There are physical scars and wounds that can be a source of embarrassment, leading someone to feel judged or humiliated. We neglect our own humanity, ignore our imperfections and flaws, the very flaws that makes us a Mark. After facing my own personal battles over the last few years, the Mark of Christ has evolved to include those marked with the battle scars of life. My life after Traumatic Brain Injury, and its invisible scars, caused me to reconsider my own judgments and the marks we may not see, the invisible disabilities, the personal deficiencies that so many of us face every day. Giving each subject a voice and a platform, will serve to knock down the stereotypes, and reclaim those moments. The movement celebrates rocking your Mark, showing the world who you are and what can happen when we look past a few inches of flesh. It is the opportunity to see the whole picture, so we truly understand that having a mark is just the beginning, the true journey of life is about being a Mark. The stories in the Mark of Christ photo journal are directly from the individuals themselves. It takes each Mark and introduces them and their journeys, how they stared adversity in the face and learn to really live life again.
This is my story...well the first of many miraculous moments.
Our Lady of Medjugorje, Mary mother of God.
The Story of my Pilgrimage to Medjugorje Italy is marked on my body. It is the map and journey Of THE MOMENT IN TIME WHERE I SAW,FELT AND MET GOD. The first moment was when we were praying in the mountains of Assisi. We were in a small cave where St. Frances of Assisi would go pray for months at a time. This was before the Christian generation had praise and worship bands churches that turned into concert halls tattoos were not looked at spiritually acceptable. Along with that, there's about 20 of us in the small space when it came time for silence we held hands and prayed out loud, someone began to speak in tongues, one person Fane to the floor and everyone else was consumed by the spirit the Holy Spirit is it if a warm blanket or put around each of us and a beautiful winter storm. After 15 minutes or so I started to look around I wasn't crying, I was not talking in tongue's in fact I've never even seen it firsthand and I wanted to cry I wanted to feel and I began to get upset. As we came out of the cave I went up to one of the priest in our group and ask I don't understand, why am I not getting? Why can I cry why are these people feeling all of this. I was angry and I strayed away from the group and they got lost… Shocker !! I found myself walking this path down into these rocks that were in the center of this arena like cove.
I decided to open my journal and write hy prayer and simply tell god what was in my soul..little did I know...what followed changed my life forever. I opened the book and began to write. I wrote"I hear a cry and still ask, why NOT I. In this moment it was as if someone put ear phones on...the noise canceling ones. everything was still , no sound. A voice said to me, "You don't Have to cry because I have already done it for you". My eyes welled up but did not spill and it started to rain and in the trees I could here each drop as it became the most beautiful sound in the world. In that moment I though of every person I loved and wanted them to be with me in their moment with god. Little did I know God was just getting started, the rest of the 2 weeks, miracles happened that scientifically impossible. You will have to read the rest of the story in my up and coming book DRIVING NAKED with GOD. DrivingNakedwithGod.com . You will have to wait to hear about the butterfly you see tattooed on my side, flying through Vatican city and slowly taking its form and landing on my rose on my arm that came and sat on the binding of my book as I was on top of Apparition Hill.........
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