Dear friends,
As I wrote last month
(http://wordbelife.blogspot.it/2015/04/spiritual-food-1504.html),
I wanted to offer a personal experience but I did not find the time
to finish it last month. A few of the reasons that I would like to
offer this experience is to help us realize the situation we are
in today so as to open our eyes more regarding the very subtle
traps and the underhanded snares of our enemy.
I think most of you can
recall THE VISION OF POPE LEO XIII in 1884: …
To read the rest, all
together, visit:
“The Hidden Broad
Road to Perdition”
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An
Experience of Life:
When I was
one year old, my father left the house, leaving my mother pregnant
with her sixth child and with the other small children. Our situation
became critical: we had nothing to eat and we ended up with only the
essentials. Not having the money for the bills we cut off the lights
and then the gas. For years we lived using oil lamps and cooking with
the wood fire.
Meanwhile, my
father hooked up with another woman and had more children, but my
mother always taught us to recognize him as a father. When we saw
him, she told us: That one is your father; go to him and ask for his
blessing.
Up to
eighteen years old I sold things as a peddler. Often I hid when I saw
a friend because I was embarrassed. I also worked as a farmer and as
a bricklayer. Later I was called to work as a volunteer in the
Ministry of Justice, where being edified by my commitment, they gave
me a good work position.
One day a
friend of mine invited me to a meeting of a Movement to which he
belonged. I went there and I found out that Jesus had suffered and
experienced the abandonment on the Cross. This could give meaning to
my personal suffering and that of my family. I believed that
everything could make sense and that my pain made me more sensitive
to the sufferings of others: this discovery brought me closer to God.
Later I
managed to graduate in Arts. I had everything: studies, a safe and
permanent place, but - growing in my relationship with God - I felt
very strongly His call to give myself to him, to leave everything to
follow Him.
I can testify
that the most powerful experience of my life, which is now a
certainty, it is the experience that pain has led me and leads to a
personal encounter with God and a new love for my neighbor.
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Father
Joseph Dwight
P.s.
You might find very
interesting my very candid response to an invitation by Bruin
Christian Fellowship members to have a reunion during the summer of
2015. The members of this group of “BCFers” were together at UCLA
(LA, California) from about the years 1970 to 1974.
Visit:
“A Letter to Bruin
Christian Fellowship Members of 1971”
