
Yesterday turned from an ecstatic morning to my worst nightmare.
I began my day inviting the Holy Spirit to fill my heart. I went to Holy mass and had many hours of prayer and adoration.
I went home filled with renewed strength. I came across an article on “Praying to the Holy Spirit in Tongues”. I never had any experience with Catholic Charismatics since I am always drawn to orthodoxy and the traditional Holy Mass. However, out of curiosity, I just wanted to know what this is prayer is all about.
My interests stem from memories during the first demonic manifestation of my son. If it was not for charismatics in our parish, my parish priest, who never experienced this kind of phenomenon, will be lost. Our parish secretary was a charismatic with special gifts of deliverance and healing. She was able to direct our parish priest on what to do when the devil manifested itself and became very violent inside the Church.

The ordeal took 5 hours. The Charismatics just knew what to do. They prayed in “tongues” which I later found out were prayers of the angels. It is almost a direct language between the person’s spirit and the Holy Spirit. It bypasses the intellect and goes directly from the spirit to then towards our God.
All I heard were strange sounds but I did not feel repulsive about it. From that time on, I had such respect for all Charismatics. Their gifts are truly from the Holy Spirit and they give these gifts to others selflessly. I began to realize my bias against them were fruitless. Their ministry is very charitable and beautiful.
So, when I came across this article about “praying with the tongues”, I was glued to it yesterday. I did have a desire to pray in “tongues” but I wanted to be sure that I won’t invite any evil spirit in the process, so I read more and more.
Then, my youngest kid, now a 5 year old boy came up to me in tears. He told me that his two brothers, 12 and 10 years old, put pillows on top of his face and he could not breathe.
It could just be “rough housing” but since I grew up in an “all girl’s school” and in a household with 3 female siblings, this is “murder” in my eyes.

I went to the bottom line of what happened, after I read Genesis 37 on how the half brothers of Joseph tried to get rid of him. Is there something these boys can learn from this?
They reflected that they were playing and imagining about an “avalanche” . The 12 yo boy puts the gigantic cushion pillows, sat on top of the 5 yo to make it a more realistic suffocating experience. As the 5 yo struggles to get out with a few more spaces of air available to him, the 12 yo called his younger brother from the kitchen and commanded him to get more pillows “to cover all areas where air can possibly enter”. He told his younger brother to join him, sit on the pillows so their 5 yo brother could possibly not be able to get out.
The 10 yo recounted how our 5 yo wiggled to get out and they just got more pillows to make sure he cannot get out of the “avalanche”. This story brought so much tears and sadness in my eyes as I connect the traumatized face of my 5 year old to what actually happened. How could your heart not be crushed?
I know my two older boys carried it too far and were in a play mode and that it was just a game.
Yet, I thank God that He had mercy on the situation and was able to let my 5 yo escape. I also knew deep in my heart that my 5 yo is a very strong boy like his father. I mean, really strong. He can lift a dining table at 2 years old.
However, I was filled with torments and imagined the “claustrophobic” feeling experienced by my 5 year old. I was raging inside because my 5 year old is like an angel. How could they think to bully him like this?

After I reprimanded the two boys, my 5 year watched me in silence. When the boys left the room, I told my 5 year old that we should forgive them. He knelt down in front of the Cross and he prayed for his brothers. Peace reigned in my heart because the bottom line is he is safe. I knew his guardian angel will always protect him. I also knew that he was a strong boy. Then, I remembered that I gave my day to the Holy Spirit and filled with His grace, how could I feel disturbed with this situation?
And, since I was not ready to forgive or to let go, the rest of the evening was horrible. I gave the enemy a legal right to attack me and my family further because I could not forgive.
I knew it. But, I was just too prideful. The unforgiveness in my heart feels good. But, on second thoughts, it was heavy. I do not understand why I am rebelling. I do not understand why it was hard to forgive. I knew I was definitely tormented. New ugly thoughts came to my mind. I went into despair. And, I was waiting for my husband to rescue me with a word of encouragement. But, when I did not get it it, I felt very disappointed. I wanted to leave my family.
I wanted to “divorce” my husband because I did not feel he disciplined the two boys enough with an understanding of what happened. I did not feel justice was done. My husband’s reaction to the situation surprised me and baffled me. He did not make a big deal about it. And, that hurt my feelings.
I felt he did not love my baby as much as he loved the other kids. It is as if, the RAD kids are so problematic that he was more worried to give them a road back home more than talking to my 5 year old about it and explaining to him what happened. Yes, he addressed the situation with the criminals but not with the victim.
And this is what I feel is always happening to our family, my husband always do not make a big deal about any RAD behaviors. After thinking about it, I realized that my husband did similar bad things when he was boy. In fact, he did worse things. He pulled the arms of his brother out of the socket just playing around.
I cannot expect my husband to sympathize with my frustrations with our RAD children because he did far worse childish stuff while he was young. What was strange and RADish for me was so normal for him.
While I was without mercy, he was at his most patient and understanding self when he has to deal with RAD behaviors.
This is my unique cross in life. I cannot share with my husband my cross because he is partly my cross. However, in his own understanding of life, he gives too much to the family.
I think this is the same way with our RAD children, they actually think they are giving already too much. They do not see the filth in their lives because they are actually trying very hard and they get very very hurt and frustrated when we do not accept their efforts and treat it as “what is expected”.
RAD children remain clueless to what society expects of them. And, we try to help them narrow the gap in these expectations and the norms so people can have fun with them and accept them. But, they try so hard.
The solution is like a two-pronged fork: we must let go of unforgiveness as the first step. And, the second step is, if we can’t forgive, it has something to do with our prideful heart.
Where does pride come to the picture?
In my case here, since I feel “above” these RAD behaviors, I feel “no way, I would act that way. This is absurd!”
Thus, the forgiveness required from mothers and parents who are taking care of RAD children must be endless. We must force ourselves to exhaust our hearts with this desire to forgive.
But, it is not easy especially when there is a risk of life involved. We want to escape the horrid invisible life that few people can capture or even imagine.

Yet, we must forgive them. We must forgive them for almost killing their younger sibling. We must forgive them for doing it again at another time and situation. We must forgive them for destroying our favorite items in the house. We must forgive them for destroying the expensive toys of their siblings and a part of their rooms or house. We must forgive them for stealing our precious possessions. We must forgive them for not recognizing the grief, worry and frustrations they cause us.
Remember always that if you find it difficult to forgive them, you can at least begin to seek the HOLY SPIRIT in your hearts. Go read scriptures especially PSALM 91. Praise God with a song over and over. Whatever happens do not remain idle playing with negative thoughts over and over again. Because, idle thoughts will be invaded by the enemy. You will be severely tormented to give up.
It is true that forgiveness cannot change the past, but it sure can change the future for you at least. Without these heavy feeling in your back, you are free to love again.
At the end of the night, my heart was heavy. I felt misunderstood. I felt alone. But, I woke up with a renewed heart that I have to experience this so I can write about unforgiveness and pride.
I thank God for the gift of my Catholic Faith for I can go to my Confessor and tell him my sins of unforgiveness and through this sacrament, Jesus will bless, comfort me and console me and FORGIVE me for my UNFORGIVENESS.