Cathy tells us an experience she has had about healing, but first, a one minute sermon. . . . enjoy friends.
A ONE MINUTE SERMON.
Each morning we awaken to an untouched new day,
Hoping the sun drives those dark clouds away,
And pray that this day will be one of our best,
A day to remember, and a day truly blessed.
We count all our blessings as each day goes through,
Both happy and contented in the things that we do,
And we try to give out to people we meet,
Perhaps a nod or good morning, as we pass in the street,
And when things are not well we just stand up and fight,
For we know in the end, things will turn out alright,
We try to be cheerful when the outlook looks black,
And have faith that the good things in life will come back,
Our lives are packed full of ups and downs,
Sometimes it's smiles and then, some times it's frowns,
And those problems at times, we don't quite comprehend,
They will come to us all, but they will go in the end.
The complexities in life we all soon learn to face,
We have moments of weakness, which is not a disgrace,
So in time we get stronger in our fight to survive,
And we give thanks to God for being alive.
Love and Light Always.
Cathy.
MY SPIRITUAL PATHWAY. By Cathy
Some time after I started visiting the Spiritualist Church and becoming a member, I became a different person in many ways, and for the better I hasten to add, the simple reason was that I was seeing myself in a different light .In this life we all have faults and failings although most of us don’t see them, more to the point we don’t want to, after all we are only human. By becoming involved and being part of an awareness group and also sitting in a development circle I began to see myself in a very different light, for example, I began to be aware that I could be, and was on many occasions a very impatient person and was most certainly in no way like my mother, who had the patience of a saint, considering the fact that she had a big family too. By becoming more and more aware of this, I made up my mind that I was going to change, well at least, I was going to try and as a person who always said my prayers anyway, I decided to ask for a little help so I added that to my prayers and I prayed for “patience” knowing in my heart that I could never achieve the gift of patience that my mother had all of her life, but in all fairness, and becoming more aware of it, I did begin to notice a change in myself. Meditation was certainly helping me with the inner peace that I was experiencing, but a very strange thing happened to me one day and was to remain with me all of that particular day. What happened to me that day, was like a voice in my head saying “Patience Strong” and it repeated itself over and over again all of that day and I just knew in my heart that it was a lady’s name. I just hadn’t a clue if this was a person or if she even existed. I remember asking one or two people in a sort of casual way if they had ever heard of someone with that name and like myself, they hadn’t. I then decided to ask my daughter-in-law, straight away she told me that Patience Strong was a lady who wrote poems and her verses were on Christmas cards, calendars and so on and that she wrote books all containing very spiritual verses. How very, very interesting I began to think Now the strange thing was that at that particular time and sitting in a development circle I was writing more than I usually did, even although that I liked to write, poetry had never entered my head before, and although writing had featured so much in my father’s life also, it was more in the form of writing letters, which he did on many occasions for others when the need arose and the strange thing was that although my father had passed on to spirit such a long time ago I always carried his pen with me as it had been very special to him and was always now very special to me. I was now finding that I was writing more than usual and being drawn to the pen and had began to write philosophy and it was all coming to me in beautiful verse , and when I was telling my group leader what was happening she said that probably this was the way that spirit would be using me as I had offered myself in service to the divine spirit Father /Mother God and trying hard to being a more spiritual person, as well as being a spiritualist so that I could help those who were less fortunate than myself. I found it all very strange but pretty wonderful, but always having to be reminded at the same time and on numerous occasions that ‘patience’ was a gift and was something that we all had to practice and it is something that is not easy for many individuals to do, especially for those who are sceptical or those who doubt easily We all possess scepticism and doubt to a certain degree, after all we are only human in a very material world.
I remember vividly at home one evening being compelled to write, and found myself writing the above, still thinking about the lady with the name of Patience Strong still wondering and asking myself Who is she? And why did I get her name on that particular day and why had it remained with me so. This is what followed when I started to write.
Some time after I started visiting the Spiritualist Church and becoming a member, I became a different person in many ways, and for the better I hasten to add, the simple reason was that I was seeing myself in a different light .In this life we all have faults and failings although most of us don’t see them, more to the point we don’t want to, after all we are only human. By becoming involved and being part of an awareness group and also sitting in a development circle I began to see myself in a very different light, for example, I began to be aware that I could be, and was on many occasions a very impatient person and was most certainly in no way like my mother, who had the patience of a saint, considering the fact that she had a big family too. By becoming more and more aware of this, I made up my mind that I was going to change, well at least, I was going to try and as a person who always said my prayers anyway, I decided to ask for a little help so I added that to my prayers and I prayed for “patience” knowing in my heart that I could never achieve the gift of patience that my mother had all of her life, but in all fairness, and becoming more aware of it, I did begin to notice a change in myself. Meditation was certainly helping me with the inner peace that I was experiencing, but a very strange thing happened to me one day and was to remain with me all of that particular day. What happened to me that day, was like a voice in my head saying “Patience Strong” and it repeated itself over and over again all of that day and I just knew in my heart that it was a lady’s name. I just hadn’t a clue if this was a person or if she even existed. I remember asking one or two people in a sort of casual way if they had ever heard of someone with that name and like myself, they hadn’t. I then decided to ask my daughter-in-law, straight away she told me that Patience Strong was a lady who wrote poems and her verses were on Christmas cards, calendars and so on and that she wrote books all containing very spiritual verses. How very, very interesting I began to think Now the strange thing was that at that particular time and sitting in a development circle I was writing more than I usually did, even although that I liked to write, poetry had never entered my head before, and although writing had featured so much in my father’s life also, it was more in the form of writing letters, which he did on many occasions for others when the need arose and the strange thing was that although my father had passed on to spirit such a long time ago I always carried his pen with me as it had been very special to him and was always now very special to me. I was now finding that I was writing more than usual and being drawn to the pen and had began to write philosophy and it was all coming to me in beautiful verse , and when I was telling my group leader what was happening she said that probably this was the way that spirit would be using me as I had offered myself in service to the divine spirit Father /Mother God and trying hard to being a more spiritual person, as well as being a spiritualist so that I could help those who were less fortunate than myself. I found it all very strange but pretty wonderful, but always having to be reminded at the same time and on numerous occasions that ‘patience’ was a gift and was something that we all had to practice and it is something that is not easy for many individuals to do, especially for those who are sceptical or those who doubt easily We all possess scepticism and doubt to a certain degree, after all we are only human in a very material world.
I remember vividly at home one evening being compelled to write, and found myself writing the above, still thinking about the lady with the name of Patience Strong still wondering and asking myself Who is she? And why did I get her name on that particular day and why had it remained with me so. This is what followed when I started to write.
