LETTING JESUS HEAL US Homily the Weekday Word
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LETTING JESUS HEAL US Homily the Weekday Word

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THE LETTER TO THE HEBREWS REMINDS US OF OUR ANCESTORS IN THE DESSERT WHO GRUMBLED AGAINST GOD, NOT ALLOWING GOD TO HEAL THEM. MARK’S GOSPEL SHOWS JESUS HEALING, AT THE REQUEST OF THE LEPER. DO WE ALLOW JESUS TO HEAL US? 

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  1. https://static.xx.fbcdn.net/rsrc.php/v3/yw/r/8iuTX4LlGZO.png Author
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    Dear Father Lou, Happy New Year! I hope you and your family are well. I just listen to today’s Homily “Letting Jesus heal us”. It was perfect for the situation I am facing. Hi Please keep my brother in your prayers for him to allow God to heal him. I needed to hear today’s Homily because it’s helping cope and I am allowing our Jesus Christ heal me as well.
    With Gratitude,
    I.

  2. I can’t tell you how much I enjoy your homilies and good words. thank you so much for being there for us. May God bless you.

  3. The Miracle that got me through Covid 19
    I was struggling with a very bad cold and heavy coughing in early January 2021. I had no fevers, no loss of taste or smell, no fatigue so I thought it was just a bad cold. I was taking over the counter medications. A few days later, my son and granddaughter who live with us tested positive for Covid 19, my wife and went the next day on Jan 6th for the test and came up positive too.
    On Thursday, my coughing got so bad that my wife called the Dr who advised me to go to the hospital to get checked for pneumonia on top of the Covid. She said that I could only get the medicine that I really needed as an inpatient. I was terrified to go to the hospital so I went to bed. When I woke up on Friday and decided that I would go to the hospital. I had to go or I might die, and I was afraid to go because I might die alone in the hospital.
    Friday was a very bad day. The Drs put me on Remdesivir, blood thinners, oxygen, Prednisone, cough medicine and Tylenol for the headaches. I went back and forth between extreme chills where my whole body shook and drenching sweats where the nurses had to put a pad under my sheets so I wouldn’t ruin the mattress.
    Saturday morning was a challenge trying to draw my blood because my veins were so thin. It didn’t seem like there was any improvement. I couldn’t talk without gasping for air between each word, and my voice was at a strange low whisper. My mind was in a terrible state of fear. Depression set in during the day and my emotions were going downhill fast. I really felt like I was going to die alone. No one was allowed to visit me. I couldn’t even see a priest because they were not allowed on the Covid floor.
    I started to pray for my wife because she lost her previous husband to a heart attack about 25 years ago. I didn’t want her to go through that again. I prayed for my daughter who lost her oldest son in 2017. I didn’t want any more losses and suffering in her life. Please God help them to be strong.
    I was so very lonely. All I could think of was “Lord let your will be done and I will accept whatever it is” The words of simple prayer set my miracle into motion.
    It was Saturday evening. The light from the parking lot was shining a low light onto the back of the door in my room. I saw a shadow through the end of my bed. It was about 18 inches tall. It looked like someone in a robe with a hood. I kept staring at it. I wiggled my toes to see if it moved or changed, but it didn’t. I knew then that it was either Jesus or Mary. I knew then that I was not alone. If I lived or died that night, I wasn’t doing it alone. I suddenly felt peace come into me. I slept peacefully all night and woke up on Sunday morning to discover that my “vision” was a wood grain pattern on the door.
    That did not matter to me and I did not think that I was crazy either. I know and felt that what I saw was real.
    From Sunday morning on, everything started to get better especially my attitude and my emotions. I knew that I was going to beat this virus and fully recover from the pneumonia. There were still some ups and downs and disappointments with my treatments and when I could go home, but I was ok with all of that because I was where I needed to be and I knew that I was not alone.
    I want to thank all the wonderful professionals at St Joseph’s Hospital in Wayne, NJ and all my family and friends and their prayer groups for all the thoughts and prayers, the Mass intentions, the Mass cards. They do work miracles. I am living proof of that.
    It is now 10 days since I went into the hospital and I feel so much better. I am positive that I will make a full recovery because I am not alone and I was never alone in the hospital either.
    Bill Meyers

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