It is very, very peaceful. I have erected my little altar to Our Lady with candles, Our Lady of Perpetual Succour
I came back from Mass this morning and the lady in the next camper came up to my pickup. There had been strong winds and she had pushed my dogs food bucket under the camper for safety , she had also caught two clothes bag away which were blown away by the wind. Such kindness fro m a stranger. Later she came to warn me a big storm and that she and her husband had moved down behind the slope. I took the hint and thanking her profusely have moved down wind . Who needs Guardian Angels with a lady like this? Very touching; a complete stranger. Thankfully I was able to tell her husband were a good nearby hardware store was So I paid backwards little. I can hearcthe winds growing, thank God for that good woman.
Thank you so much . Some of then decided to stay up the hill, despite the warnings from the BBC. I notice though another camper came down to join us Perhaps when the storm really starts the remaining ones will come down.
Wind is so scary. If you have holy water or blessed salt, use it. Just pray calmly knowing that Jesus is asleep in the boat. I’ll be praying.
Well following the Star into the Winter Forest! Away camping until nest Friday. Praying for you all. So Happy!!
Dark and cold in the Forest , I thought I would be the only one here, but no, five other campers in the depths of Winter. The virus changed things, people are camping like crazy now .
That's exactly what has happened here in the western US as well padraig. I can hardly get a reservation to our family campgrounds anymore without booking them 6 months in advance.
I am blessed here Don. I pay a set fee per year to the Forest Parks then for the rest of the year can do Wild Camping in any of ten Forest Parks . Most often this can mean being totally alone on the camp and even pretty alone in the forest itself. However even wild camping has become popular Still five or six is not bad In the remote forests I still expect to find no one
I was thinking of the Luminous Mystery, The Institution of the Eucharist, last night. When Jesus proclaimed it nearly everyone went away scandalised. It seems to me the same thing is happening today. It requires great, great Faith to believe in the Real Presence and most Catholics simply no longer have this. Part of this I think is a result of bad Liturgy. I do think Communion on the tongue, kneeling, given by the priest himself with altar rails is better
It is a huge, huge grace to believe in the Eucharist. But it is an even greater one to have a constant hunger for it.
Judas did not believe in the real presence. That tells us something about the present situation in the church.
I wandering into a tiny, beautiful little Catholic Church in the middle of nowhere on Sunday morning , packed with country folk. Not only a priest but the Deacon who takes care of them was there . A little music group, guitar, harp, oboe and singers Many families. Such a lovely mass. These people have often spent a fortune on their little Churches and the artwork a sign of their love. An unusual statue of Our Lady dressed in violet I have never seen this before . They love their graveyards Beautifully kept people often there praying for souls Great only sadness, no teenagers But it made me so happy and proud to be Catholic There may be bad things but there are zo many good things too
I saw the strangest thing in Church this morning before Mass. I got there early and they were praying the Rosary before Mass, a wonderful Tradition They were saying the Sorrowful Mysteries I was following along by looking at the Stations of the Cross At the part were Jesus Carrie's His Cross I looked at the Station were Jesus Fell Rhe figures showed three men dragging Xhrist to His feet . In all the Stations the men looked like brutal thugs But one man looked like an angel, so young and beautiful The artist must have done this deliberately; but why? Someone evil but looking like an angel? I took it as an omen fir out times . When evil can often come up in us with the face of an angel.
