On 2010, Carlos Mwangi, from Nairobi, Kenya,
fell into a trance and was shown that when the rapture
occurs, it will be at around 6pm on a Saturday.
It just so happens that First-fruits, on also falls on a Saturday -The 7th of May 2016.
When it's 6:00pm on the 7th of May in
Nairobi, it will also be 6pm on the 7th of May 2016 in
Jerusalem as well! This means that the Lord is going to
wait until the very Last Watch, on
First-fruits, before
He gathers up His saints into heaven to attend the
Marriage Supper of the Lamb.
The Following is Carlos's Story...
"...I was in the city center of Nairobi city, I
had been sent by my mother to do some errands and I was
now on my way back home.
As I was crisscrossing shoulder to shoulder I
suddenly looked down for I felt very uneasy with my left
shoe so I bent down to adjust it.
I was very aware of my surroundings suddenly
standing up I just froze and looked up and then leveled
my head where I could see cars.
They all began crashing simultaneously and
there were people falling at the same time because all
over, graves were opening.
Directly above, to the direction I was facing,
I saw a big angel with big triangular curved elegant
wings with a golden trumpet standing in front of the
other angels, and the line of these angels stretched
back as far as I could see and he blew the trumpet a
second time.
Then I turned to the opposite direction and I
saw people flying towards a center and there was JESUS with
Angel Michael at his side.
It's then that I realized that the heavenly
citizens were on opposite sides of the sky. The music
from the trumpet was sweet and loud and did not hurt my
ears. I don't remember the tune but it was inviting
pulling me up to the clouds.
The Archangel who had the trumpet in front seemed to
blow it continuously blowing a long key and the others
behind him seemed to play Music but it was pure harmony
all the same..the sky light was so bright like golden
yellowish color.
It was 6:00 PM on a Saturday
I noticed that people seemed confused at the
noise, others were hysterical, as if demon possessed,
because they held their ears and screamed in agony.
It then vanished as quick as it had started...I
closed my eyes and started shaking my head. I seemed to
have stepped into eternity. Even though I was very much
aware of everyone else. That's when I realized that
people were looking at me. Then it hit me! I was
standing right in the middle of the path as if in a
trance.
When I got home I prayed to the Father to let
me know everything. He let me know that it was my
expectancy that was beaming in my spirit ever since I
started fellowship with my FB family, talking about the
rapture and the Wedding Supper of the Lamb.
Then later, that's when it came to my
realization, ONLY THOSE WHO ARE
READY will
hear the Trumpet sound as music. But the unbelievers,
due to the commotion with the earthquake and the
crashing of everything around them, will be confused
with hysteria, the Trumpet will sound like bomb
explosions going off all around them.
The rapture itself will also not take too long
in this “time existence” I was made to understand that
it will take less than 5 seconds. It will
happen so fast and everything will go quiet again.
To those who will be flying it will be an
eternal moment. For eternity has been placed in our
hearts according to the Scriptures. But I'm guessing,
for those who are left here, it will be the longest 5
seconds of their entire existence. I saw everything
happening so fast, yet through their eyes I saw
everything happening in slow motion, like a never ending
nightmare.
Soon people, very soon, its going to
happen.
So get ready!"
Saint Angela Merici had just returned from a trip to the Holy Land. On the way there she
had fallen ill and become blind. Nevertheless, she insisted on
continuing her pilgrimage and toured the holy sites with the devotion of
her heart rather than her eyes. On the way back she had recovered her
sight. But this must have been a reminder to her not to shut her eyes to
the needs she saw around her, not to shut her heart to God's call.
All around her hometown she saw poor girls with no education and no hope. In the fifteenth and sixteenth century that Angela lived in, education for women was for the rich or for nuns. Angela herself had learned everything on her own. Her parents
had died when she was ten and she had gone to live with an uncle. She
was deeply disturbed when her sister died without receiving the
sacraments. A vision reassured her that her sister was safe in God's
care -- and also prompted her to dedicate her life to God.
When her uncle died, she returned to her hometown and began to notice how little education
the girls had. But who would teach them? Times were much different
then. Women weren't allowed to be teachers and unmarried women were not
supposed to go out by themselves -- even to serve others. Nuns
were the best educated women but they weren't allowed to leave their
cloisters. There were no teaching orders of sisters like we have today.
But in the meantime, these girls grew up without education in religion or anything at all.
These
girls weren't being helped by the old ways, so Angela invented a new
way.
She brought together a group of unmarried women, fellow Franciscan tertiaries
and other friends, who went out into the streets to gather up the girls
they saw and teach them. These women had little money and no power, but
were bound together by their dedication to education and commitment to Christ.
Living in their own homes, they met for prayer
and classes where Angela reminded them, " Reflect that in reality you
have a greater need to serve [the poor] than they have of your service."
They were so successful in their service that Angela was asked to bring
her innovative approach to education to other cities, and impressed many people, including the pope.
Though she turned him down, perhaps the pope's request gave her the inspiration
or the push to make her little group more formal. Although it was never
a religious order in her lifetime, Angela's Company of Saint Ursula, or
the Ursulines, was the first group of women religious to work outside
the cloister and the first teaching order of women.
It took many years of frustration before Angela's radical ideas of education
for all and unmarried women in service were accepted. They are
commonplace to us now because people like Angela wanted to help others
no matter what the cost. Angela reminds us of her approach to change: "Beware of trying to accomplish anything by force, for God has given every single person free will and desires to constrain none; he merely shows them the way, invites them and counsels them."
Saint
Angela Merici reassured her Sisters who were afraid to lose her in
death: "I shall continue to be more alive than I was in this life, and I
shall see you better and shall love more the good
deeds which I shall see you doing continually, and I shall be able to
help you more." She died in 1540, at about seventy years old.
In Saint Angela Merici's Words...
Take
a look around you. Instead of just driving or walking without paying
attention today, open your eyes to the needs you see along the way. What
people do you notice who need help but who are not being helped? What
are their true needs? Make a commitment to help them in some way.
Miguel Juan Pellicer was born
in the early 17th century to a Catholic family in the small
agricultural community of Calanda, Spain. In 1637 when he was 20 years
old, he was working on his uncle’s farm when a terrible accident
occurred: he was riding a mule pulling a cart and accidentally fell off,
and the cart ran over his right leg, breaking his tibia (also known as one’s shin – ouch!).
He received some treatment at a local hospital but soon decided to go
to a special hospital in the city of Zaragoza dedicated to Our Lady of the Pillar. He, like many Catholics in Spain, had a strong devotion to her, and he hoped to benefit from her intercession.
Unfortunately, by the time he arrived, his leg was so gangrenous that
it was black. The only option left was amputation. Two expert surgeons
removed most of the lower half of his right leg from just below his
knee. They cauterized the wound with fire.
Now, keep in mind that this was the mid-17th century, so there was no
anesthesia. They gave him alcohol and other drugs to try to numb the
pain, but Pellicer nonetheless experienced incredible pain. One witness
later wrote: “In
his torment the young man called upon the Virgin of the Pillar,
unceasingly and with great fervor.” They then buried his amputated leg
in the hospital’s cemetery, as was the custom.
A few months later, he was released with a wooden leg and crutch.
Apparently, he was also able to get some sort of license for begging (I
didn’t know that kind of thing even existed) at the Sanctuary of the Pillar.
He was able to survive from begging and, since it’s a popular
pilgrimage destination, was seen by thousands if not millions of people.
He also got regular checkups with his doctor at the hospital.
Unflappable Faith
But he didn’t lose hope that God still might heal his leg, as
impossible as it seemed. In an act of faith, every night he would
request some oil from the sanctuary, rub it on his stub, and pray
for the intercession of Our Lady.
After about two years, with the health of his leg seemingly stable,
he finally decided to return home. He arrived in the midst of the 2nd
week of Lent (sometime around March 11-14) in 1640. Unable to help on
the farm, he took up begging again, and many people in the surrounding
towns saw his stub leg.
Then, about two weeks later on March 29th, the miracle happened.
It was around 10 p.m. and he was ready to go bed. A soldier was
temporarily staying in his family’s home and was sleeping in his bed,
so Pellicer plopped down in an extra bed in his parent’s room instead.
About an hour later, his mother walked in and saw two feet sticking out
of the covers. Thinking the soldier had gone to sleep in the wrong room,
she called her husband to resolve the misunderstanding.
But when her husband came and lifted the blanket, he was shocked at
what he found: it was their son, and he had both of his legs!
They tried to wake him up right away, but he was in a deep sleep and
it took a while. Once they finally were able to shake him awake,
he explained that he had been having a vivid dream in which he was at
the Sanctuary of the Pillar and was rubbing his stub with the oil as he
used to do. The three of them rejoiced, praised God, and thanked the Lady of the Pillar for her intercession!
The Church Investigates
News of the miracle spread like wildfire in the surrounding towns,
and both government and ecclesiastical officials came to their house to
see his healed leg for themselves. Three weeks later, Pellicer and his
parents made a pilgrimage to the Sanctuary of the Pillar to give thanks,
and many people there who had known him with his stub leg were amazed
to see him with both legs.
The story became such a sensation that the local archbishop conducted an extensive investigation
of the miracle. When they dug up the box that he been buried with his
amputated leg in the hospitals’ cemetery, it was apparently undisturbed –
but empty. Regarding eye-witness testimony, there were obviously
thousands of people who had clearly seen his stub leg before the
miracle.
So investigators asked two dozen of the most respected
witnesses to testify in the court proceedings, including doctors who had
treated him. No doubters of the miracle could be found.
A year later, the archbishop finally issued a judgement: the miracle was authentic.
excerpted from: https://churchpop.com/2016/01/12/god-cured-amputee-the-astonishing-miracle-of-calanda/
