t burn but the pain you endure… the reason you feel it is because you have a soul… It’s not the body it’s the soul… don’t try to comprehend it… your friends will see it soon enough… you know what our greatest torment is… is that we’ll never see God… and just so you know Claire we don’t suffer equally… you’re more malicious you’re more frivolous you’re more determined to sin… the deeper you go… the heavier the lost the greater you wait… oh and for you Catholics… you will suffer even more… because you’ve been given the graces… you’ve been given the sacraments… you had ways to get around it… to get through it… you know more… you will suffer more… the more malice the more suffering you deserve… you know on my last Sunday Claire my husband and I went for a ride… it was a clear morning… all off a sudden we came around a corner and these lights blinded us… he swerved off the road… the last thing I screamed was Jesus… not as a prayer… just as a scream… and then everything went black… Claire earlier that morning I heard it… tangibly… I heard someone say do you want to go to one more mass before the day started… no… I reacted as I reacted all along… habits and discipline… nothing changes on the day of our death… as a result I clearly said no more masses… I remember it was like I was in a theater… pitch black… the curtains opened… a light shined on my face… and I watched my entire life pass before me… including the proverbial no more masses… and then I heard the invisible judge speak… my soul felt like sulfurous shadow into hell… letters from beyond…
  5. My brothers and sisters in Christ… every one of those comments… is a quote from one of our saints… Augustine… St. John Christendom… St. Thomas Aquinas… truly a letter from hell… we live in a world… that we no longer afforded the option of what is coming… you know what holds for you and I… we have taken Christ out of the conference room… the classroom… the boardroom… we’ve taken him out of our homes and the house of congress… he’s been mitigated so much so I wonder how much he is even in our church… with that being said… scripture is clear… one out of four will fall on good Soil… twenty five precent… our world will not get better simply because… because we cannot find our knees… the only thing that matters… is your soul… and the soul of your children and your families…
  6. My friends in Christ I leave you with this… the day of our reckoning will come upon us sooner then we would like to believe… with that being said ask yourself… whenever that day comes… what would be better for you and I… to receive a letter… or to write one…

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