Mutilation by failing to teach good ways, like growing a family and having dignity.
Mutilation by allowing evil ways to flourish and killing and destroying all of God's good ways.
Mutilation can come in many ways, it can destroy you before you can even think clearly and maturely or even be born.
The brain is said to fully develop late in the 20, so before that it may be under attack by others that want you to be destroyed before you can think or see the evil plan that you are under attack.
Jesus was under attack before he was born, King Herod ordered all the male children in Bethlehem under two to be killed.
So be aware and take care, pray and love, and choose life and God as you walk through this life.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
December is known for short days and snow,
and for frozen skies over oceans that billow,
in the midst of winter's winds fiercely howling:
God chose the coldest day for Christ's coming!
In some countries, Nativity scenes
are staged alive as in the town of Assisi,
don't skip the arrival of the Magi
riding those camels that bring three gifts!
No night is more festive than Christmas,
listen to kids caroling from door to door,
their love for Jesus is a delight to explore;
greet them with joy, pause your chores!
Everybody must remember that Jesus
was the Redeemer, the Lamb of sacrifice,
Herod hunted this child because of envy,
he wanted to be the king chosen by destiny!
December brings us two wonderful gifts:
one is snow, the other is pure grace;
the Shepherd seeks His stranded sheep,
who lost their way by a steep creek!
Herod had John the Baptist beheaded
But Herod did not know
Neither did Herodias his wife
He could not behead a man’s soul
Pilate washed his hands of Jesus
He had Jesus beaten then crucified
Pilate did not know
He could not crucify a man’s soul
The Leaders of Israel had His tomb’s entrance guarded with an immovable stone and soldiers but they did not know
That Jesus’ soul could not be held captive
Frank Black Blacharczyk
633.
Meditation on the 3rd Joyful Mystery:
The Birth of Jesus Christ
In the days of Herod, Jesus Christ was born
(In a manger forlorn)
Since there was no descent lodge available
(Our Lord was born in a stable)
This is the 3rd Joyful Mystery – The Birth of Jesus Christ
That solemn night, angels invited shepherds to come to the newborn baby
(Who will shepherd humanity)
And a bright star guided three wise men to the infant
(Kingly gifts unto Him they would grant)
The fruit of this mystery – Love of the Poor
Oh God who had made flesh the Word divine
(Our Savior oh so fine)
The God who became man, the man who became God
(Who shall rule all the nations with the iron rod)
As “The Birth of Jesus Christ” had shown “Love of the Poor”
Lord God, like in “The Birth of Jesus Christ”, we want to love the poor
(This is a way unto Thee for sure)
Like Jesus – the King who had lived in poverty
(But rules mankind for eternity)
Praise God! We realized “Love of the Poor” through the 3rd Joyful Mystery.
-04/03/2019
*Meditations on the Mysteries of the Holy Rosary
All innocent humans redeemed through Christ.' Who you have caused to die are now observing each throw of the dice, you
Won no power, with their deaths you caused..And stand in error..Oh fie on you all. For humanity stands despite the lies in
The now and eternity.' Under a loving Gods
Eyes.' Who gave you a stage.' To display all
You are.' Just as with herod ceaser and pharoah and lucifer that star.' They all revelled in their power.' And caused immense pain..For they percieved their
Special status would never wane.' So they
Built their treasuries..Yet outside of God reign.'
Which is allowed..' Yet is in sheols
reekless deeps its plain..God now
owes them no-thing.' And no thing exists of itself.' Watch
As for isreal temporal realm..That no more
Wrestles with God'
the world is turning, soon to
Be allowed to tear
Them down.) In the main.)
I hear and present the prayer of Sarah and Tobie,
Through any sorrow before Love,
They ask the same from my God,
He gives me the force,
I stop the demon,
Any evil may not touch the conception of this daughter,
The spring of paradise above,
Too in my wings of the doctor,
In Robin Hood's arrows,
Air interceptor against any seduction and falsehood,
microbes, and dwarfs,
Near knight Ivanhoe Precursor,
Raphael and Michael soldiers,
Virgins of virtues betrothed,
A Samaritan with vine and oil,
I stay like the priest, the Ark of Love in Glory,
Mary's apparition with cherubim Michael and Gabriel along,
She is this Daughter and Mother,
Sabbath alive of the nation of servants of the Lord,
Like Seraphim from the town of Sarov,
I'm on my knees, young men and boy,
And this outlaw in the right on the cross,
But by the time of my accomplished mission - say it to Herod,
To Asmodeus fox in this very sick world,
And Job again talks,
Continuing his lofty story,
With two cheeks only.
On one Holy Night
An Inn Keeper was experiencing a very thriving business
King Herod demonstrated his selfishness and his evilness
Joseph and Mary found no comfortable accommodations
On One Holy Night
The bright shinning star was obedient to God
The wisemen were focused and determined
The religious leaders knew the Scriptures
On One Holy Night
The angels were joyfully communicating God's message
to the world; And the shepherds were obedient and
convinced as they became carriers of good news
Following a star
They came from afar
They came to Jerusalem
And were sent to Bethlehem
They came with singleness of purpose
And never lost their focus
They came with treasure
But they came to worship
They disobeyed king Herod
But obeyed The Lord God
This Christmas, like the wise men,
May we worship The Christ
This Christmas, like the wise men,
May we open to Christ and give to
Him out of the treasure of our heart
Blood, sweat and tears
All in the name of eliminating my fears
Blood, sweat and tears
Just to find myself inside a Mercedes, getting an ego boost when I shift gears
Blood, sweat and tears
Creating a steel Armour in the form of riches
Ensuring the arrows of poverty don't pierce
It will be blood, sweat and tears till when?
My pains have outweighed my gains
What a heavy burden for my patience
They say blessings come as heavy rains
But it's been a dry season
As if an evil deity reigns
Hard to succeed, as if becoming the next king is forbidden like we living in a Herod type reign
But it's blood, sweat and tears till the gold appears
Destiny says I cannot endure my pain in vain
I know grace so I'll endure
On the days I fall short
Appreciation of the blessings I can count will be the cure
the ends justify the means
it is not in Machiavelli's The Prince
but it appears in Ovideo's Herod
Like a termite eating willow oak, Herod felt empty.
Fear of the threat of dethroning Brim-filed abundantly
Could a little lamb invade the den of a lewd lion?
Could a rod of reed face the force of a pole of iron?
Like a mad monkey, Herod scattered fragile eggs and nests.
Troopers cut kids to pieces, pulling them from mothers' breasts.
Weeping and wailing tore the veils of the night of Ramah.
Who could consent to be consoled by Covert’s crude drama?
Wanting to know you, the unknown hero, they were born
Before seeing their hero face-to-face soon they were gone.
Had they seen you, their friend, wouldn't they have reviled Herod?
Was this why the coward, like a wounded jackal, worried?
Little humans, destined for eternity, were slaughtered
Wasn't this why roots and routes of law to love got altered?
Puzzles filled the paths of the Magi. Each stone was a gem.
Every gleam and nurture of nature shone like Bethlehem.
Each ray of sun and drop of shower, they gladly explored.
Could they quench their thirst with anyone except their own lord?
Could Herod hide the spark of untruth in his tongue for long?
Despite himself, the good news of Jesus in him was strong.
Did he know that ending your life would end his life as well?
The Scriptures and sciences seemed to him like souls of hell.
The earth, air, water, fire, and sky merged with your physique.
Walking in Abba's ways was, for you, a secret unique.
From dust to dust, the soul of the cosmos is a sole whole.
You held to human ways while following the Father's goal.
The heavens and the earth met under a distinct ceiling.
The rich and poor, Jews and gentiles, merged into your being.
Antipas was one of many heirs of Herod the Great
Morally and civilly, he had fallen from his state.
His kingdom, a collapsed castle, he couldn't reinstate.
Sinning with brother's wife, shamelessness had become his fate.
Like raindrops on a bison, did John's censures sadden him?
Like venom, the wrath of Herodias filled her to brim.
The extant of Baptist, she thought, like a twig she should trim
Didn't she, as a queen, have the right to amuse her whim?
By the fame of Jesus as though life-threat, Herod baffled.
His human and animal instincts between them battled.
Curiousness and qualm, like flatware, within him rattled
Has John resurrected? Physique and Psyche fell fear-grappled
Does the sun fear the darkness? Jesus fulfilled his mission.
To build his realm of love, did he need Herod's permission?
That time when Jesus walked among men
has long passed, only faint images remain;
and the curious crowds followed Him everywhere:
they heard a wisdom from the mouth of dare!
Herod was a savage: the king of Jerusalem;
too jealous he was of the humble Messiah
who taught miserable men the beautiful truth:
the holiest man that ever lived was Abraham!
Christ paved the smooth way of righteousness,
He embraced all leaving not a soul to wonder;
they listened and felt divine love in plain words...
the Pharasies gnashed their teeth showing fear!
Walking barefoot on spikey stones made Christ bleed accasionlly,
they weren't kind to the Savior who dragged the heavy cross;
the red blood dripping from His crown was mixed with tears....
He fell three tim, then Simon carried His cross to brutal Calvary!
.
Az Salome's dance
front
Herod
she
With hern mitts up
sinuous
with seductive
Hern firm
Petitioned
mine
I breathed in
Deep
Shook
then
bid her
shalom
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