There Are More Than Can Be Numbered
- F M SHYANGUYA
- Jul 3
- 5 min read
Updated: Jul 14
"Blessed are those who have not seen and have believed."
Then he said to Thomas, "Put your finger here and see my hands, and bring your hand and put it into my side, and do not be unbelieving, but believe." Thomas answered and said to him, "My LORD and my God!" Jesus said to him, "Have you come to believe because you have seen me Blessed are those who have not seen and have believed." - Gospel | Feast of Saint Thomas, Apostle, Thu, July 3, 2025
Also, there are additional things connected with this story and in general many wondrous deeds in my life and journey with Heaven, that as Psalm 40 says, 'were I to proclaim and tell of them, they would be more than can be numbered.' None compares with our God!
So said the one note ending this post: A Man Full of Sores by Francis KEN Xavier (A Vision at Sacred Heart Church Salinas, CA).
So that those who have not seen may believe and thereafter be blessed, Heaven would like to make known a few more of The LORD Jesus Christ's wondrous deeds:
God's Troubadour: The Story of St. Francis of Assisi - Sophie Jewett | A Man Full of Sores by Francis KEN Xavier (A Vision at Sacred Heart Church Salinas, CA) |
To Francis it seemed the most sacred place in the world, as he walked up the great nave, between the long rows of columns, and as he knelt to pray before the altar. | The Tabernacle is to my left, and I genuflect before it just at the same time as the Priest and at least one server are processing in. I decide to go and sit on the very first pew to the right facing the altar. |
In the shade of a column, a little apart from the others, a beggar was crouching who neither cried to the passers-by, nor clutched at their cloaks. He only stretched out a thin hand, and looked wistfully up into their faces. | As I enter the Church, and to my right alongside the wall, [between two columns in perhaps the 3rd arch from me], there is a man who I take to be a beggar, and he is in a crouched position. |
Suddenly, acting as he always did on the moment's impulse, Francis spoke to the silent beggar and led him away to a deserted corner at the further end of the portico. He gave the man a piece of money and, with no explanation, proposed to exchange clothes with him. | Then I take off my jacket, and after taking out my wallet from it, I give it to the priest and ask him to give it to the man. This makes a deep impression on the Priest and as he takes the jacket, I then proceed take out ALL the money I had in my wallet and ask him if he would give it to the man as well. The Priest appears to be even more amazed, and says something, but I can't quite catch what it is that he says. |
The beggar stood stupefied as Francis began to pull off his own rich cloak. | The Priest appears to be even more amazed, and says something, but I can't quite catch what it is that he says. |
What became of the man we do not know | I too, never saw the man again. |
Outside the gate of the hospital, crouched against the wall in the sunshine, one of the lepers sat to ask alms of passing travellers. The poor man was covered with sores, and revolting to look upon. At sight of him, Francis felt a sickening sense of disgust and horror. | He is full of sores and the whole Church reeks from the stench of his sores. |
Then an old, bent woman spoke: "Mad or not, he has a kind heart. It was his gold that kept my poor Giovanni alive last winter. I wish that more of the rich folk were mad like him." | [...] |
Francis sprang from his horse, and, kneeling in the dusty road, he lifted the leper's hand to his lips and kissed it, as he had been taught to kiss the hand of a bishop or a prince. | During Mass, I think to myself that after Mass, I will go up to him, embrace him and kiss him, and give him my jacket. |
[B]ut Francis Bernardone was not mad. Instead, he had learned, through his own failure and shame, a lesson that some men never learn; for, "though I give all my gifts to feed the poor, and have not love, it is nothing." From that spring morning, at the gate of the leper hospital, until the day of his death, Francis of Assisi never met the man who was too filthy, or too loathsome, or even too wicked, for him to love. (1/2) | Will you let the blinded see If I but call your name? Will you set the prisoners free And never be the same? - The Summons Using me as an instrument, Francis Dbl OG regained his sight via a miracle worked by The LORD Jesus Christ. |
[B]ut Francis Bernardone was not mad. Instead, he had learned, through his own failure and shame, a lesson that some men never learn; for, "though I give all my gifts to feed the poor, and have not love, it is nothing." From that spring morning, at the gate of the leper hospital, until the day of his death, Francis of Assisi never met the man who was too filthy, or too loathsome, or even too wicked, for him to love. (2/2) | Will you kiss the leper clean And do such as this unseen And admit to what I mean in you And you in me? - The Summons John Bell & Graham Maule Even more clearer why Heaven has this in the playlist they constituted for me. |
Princess St Catherine of Alexandria
Under Heaven's guidance, I completed this post, 'A Man Full of Sores by Francis KEN Xavier (A Vision at Sacred Heart Church Salinas, CA)', at a public library that I have recently started visiting. There is one lady on Staff, who is very polite, helpful and respectful. Computer passes are for 60 min. Whenever she is at the desk and I ask her that I would be grateful for additional extension, she is always very generous. I may ask for 30 min, and she may add 75 min or say I need 1 hour and she may add say 2, and it turns out I actually needed more time than I initially thought needed added.
Yesterday, I complimented her, telling her that she is very helpful. Then I proceeded to ask her name.
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Her name is Kathryn I showed her the icon of Princess St Catherine of Alexandria on my phone.
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