Medjugorje this morning, October 29, 2007. Seasons speak to us, especially when we do as Our Lady has told us to do.

 August 25, 1999
 

“Dear children! Also today I call you to give glory to God the Creator in the colors of nature. He speaks to you also through the smallest flower about His beauty and the depth of love with which He has created you. Little children, may prayer flow from your hearts like fresh water from a spring. May the wheat fields speak to you about the mercy of God towards every creature. That is why, renew prayer of thanksgiving for everything He gives you. Thank you for having responded to my call.”

The leaves of 2007 in the Medjugorje vineyards burn with colors as they enter the finest hour just before death. They decompose to help the growth for the next season. The martyrs burn and shine in their finest hour at death. They were the seeds for conversion and the church grew. Those who enter into hell no longer have purpose. The hatred and torment by the fallen angels towards their existence in hell is of such an intensity that we cannot grasp it, even with the greatest of an imagination. They have no future. They have no purpose. Your trials, your sufferings have purpose. When you lose sight of your purpose, go into nature, refresh your soul. Make every hour your finest, surpassing the last, until you live your last as your finest hour. Your life then becomes seeds for future conversions.

With Love,