Eddy
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Eddy
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The 'Holy Bible' is God's Love Letter to us.
St. Padre Pio 🙏
Turning to the disciples in private he said,
"Blessed are the eyes that see what you see. For I say to you,
many prophets and kings desired to see what you see,
but did not see it, and to hear what you hear, but did not hear it."
Luke 10:21-24 🙏
December 2, 2025 at 2:35 AM
you have revealed them to the childlike. Yes, Father, such has been your gracious will.
All things have been handed over to me by my Father.
No one knows who the Son is except the Father, and who the Father is except the Son
and anyone to whom the Son wishes to reveal him."
December 2, 2025 at 2:35 AM
Tuesday of the First Week of Advent 🔥
Justice shall flourish in his time, and fullness of peace for ever.
Psalm 72:1 🌹

Jesus rejoiced in the Holy Spirit and said,
"I give you praise, Father, Lord of heaven and earth, for although you have hidden these things
from the wise and the learned
December 2, 2025 at 2:35 AM
Monday of the First Week of Advent 🙏
Let us go rejoicing to the house of the Lord.
Psalm 122:1 🌹
November 30, 2025 at 9:39 PM
Yet somewhere far south, Lucia still sang, soft and steady, trusting one day the wind would carry her home.
AI ✍️
November 30, 2025 at 9:39 PM
“Orders are wind.” And before the moon rose, they flung her across the sky to a land of strangers.
Down in the orchard, the family set an empty place at the table. “It is Thanksgiving,” they whispered, “when no one should fly alone.”
November 30, 2025 at 9:39 PM
This year, homesick for the old trees, she flew south to surprise them for the feast of thanks. But at the great glass gate, iron-beaked guards seized her, though a wise owl judge had cried, “Let the bird stay!”
“No matter,” the guards clanged.
November 30, 2025 at 9:39 PM
Once there was a small bird named Lucia, raised in a northern orchard where the apples grew sweet and the winters were kind. Every autumn she helped her adopted family gather the harvest, her wings bright against the red fruit.
November 30, 2025 at 9:39 PM
the Son of Man will come."
Matthew 24:37-44 🙏
November 30, 2025 at 1:33 AM
For you do not know on which day your Lord will come. Be sure of this: if the master of thehouse
had known the hour of night when the thief was coming,
he would have stayed awake
and not let his house be broken into.
So too, you also must be prepared, for at an hour you do not expect,
November 30, 2025 at 1:33 AM
carried them all away.
So will it be also at the coming of the Son of Man. Two men will be out in the field; one will be taken, and one will be left. Two women will be grinding at the mill; one will be taken, and one will be left.
Therefore, stay awake!
November 30, 2025 at 1:33 AM
Jesus said to his disciples:
"As it was in the days of Noah,
so it will be at the coming of the Son of Man. In those days before the flood, they were eating and drinking, marrying and giving in marriage, up to the day that Noah entered the ark.
They did not know until the flood came and
November 30, 2025 at 1:33 AM
let us conduct ourselves properly as in the day,
not in orgies and drunkenness,
not in promiscuity and lust,
not in rivalry and jealousy.
But put on the Lord Jesus Christ,
and make no provision for the desires of the flesh.
Romans 13:11-14 🌹
November 30, 2025 at 1:33 AM
cane skittering away, while the pack ran off with her bleating baby.
Maria lay there burning, tasting blood and chemicals, wondering how the world let hyenas win.
AI ✍️

Saturday of the Thirty-fourth Week in Ordinary Time 🙏
Give glory and eternal praise to him.
Daniel 3:83🌹
November 29, 2025 at 1:39 AM
She screamed, reaching with blind instinct. One hyena raised his pepper spray and fired straight into her face, point-blank. Fire exploded in her eyes, her throat. She staggered back, helpless.
Before she could fall on her own, another hyena shoved her hard. She hit the frozen ground,
November 29, 2025 at 1:39 AM
Maria was twenty-two, pushing her eight-month-old in a stroller through the Minnesota cold, her cane tapping the icy sidewalk. Suddenly the hyenas came—ICE agents in black, laughing like they do on the savanna—tearing her baby gazelle from her arms.
November 29, 2025 at 1:39 AM
She gasped, blind, stumbling back.
Before she could fall, hands shoved her down. Hard. The concrete rose up to meet her, a brutal slam that stole her breath. The hyenas didn’t care. Through the searing pain, the only thing she knew was the terrifying emptiness where her baby should be.
November 29, 2025 at 1:39 AM