Tag Archives: heaven
Be prepared
Where, O death, is your sting?
November 5
“Behold, I tell you a mystery. We shall not all fall asleep, but we will all be changed, in an instant, in the blink of an eye, at the last trumpet. For the trumpet will sound, the dead will be raised incorruptible, and we shall be changed…
Death is swallowed up in victory.
Where, O death, is your victory?
Where, O death, is your sting?”
-1 Corinthians 15: 51, 52, 55
For Reflection:
Death comes to us all, but we have the promise of the resurrection. As Christians, the overriding priority of our lives should be eternity with God, heaven, both for ourselves and as many souls as we can bring with us.
Is this the focus of your life and if not, what needs to change?
The saints
November 4
“The saints stand around my Son like countless stars, whose glory is not to be compared with any temporal light.”
-The Blessed Mother to St. Bridget
For Reflection:
Does this image of being near Jesus in heaven console you?
Immensity of heaven
November 3
“If God were to make every grain of sand into a new world, all these innumerable spheres would not fill the immensity of heaven.”
For Reflection:
Though heaven is incomprehensible to us living in the world, take time this week to ask the Lord to enlighten you to the immensity of
our eternal inheritance.
I go and prepare a place for you
What no eye has seen, nor ear heard
November 1
“But, as it is written, ‘What no eye has seen, nor ear heard, nor the heart of man conceived, what God has prepared for those who love him…'”
-1 Corinthians 2:9
For Reflection:
What strikes you most about this passage from sacred scripture? Take time to ponder this heavenly reality.
My Father’s House: On the Sacredness of Our Places and Spaces
We pulled up to my childhood home in the middle of the night, the Wisconsin green shrouded in darkness. I immediately sensed all the summers of my childhood in the dim stillness as the screen door squeaked shut behind us. Whispering, I led five of my desert-dwelling children upstairs to the bedrooms, each step groaning with a familiar creak in the century-old bungalow.