Comments on: Monday, July 27, 2020 The Power of Small Things

By: Anonymous

Anonymous — Tue, 28 Jul 2020 06:47:55 +0000

Thank you Mary, I am blessed by your words, as I am every week. You are a gift to all of us. I wish everyone in the whole world could read this. Thank You again. God BlessYou.🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋

By: Anonymous

Anonymous — Mon, 27 Jul 2020 15:39:14 +0000

Gratias tibi ago

By: Anonymous

Anonymous — Mon, 27 Jul 2020 15:10:57 +0000

Beautiful reflection, prayer and comments as always! Thank you Mary and all the writers and readers of A Catholic Moment for helping me every day with your wisdom.

By: Stella R.

Stella R. — Mon, 27 Jul 2020 12:48:30 +0000

I am grateful for you.

By: Sandi

Sandi — Mon, 27 Jul 2020 12:20:18 +0000

Thank you, Mary.

By: Bill

Bill — Mon, 27 Jul 2020 11:19:18 +0000

Thanks for your reflection Mary. I am happy that your reflections appear on Monday, the beginning of the work week, because they are an inspiration as we face our upcoming tasks. All the best to you.

By: Anonymous

Anonymous — Mon, 27 Jul 2020 11:11:35 +0000

All I can say is THANK YOU MARY!!!!!!

By: Anonymous

Anonymous — Mon, 27 Jul 2020 10:59:59 +0000

Mary your story of Thomas Merton and asking “Did Thomas Merton’s mystical experience in the middle of a city affect me for good in any kind of linear way?” brought back an incident that happened to me many years ago.
It was a beautiful Sunday morning. I attended Mass at St. Vincent DePaul Catholic Church. St. Vincent is a pretty little church that was over a hundred years old and had a very diverse congregation. It had black, white, Vietnamese, Filipino, and a large Latino population. It also had a group of mentally challenged persons from group homes around the inner city area. Everyone was welcome and it felt like a family when you were there. I was sitting in the sixth-row pew listening and participating in the Mass. After the priest finished his homily and sat down. I looked up and saw a strange smoke filtering through the stained glass windows. It reminded me of the smoke coming from the thurible cup in which incense is placed on burning charcoal. But the priest had not used any incense. The smoke was moving. Suddenly the church became very quiet and still. My senses became heighten and I no longer felt I was in the church. Time seemed to stand still. Then from the top of my head to the bottom of my feet a warm, beautiful feeling fell over me and I was tingling all over. It was something I had experienced before in my life. The Holy Spirit had entered the church in visible form for me to see and feel. At least I thought it was for me. Suddenly from the back of the church, a man cried out. “Thank you Jesus!…thank you Jesus!…thank you Jesus!” I was overwhelmed by what had happened and could sense the man’s gratitude in the sound of his thankfulness. The Holy Spirit had not come for me but it came to answer the man’s desperate prayer in his time of need.