755. No Matter How I Sat, He Would Always Come Over and Step On My Injured Foot
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๐ย 755. No Matter How I Sat, He Would Always Come Over and Step On My Injured Foot
The Blessed Mother said, โIt was I, your Mother Mary, who invited you to the meeting in the United States,โ and promised that great blessings would be bestowed there. Knowing this well, the cunning devils, in order to prevent me from going to the United States, deceived me by making it look like an accident and broke the big toe on my right foot, which is the most crucial toe.
At an orthopedic clinic in Gwangju, they put a half cast on my right leg up to the knee and told me to buy crutches. But instead of properly casting my broken right big toe, which needed to be wrapped well, they left the toe exposed and only put on a half cast. Nevertheless, I believed, โSurely the Lord must have a will in this,โ and, offering it up with Semchigo as if it had been done properly, I returned home.
Since I had to attend the Blessed Motherโs conference in Pittsburgh, the USA soon, I was very careful not to get hurt any further and to recover quickly, so I began to use crutches.ย
However, despite my efforts, my broken toe kept getting hurt again and again. At that time, many pilgrims were coming every day. I used to stand on the altar to deliver the messages but after breaking my toe, I could no longer stand, so I spoke while sitting with my injured foot stretched out.
But Mr. Rufino kept bumping into my broken toe as he walked by. While I was earnestly delivering the message to the pilgrims and everyone was focused, he would suddenly pass by to water the flower arrangement before the Blessed Mother and both going and returning, he would inevitably kick my injured toe. Each time, I quickly said, โOh Jesus, praise and glory to You!โ and offered it up with Semchigo as if I had been loved.
Since I needed to recover quickly, I placed my foot on the side where people would not pass by and gave the message from there, being careful that it would not be stepped on again. But no matter which side I put my foot on, Mr. Rufino would always go right where my foot was, stepping hard on it as he went to water the flower arrangement in the back. And on his way back, he stepped down hard on it again, and the pain was so sharp that an โAh!โ almost escaped me.
However, since I was delivering the message, I made sure not to make a sound. Even as cold sweat ran down my body, I earnestly prayed that this pain would be offered as a grace to the pilgrims, so that the words of the Lord and the Blessed Mother I was conveying would take root firmly in their hearts. Moreover, Mr. Rufino, oddly enough, always went to water the flower arrangement on the altar whenever I was speaking there.
Then, would both the listeners and I not be distracted while I was delivering the message? From a human perspective, one might think, โHe could at least stay still while I am delivering the message and water the flowers at another time.โ However, knowing well that the attacks of the devil go beyond our common sense, I could immediately recognize that this, too, was an attack of the devil to prevent me from attending the Blessed Motherโs conference.
And I quickly realized that it was the work of the devil, trying to block the graces that the pilgrims were to receive. So each time my foot was stepped on, I offered it up with Semchigo as a Prayer of Life, with Semchigo as if I were being loved by Mr. Rufino: โTrample our egos so that we may be renewed. Especially, trample the bad habits and egos of all those attending the Blessed Motherโs conference and the pilgrimsโmost especially Mr. Rufinoโs various protruding egos, both big and smallโso that we may become small and humble souls living according to the will of the Lord and the Blessed Mother.โ Doing so filled me with great joy.
โAh, so the Lord is giving me His love through Mr. Rufino! No matter how much I try to avoid it, the Lord still gives me love through people, even in this way!โ With this thought, I did not lose my joy.ย
About a week after my toe was broken, Mr. Rufino passed by carrying a flowerpot.
But at one moment, he dropped that heavy flowerpotโand it fell right onto my already broken right big toe! Immediately, I offered it up with Semchigo as if I were being loved, turning it into a Prayer of Life for the pilgrims. Still, the pain shot up my leg all the way to my groin with unbearable intensity. When I went to the hospital and had an X-ray taken, I learned that my big toe had fractured again and had become even worse.
With my departure date just around the corner, the doctor said it was very serious and put my leg in a full cast. But although it was only my toe that was broken, he casted my entire leg up to the knee in a thick cast, yet the very toe that should have been protected was still left exposed. On top of that, the nurse gave me three intramuscular injections in the buttocks, but none of them went in properly.
Then the doctor said, โOh, come on, why can you not just do it? Just jab it in!โ The nurse tried again to give me the injection, but it still would not go in. So the doctor came over himself and tried to force it inโbut instead of penetrating, the needle snapped back out! At that moment I thought, โIt must not be the Lordโs will for me to get this injection,โ and I simply walked out of the hospital.
Humanly speaking, things kept happening that were beyond understanding. Still, I thought, โThis must surely be the work of the devil trying to obstruct the Blessed Motherโs conference. Even the doctor himself may not realize what he is doing.โ With that in mind, I regarded all these happenings as my own fault and offered them up.
And the cast was so thick and heavy that even with crutches I could hardly walk and to get up to the attic someone had to push me from behind. Because the full cast went up above my knee, it was so heavy that I could barely even crawl and I was left lying down, unable to move, longing to visit Mr. Bong Andrew but unable to go see him.
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