Tuesday, October 31, 2017

There is hope

Today, we need reminders of hope. We live in a depressed world, a material world, a world dominated by the devil.
But, we still hope, thanks to our closest friend and Brother, Jesus. Not, because He died, but because He rose from that death to a new life for us. A deed beyond all good deeds he did to save us. There is hope that we can make it to that same resurrected life, just by living a life of compiling our own good deeds, storing our treasures in heaven. There is hope beyond the walls of this world.
St. Peter emphasizes that hope, that eternal inheritance, that bliss, that joy for those who are serious about their journey on this earth.
St. Paul tells it so well, when he says “To offer our bodies as a living sacrifice, holy and pleasing to God”. That is being serious, because it means living this small speck of space on our eternal time line completely with God in mind, loving our neighbor and dying to our self.
Today reflect on our Savior, reflect on our life. Reflect so much where we have been, but most importantly, with hope as to what lies ahead. Yes, with that hope steering our ship with the help of Jesus, the co-pilot of our live.
I like to think that when we die we are brought to a suspended room tilted to one side.  And, on the closed door of that room is our name. Together, with Jesus, our door is opened and inside we see all of our deeds that we’ve compiled on our earthly journey, the good on one side and the bad on the other.
Yes, Love and happiness is on one side and the rodents are on the opposite, with the room tilted towards which side holds the most. And as we enter into that room, we have already judged ourselves and remain eternally on the tilted side. Even with purgatory there is eternal hope of love.
Each day begins a new leg of our journey. May each day inspire you through hope, to tilt your eternal room with your good deeds.

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