Is the greatest man that ever lived the one that throws the most powerful punches?

Greetings my children,

The true greatest man is never the one that has an end to his name.  People will pay a good price to see a good fight.  Wrestling is to be fake according to people.

Don’t you wish your life could have been as wrestling, rather then wars?  Yet people pay for a make believe quarrel because fighting seems more acceptable then wars.   I remember seeing two opposing wrestlers in a restaurant having fun. As I looked I felt having been laugh at.  Was my heart unhappy because no one got truly hurt?  Are we not a strange people?

You see we must learn that good also exist.  That good is appraisable.  At the Mission of the Shroud here in Winnipeg, different young women have lived here in the process of healing and finding security, young men also. (Now for learning only please listen.) In the case of one young that is still here, her family members decided that because of the past, that something has to happen in here (meaning sexual activities.) So we were approached. “It looks bad that she lives here. What will people say?” But deep inside it was obvious their minds could not be changed, and that they were right in their eyes. 

Now imagine the human mind. Upset that they could not catch us to confirm that they were right.  Deeply they would rest more peacefully if they could expose their thoughts to this truth, according to them.  It’s like: ‘Let us prove that my daughter is in wrong.’  Can you imagine wanting this girl to be really abused to justify that they are powerful with their vision?  I would hope to be wrong and mostly that I should have never accuse my daughter in my heart as to be evil.  Does it not means that we create differences between children?  Allow me to tell you of a similar, yet I’d say, worse situation.

I grew up in a very religious family.  I was virgin until 21 years old.  At home we recited the Rosary every night with arms as on the cross - stretched outward.  My mother was a very special mother, one who had many visions of the Virgin Mary, the Mother of Jesus upon earth. 

In 1995 (I believe it was my older sister) visited me and stayed at my place.  One night I was in my nightclothes and was bare foot.  We were talking when suddenly she started to cry.  I asked, “What is the matter?” Her reply was this: (in order to get the punch line of this true story I must remind you of being a virgin at the time of home life) “You know you are a much better then all of us (meaning the family)!”“Why do you say this?” I asked. She got up and kissed my feet. You know what she said, “When we were reciting the Rosary every night, some times you were not at home with us. Mother used to tell us that the Virgin Mary had told her that you (Roger) had many children with different women and that I was to coward to let them at least meet their grand children.”

You should have seen my face.  I was virgin at that time and to say that the Virgin Mary would have said a lie.  I said nothing to my sister not to show my pain.  I was so hurt that my own mother would have said something of the sort to my brother and sisters.  After she went back to Montreal, I remember standing in my living room telling my dead mother she was a liar and that I no longer believed in her having seen the Blessed Virgin Mary plus these words of lies.

Some time after Jesus appeared to me with my mother.  I was not sleeping and seeing with my own eyes both of them.  I turned my back to my mother and told Jesus “I’ll talk to you but never her pointing at my mother.”  I’ll never forget his words. “You will kneel before your mother and ask her to forgive you.” So UN-wanting to lose my connection with HIM I said, “She lied about your mother and me!” “My Mother appeared to your Mother but your mother understood not the message like many of you.  Make amend!”  I knelt and asked to be forgiven by her even if it were not clear in my heart.  The message was to be understood as this.  The world will become his family one-day.  Meaning what I am doing now to reach to the world.

We must be careful with messages.  I now ask the Lord to discern for me.  Can you not see the years of influencing my brother and two sisters?  To this day my brother will not talk to me as a brother nor at all.  Can the errors be corrected? Perhaps it could!  However, it is no longer important to me.  Now I say to myself: ‘God knows the truth.  It’s all that matters.  I could tell you so many incredible things of my life that would truly touch you.  Perhaps in time, by your continuing listening for the purpose of not judging any more but for you to learn how others have their own pain.

The next article will be the story of the Mission of the Shroud and how it all started.  You may get a preview in reading all that is in our website.  The Shroud of Turin started in me what I live today.  There are many miracles within and around this incredible way for God to use since He wants us to heal and be happy.  We will show you findings the world has never seen with messages of incredible beauty that only God can provide.

So my friends, my dear friends, the stronger then the two is Allah.  He always places Himself in people’s shoes.  Only HE can fit the shoes of the fisherman.

Thank you and I wish you a good day.

With love

Roger Poisson.

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