Some weeks ago I was watching a T.V. show called Bill Moyers and Company. On this particular week he was doing an expose on the "Nuns On The Bus" movement in the United States. Towards the end of the program Sister Corito Ambro from the Saint Augustine soup kitchen in Cleveland Ohio related an experience which I found rather fascinating. I believe that the experience she describes was her reception of Divine Love even though she says she cannot explain what happened to her. I could be wrong. I'm just wondering if anyone else thinks that this might be an experience of Divine Love or maybe something else. Here is the link to the video which also includes a full transcript text of the show. The video is an hour long and Sister Ambro's story is at about the 20 minute mark. http://billmoyers.com/episode/full-show ... -politics/
I understand from the Padgett messages and those that followed and as Geoff has explained, it doesn't require any special action on our part other than to pray earnestly from the soul to receive this Love. A message I recently read seems to also indicate that when we give love, God's Love enters our soul. http://new-birth.net/contemporary-messa ... ober-2004/
("Give Your Love" Oct 15th, 2004)
I am wondering that since Sister Ambro gave her love, she may have received Divine Love in return as I would also assume Mother Theresa may have done.
Here is Sister Ambro's story in her words:
SR. CORITA AMBRO:
These people that come into this hunger center, I love each and every single one of them and they know that. And they’ll often come to me and say, “Can I have a hug today? I need a hug.” Because, they need somebody to let them know they loved.
And I found out the hard way that a touch is really important for so many of these people. I had a gentleman that came down into the hunger center and I gave him a huge hug and just, you know, thanked him for coming. One of the homeless men came up to me and he tapped me on the shoulder he says, “you know what,?” He said, “Sister, I’m angry with you.” I said, “Well, why? Why are you angry with me?” He says, “You know, I’ve been coming to eat here for three years and never once did you receive me the way you received him.” And I couldn’t. This gentleman had lice in his hair, his nose was on his beard, he was just a mess. He had at least five to seven coats on, and he stunk to high heaven. I just said to him, “Jimmy, one of these days,” because I didn’t know how to handle it. One of these days. And I remember going home and crying because I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t hug him. And it was the hardest thing in the world. And every day, he’d come in and say, “Is today the day? Is today the day?” And I couldn’t for a while. But through prayer and pushing myself I got to the day when I could give Jimmy a hug. (And that day something happened inside my heart, which opened it up to something I can never explained,)
and ever since that day I’ve been able to hug any one of them that walks into this hall. No matter what they smell like, no matter what they look like, no matter who they are.