Our daily bread
I must continue to ask for prayers for this your blogger and those who help me in this endeavor. The last two weeks have been quite tough but a strange mix of blessings and gratuitous, petty attacks made me think. Nothing happens to us that is not permitted by God for our own good. So, the losses I must write off to that mysterious motive. Our Lord knows best. Sometimes we are irked by the Cross and forget that we are united to Christ by the sufferings the world inflicts on us.
I am sorry to be so indirect. I am restricted by prudence to comment on the goings-on of this battle. But I can ask for prayers and —for those who have the means— I ask for donations to help my cause. God will provide. He always does and He will not be outdone in generosity. I am a living witness to that. The value of the US dollar remains rather flat in this neck of the woods. My income has been reduced to about 20% of what it used to be due to the unfavorable exchange rate required by the systemic reconstruction this country is attempting. Should this overvaluation of the peso continue unabated, I may have to consider a move to a more favorable place. However, I trust the values will reach a healthy equilibrium soon.
Should you be able and willing to help, please click here. The next week or two are crucial. There is no need for recurring donations. Please keep it a one time sum.
St. Michael’s Prayer – Coincidences
Some of you may remember the old post I am Michael, I am up front. There I wrote about one of those suspicious coincidences that appear to be miraculous. It looks that St. Michael repeated the trick earlier today. I wrote a quick email to a friend in Spain explaining why I needed him to pray for my intentions. He is a prayer warrior and I knew I could count on him. I am gathering the big swords, so to speak.
After a few minutes I got his response.
“And I was just finishing my prayer to Saint Michael when I received your message on my cell phone… I saw the subject line you wrote ‘Prayers’ and I said to myself, ‘I don’t know what my brother Carlos, Lord, wants to tell me… but whatever it is, my God, I place his needs and his problems in your hands…’ and then when I got off the phone, I found out about the situation when I read your email.” — JLS.
Which is very similar to what happened to me years ago:
“The following Sunday I was quite worried about certain events that had taken place during the week. It was about 6 p.m. when I decided to pray St. Michael’s Chaplet. I did and asked for St. Michael’s protection and guidance. When I finished my prayer and said “amen” my phone beeped with a sound that I have never heard before. I looked at it and there was a “truncated voice mail” waiting in cue. I heard it and it said: “This is Michael, I am up front.” It was the voice of my friend Michael, of course. The voicemail had been bouncing in cyberspace since Tuesday morning. It arrived Sunday exactly at the moment when I finished St. Michael’s chaplet. ” — CCR
The incident at Barceloneta
I don’t know what do you think about this but for me, it was not just a meaningful coincidence. It was a wink from St. Michael himself. Additionally, I remembered how once that particular friend and I got lost in Barceloneta, the ancient quarter of Barcelona that can be rather difficult to navigate for tourists. I mentally prayed to St. Michael for both protection and to find the way out of that maze. Soon we were walking towards an intersection that looked promising. As soon as we arrived at the intersection we could see the coastal road and the sea. We knew what to do from there but … as we turned around we could see we were smack in front of a medieval church dedicated to the Archangel St. Michael (San Miguel del Puerto) A shiver went up my spine. I felt the presence of St. Michael that hour.
The coincidences and that memory of a distant vacation in Spain put my mind at ease. St. Michael is on it. No need to fret.
Quod scripsi, scripsi 