I was taking care of an elderly lady, doing her laudry and helping her out. She ask from her sunroom to please bring a sheet of paper to scoop us a large black ant that she had smashed to total flatness. I asked her why she had killed this ant that would never do her any harm. She said that the ant should not be here in the house. I said that all like was sacred and killing an ant unnecessarily was not right to do. A little in jest and yet a little serious, too, I said that she should go to confession for killing this innocent ant. I knew a priest was coming to bring her Holy Communion because I had arranged it; so, I felt she should use this opportunity to go to the sacrament of reconciliation to prepare for her receiving Jesus in Holy Communion on the Feast of Corpus et Sanquinis Christi (The Body and Blood of Christ). She actually agreed with me about going to confession. I don't think she would mention the demise of the poor ant. But I wanted to let her know that on this earth, all life is precious. I explained to her that the 60,000,000 babies killed in abortion since Roe v Wade was because of the total loss of the sense of the sacredness of life. Our culture is a culture of death not live. So all life: trees, flowers, ants, birds, animals are sacred because God made them all and God gave them life. What God gives is sacred. She listened with interest because she really is pro-life. I guess what got to me was the ease she had in killing this ant. She - a big woman or nearly 300 pounds - stampted on this ant weighing about the same as a postage stamp.
So, I scooped up the ant in the paper. I started to carry it to the front door to give it a fitting burial in the front yard. But before I got a few feet, it stopped playing dead (it had played dead to not get another smashing) and began to move! This was incredible! It was so smashed when I saw him on the carpet floor which was backed up by a cement floor, that all his legs and torso were completely distorted. I was impossible for it to move. By the time I got to the front door, it was on all 6 feet, upright. As I carried it to the yard, it looked perfectly back to life, fully alive with no injuries. This just could not be! This ant was reusrrected and healed in front of my very eyes!
Would God heal a tiny ant? Well for sure God heard me speak of the value of this ant. Did He want to show His agreement? I have never seen anything like this resurrection in my life. This ant looked like a steam roller had run over it. He was flat. His body would have had to be made of steel to survive a 300 pound smash. The blow the woman gave to this ant was 300 lbs X 100 lbs of trust. That is about 30,000 lbs of force on this little ant. It could not have survived it. To me this was a little miracle. God was proving a point. He knows not only when every sparrow falls from the sky, He even knows when an ant is smashed. He is the Artist. He made the great whales as well as the little guppy. To Him everyting is beautiful and precious. Of course His humans are the most precious. Jesus said: "You are worth more than many sparrows." But His point was this: Sparrows are precious; but you are even more precious.
Here is another example of God's care of little creatures: I had to make a turn around on a large street just after a big rain. I chose an abandoned concrete parking lot that had high curbs. As I pulled in, I notices a lot of water that had collected on the curb's edge that could not be seen from the street but could be seen when driving out of the lot as I was doing. I slowed down to look at this water, even existed the car for a better look because I thought I saw some worms struggling under water. I was right; 4 worms were white because they had drown before I got there. But there were many that were just moving underwater, struggling with no hope. Now, no one pulls into this lot. I had never done so before. But why now? I realized that God's Providence had sent me to rescue these 13 remaining worms. I picked them out one by one. I placed them on the grass safe from falling back into the water. I looked for more worms; but I had rescued them all.
The chances of my driving into to the abandoned lot at that precise time is hard to ever calculate; I believe that it was so unlikely, that I felt that God sent me. Does God worry about drawing worms. Apparently He does. Everything He has made is under His care. My kitten, Leo, is under my care. I take care of him like I would a baby. He lives in a royal palace, eats the best of foods and has the best of royal perches. Nothing is too good for my little Leo. He thinks I am his mother. I say "Meow"; and he answers me with the same tone. He only meows when I meow first. He comes into my arms. Well, if we human take care of out cats, what does God do to take care of us?
Another rescue: this one was overseas. I was at the right place at the right time to notice a large bumble bee in the ocean. I was swimming in the Mediterranian Sea off the shores of Malta. The salt water was up to my chest when I saw this large bumble bee swimming with me. He had landed on the water for 2 possible reasons. He may have been tired and just had to land on the water since we were quite a ways from land. The other is might not have had any experience with deep water and just landed hoping it would be a supportive surface. Whatever the reason, this bee was going to drown. How much water had he already swallowed I do not know; but he was not very active. No doubt he had been in this perdicament for some hours. If another swimmer were to come by, he or she would probably not risk a rescue because getting stung would not be very pleasant. But I would not hesitate to rescue this bee; and God knew that. Now this little bee and me, how did we meet when I lived 13 hours of air flight away. So we - the bumble bee and me - lived many, many thousand of miles away; but here we are a few feet from each other. I scooped up the exhaused bumble bee into my open palm of my hand. He was so tired that he just rested there. He did not try to escape or even walk away. He just rested: soaked, tired and exhausted. But he was alive! I walked with my hand high as to not get him washed away. I got to shore and took him far from the ocean and far enought from people, too. He was safe. He was home on mother earth. Maybe he went on to make thousands or more little bumble bees down the generations that came from him. What strikes me most in all of this is that people or animals or insects that only we will see will depend on to live. If we do not save them, they will die. I sent two letters with photos to the 875 Planned Parenthood clinics across the nation to plead for the lives of babies in the womb. I asked Planned Parenthood to use thier funds and resources and medical personnel to SAVE babies in the womb not kill them in the womb. It cost about $3000 to do those mailings. I do not know how many babies were saved. I did get a call from one P.P. location to thank me for the info. I sent them especially pictures of babies in the womb sucking their thumbs. I am very partial to this picture because that one picture DID save a baby's life. Here is how: I was praying and counseling women going into an abortion clinic here in Michigan. An African-American woman brought her 15 year old pregnant daughter into the clinic for an abortion, and they both disappeared inside. The father of the pregnant teen lingered behind and had not entered the building. As he walked passed me, I called out to him: "That little girl is 5 months pregnant!" Seemingly glad to have someone to talk to, he replied: "She is a little more than 5 months pregnant." I said: "Do you know what a 5 month old baby in the womb looks like?"
He said: "No." I said as I handed him a beautiful color photo of a baby in the womb at 5 months sucking his or her thumb, "Here is what a baby looks like at 5 months in the womb!" He took the picture and reacted emotionally and said: "O my! Can I have this picture!" I said: "It is yours!" He then hurried into the clinic, and I saw go up to the steps to the second floor since the stairway is all glass. He was inside for about 15 minutes. Then out he came with daugther and wife in tow. The precious teen was just as big as she was going in. Besides no abortion could be performed in 15 minutes. The father - grandfather to the baby in the teen's womb - really acted like a true "Papa"; he saved the life of this little child. He will always know that he did; and one day that child will find out of his heroic deed. When he came out, his face was most most serious. He had been in a battle with the nurses, the doctors and his wife - maybe his daughter - but in now way was he going to let anyone take the life of his grandchild. Good on him! Only he could have saved that child; and he did it!
You, my dear reader, will be placed into a special circumstance that only you...you alone...will will be able to rescue a child or even a patient. We need more and more women and men outside of abortion clinics to counsel women to not abort but give birth to their children. Maybe only you can talk to the heart of a teen to show her love and help...to give her the compassion and help she needs. Don't put any guilt on her; put love and compassion and support. These pregnant teens need a mom and dad figure to give the UNCONDITIONAL love. And anyone who has had an abortion, please send them to project Rachel.com to get the healing love they need. You can write to Planned Parenthood, too, to ask them to save not take lives. By googling Planned Parenthood by State, you can get all 875 clinics names and addresses. I did.
Lastly, regarding saving patients! Do you know that 70% of doctors in the Netherlands have performed euthanasia on patents WITHOUT the patients knowledge or consent. How long will it take for this to become US policy? Roe v Wade has taken the lives of 60,000,000 babies lives WITHOUT THEIR CONSENT! Where there is wholesale abortion (1.3 million a year), euthanasia is very close to follow. There are patients here in the US who get lethal doses of morphine to end their life not just kill pain. I has happened. Assisted suicide is illegal but there are those are pushing to get legislation passed to legalize such so called mercy killing. When this legislation is past with consent of patients, then is a just a slippery slope to euthanize patients without their consent. One doctor in the Netherlands who killed a patient without consent of the family was asked, did the patient ask for this? He replied the patient did ask for euthanasia. They asked him how did he ask? He said, "The patient said, 'Help me!'" Now this doctor committed murder because "Help me" does not mean "Kill me!" But this is what we are in for here in the US. I know a patient who had a bad infection but he was paralized. He was of no use to society. He name was Lee. I visited often. He told me he overheard a nurse say when a bloodtransfusian was ordered for him: "What a waste!" Lee did die under that nurses care. He went in for a urinary infection and came out a corpse. What happened to him? I believe proper care was denied to him because they felt he was unfit to live. So, please when any of your relatives and friends go into hospital, do leave them in the care of doctors and nurses. Be a watchdog. My daughter, Christin, a registered nurse, saved my life at HFH. She noticed my hemogloben very, very low. He told the doctor I was bleeding unteriorly. He did not see that in any way; but she insisted on tests to verify her suspicians. It took 4 hours of corre tive surgery to stop my interior bleeding that the tests verified. My abdomen was so full of blood! So, Christin saved my life. If I did not have a nurse daugher, I would not be writing to you now. I would be in heaven.
I I write to you, I see two swans 200 feet away on Lake St. Clair. I see them often. When I an at the shore, they come swimming to greet me. Maybe they think I will feed them which I did not a couple of seansons ago. But what is marvelous about these great birds is their magnificent beauty and gracefulness. When they fly pass me side by side, you can hear the distinct whistle of their wings in the downward thrusts. O, here is one who has now come to shore. Sometimes they put their wings out like sales and let the wind push them around to travel faster than they could by paddling. Amazing. Only God can make swans; and only God can make you!
LOVE, Pio
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