Autor: Jurek (---.perm.iinet.net.au)
Data: 2005-11-10 01:30
Droga Alu,
Dosc czesto pisze o "przypadkach" i bliskie jest mi powiedzenie Edyty Stein, "Gdy patrze wstecz w najmniejszym szczegole mojego zycia widze palec Bozy'.
Na Spirt Daily przed chwila przeczytalem:
'Czy wierzysz w "przypadki", oczywiscie nie wierzymy w przypadki. W co wierzymy, ze tutaj na ziemi widzimy/patrzymy na jedna koniec igly, strone, ktora nie ma/pokazuje polaczenia. Kiedy umrzemy zobaczymy do tylu, kazdy moment naszego zycia i zobaczymy , "Och tak teraz to wszystko ma sens".
Trudno uwierzyc, byla narkomanka, gdy wysaidajac z ludki ugrzezla w blocie na plazy i zgubila zegarek wartosci $2000, 9 miesiecy pozniej, 4 mile dalej przypadkowo znalazla go, jak twierdzi za przyczyna Boza, co spowodowalo, ze pozbyla sie nawyku i stala sie praktykujaca Katoliczka. Jej motto jest 'czas', z mojego doswiadczenia dodalbym modlitwa. Mysle, ze gdy sie modle/staram sie "to be in tune with Him' czasem mnie zaskakuje, 'przypadkami' w zyciu, zaczelo sie kilka lat temu, gdy na cyfrowym zegarku zauwazalem specificzny czas np 1.11, 3.33 14.14, 5.15, mowilem o tym wtedy bylemu sasiadowi Hiszpanowi, ze cos w tym dziwnego. Bardzo sceptyczny przeciwnik wiary smial sie, kiedys jednak takze jego uzywajac mnie zaskoczyl Bog nadzwyczajnym przypadkiem, napisalem m. in. http://www.katolik.pl/forum/read.php?f=1&i=92613&t=92594
'A WATCH LOST IN GULF IS FOUND FOUR MILES AWAY -- WITH A MESSAGE TO DO WITH TIME.
Do you believe in "coincidence"? Have you had things fall together in a way you know was orchestrated? There have been some extraordinary cases. There was the case of a man walking down a street in a strange city when a payphone he was passing rang and the operator said it was a person-to-person call -- for a person by his name. He thought it was Candid Camera. (It turned out to be a woman who was seeking his help! The phone number came to her in a vision.) In another more subtle case, a distraught woman was walking on a beach begging God for some kind of word when at that instant she ran across the words "I love you" etched by someone in the sand.
Stacie Toscano of Fort Myers, Florida, was a drug abuser and beautician when she lost her watch -- a $2,000 Tag Heuer designer watch -- on Matlacha Beach just off the coast in the gorgeous Gulf of Mexico across from Sanibel Island. Let's take a look at this "coincidence."
"Drug abuser" meant "crystal meth," or what is known in common parlance as "ice": a stimulant that grants a false sense of euphoria but leads to insomnia and paranoia and -- as Stacie will attest -- lifelessness.
Her world had been falling apart. She and her husband were doing well financially -- she had all kinds of clothes, all the accoutrements, all the "toys" -- but she had been a drug user since the ninth grade and still had not kicked it -- could not kick it. "I was a drug fiend my whole life," she says. "I tried every drug. I would do drugs for six months, then go into rehab. I rehabbed six times."
Then came the "event."
It was two years ago last July -- the summer of 2003 -- when the watch went missing. "That day we were out on our jet skies and I got stuck in the mud," says Stacie, who is now 40. "When I got back, I realized that I had lost my watch."
The drugs went on. The fast lane continued. She was going through a drug "hell." Nine months into a stupor, in January, she and her husband were staying at a bed-and-breakfast that they later bought. She was feeling a peculiar presence around her and wasn't sure what it was. It started to make her paranoid. She felt something and stopped doing the drug (wondering if it was responsible for the feeling of someone around) and yet the feeling didn't go away.
She felt the presence in the day in question.
"We had gotten a brand new boat, put it in water, and headed out to this island, but the presence never left me," says Stacie, freely offering her incredible testimony. "Suddenly I turned right with the boat. I didn't know why. I had been bee-lining for the island and suddenly took a right and I thought, 'Why am I doing this? What is going on? What: does God want me here?' I was zig-zagging in and out of mangroves and I hit this sand bar. I came to a spot where there was a sandbar and my boat stopped. And I saw a reflection, like a jewel."
There on the exposed sand was her Tag Heuer designer watch -- four miles from where she had lost it, nine months earlier.
Obviously, the tide had taken it out. God had done the rest.
"There was my watch sitting on the sandbar!" recalls Stacie, who is now a devout Catholic. "The thought then came to me, like a message, 'All in good time. If you take an 'o' out of 'good' you've got 'God.'"
A lesson there. Several lessons in that! It was like a bolt of lightning. It was Stacie's "road-to-Damascus" experience. Hallucination? By the fruits we know.
Moreover, the watch was still ticking. "It still worked," says Stacie, "and the date was correct."
"From that day forward, I threw away everything that attached me to the old Stacie," she says. "We renewed our wedding vows. I started to go to daily Mass. The Holy Spirit -- I could feel Him in me. I became a Holy Spirit robot. I stopped cursing. It was a miracle. I never did drugs again after that."
Raised Catholic, and educated in Catholic schools -- one of nine children -- she had come back from the land of the dead.
So there was the lesson that when we give things to God, He helps us in His timing. That was one implication. But the suddenness of her conversion led Stacie to believe that it was because of another message: that in a world of materialism, there is little time for conversion.
"I feel a hurriedness -- that He was rushing my conversion," says the beauty salon owner, whose bed-and-breakfast is called The Sun and Moon Inn. "The message was time. I don't like to say end of the world, but I feel something very significant in my spirit. There is no time for sinning. There were all these magazines at the salon and they were falling all over the place and I had them brought out and that's when I noticed that every one of them was Time."
Another little hint? Books and other items do seem to have a way of falling in front of us at propitious times.
Maybe you have "coincidence" stories.
Of course, we don't believe in coincidence. What we believe is that here on earth we are looking at only one side of the needlepoint -- the side that doesn't show the connections. When we die, we'll look back at every moment in our lives and say, "Ah, yes: now it all makes sense!"'
Jurek
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