Pray for Linda Anderson

From Stacee...

Am asking for prayers for my sister in law, Linda Anderson, she has pneumonia & they believe she has lung cancer among some other serious health issues. I know it is such a devasatating thing for both her & my brother in law Drew. I love U both dearly & please, please don't hesitate to ask for ANYTHING. We may be many hours away but know David & I will do anything necessary to help!!!

Clara Peters...bone marrow transplant

Someone else to pray for.  Clara Peters is the five year old granddaughter of my neighbor.  She went into the hospital on Monday for chemo for her bone marrow transplant which will be next Monday. Her sister, luckily, is a perfect match. She was just diagnosed with severe Aplastic Anemia in the beginning of August.  This has happened so fast. 

Linda

http://www.kshb.com/dpp/news/health/5-year-old-to-receive-life-saving-cure-from-sister-after-being-diagnosed-with-bone-marrow-disorder

Paul Voda needs your prayers...

Please Pray For Amberay...UPDATE

UPDATE Aug 24....Stacee Jones Anderson

Friends & Family, my Daughter Amberay was sent to Lakepoint Nursing & Rehab faciltity in ElDorado Wed. So she is finally settlred where she can (we hope) start receiving flowers, cards, love anything you can give. She is VERY lonely, still in lots of pain etc. Please, start sending flowers cards notes, whatever U can. Even the Old people in the nursing facility would enjoy them :). Address is: Lakepoint Nursing & Rehabilitation, 1313 S. High, ElDorado Kansas, 67042. A dear friend of hers is going to create a website for her & us to help facilitate prepared food for us & the kids, hopefully get a few monetary donations that we will put in a trus fund for her. When we get that done we will b posting the name of site. She will be disabled for the rest of her life. On a positive note, thru all this Doctors have discovered she has had a heart condition for over 15 years that has been treated as Angina. She will have to be on heart medication also for the rest of her life. So, right now my tears r running down my face very hard for joy that God spared her but also for the pain we must all endure. I can't seem to stop crying these days but I know it will get better. Thank U Lord for all you have given us!! We love you!!!!

Stacee Jones Anderson

Amberay is surviving. I have been so busy going 2 hospital, they've made many mistakes so I have been trying to be there as much as I can so havent been able to get on FB. Will explain more later. 

Amberay has been moved 4 times. Last nite she had a mild heart attack & was moved back to ICU. 2nite she was moved to different room again. So for anyone wanting to send cards, flowers etc, (many people been wanting room info) please let her get situated. She will be moving 2 a rehab facility possibly next week as long as her heart holds out. B in rehab for several months. We have her kids so have been busy with moving them into our house also. 

I need prepared food to have on hand. Amberay needs lotsa love & prayers. 

Malora (our oldest Granddaugther) needs her CCA friends to call & give her moral support. 

Me- I NEED SLEEP LOL. 

Thank you LORD 4 not taking my precious daughter from me yet!!!

UPDATE: Anthony Walahoski Surgery SUCCESS

Gina 

From: St Joe Class of 2012 [mailto:stjoe2012@gmail.com] 

Sent: Thursday, May 31, 2012 2:28 PM
To: St. Joe Class of 2012; Walahoski



Just wanted to updated you. Anthony just got out of ICU today. He is doing great! All your prayers worked so thank you and everyone along the chain!!! He has been literally sleeping all day. Tomorrow will be a new day as he will have less pain medicine and they are planning to get him up in his chair. Once again thank you...as a mom I can't tell you how comforting all of the prayers were. I literally turned it over to God's hands.

Dear Class of 2012,

Please start a prayer chain for Anthony Walahoski.  

He is undergoing a major surgery tomorrow and ALL prayers are welcomed and most appreciated by the Walahoski family.  

Gina will keep us posted on his prognosis.  Thank you!

From today's Responsorial Psalm, Isaiah 12:2

"Look, He is the God of my salvation: I shall have faith and not be afraid, for Yahweh is my strength and my song, He has been my salvation."

Update on Ken's Heart Surgery

Ken got out of surgery about 1 1/2 hours ago. They ended up doing a 5-bypass surgery – they were able to repair the valves and not replace them, which he was quite insistent on - not that he had a choice! The surgeon said they had a little bit of trouble because of his poor heart function, but he made it through and is on the road to recovery.

We're on our way now to see him in the ICU.  We're not sure when he'll be able to go home.

Thank you all for your support! It means the world to us. And if you think I missed anyone on this email please feel free to share.

Love,

Ken and Sharon

The Buzzard, Bat, the Bee and WE...

THE BUZZARD   If you put a buzzard in a pen that is 6 feet by 8 feet and is entirely open at the top, the bird, in spite of its ability to fly, will be an absolute prisoner. The reason is that a buzzard always begins a flight from the ground  with a run of 10 to 12 feet. Without space to run, as is its habit, it will not even attempt to fly, but will remain a prisoner for life in a small jail with no top. THE BAT      The ordinary bat that flies around at night, a remarkable nimble creature in the air, cannot take off from a level place. If it is placed on the floor or flat ground, all it can do is shuffle about helplessly and, no doubt, painfully, until it reaches some slight elevation from which it can throw itself into the air. Then, at once, it takes off like a flash. THE BUMBLEBEE   A bumblebee, if dropped into an open tumbler, will be there until it dies, unless it is taken out. It never sees the means of escape at the top, but persists in trying to find some way out through the sides near the bottom. It will seek a way where none exists, until it completely destroys itself. PEOPLE   In many ways, we are like the buzzard, the bat, and the bumblebee. We struggle about with all our problems and frustrations, never realizing that all we have to do is look up!

That's the answer, the escape route and the solution to any problem...

just look up!

Sorrow looks back,

Worry looks around,

But faith looks up!

Live simply,

love generously,

care deeply,

speak kindly, and

trust in our Creator,

who loves us.

Jim Roche succumbs to Lung Cancer

With sincere sadness I must report that Erin's uncle, Jim Roche, has lost his battle with cancer…succumbing on May 8th.

Thanks to all who have prayed for Jim.  Your expressed support was forwarded to Jim and he was brightened by your comments and prayers.

On Apr 13, 2012, at 9:19 PM, Jim Roche wrote:

I just returned from my doctor with some very bad news. My lungs are totally involved with small tumor cancer. Small tumor is easier to fight but is much more aggressive. The doctor says I can look for longer and better life but cure is not in the books. I meet with the oncologist and the radiologist next week and will have a better idea of my timing.

We should have plenty of time to relive and enjoy our lives together. I thank God an His Son Jesus for my wonderful life and the wonderful family He put in it.

I love you all so dearly.    Grandpa Jim.

Jim:

You are a fighter…and with prayer calling God to your side you only need the positive drive to keep the enjoyment and happiness as your strength in prevailing.

I will be dedicating my Eucharistic Adoration hour to you.

Richard Bockwinkel

Perpetual Adoration

Perpetual Eucharistic Adoration at St. Joseph is permanent adoration of Our Lord exposed to view in our Adoration Chapel. Over 400 parishioners take part in Perpetual Adoration. Each of them has picked one of the 168 hours of the week to spend with Jesus. During many hours of the week, more than one scheduled adorer is present along with other people that have stopped in for a visit. 

Everyone is encouraged to visit the chapel any time of the day or night to visit with Our Lord. There are Bibles, rosaries and devotional books to assist you in your meditations. 

You are invited to commit yourself to a weekly hour of adoration.


"The Church and the world have a great need of Eucharistic worship. Jesus waits for us in this Sacrament of Love. Let us be generous with our time in going to meet Him in adoration and in contemplation that is full of faith and ready to make reparation for the great faults and crimes of the world. May our Adoration never cease." 

There are 168 hours in every week. Can you give Jesus just one? He asked His apostles "Could you not watch one hour with me?" - (Matthew 24:40) . To arrange for your special hour with Jesus, call Lida Wurtenberger, 631.6907.

What is Heaven...? The Room, by Joshua Harris

In that place between wakefulness and dreams, I found myself in the room. There were no distinguishing features save for the one wall covered with small index-card files. They were like the ones in libraries that list titles by author or subject in alphabetical order. But these files, which stretched from floor to ceiling and seemingly endlessly in either direction, had very different headings. As I drew near the wall of files, the first to catch my attention was one that read "Girls I Have Liked." I opened it and began flipping through the cards. I quickly shut it, shocked to realize that I recognized the names written on each one.

And then without being told, I knew exactly where I was. This lifeless room with its small files was a crude catalog system for my life. Here were written the actions of my every moment, big and small, in a detail my memory couldn't match.

A sense of wonder and curiosity, coupled with horror, stirred within me as I began randomly opening files and exploring their content. Some brought joy and sweet memories; others a sense of shame and regret so intense that I would look over my shoulder to see if anyone was watching. A file named "Friends" was next to one marked "Friends I Have Betrayed."

The titles ranged from the mundane to the outright weird. "Books I Have Read," "Lies I Have Told," "Comfort I Have Given," "Jokes I Have Laughed At." Some were almost hilarious in their exactness: "Things I've Yelled at My Brothers." Others I couldn't laugh at: "Things I Have Done in My Anger," "Things I Have Muttered Under My Breath at My Parents." I never ceased to be surprised by the contents. Often there were many more cards than I expected. Sometimes fewer than I hoped.

I was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of the life I had lived. Could it be possible that I had the time in my 20 years to write each of these thousands or even millions of cards? But each card confirmed this truth. Each was written in my own handwriting. Each signed with my signature.

When I pulled out the file marked "Songs I Have Listened To," I realized the files grew to contain their contents. The cards were packed tightly, and yet after two or three yards, I hadn't found the end of the file. I shut it, shamed, not so much by the quality of music, but more by the vast amount of time I knew that file represented.

When I came to a file marked "Lustful Thoughts," I felt a chill run through my body. I pulled the file out only an inch, not willing to test its size, and drew out a card. I shuddered at its detailed content. I felt sick to think that such a moment had been recorded.

An almost animal rage broke on me. One thought dominated my mind: "No one must ever see these cards! No one must ever see this room! I have to destroy them!" In an insane frenzy I yanked the file out. Its size didn't matter now. I had to empty it and burn the cards. But as I took it at one end and began pounding it on the floor, I could not dislodge a single card. I became desperate and pulled out a card, only to find it as strong as steel when I tried to tear it

Defeated and utterly helpless, I returned the file to its slot. Leaning my forehead against the wall, I let out a long, self-pitying sigh. And then I saw it. The title bore "People I Have Shared the Gospel With." The handle was brighter than those around it, newer, almost unused. I pulled on its handle and a small box not more than three inches long fell into my hands. I could count the cards it contained on one hand.

And then the tears came. I began to weep. Sobs so deep that they hurt started in my stomach and shook through me. I fell on my knees and cried. I cried out of shame, from the overwhelming shame of it all. The rows of file shelves swirled in my tear-filled eyes. No one must ever, ever know of this room. I must lock it up and hide the key.

But then as I pushed away the tears, I saw Him. No, please not Him. Not here. Oh, anyone but Jesus.

I watched helplessly as He began to open the files and read the cards. I couldn't bear to watch His response. And in the moments I could bring myself to look at His face, I saw a sorrow deeper than my own. He seemed to intuitively go to the worst boxes. Why did He have to read every one?

Finally He turned and looked at me from across the room. He looked at me with pity in His eyes. But this was a pity that didn't anger me. I dropped my head, covered my face with my hands and began to cry again. He walked over and put His arm around me. He could have said so many things. But He didn't say a word. He just cried with me.

Then He got up and walked back to the wall of files. Starting at one end of the room, He took out a file and, one by one, began to sign His name over mine on each card.

"No!" I shouted rushing to Him. All I could find to say was "No, no," as I pulled the card from Him. His name shouldn't be on these cards. But there it was, written in red so rich, so dark, so alive. The name of Jesus covered mine. It was written with His blood.

He gently took the card back. He smiled a sad smile and began to sign the cards. I don't think I'll ever understand how He did it so quickly, but the next instant it seemed I heard Him close the last file and walk back to my side. He placed His hand on my shoulder and said, "It is finished."

I stood up, and He led me out of the room. There was no lock on its door. There were still cards to be written.

By Joshua Harris. Orginally published in New Attitude Magazine. Copyright New Attitude, 1995. You have permission to reprint this in any form. We only ask that you include the appropriate copyright byline and do not alter the content.

Being an American is NOT a spectator sport. VOTE.

2012 Make your Vote Count

A prayer for a job seeker please...

Rick,

James called a bit ago and asked if we would get our various prayer contacts to pray for him.

James has a job interview this Wednesday, and he really wants to get this job.  He feels it will be a better fit for him than his current job.

Thanks, 

Uncle George

Steve Harvey introduces Jesus Christ...

Please Pray for Robert Fyler's FIGHT

Robert Fyler

Hi Friends,

Just finished first 6 weeks of chemotherapy with 6 more weeks to go on first round with the new medication. I will probably have to keep taking two other medications for a few months but the cure rate is now 79% with this protocol. I get a shot of Interferon once a week and that is the worst part. Severe flu like symptoms for two days. If I am to be cured God will make it so. If not, my situation will be used to glorify God in another way. In the midst of the fires of refinement, Robert.

Kris Christie's Prayer Requests

Warriors,

 

There are several things going on at once and we need your prayers.  Please stand in agreement with me for blessings of peace on those listed above.  Pray for healing for Sheila, my Mom and Jimmy.   Jimmy is a young man who is on dialysis due to kidney problems.  Sheila was diagnosed with cancer and is having problems after her surgeries.  My Mom had a report from one of her doctors and has to go for additional testing. Pray for the complete healing and comfort of these people and their families.

 

Eric was a 12 year old from Oswego, IL. who was struck and killed by a baseball.  He loved the game and was well liked at his school.  Please pray for the family as they go through this terrible time.  Pray for peace for this family.

 

I would also ask you to pray over Earthen Vessels Outreach (EVO) in Pittsburgh.  We have a fundraiser set for May and are hoping to get monies to do additional work on the sanctuary.  This is a safe haven for inner city children and a wonderful ministry.

 

We serve a mighty God.

Kris 

How Great Thou Art

How Great Thou Art by Vance Perry

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Communion on the Moon - Buzz Aldrin

Communion on the Moon: July 20, 1969 42 years ago......... It is true... (This is an article by Eric Metaxas) Forty-two years ago two human beings changed history by walking on the surface of the moon. But what happened before Buzz Aldrin and Neil Armstrong exited the Lunar Module is perhaps even more amazing, if only because so few people know about it. "I'm talking about the fact that Buzz Aldrin took communion on the surface of the moon. Some months after his return, he wrote about it in Guideposts magazine. And a few years ago I had the privilege of meeting him myself. I asked him about it and he confirmed the story to me, and I wrote about in my book Everything You Always Wanted to Know About God (But Were Afraid to Ask). The background to the story is that Aldrin was an elder at his Presbyterian Church in Texas during this period in his life, and knowing that he would soon be doing something unprecedented in human history, he felt he should mark the occasion somehow, and he asked his minister to help him. And so the minister consecrated a communion wafer and a small vial of communion wine. And Buzz Aldrin took them with him out of the Earth's orbit and on to the surface of the moon. He and Armstrong had only been on the lunar surface for a few minutes when Aldrin made the following public statement: "This is the LM pilot. I'd like to take this opportunity to ask every person listening in, whoever and wherever they may be, to pause for a moment and contemplate the events of the past few hours and to give thanks in his or her own way." He then ended radio communication and there, on the silent surface of the moon, 250,000 miles from home, he read a verse from the Gospel of John, and he took communion. Here is his own account of what happened: "In the radio blackout, I opened the little plastic packages which contained the bread and the wine. I poured the wine into the chalice our church had given me. In the one-sixth gravity of the moon, the wine slowly curled and gracefully came up the side of the cup. Then I read the scripture, 'I am the vine, you are the branches. Whosoever abides in me will bring forth much fruit.. Apart from me you can do nothing.’ “I had intended to read my communion passage back to earth, but at the last minute [they] had requested that I not do this. NASA was already embroiled in a legal battle with Madelyn Murray O'Hare, the celebrated opponent of religion, over the Apollo 8 crew reading from Genesis while orbiting the moon at Christmas. I agreed reluctantly. “I ate the tiny Host and swallowed the wine. I gave thanks for the intelligence and spirit that had brought two young pilots to the Sea of Tranquility. It was interesting for me to think: the very first liquid ever poured on the moon, and the very first food eaten there, were the communion elements.” And of course, it's interesting to think that some of the first words spoken on the moon were the words of Jesus Christ, who made the Earth and the moon - and Who, in the immortal words of Dante, is Himself the "Love that moves the Sun and other stars." How many of you knew this? Too bad this type news doesn't travel as fast as the bad does. IT'S TRUE...CHECK THIS OUT!!!! http://www.snopes.com/glurge/communion.asp Isn't that amazing....Man could stop it from being publizied, but could not keep it from being accomplished!! How great is our GOD? "Live your life in such a way, that those that do not know Christ, will come to know Christ because they know you"

Who Am I? But He of His Great Glory.

Who Am I? But He of His Great Glory.

Letter from an Airline Pilot

He writes: My lead flight attendant came to me and said, "We have an H.R. On this flight." (H.R. Stands for human remains.) "Are they military?" I asked.

'Yes', she said.


'Is there an escort?' I asked.


'Yes, I already assigned him a seat'.


'Would you please tell him to come to the flight deck. You can board him early," I said..


A short while later, a young army sergeant entered the flight deck. He was the image of the perfectly dressed soldier. He introduced himself and I asked him about his soldier. The escorts of these fallen soldiers talk about them as if they are still alive and still with us.


'My soldier is on his way back to Virginia ,' he said. He proceeded to answer my questions, but offered no words.


I asked him if there was anything I could do for him and he said no. I told him that he had the toughest job in the military and that I appreciated the work that he does for the families of our fallen soldiers. The first officer and I got up out of our seats to shake his hand. He left the flight deck to find his seat.


We completed our pre-flight checks, pushed back and performed an uneventful departure. About 30 minutes into our flight I received a call from the lead flight attendant in the cabin. 'I just found out the family of the soldier we are carrying, is on board', she said. She then proceeded to tell me that the father, mother, wife and 2-year old daughter were escorting their son, husband, and father home. The family was upset because they were unable to see the container that the soldier was in before we left. We were on our way to a major hub at which the family was going to wait four hours for the connecting flight home to Virginia.


The father of the soldier told the flight attendant that knowing his son was below him in the cargo compartment and being unable to see him was too much for him and the family to bear. He had asked the flight attendant if there was anything that could be done to allow them to see him upon our arrival. The family wanted to be outside by the cargo door to watch the soldier being taken off the airplane. I could hear the desperation in the flight attendants voice when she asked me if there was anything I could do. 'I'm on it', I said. I told her that I would get back to her.


Airborne communication with my company normally occurs in the form of e-mail like messages. I decided to bypass this system and contact my flight dispatcher directly on a Secondary radio. There is a radio operator in the operations control center who connects you to the telephone of the dispatcher. I was in direct contact with the dispatcher. I explained the situation I had on board with the family and what it was the family wanted. He said he understood and that he would get back to me.


Two hours went by and I had not heard from the dispatcher. We were going to get busy soon and I needed to know what to tell the family. I sent a text message asking for an update. I saved the return message from the dispatcher and the following is the text:
'Captain, sorry it has taken so long to get back to you. There is policy on this now and I had to check on a few things. Upon your arrival a dedicated escort team will meet the aircraft.


The team will escort the family to the ramp and plane side. A van will be used to load the remains with a secondary van for the family. The family will be taken to their departure area and escorted into the terminal where the remains can be seen on the ramp. It is a private area for the family only. When the connecting aircraft arrives, the family will be escorted onto the ramp and plane side to watch the remains being loaded for the final leg home. Captain, most of us here in flight control are veterans.. Please pass our condolences on to the family. Thanks.'


I sent a message back telling flight control thanks for a good job. I printed out the message and gave it to the lead flight attendant to pass on to the father. The lead flight attendant was very thankful and told me, 'You have no idea how much this will mean to them.'


Things started getting busy for the descent, approach and landing. After landing, we cleared the runway and taxied to the ramp area. The ramp is huge with 15 gates on either side of the alleyway. It is always a busy area with aircraft maneuvering every which way to enter and exit. When we entered the ramp and checked in with the ramp controller, we were told that all traffic was being held for us.


'There is a team in place to meet the aircraft', we were told. It looked like it was all coming together, then I realized that once we turned the seat belt sign off, everyone would stand up at once and delay the family from getting off the airplane. As we approached our gate, I asked the co-pilot to tell the ramp controller we were going to stop short of the gate to make an announcement to the passengers. He did that and the ramp controller said, 'Take your time.'


I stopped the aircraft and set the parking brake. I pushed the public address button and said, 'Ladies and gentleman, this is your Captain speaking I have stopped short of our gate to make a special announcement. We have a passenger on board who deserves our honor and respect. His Name is Private XXXXXX, a soldier who recently lost his life. Private XXXXXX is under your feet in the cargo hold. Escorting him today is Army Sergeant XXXXXXX. Also, on board are his father, mother, wife, and daughter. Your entire flight crew is asking for all passengers to remain in their seats to allow the family to exit the aircraft first. Thank you.'


We continued the turn to the gate, came to a stop and started our shutdown procedures. A couple of minutes later I opened the cockpit door. I found the two forward flight attendants crying, something you just do not see. I was told that after we came to a stop, every passenger on the aircraft stayed in their seats, waiting for the family to exit the aircraft.


When the family got up and gathered their things, a passenger slowly started to clap his hands. Moments later more passengers joined in and soon the entire aircraft was clapping. Words of 'God Bless You', I'm sorry, thank you, be proud, and other kind words were uttered to the family as they made their way down the aisle and out of the airplane.


They were escorted down to the ramp to finally be with their loved one. Many of the passengers disembarking thanked me for the announcement I had made. They were just words, I told them, I could say them over and over again, but nothing I say will bring back that brave soldier.


'Lord, hold our troops in your loving hands. Protect them as they protect us..bless them and their families for the selfless acts they perform for us in our time of need.. In Jesus Name, Amen.'