Whispers from the Holy Spirit

    I don’t usually talk bout The Lord where I live because people have pointedly asked me to stop.   Coupled with John 6:44 where Jesus says:   "No one can come to Me unless the Father who sent Me draws him; and I will raise him up at the last day."   It’s God’s responsibility to initiate witnessing.   Until then, it’s none of my business.   If God does draw someone, I keep copies of my Salvation Statement posted on my door to get them started.   My friend told me that since she has been living here, one group of people has been giving her a bad time about being a Catholic.   I called and suggested we read through the Gospel together, study and take notes so that she would have firm ground to stand on when confronted.   She said “No” and I said “OK” and we hung up.   Today I see that she has blocked my calls and texts.   Darn.

  The most important thing in your life is not what you do; it’s who you become. That’s what you will take into eternity. ” —  Dallas Willard

I have a friend with whom I have a strange relationship.   She has literally said that she wants to be saved and has read my salvation sheet for just that purpose.   Twice through.   I think she was expecting an emotional, almost psychedelic response which she didn’t get.   Circumstance one. Circumstance two.   I equally love and hate who I am when I am with her.   I am totally honest.   Unfortunately, this includes speaking out non-tactfully about other residents.   Probably gossiping, one of the seven things God calls an abomination.   She has spoken out about this publically.   I give way to my old nature when I am with her and she has called me on it--s hamed me.   Shame on me.   On the other hand, God has been softening me, probably through the physical problems I have been having.   A double dose of “I’m not sure what.” I’m so grateful for Metro Mobility to get me around now that my right leg is virtually usele...