Crucifix at Sacred Heart Church, Hebron, NE.
about 2.5 hours west and south of Omaha.
My friend, Paula, and I went there yesterday. It was a spontaneous desire for a mini pilgrimage. Neither of us had been to this church before, but I've been reading many books where "Hebron" has "popped up."
This is kind of curious, too, that I was in Mr. Horab in Wisconsin last April, for a Life in the Spirit Seminar evening. Rich and I then happened to wind up in Tabor S.D. last Oct. and now Hebron. I've found out in recent reading that Hebron was where St. Elizabeth lived, when Mary went to visit her. What does it all mean? I've no clue...yet. With a penchant for history, (even moreso as a Catholic) I would like to know how these little towns and small cities decided on the community's name. Curious.
Anyway, when Paula and I arrived, the entry was so dark, we held open the large outter doors to peruse what was posted on the bulletin board. Of course MANY seminarians were to be seen (Lincoln NE diocese after all) and so when we closed the outter door and opened the door to the sanctuary, this is what we saw. It took our breath away. I have never seen a crucifix like this one. We made a visit for about 45 minutes, praying for our nation, and our own private intentions. Graces have come from this little pilgrimage.
My heart is burning to BE with Jesus. But my flesh is weak. I tarry at home, or go off to do other things, when He whispers "Come, come to me, come now and visit me." But I do believe yesterday, when I heard that whisper, "come" I could have done nothing else. I'd have possibly gone by myself, but I was glad to have my friend with me. I think she needed this time with Him there, too. In preparation for this TIME...this week, this inauguration of a man we really know so little about, that will affect generations to come, and whom at this point, seems to be against choosing FOR Life. (FOCA)
Jesus calls us to carry our cross daily, to be crucified with Him, and then, one day, to rise in glorious raiment. For our sins, he suffered and died. How can we think we won't ever have to suffer? How can we think America, the "land of the free" (NOT "Freedom of Choice!") Home of the Brave, (not cowards of appeasement with the enemy of our souls) that we will endure, if we believe we don't have to suffer? They hated Jesus. They will hate us, too. Are we prepared to 'hang on the cross' with Jesus? I need DAILY conversion. I pray to grow in holiness where faith and hope and love will be victorious and the fear and anxiety will decrease and be snuffed out. I pray to be always aware of even how damaging venial sins are.
I don't know about you, but I'm "not OK." I need a Savior! I AM a sinner who longs
to become at least a "little" 's' saint.