Dear Aussie Mum, I was able to offer Mass for you again. We’re all asking Sister Lucia to intercede for a miracle on your behalf. While we are doing that, it came to mind recently that perhaps I might ask a favor of you should you perhaps get called to heaven by Jesus before I am.
And while many have told me that saying such things is terribly presumptuous, I think we must indulge in the hope that we have been provided. Indeed, I’m convinced that it would be a sin not to have hope. As Saint Paul asks, If the Lord is for us, who can be against us?
The cowardly, say, Karl Marx, thought that such hope is the opiate of society, but I find, instead, that the hopeless do nothing except to kill as many as they can, Stalin, Mao, Pol Pot, Hitler, Sanger, so dark, so violent…
Hope, instead, sets us on fire to do what we can also here upon earth, in the midst of our sufferings, by way of our union with dearest Jesus, Divine Son of the Immaculate Conception. And with Saint Paul we desire both to stay here for the sake of the brethren, or to be with Christ and intercede from heaven all the more. Being with the Creator of the Universe, with Love, is no opiate. It is Life and Truth. Jesus is the only Way.
Having said all that… Aussie Mum… I would like to ask a favor of you, a favor which I’ve asked countless souls, capitalizing on my being a priest, giving Last Rites to so very many. My asking of such a favor has assisted so very many, very close to death, to laugh, and joyfully give up resisting making a good Confession, so as to then receive the Last Rites, so as then to receive Jesus in the Most Blessed Sacrament, and, as I would say to them, so as to be given as a gift of Jesus to our Heavenly Father, soon, very soon.
- Might you, please, Aussie Mum, upon entering the pearly gates, raucously welcomed into the everlasting habitations, as Jesus says, by all those for whom we’ve prayed to get them to heaven, to get them out of purgatory… Might you, please, Aussie Mum, after you’ve thanked Jesus humbly, saying that you only ever did what you had to do, and after you’ve interceded for family and friends so that they might be on their way to heaven, might you add one more intercession for me? Please, tell Jesus that there’s a donkey-priest down upon earth who desperately needs His special help. He will say that all priests worthy of being called His priests are donkey-priests, guarding His Little Flock. He will ask which one in particular. Then, please, begin to explain that there’s a troublemaker in the mountains, who… and as you do, all those there to greet you and bring you before Jesus will laugh, with Jesus, to your bewilderment. Jesus will then explain that I’ve sent so very many to Him with instructions to say the same thing!
Should it work the other way, whereby I die first… while I’m aiming for heaven and to go there straightaway, as Jesus is so merciful, methinks that nevertheless I will be in purgatory until the end of the world, unless someone, again, ask Jesus about a certain donkey-priest who may well be in purgatory, likely until the end of the world, who needs His special help… and I will be most grateful for this, praying for you and yours to be on your way to heaven.
ARISE! LET US BE GOING! 