Holy of Holies - Annunciation,3/25/1998 Noon Angelus. At 8 am as I was walking to the bus stop praying Angelus in my heart,I felt sudden heaviness,as if huge boulder was placed on my soul( it was not …More
Holy of Holies - Annunciation,3/25/1998 Noon Angelus.
At 8 am as I was walking to the bus stop praying Angelus in my heart,I felt sudden heaviness,as if huge boulder was placed on my soul( it was not physical discomfort,nor mental worry,it was purely spiritual). I tried to think,what day it is -Wednesday,March 25,the Feast of Annunciation,Christ's voice resounds in my heart :" What a beautiful day to die!" I think of members of my family in Poland -all healthy and well,altough some aunts well into their 80's.Monday we got phone call from Germany,that Karim,the only one of the seven brothers that stayed behind was had operation ( young as he was,National league soccer player in his youth,picture of health,we assumed it must have been an appendicitis),on Tuesday we got another phone call that he was bleeding and was transferred to another hospital in Peshawar.Karim,the one that made my last day in Kabul so special ,taking me on the tour of the city,and now God allowing me to share his agony.I prayed in my heart ceaselesly. Michael,my mgr did not insist as usual to send me on my break at 10 am;at noon I went outside,sat by the wall across from the pharmacy window,looked up at the immaculate blue of the skies and wondered in my heart,how is it possible since I have not seen,nor talked to Karim for past twenty years,yet in my heart I know,what I am going through is his mental anguish( he had three daughters and we were not aware his wife was pregnant with fourth daughter that was born eleven days after his passing,living in exile in a country where woman is not allowed to venture outside without a male family member). When I heard Christ's voice in my heart :" Who are you crying for - yourself,or the widow?" .The moment Christ confirmed the feeling in my heart,that what I was going through spiritually was Karim's agony,a huge circle of light appeared above me and from the East ,coming out of the blue with speed of light Angels and Saints were rushing in,entering the circle,that two minutes later took form of a round globe,shining with unearthly white light. I was so overjoyed praying Angelus ,that my heart was literally taking flight.Praying Our Father ,I pondered over every single word;I reminded Christ that A.Karim,meek and humble,living the beatitudes all his life; Father loves and protects the most the innocent unaware children - sure You will not reject him only for that reason? It is not of my own merit,that being born in Poland as Catholic with five talents,having tasted at least in my childhood,early youth the Holy Communion;had I been born in A. I ,too would be born moslem,deprived of knowing The One True God and Christ, the Truth ,Light and Life. Remembering the Promises of First Fridays and Saturdays I asked Christ and His Holy Mother to keep their promise and be at Karim's side,feeling safe at work,I delegated my Guardian Angel to do the same.
At 8 am as I was walking to the bus stop praying Angelus in my heart,I felt sudden heaviness,as if huge boulder was placed on my soul( it was not physical discomfort,nor mental worry,it was purely spiritual). I tried to think,what day it is -Wednesday,March 25,the Feast of Annunciation,Christ's voice resounds in my heart :" What a beautiful day to die!" I think of members of my family in Poland -all healthy and well,altough some aunts well into their 80's.Monday we got phone call from Germany,that Karim,the only one of the seven brothers that stayed behind was had operation ( young as he was,National league soccer player in his youth,picture of health,we assumed it must have been an appendicitis),on Tuesday we got another phone call that he was bleeding and was transferred to another hospital in Peshawar.Karim,the one that made my last day in Kabul so special ,taking me on the tour of the city,and now God allowing me to share his agony.I prayed in my heart ceaselesly. Michael,my mgr did not insist as usual to send me on my break at 10 am;at noon I went outside,sat by the wall across from the pharmacy window,looked up at the immaculate blue of the skies and wondered in my heart,how is it possible since I have not seen,nor talked to Karim for past twenty years,yet in my heart I know,what I am going through is his mental anguish( he had three daughters and we were not aware his wife was pregnant with fourth daughter that was born eleven days after his passing,living in exile in a country where woman is not allowed to venture outside without a male family member). When I heard Christ's voice in my heart :" Who are you crying for - yourself,or the widow?" .The moment Christ confirmed the feeling in my heart,that what I was going through spiritually was Karim's agony,a huge circle of light appeared above me and from the East ,coming out of the blue with speed of light Angels and Saints were rushing in,entering the circle,that two minutes later took form of a round globe,shining with unearthly white light. I was so overjoyed praying Angelus ,that my heart was literally taking flight.Praying Our Father ,I pondered over every single word;I reminded Christ that A.Karim,meek and humble,living the beatitudes all his life; Father loves and protects the most the innocent unaware children - sure You will not reject him only for that reason? It is not of my own merit,that being born in Poland as Catholic with five talents,having tasted at least in my childhood,early youth the Holy Communion;had I been born in A. I ,too would be born moslem,deprived of knowing The One True God and Christ, the Truth ,Light and Life. Remembering the Promises of First Fridays and Saturdays I asked Christ and His Holy Mother to keep their promise and be at Karim's side,feeling safe at work,I delegated my Guardian Angel to do the same.