hey Mary
so you think these ideas that you have are from God?
but these ideas from the great saints are not from God?
you are right about not even saints being perfect, they could make mistakes
Limbo is a theory, it is still a theory that can be believed, but it is not part of an infallible teaching of the Church
but the belief that there is a hell, that is a traditional belief of the Church
Hi,
Now I will respond with my feelings on another point you raised. (Remember feelings with content are the same as thoughts. It is the content of my feelings, that I will try and extract for you, on the fallibility of Saints.)
I know of two saints, but who are still alive and on earth today. It is my pleasure and priveledge to be able to work with one of these extremely closely in all matters and the other one also, but he is on another continent from mine. We email only.
The saint I will tell you of cares only about loving God. That's about it for her. Yes, it seems it is so, and even those at The Roman Catholic Church, who have, of all things, tested her, believe now by proofs that she is what she says she is, but she till last year refused to use the word saint.
That has changed, yet before I get in to how she relates that, how she now can say things that are not perfect, where once she could not. She also at one time, could not be wrong, but now she says she can be wrong. For awhile she can be wrong, she says. When God corrects her, like in the idea of sainthood on earth, then she is no longer wrong. I know of one of her, errors. I know of how God eventually corrected her.
For this discussion, I will limit myself to just her learning, there is such a thing as a saint, that is still on the earth. It happened this way.
One day, she finds a hurt boy. He is hurt in ways she has been hurt in the past, and she knows how she was helped with this hurt.
I will relay now, what I remember of this event, that I know of and that even I can remember as this happened to her last year and I am having trouble remembering her details.
He was hurt. He is in Portugal. She is in American, and on the opposite coast of America that is futhest away from Portugal. There is no way for her to fly over there. She prays. She see's her prayers come back. They drop like white pieces of light paper, and never come back to her. "Who can I not pray for!" These thoughts entered her mind. She goes over there, with what might be her heart. She is not thinking. This boy is in a major crisis. She looks first and relays this of her story. "I looked. I saw the black hole. Black is white in God's world, but it looks black compared to all things and all surfaces of God. I saw the hole in the angels heart. It was black and scared me. I went over there the angel was not there. It was just a little boy's heart. He is thirteen, later I would notice it looked different. I did not then. I talked to the heart. It wasn't listening. I hoped it would hear me later. I left but not before I told the boy, that he was okay, just the way he is. The boy emailed. I will call that calling back now. The boy calls me back and about that night, he felt much better. She said she was in crisis mode with this kid, and only acted. Slowly she says he got better, but he didn't want her to leave. She did not. As time went on, she has not been allowed to pray for herself for years now, eventually told the boy. The boy's angel she says, who Jesus gave the ability to see and to speak with this boy relayed messages some of the time. One day she says, the angel stepped back emotionally. He told her, that she is doing fine, and that sometimes even angels need help. So, she says she just let loose and kept talking and explaining, always wondering how and angel could say such a thing. Time passed. She knew her life. Eventually the angel told her, that he could not convince the boy, of his sainthood. She then went at him lovingly like a mother would. Finally he understood. She told him that The Catholic Church, says no one is to pray for saints. They pray for us. She told him, of what happened to her, when she tried to pray for him. Then she said, that she can pray for anyone, but him. She also said, no one can pray for her. That finally helped. Ond day this rather young boy tells her, he violated her statement and decided to pray for her. He said as hard as he tried, each and every time something came up and stopped him. She then slowly made her point to the boy. She says, the boy is fine today in that regard. She later had to listen to the words she spoke, and the heart she worked with, using her heart from thousands of miles away. She then knew that she too was a living saint. A saint to God, but stil alive on earth. It is she who says, Saints work for you, for God. That is really all they do. They are really just working for God, and doing what ever it is God asks them to do. In every new task, extraordinary but needed tools that seem like gifts as they are so wonderful, are put into me, and I never know they are there. Going to that boy's heart in Portugal was one of those. Later, she says, I will make mistakes remembering what happened. Each time I am done with a task, all is taken away, so that I don't think I am that wonderful, but know it is the tools that are such. I become just like everyone else, then. It is a constant reminder of my nothingness compared to God, and my essentially evil thoughts and ways, compared to God. I gave up my free will in a written contract to God about twenty years ago. I am happy He took me up on that. I am not the goodness. I am only the one of many allowed to deliver those goods. And, when I am acting, my actions are perfect normally. The perfection is a good as I am only doing what God wants and not me/I. When I am me/I again, I am not at all perfect. I think all saints are like that. They are infallible in action, but fallible in recollection and sometimes fallible in understanding. "
That is my take on saints also, and it seems to be what is observed with all the saints of The Roman Catholic Church that are dead. Nobody could pray for Padre Pio, I have been told. I do not know if that is true. It is what I have been told. No one could pray for him while he was on earth. She says, everyone can violate that rule with her, but she tells everyone, the prayers still do not go to her, they go back to the person praying, or they go to others. They never go to her. Theresa Little Flower, I think was also like this.
LOVE,
...Mary., .... .
