Last night I had a dream…Father Loren would say, “You and Martin Luther King”…. funny guy!

I find that lately I have been having dreams that have caused me to awaken in prayer. Usually a little something like, “Lord Jesus Christ, son of David have mercy on me, a sinner”… this is different for me. I am not someone that you would look at and say, “There is a prayerful man”, in fact maybe to the contrary.

But last nights dream stands out for me because of the content. From what I can remember I found myself at the bedside of the Pope, no name or identifying marks, just the Pope of the Catholic Church and he was dying, but before he died he gave me absolution and a rosary. The rosary was white, like ivory, with large beads that were inscribed with letters or symbols. Of these symbols the only ones I recognized are the “Α & Ω “ Alpha & Omega.  Then I was received by a beautiful woman in a different location also at bedside, dying and she gave me a radiant blue crystal rosary. The beads were a light, almost translucent blue but very bright. I put a rosary in each pocket one on my left and one on my right….here is where I woke up praying, “Lord Jesus Christ, son of David have mercy on me a sinner”

Weird huh? I have never dreamed like this in the past nor have I ever awakened in prayer before other than as a child begging for the boogie man to leave me be. But like I said over the last week or so …

For me, the road to conversion is riddled with small sharp painful stones.  Lord Jesus Christ have mercy on me a sinner … Amen.

Psalms
Chapter 102

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¹ The prayer of one afflicted and wasting away whose anguish is poured out before the LORD.

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LORD, hear my prayer; let my cry come to you.

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Do not hide your face from me now that I am in distress. Turn your ear to me; when I call, answer me quickly.

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For my days vanish like smoke; my bones burn away as in a furnace.

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I am withered, dried up like grass, too wasted to eat my food.

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From my loud groaning I become just skin and bones.

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I am like a desert owl, like an owl among the ruins.

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I lie awake and moan, like a lone sparrow on the roof.

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² All day long my enemies taunt me; in their rage, they make my name a curse.

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I eat ashes like bread, mingle my drink with tears.

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Because of your furious wrath, you lifted me up just to cast me down.

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My days are like a lengthening shadow; I wither like the grass.

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But you, LORD, are enthroned forever; your renown is for all generations.

14

You will again show mercy to Zion; now is the time for pity; the appointed time has come.

15

Its stones are dear to your servants; its dust moves them to pity.

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The nations shall revere your name, LORD, all the kings of the earth, your glory,

17

Once the LORD has rebuilt Zion and appeared in glory,

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Heeding the plea of the lowly, not scorning their prayer.

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Let this be written for the next generation, for a people not yet born, that they may praise the LORD:

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³ “The LORD looked down from the holy heights, viewed the earth from heaven,

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To attend to the groaning of the prisoners, to release those doomed to die.”

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Then the LORD’S name will be declared on Zion, the praise of God in Jerusalem,

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When all peoples and kingdoms gather to worship the LORD.

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God has shattered my strength in mid-course, has cut short my days.

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⁴ I plead, O my God, do not take me in the midst of my days. Your years last through all generations.

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Of old you laid the earth’s foundations; the heavens are the work of your hands.

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They perish, but you remain; they all wear out like a garment; Like clothing you change them and they are changed,

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but you are the same, your years have no end.

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May the children of your servants live on; may their descendants live in your presence.

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