THE GREAT AND TERRIBLE DAY OF THE LORD IS UPON US


“There was a whisper, a sigh, and few on earth even heard it

Because it originated with the angels, and men had long ago shut their ears to heaven.

But there it was, nestled in the pauses,

And in every small drop of silence, it rose like a bubble to the surface.

The sound came from angels who had watched in hope as chastisement had fallen upon man.

“This time they will be convicted, and they will turn to Him,” the angels had murmured to one another.

But instead men had never even looked up.

So over earth a great despair had settled like a fog,

But men, thinking it only an annoyance, had brushed it away,

And had simply turned up the music a little louder.

But in even the smallest pause, and in the briefest moment of silence,

The whisper, the sigh, could be heard.

And angels looked at one another and murmured, 

“Tell the faithful to batten down the hatches, for the great and terrible day of the Lord is upon us.”

S

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I am a retired Roman Catholic Bishop, Bishop Emeritus of Corpus Christi, Texas
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4 Responses to THE GREAT AND TERRIBLE DAY OF THE LORD IS UPON US

  1. Dear Bishop,
    Thank-you so much for this posting. It moves my heart and my soul. It certainly could refer to the skies over Europe or to us, here, today.
    Remember, Christians: acknowledge God, be a sign of hope and take the next right step.
    Let us pray for one another. God is in control and we are in his hands. Amen. Alleluia.
    Katey in OR 🙏🏼✝️💙

  2. Sandra Ida says:

    I am at a loss to put this post into proper focus.  It is in quotation marks, but is simply signed S.  Who or what is that source?  

  3. Dearest Excellency,

    Greetings on the actual Holy holiday of Memorial Day, USA.

    THANK YOU FOR YOUR SERVICE in WWII and Beyond. I’m so grateful to be able to write you a letter, rather than to speak to a tombstone.

    Your brief, pithy remarks, besides demonstrating your amazingly artistic language capabilities moved me to soul truth tears. My Guardian Angel, Justice, ever faithful, comforts me without minimizing the coming celestial catastrophe.

    And, child idiot that I am, I still hope for “Ice cream, cake and 97 candles, in June, 2020, near Corpus Christi.”

    With much love, affection and always my moth eaten pathetic prayers,

    Yours in Him, wrapped in Her Mantle,

    France ¡Viva Cristo Rey!

    PS (of course…) don’t forget ongoing Mass intentions for our beloved Padre Mark Goring, CC – his Dad, Rudi (Rudolph) who died (in the odor of sanctity, I believe) Saturday, May 23, 2020.

    St Joseph Prayers coming.

    Did you have a chance to enjoy the link for CHRIST THE LIGHT, the Oratorio (composed by John W Vitz, my most esteemed friend of decades)? Consider it an early Birthday present!!! F ¡VCR!

    On Sun, May 24, 2020, 7:38 PM ABYSSUS ABYSSUM INVOCAT / DEEP CALLS TO DEEP wrote:

    > abyssum posted: ” “There was a whisper, a sigh, and few on earth even > heard it Because it originated with the angels, and men had long ago shut > their ears to heaven. But there it was, nestled in the pauses, And in every > small drop of silence, it rose like a bubbl” >

  4. efyore says:

    Dear Bishop Gracida, Who wrote that stirring poem? And may I be the first to thank you for your service to our country on this Memorial Day. The dear Lord had even greater plans for you as you were flying over the skies of Germany. May God shed His Grace on thee. Long may she wave, Liz Yore

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