MKR Prodigal Daughter Christian Perspectives from a Prodigal

Category: Christian

  • The Lord’s Supper

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    When I was eighteen years old, I fell asleep one summer morning on the couch and I had a dream. I dreamt about shredded wheat cereal, not the mini squares of the cereal, but the big rectangular kind. In my dream hands appeared and the hands broke up the rectangle of wheat cereal and when it was falling into the bowl it turned into broken pieces of fingers. It was one of the strangest dreams I have ever had. After I woke up the dream reminded me of communion at church when the priest breaks the communion wafer into pieces during the mass. The Catholic church teaches that the bread and wine used in communion is the body and blood of Jesus Christ. The priest asks God the Father to bless the wine and bread and transform it into the real presence of Jesus Christ body and blood by sending the power of the Holy Spirit. And my dream confirmed to me that it is true.

  • I Owe Mary An Apology Again….

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    In the past I have written about how I didn’t think the Catholic church was teaching the truth. I was adamant that people should not be asking Mary, the mother of Jesus Christ or the saints to pray for them.

    There is a lot of misguided teaching out there in You Tube land about Mary and the Catholic church. I have gravitated towards those sermons in the past.

    Some people say and write things are against the catholic church and Mary with their words on social media platforms and in sermons. They cause division and I used to be one of those people. We don’t need any more division in the church. There is enough division in the world.

    So today I am apologizing publicly to the Catholic church, Mary the mother of Jesus and all the saints.

    I pray God protects me from false teachings from now on and that He gives me a firm foundation in the truth.

  • Why I Started This Blog

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    A couple of years ago I had a dream. In my dream I was sent an invitation. The invitation reminded me of a very colorful wedding invitation. It had multicolored flowers on it with gold trim. The words on it said, “You are invited to be a maid’ and signed from God. It was an invitation to work for God. The invitation also said I would have Sundays for a day off.

    When I woke up, I was so amazed by my dream. The invitation looked expensive and very pretty. In all my life, I have never seen such a beautiful invitation. It makes sense though because God is my treasure. I long for His peace and presence in my life, and when I don’t feel it, God feels far away.

    I was depressed before the dream because I don’t work anymore and felt like I had no purpose because of it. I felt like I wasn’t having any positive effect on anyone because I rarely drive anymore or go places because of anxiety and chronic pain. I didn’t used to be quite this anxious until I got hurt during the pandemic. I couldn’t drive for six months because of pain I was feeling. During that time, I had a protestant Christian counselor that didn’t help me at all. In fact, I think he did more harm than good. But writing is therapeutic for me, and I feel better after I write down my feelings. It is a way I can heal my soul and mind from the damage that counselor did.

    I decided to write a blog as my way of serving God and share God’s love. All of my poetry is about God. Thanks for reading.

    MKR

  • Tragedy Strikes

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    When I was 21 years old my brother committed suicide, because the girl he had asked to marry him turned him down. There wasn’t much warning when he did it. There was about a week he was really suicidal and my parents didn’t tell me what was going on until the day before it happened. I wish they would have told me sooner maybe I could have talked to him. We were not getting along well then, so I didn’t say anything. But one thing I did do was pray.

    I had a feeling he was going to do something he was going to take his life, so I prayed and prayed and prayed. I prayed every prayer I could find in my grandma’s New Marian Missal which was an old Catholic daily mass book from the 1950s. I prayed all day and all night until 11 p.m. then I went to bed. I wasn’t praying that he wouldn’t take his life, I prayed for his soul. I feel guilty because I should have prayed that he wouldn’t take his life.

    That night in the middle of the night I awoke to Jesus speaking to me. He said to me, “I prayed your brother would be filled with the Holy Spirit.” After hearing that I knew my brother was dead and he was in heaven.

    The next morning when the policeman came to the door, I knew why he was there. My parents were so upset, but I didn’t cry. I knew my brother was in heaven because when Jesus prays, He gets what He wants. And people filled with the Holy Spirit go to heaven.

    I don’t know what my brothers last words to God were, but I think he might have asked to be forgiven and that is all it takes. God is very merciful, and He forgives when you ask. Ask Him. He can change your life if you reach out to Him. Jesus loves you so much He willingly sacrificed himself. He didn’t run away from what he knew was going to happen to him. He died for you and me so we can be right with God. Talk to Jesus. He is waiting to hear from you.

  • When I Think of You (A Poem)

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    When I think of You
    I see a gentleness
    a peacefulness
    quiet kind of strength

    I see the King of kings
    a roaring lion
    Lord of all creation
    Blessing from above

    I see love in You
    whether Your eyes
    be Green or Blue
    it is love I see in you

    When I think of you
    I see myself as a child
    someone frail and small
    and You standing strong and tall.

  • The Baggage of Sin (a poem)

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    I don't deserve Him,
    with the sins I carry,
    When I feel hate and anger, 
    I hate the way I feel.
    It's a sin, and when I feel hate,
    to Jesus I must appeal,
    to be forgiven from the same old sins.
    Why can't I change?
    I ask myself over,
    and over again.
    Jesus said hate,
    is just like murder
    how will I ever make it, 
    to myself I wonder.
    So much hate, 
    such a senseless war.
    So many injustices
    in this cruel, cruel world.
    All the cruelty and insults,
    will they ever end?
    This isn't God's will,
    this isn't God's plan.



  • His Presence (a poem)

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    He radiates power,
    And when His presence enters a room,
    worry is something you just can't do.
    His presence brings peace,
    His presence brings love,
    His presence is tranquility.
    I want to feel His presence again,
    it's better than seeing a long, lost friend.
    When I feel His presence,
    I just want to praise.
    He is power,
    He is love,
    He is peace.
    That is my God,
    That is my Savior,
    That is my Prince of Peace.




  • Happy Easter! He is Risen!

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    Today is the most important day besides the birth of Jesus in Christianity. It is the day Jesus came back from the dead. He was resurrected and walked out of his grave and conquered death. By believing in Jesus, we no longer have to fear death. The devil is the author of death, and he is defeated by Jesus, because Jesus crushed the devil’s head the moment he was resurrected. The enemy’s time is limited and so is his power. He isn’t omnipresent like God. He can’t be everywhere at once. The name of Jesus Christ conquers evil. He is powerful. He created us and He loves each and every one of us, and even when we mess up, He still forgives us.

  • It’s Good Friday

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    While I was young and going to the Catholic church with my parents I dreaded going to the Good Friday service. I hated saying “Crucify him! Crucify Him!” with the congregation during the service because I felt bad saying it and didn’t like the fact that Jesus was crucified. I also was not a fan of standing in line, and then when it was my turn, kissing the feet of Jesus on a crucifix attached to a pole. Thinking back, I wonder how many people got sick after going to Good Friday mass. After people would kiss the crucifix, the priest would wipe feet of Jesus with a cloth. It definitely wasn’t sanitary, but that was a long time ago. They no longer kiss the feet of Jesus on the cross.

    I understand now why Jesus had to die, and I appreciate Good Friday and the sacrifice Jesus made. He willingly died for each and every one of us so we can have a relationship with God the Father. He resurrected from the dead and is alive today.

  • It isn’t just Catholic’s who pray to saints

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    It isn’t only the Catholic church that prays to saints. The Greek Orthodox church, Coptic Chistian church in Egypt, the Syrian Christian Church, Armenian church and the Ethiopian church pray to the saints. All those churches believe that saints in heaven can pray for them. which is asking for saints to pray for them and praying with them

    Martin Luther had prayed to the saints but then changed his mind. John Calvin who started the Calvinism movement was against praying to saints. He believed in predestination which I do NOT believe in. I don’t believe God predestines some people to go to heaven and some people to go to hell. If that is the case, how do you explain free will. God wants all His children to go to heaven, and He gives all of us that chance.

    Some modern mainstream Evangelical protestant churches talk about how the Catholic Church is leading people astray. And they say that praying to the dead is a sin. The reason why they think Catholics and other denominations are sinning is because King Saul consulted a witch and asked her to contact the dead to know the future. And that is NOT what Catholic’s or any other denominations that aren’t protestant who ask saints to pray for them are doing.