“Who’s In Your Spiritual Posse?” 5

Something has made a big difference in Jeff’s prayer life over the past month, and he wants to share it with you. Find out how the Communion of Saints can transform your spiritual life and learn tips for developing your own “spiritual posse.”


Shownotes

  • If you could have anyone in all of history pray for you, who would it be? If Mother Teresa were alive right now, and you two had tea together, would you ask her to pray for you? — 3:00
  • Jeff talks about meeting Saint Pope John Paul II for the first-time — 4:58
  • “Christianity was never meant to be a solo sport.” Learn about what it means to say that the Church is a family — 6:38
  • How does Jesus share his suffering and intercession with his body? Why does he ask us to pray for each other? — 9:15
  • What is the Communion of Saints? — 9:30
  • A month ago, Jeff put together a spiritual “posse” of five saints, and he works on building a relationship with each of them every day. Each saint is a patron of an area in life where Jeff wants to grow. — 11:10
  • How can you put together your own spiritual “posse?” — 15:00
  • Jeff reveals who is in his “posse” — 23:00
  • Tell Jeff who is in your spiritual “posse”!
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  • Jae Sue

    Great tips, Jeff! Thank you!
    Some of my “Go to Saints:
    1. “St. Joseph, please provide merciful solutions to my problems.” (taught to me by a dear priest) 2. St. Joan who said before she died, “Lord if I am in a state of grace, please keep me there. If I am not, please put me there.” 3. St. Rock is the intercessor for those with knee problems. My healings this past summer were miraculous! 4. St. Ann (my Confirmation name and names of both my grandmothers)-I think to myself how many times she (and St. Joachim) must have sweetly hugged and kissed Jesus and of course, Our Blessed Mother!

    I have a long list of friends in Heaven and I am thankful to God for permitting their intercession. What a generous gift from our Heavenly Father.

  • Mama Lama

    As long as I can remember, St. Anthony held position in my posse as the go-to saint whenever I lost or misplaced anything, showing himself ever reliable, to the point of ridiculously faithful, in response to my pleas. Over the years my unbelieving husband somehow tuned-in to even my faintest whisper to St. Anthony and questioned this practice. So, when he found himself missing the keys to not only our house and car but to his office, having nearly exhausted himself in the search, I said, “Honey, in my world when I face this, I ask St. Anthony for help.” Reluctantly and self-consciously he petitioned, “St. Anthony, please help me find these keys!” A short time later he went to tend to something at the back corner of our one acre lot. He returned to the house quickly and, with complete shock on his face, held out the keys.
    On another occasion, I arrived home from Sunday Mass to find him perched on our back porch. Inquiring of this peculiar position he explained that he couldn’t find his work pager and feared missing an urgent need. He continued that while he was sitting at the kitchen table reading the paper, he asked St Anthony to help. “Something told me to go out onto the porch and sit quietly. So I did.” We sat in the silence until suddenly he popped up, said he heard something I certainly couldn’t, walked deep into a flower bed and produced the wayward pager. Encouraged by St. Anthony’s responses, through the years Rob implored his aid so frequently that he felt comfortable invoking him with, “Yo, Tony!”
    Robbed passed away suddenly. When our pastor shared the paradox of an seeking-unbeliever choosing recourse from a saint to the point of such familiarity that he felt welcomed to do so on a first name basis, it not only added a moment of levity to the memorial service, it caused him to ponder why believers are not so at ease speaking with the saints. Fr. Sill must have taken this to heart as well for the following week, during Stations of the Cross, he lost his place. One of the participants, who also attended the memorial service, told me afterwards that Father grew flustered then stopped and uttered, “Yo, Tony!”

  • Susan Bortnick

    Just listened to ” Who’s in your Spiritual Posse” and going to get that started for myself. Jeff, thank you and going to continue to listen. I have taken the Bible Timeline once in 2015-2016 and taking it from 2 different parishes in 2016-2017. Just love what I am learning and truly growing in my faith. The peace that I have been looking for so long is finally here and will continue living it, speaking it and learning from it. So grateful to have found who and what God wants me to be. Thank you.

  • Mama Lama

    As long as I can remember, St. Anthony held position in my posse as the go-to saint whenever I lost or misplaced anything, showing himself ever reliable, to the point of ridiculously faithful, in response to my pleas. Over the years my unbelieving husband somehow tuned-in to even my faintest whisper to St. Anthony and questioned this practice. So, when he found himself missing the keys to not only our house and car but to his office, having nearly exhausted himself in the search, I said, “Honey, in my world when I face this, I ask St. Anthony for help.” Reluctantly and self-consciously he petitioned, “St. Anthony, please help me find these keys!” A short time later he went to tend to something at the back corner of our one acre lot. He returned to the house quickly and, with complete shock on his face, held out the keys.

    On another occasion, I arrived home from Sunday Mass to find him perched on our back porch. Inquiring of this peculiar position he explained that he couldn’t find his work pager and feared missing an urgent need. He continued that while he was sitting at the kitchen table reading the paper, he asked St Anthony to help. “Something told me to go out onto the porch and sit quietly. So I did.” We sat in the silence until suddenly he popped up, said he heard something that I certainly couldn’t, walked deep into a flower bed and produced the wayward pager. Encouraged by St. Anthony’s responses, through the years Rob implored his aid so frequently that he felt comfortable invoking him with, “Yo, Tony!”

    Rob passed away suddenly. When our pastor shared the paradox of an seeking-unbeliever choosing recourse to a saint to the point of such familiarity that he felt welcomed to do so on a first name basis, it not only added a moment of levity to the memorial service, it caused him to ponder why believers are not so at ease speaking with the saints. Fr. Sill must have taken this to heart as well for the following week, during Stations of the Cross, he lost his place. One of the participants who also attended the memorial service told me afterwards that Father grew flustered then stopped and uttered, “Yo, Tony!”

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