Question for father K?
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i seen on his profile he is Anglican
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Hi Michael,\nI don't know if a phone number will be of any use any more.\nI met the Laray D. Taite once, a few weekends ago. I was walking to the corner market for a loaf of bread when I had to pass by a neighborhood church. I was somewhat acquainted with the structure as it was always mentioned in the newspaper's community section. Known as "The loft," folks would gather there on Thursday evenings for poetry readings. \nHowever, this day happened to be a Saturday afternoon and a pair of gentlemen greeted me as I walked by. They invited me inside to sample an hour of their presentation. Ok, I went inside and found myself to be a prospective new recruit for their brand of religion. \n\nMost of the pews were filled with hooded monks chanting a haunting rhythm. There were others who like me, were wearing their regular denims. The service began like most others that church-goers would be familiar with. A grand master of ceremonies led the group through some songs and gave a sermon. Near the end of the hour it was time for their ritual of "laying on of the hands." Some of the parishioners would come forward and ask for prayers for their ailments or for a sick grand mum who fell down in the tub. All the hooded dudes whose faces could not readily be seen would all place a hand on the person and their combined energies were presumed to have a strength and expedite a solution to the problem. \n\nOK now, there was another new guy in the pews who was watching eagerly. I recognized Laray D. Taite from a wanted poster viewed earlier at the post office. When he saw a chance, he approached the ring of conspirators and described how he was always moving around and never able to settle down. The hooded goons closed in upon him, all to make a physical connection. The master of ceremonies began a prayer, a dogmatic mix of logic and pure hocus-pocus. I immediately saw the effects of the procedure as the tension went out of Laray D. Taite's body. When the beseeching was near an end, the master asked, "Are the brothers ready?" \n\nA suspenseful few moments passed until he almost shouted, "NOW!" \n\nOn that cue, the brothers began to pummel their hapless victim. Continually delivering blows over head and to the solar plexus until Laray D. Taite was down on the floor getting stomped. After another minute, the grand Pooh-Bah decided the treatment administered was sufficient to induce a relaxing calm that would assuage the nervousness of Laray D. Taite for a long, long time. \n\nI can't say for certain if Laray D. Taite got the comeuppance he deserved as I had a loaf of bread to buy and some other errands to do that day. I hope for you Michael, that you do find a sense of closure to this difficult episode of life. \n\n-Kobb
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k, what about them? Use the details to state the question :)
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ask god about it. ask him to take control of the situation.
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what are you saying?\n\nIF you mean the Kingdom of God, the price was/is not locked away....it was PAID on Calvary....and for everyone to see.  It was no weakling that went to the Cross that day...That was the PRECIOUS SON OF GOD.\nThat was the price He had to pay to redeem us from Hell.\n\nHow would you feel if your son paid a price like that?  Would you like for someone to make fun of it?\nBrother, payday is coming...I hope you get ready.
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Dear BrianK24:  Although many traditional religions of the West teach that at Ascension Jesus rose unto the Father and sits at His right hand - please bear with me in a more "maverick" teaching.  I have learned that when Jesus left us He was able to go before the Creator.  He was given time in His Presence.  BUT, He was also then asked to be in charge of the Sonship, in partnership with the Holy Spirit,  and to continue teaching through Mind to Mind at anyone's slightest invitation to come into their life ; many of us have that Relationship with Him.  We ask questions and He teaches us in a voice we recognize  - in our minds.  His work is ceaseless until the Separation has ended and every single created one of us has safely returned Home.\n\nBest regards, Lana
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I appreciate the flattery you two have given me.\nHowever, there can only be one real Rev Trask.\nYou two have your wit. I have the Holy Gospel. Repent and come to Jesus.
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Father, We come before you and ask your Mercy and grace for this person.  Please use this time to show him your love, compassion and power as he rests in your mercy.  Please restore him from the top of head to the soles of his feet.  Give the physicians the knowledge on how to treat him.  You are our Great Physician.  We ask for his life, and we pray your will in his life.  Lord change him so he will be able to share his testimony with others.  We ask this in Jesus Holy Name.  Amen.
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Is the Pope Catholic?! By golly Miss Molly, of course Bob can fix it!!!! LoL--Yeah, maybe there was a BIT of sarcasm there...! Haha =)
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I pray to him because he is the closest I've ever had to a real Father! He never scolds me, but waits for me to have a conversation with him! Prayer is a privilege, and we feel so much better when we talk with him, share our deepest thoughts/worries/joys!
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Hi "One_man_woman",\nOne time, I was walking to the corner market for a loaf of bread when I had to pass by a neighborhood church. I was somewhat acquainted with the structure as it was always mentioned in the newspaper's community section. Known as "The loft," folks would gather there on Thursday evenings for poetry readings.\n\nHowever, this day happened to be a Saturday afternoon and a pair of gentlemen greeted me as I walked by. They invited me inside to sample an hour of their presentation. Ok, I went inside and found myself to be a prospective new recruit for their brand of religion.\n\nMost of the pews were filled with hooded monks chanting a haunting rhythm. There were others who like me, were wearing their regular denims. The service began like most other church-goers would be familiar with. A grand master of ceremonies led the group through some songs and gave a sermon. Near the end of the hour it was time for their ritual of "laying on of the hands." Some of the parishioners would come forward and ask for prayers for their ailments or a sick grand mum whom fell down in the tub. All the hooded dudes whose faces could not readily be seen would all place a hand on the person and their combined energies were presumed to have a strength and expedite a solution to the problem.\n\nOK now, there was another new guy in the pews who was watching eagerly. I noticed he had a shaky-leg syndrome. When he saw a chance, he approached the ring of conspirators and described how he never was able to settle down. The hooded goons closed in upon him, all to make a physical connection. The master of ceremonies began a prayer, a dogmatic mix of logic and pure hocus-pocus. I immediately saw the effects as the tension went out of the man's body. When the beseeching was near an end, the master asked, "Are the brothers ready?"\n\nA suspenseful few moments passed until he almost shouted, "NOW!"\n\nOn that cue, the brothers began to pummel their hapless victim. Continually delivering blows over head and to the solar plexus until he was down on the floor getting stomped. After another minute, the grand Pooh-Bah decided the treatment administered was sufficient to induce a relaxing calm that would assuage the nervousness for a long, long time.\n\nI can't say for certain that the syndrome was lifted permanently as I had a loaf of bread to buy and some other errands to do that day. I hope for you "One_man_woman", that you can find a cure.\n\n-Mark
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Ask him why people have made him the son of God?\nEveryone knows his Momma is Mary.
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He has a website, and if the tour information isn't posted there, you should be able to contact someone via his site for more information as to his next speaking dates.  \n\nEnjoy your visit with the bishop.  =)
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I was away from the church for several years and when I first came back I understood the need for community worship.  The Holy Spirit was sending me all these people that were truly enriching my spiritual journey.  People needing help in their own apostolates, some had stories I needed to hear, some providing knowledge I would not have otherwise gleened.  It was a rich and exciting experience.  Back then I knew it was because of my devotion to the Blessed Mother and my devotion to the rosary.  That was several years ago and now it's like pulling teeth to drag myself to Mass each Sunday.  I have a wonderful priest to whom I've confessed several missed Sunday Masses and he said once, "I know God has so many graces in store for you if you will make Sunday Mass a priority."  I love Daily Mass and I love the Eucharist...I don't know.  I'd love to share more and hear more of your journey...E-mail me.  Maybe we can help each other.
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I'm sorry that you had so much trouble and pain in your life.  I am Catholic also.  I was away from the church for a long time because I just kinda wanted to do my own thing.  It was about 4-5 years ago that I started feeling something missing in my life.  I couldn't figure it out.  Initially I started looking for a sense of meaning in my life.  Tried a couple churches, even a Methodist church.  Nothing felt quite right until I found the church I attend now.  It's a Catholic church.  It is truly amazing when I look back now on things that happened in my life and to people I love.  I looked at things very much like you.  My son went to jail, I was in financial hell, didn't have the greatest relationship with my wife which caused us to separate for a year.  Looks pretty gloomy huh?  Where was God during all this?  Well, my son was running with some pretty bad people.  He was put in jail where he had time to reflect on where his life was going and he now attends mass with me and my wife who are now together with a relationship stronger than ever because we needed time apart to see how much we needed each other.  As for the finances, we still live week to week, but when I look back, there is always enough there.  There is always a sum of money that comes from somewhere right before we really need it.  Sometimes God doesn't give us what we want.  Sometimes that's a good thing because we rarely know what we want and our mind is always changing.  Mostly God gives us what we need.  Because he knows us.  I doubt what I said will change your mind about God right now.  But please keep in mind what I said.  Please give Him time to work in your life.  I don't know what you have been through, but maybe some of the things were for the better.  For your better.  Maybe they weren't what you wanted.  Maybe they were what you needed.  God is always there waiting for you to turn around and talk to him.  Start small and tell Him how you feel.  Even if it's anger.  Tell Him that you hurt and need healing.  I know it's cliche' but even if you don't believe in him, he believes in you and he loves you very much even if you don't feel it.  Faith isn't a feeling.  Faith is what keeps us praying when we have no feeling to grasp.  If everyone had that feeling of God's love and presence, there would be no need for faith.  Hang in there my friend.  God Bless you.
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I think you would like an orthodox priest doing it.  It's pretty cool and because they do it in the tongue of origin you will not find it offensive because you will have not idea what is going on.   The insense smells great.  It's truely and experience. Seriously, it's cool. Generally you need to make a $100 donation.
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Hi Michael,\nI met the RobertE.Cashion once, a few weekends ago. I was walking to the corner market for a loaf of bread when I had to pass by a neighborhood church. I was somewhat acquainted with the structure as it was always mentioned in the newspaper's community section. Known as "The loft," folks would gather there on Thursday evenings for poetry readings.\nHowever, this day happened to be a Saturday afternoon and a pair of gentlemen greeted me as I walked by. They invited me inside to sample an hour of their presentation. Ok, I went inside and found myself to be a prospective new recruit for their brand of religion.\n\nMost of the pews were filled with hooded monks chanting a haunting rhythm. There were others who like me, were wearing their regular denims. The service began like most others that church-goers would be familiar with. A grand master of ceremonies led the group through some songs and gave a sermon. Near the end of the hour it was time for their ritual of "laying on of the hands." Some of the parishioners would come forward and ask for prayers for their ailments or for a sick grand mum who fell down in the tub. All the hooded dudes whose faces could not readily be seen would all place a hand on the person and their combined energies were presumed to have a strength and expedite a solution to the problem.\n\nOK now, there was another new guy in the pews who was watching eagerly. I recognized RobertE.Cashion from a wanted poster viewed earlier at the post office. When he saw a chance, he approached the ring of conspirators and described how he was always moving around and never able to settle down. The hooded goons closed in upon him, all to make a physical connection. The master of ceremonies began a prayer, a dogmatic mix of logic and pure hocus-pocus. I immediately saw the effects of the procedure as the tension went out of RobertE.Cashion's body. When the beseeching was near an end, the master asked, "Are the brothers ready?"\n\nA suspenseful few moments passed until he almost shouted, "NOW!"\n\nOn that cue, the brothers began to pummel their hapless victim. Continually delivering blows over head and to the solar plexus until RobertE.Cashion was down on the floor getting stomped. After another minute, the grand Pooh-Bah decided the treatment administered was sufficient to induce a relaxing calm that would assuage the nervousness of RobertE.Cashion for a long, long time.\n\nI can't say for certain if RobertE.Cashion got the comeuppance he deserved as I had a loaf of bread to buy and some other errands to do that day. I hope for you Michael, that you do find a sense of closure to this difficult episode of life.\n\n-Roob