Dietrich Bonhoeffer was hanged by the Nazis on April 9, 1945 at the Flossenbürg concentration camp.
A camp doctor who was there gave this eyewitness account:
“On the morning of that day between five and six o’clock the prisoners, including Admiral Canaris, General Oster and state attorney Dr. Sack were taken from their cells and the verdicts of the court martial read out to them. Through the half-open door in one room of the huts, I saw Pastor Bonhoeffer, before taking off his prison garb, kneeling on the floor praying fervently to his God. I was most deeply moved by the way this lovable man prayed, so devout and so certain that God heard his prayer. At the place of execution, he again said a short prayer, and then climbed the steps to the gallows, brave and composed. His death ensued after a few seconds. In the almost fifty years that I worked as a doctor, I have hardly ever seen a man die so entirely submissive to the will of God.”
Bonhoeffer's last recorded words: "This is the end—for me the beginning of life."
As civil society comes apart at the seams, do not despair.
Spring is upon us as it is every year. The daffodils and crocus break through the thawing ground.
The sun rises & sets on schedule every day.
Someone Divine holds it together even while sin tries to break it apart.
They want you to be miserable and live in fear.
You must not let them steal your life by living in despair.
Have hope. Christ will triumph
Lord, we pray for the elderly who sit alone in quiet rooms, whose hands once held children, whose voices once filled homes. Comfort their loneliness with Your presence. Let them know they are not forgotten, but cherished, beloved, and held close to Your heart.
It was with real sadness that I learned that the monks of the Abbey of La Trappe in Normandy are considering closing down their operation. As the name suggests, this monastery is the mother house of the Trappist Order, a reform of the Cistercian movement and a particularly intense form of Benedictine life, famous for its austerity and silence. I came to know of La Trappe through Thomas Merton, a Trappist monk of the Abbey of Gethsemani in Kentucky, whom I read with great passion when I was a young man. La Trappe shaped Merton, who in turn opened so much of the spiritual life to me. Founded over nine hundred years ago, La Trappe has survived the Black Death, the Hundred Years' War, the Protestant Reformation, the French Revolution, and the world wars of the twentieth century. That this venerable monastery cannot find enough vocations to keep it alive is, in my judgment, a sign of the spiritual disaster that has befallen Europe in the last hundred years: an ideological secularism that is rotting the soul of the West. Let's redouble our prayers that the monks of La Trappe might find a way to preserve their great Abbey. It is needed especially now.
Dear Lord,
Help us to detach from this world and put our lives in Your loving hands.
You who have the sun and stars in your palm.
You who weaves the tapestry of eternity with the threads of our lives..
Bless us.
Give us peace and the strength to endure.
A young man who often mocked the Church and the Christian faith came to a priest and asked him in a sneering tone:
“Could you please tell me how heavy a sin is? Something like 10–15–20 kg maybe? I’m asking because I keep committing sins all the time, yet I don’t feel any weight at all…”
The priest looked at him and answered with a question of his own:
“If you place a 100 kg weight on a dead man, tell me - will he feel anything?”
“Nothing, of course,” the mocker replied, “because he’s dead.”
“Exactly the same way you feel nothing - because spiritually you are dead.”
The young man had not expected such a wise and piercing reply. It made him think. From that moment on, his conscience began to stir and he started to reflect much more deeply on the things of the soul.
🤯 WOW ‼️ A new miracle attributed to St. Charbel 😱
During a recent Mass in Naples honoring St. Charbel, a parish priest anointed over 500 faithful with blessed oil from Rome. The jar ran dry but minutes later, it was found completely full again, heavier than before.
The next day, pilgrims said it carried the scent of Lebanon’s cedars, tied to St. Charbel’s homeland. That same morning, a 20-year-old woman reported being healed from an “incurable” breast tumor.
The jar is now secured for examination by Church authorities.
@FiatLuxGenesis I was also looking through my old posts as I haven't read anything from you for a very very long time...maybe thanks to X algorithms. Very gladful that you haven't left the X sphere as it is definitely a better place with you and your inspiring comments! Thank you Rae!!