Thursday, March 14, 2019

When the Devil arrives at 6:40 in Medjugorje

When the Devil arrives at 6:40 in Medjugorje


By Louise Roseingrave
The body was thrashing; it took six men to control its charged strength. The crowd was praying feverishly in Italian, ‘Santa Maria, prega per noi.’ Those words now etched in my memory. I had gone with an open mind to Medjugorje, Bosnia Herzegovina, where Our Lady has been appearing to six visionaries for the past 32 years. But I wasn’t expecting to meet the devil.

I was wandering by St James’ Church, where millions of pilgrims attend beautiful masses and prayer services, when I stumbled upon an exorcism.
I pushed my head in through the crowd. It was a horror show I will never forget.
The priest was bent over an Italian woman, aged in her 30s, whose face was contorted in rage.

Her lips were pulled back as she bared her teeth, hissing, straining, snarling and writhing. The priest had the bible in one hand, reciting scripture.
With his other hand, the priest repeatedly made the sign of the cross on the woman’s forehead. Another, younger priest was administering holy water for the woman to drink.

Her pupils were so dilated that her eyes were pools of black. Her hands were clawing at the air, the fingers curled and poised to scratch.
The scene was so grotesque and disturbing that a number of those praying were crying.
I had to fight back the tears myself. As if to rally each other against this diabolical enemy, the crowd formed a circle of prayer, holding hands.
There I was, in the middle of it, frightened out of my wits, yet utterly intrigued by this ancient ritual in action.
The demon inside hissed and seethed every time the crowd blessed the woman with holy water. The demon alternated that frightening sound with abusive cursing of its tormentors, the priests, uttered through its diabolical, other-worldly gurgling.
The woman’s face relaxed a little and she joined in the recital of the Rosary with those around her. The tension eased slightly.

We were all praying, literally, for her deliverance. “Prega per noi,” she said.
And then, out of nowhere, the woman’s neck muscles stretched and strained, pushing her head right into the priest’s face, the lips curled back, the teeth bared and this blood-curdling, hideous laugh emerged as if to say ‘fooled you.’
I found the whole thing so disturbing that I wondered what would become of this woman. How long would this process take? After 30 minutes or so (I had missed the previous two hours), the demon subsided, the woman’s body went limp, and the priests placed her in a seated position on a nearby bench. She looked dazed and confused, like someone coming-to after fainting. Exhausted, she began to cry.
Among the crowd, a teenage boy was so traumatised he burst into tears.
The rest of us departed slowly, shocked and deeply disturbed by what we had seen.

All that night, I couldn’t remove those images from my head. Recalling the screeching voice sent shivers down my spine.
There has been much speculation that the Pope performed an exorcism on a wheelchair-bound boy, at St Peter’s Square, earlier last week. It may have been a deliverance. Any kind of blessing serves the purpose of driving away evil. The Vatican and the Church play down the ritual of exorcism, perhaps to not frighten believers and not attract more bad press.

But in Medjugorje, where Our Lady is welcomed with respectful silence everyday at 6.40pm, instances of possession and deliverance are common.
“Wherever Our Lady is present, so is the devil,” I’m told by experienced visitors to Medjugorje. Demons in pilgrims become enraged in the holy presence of Jesus and the Virgin Mary, as if they cannot bear the sanctity.

Some forms of exorcism are straightforward, such as deliverance, perhaps from a chronic addiction or other, debilitating behaviour. Instances of demonic possession can be drawn out and dramatic and can continue for days. When I ask what a person may have done to attract a demonic infestation, the answers vary, but the occult, I am told, particularly ouija boards, are significant dangers.
This sends me scurrying to confession. I believe in God and I go to mass. I pray and live a good life, though I am not always successful.
But stumbling into the midst of something so disturbing changes a person’s perspective.

Experiencing the hellish wrath of that demon had a profound effect.
I went to Medjugorje for one week and stayed for three. I had previously travelled the world seeking spiritual truth, staying at a Hindu ashram in Nepal, with Buddhist monks in the Himalayas, and lapping up the generous ethos of Islam in the Middle East and Indonesia.

I trained as a yoga teacher in India, moved to a cottage in the countryside in West Cork, and took part in some punishing pilgrimages at Lough Derg.
But nowhere else have I found the sense of peace, light and love that exists in Medjugorje.

Miracles abound every day there; personal, life-changing miracles.
Catholicism, with all its sacraments and sacred rituals, is celebrated.
Thousands kneel and pray before the Blessed Sacrament during the outdoor ‘holy hour’ in the basilica, yet you can hear a pin drop, such is the level of reverence.
Adults are routinely reduced to tears, sometimes great wracking sobs, as an understanding of years of pent-up pain and frustration is realised, the first step in healing.

I became a junkie for holy hour in Medjugorje, watching siblings, couples, friends, and families embrace in love as the 60 minutes drew to a close. In a world brimful of lies and deceit, I found the truth in Medjugorje.
And the truth is that the devil does exist, he’s just very good at duping people into thinking he doesn’t.

Confession: the Grace of Healing and Deliverance

Grace and Healing

Confession: the Grace of Healing and Deliverance
By June Klins

       When I was in Medjugorje last November, my roommate was not feeling well one day, so she stayed in the room and watched MaryTV on her phone. She told me about a powerful episode of Fruit of Medjugorje (#335) that I needed to see. When I finally watched it at home, I was convinced it needed to be shared with our readers. This is the testimony of Fr. Ray Donohue. It was long and I will not be able to do it justice, but I hope this will inspire you to go to MaryTV and watch the testimony in its entirety. 

       Fr. Ray first heard about Medjugorje while in the seminary. Later as a young priest, a Croatian priest did a presentation about Medjugorje at his parish. Father was interested, but never dreamed he would be able to go. Some parishioners got together and paid for his way, and the adventure began… 

      On that first of 29 pilgrimages, Fr. Ray said there were 200 people and they had to stay in Dubrovnik and drive back and forth every day. One of the things that really impressed Father was the heartfelt prayer of Fr. Slavko Barbaric. "He spoke from his heart…and I said, ‘I want to be like this man. I want to be a holy priest.' That changed my whole priesthood." 

      When Fr. Ray returned, he began Marian and other devotions in his parish, which continue to this day. Father was able to return to Medjugorje the following years, except for two years when they were told it was too dangerous to travel because of the war. He continued to spread Our Lady's messages by doing presentations and distributing rosaries and medals, especially to school children. 

      As he waved his cane, Fr. Ray said that he has rheumatoid arthritis and was told he would be in a wheelchair by the age of 50. He said he is now 60, and although he had to retire early because of the arthritis, he has been blessed to be able to climb Apparition Hill and Mt. Krizevac. He said he calls himself an "old goat," but pilgrims call him a "billy goat" because he gets to the top before they do! Father said it takes him a long time to get down the mountains because he stops to bless everyone who asks for a blessing. "It's what a priest does, what a priest should be doing – blessing, bringing people to Jesus."
Fr. Ray with a little friend in Medjugorje
Fr. Ray with a little friend in Medjugorje
       Father then related an experience he had one May when he went to Medjugorje. He said that he had a remarkable encounter with an Italian Byzantine Rite priest. They both spoke in their own languages but could understand each other perfectly! The Byzantine priest asked Father if he was an exorcist because he was wearing a St. Benedict cross, and Father said he was not. The priest handed him a St. Benedict rosary, which had all St. Benedict medals as beads. After Fr. Ray kissed it, he handed it back, but the priest said, "No. Father, you are going to be doing exorcisms… Pope Benedict has sent our order here, where there is very, very good and there will also be very evil…The Pope sent us here to look for exorcisms, and you will be doing them." Fr. Ray knew he needed permission to do exorcisms, so he asked one of the priests there about it, and the priest responded, "You just have to ask yourself at this point, 'What would Jesus do if there was a need?' How would you respond?" Father said he would respond in prayer. 

      Two days later, the Mass had been moved to the Yellow Building, but Fr. Ray assumed they would still vest in the church sacristy, so he went there, but no one was there. He said at the time there were usually 50 or 60 priests. As he began vesting, all of a sudden, the door opened and three young people were "thrown" through the door. One of them, a little girl, landed on her face. They were Italian, but Father heard the girl say, "Father, please help me." He thought she was sick, so he pointed to the restroom. She said, "No, Father. No, please." So Father went over and lifted up her head to see what was wrong, and saw that she had no eyes at all and it was all black. "She started hissing at me. It was a horrible, horrible sound." Then she pushed Father and he went flying back. He threw his cane down, put his hand on her head and said, "In the name of Jesus Christ, I command you, evil spirit, you come out of her, you don't enter anyone else, and go to the throne of God to be judged by Him." Again, she threw herself down on the ground and started making a dreadful noise. Father said the only way he could think to describe the noise was the slaughtering of a giant pig he had witnessed at a farm when he was young. But he said this noise was "a million times worse". "It was ungodly, unearthly." He said that although she probably weighed no more than 70 pounds, she threw him and he went flying. In the meantime, a nun entered the sacristy, so he gestured for her to pray. 

      Father continued to pray that same prayer, but she got stronger and stronger. But as he prayed, he also felt himself getting stronger. Then he remembered the St. Benedict rosary, so he pulled it out and put it on her. "She screamed as if I had just put acid on her." Father prayed the prayer again, but added, "In the name of Mary." He began to feel her getting weaker. Then she started slithering along the floor like a snake. Father was on her back, praying as hard as he could, and she was trying to throw him off, but she was getting weaker. He told the other two young people to pray hard. Just then, a little Italian priest came into the sacristy. Fr. Ray asked him to pray, so the priest began praying in Italian and she weakened more and more. Finally there was one last push, and she fell like she was dead. Father motioned to the other two, a boy about 18 and a girl about 17, to help him up. The little girl put her head at Father's shoulder and started crying. He looked down at her and saw a beautiful Italian girl with big brown eyes. Father consoled her, "It's OK. He's gone. He's never coming back." 

      By now the Italian priest was gone, and they were alone, so Fr. Ray asked what happened. The teens said they had been to Mirjana's apparition at the Blue Cross and that at the moment when everything got silent, they heard a dog bark, and then the girl started screaming. They looked at her eyes, and then decided they needed to get to the church. They said they took a few steps among the thousands of people there, and the next thing they knew, they were pushed into the sacristy. Father asked if they had been to Confession. The two older ones said they had been, but the little girl (about 14 or 15) had not. Father asked her if there was anything she could have done that offended God, and she replied that a few days before, she and her friends were playing with a ouija board and they had a séance.
      When Fr. Ray got home, he told his experience to the bishop, who gave him faculties to perform exorcisms to assist the diocesan exorcist. Father has been doing exorcisms ever since. He has linked 100% of the exorcisms he has done in his area to a certain very evil place that is nearby. He warned to stay away from ouija boards, séances, readings, tarot cards, etc. "These are instruments of evil…that opens a door, a portal." He said that the evil one is going after young people today in droves.
Fr. Ray praying on Cross Mountain
Fr. Ray praying on Cross Mountain
       Father told another incident that happened on Mt. Krizevac about five years ago. There were three Italian ladies who were screaming, so the people gathered them into an opening at the base of the big cross. One was making more noise than the other two, so Father went to her. She had broken loose from the two big men who were holding her. She threw Father quite a distance. Father got up and went back over to her and began the prayers of exorcism. She began laughing at Father in a terrible masculine voice. Father told everyone there to pray. He said he usually does not do this, but he asked the demon his name. When he looked again, the woman had no eyes, but there were circles there. Father told her she would not be laughing long because God would triumph. A horrible voice came out saying, "She's mine and you can't have her." Father said, "She's not yours. She belongs to Jesus." This went back and forth, and finally the demon said, "My name is Riches and Wealth and people love me." Father said that the sad part is that many people do love riches and wealth rather than putting God first, but if people could see what riches and wealth do, they would hate it. 

      Father continued to do the prayers of exorcism and she began biting him, so he had to hold her mouth down. Father told everyone there (about 200 people) to pray the Litany of the Saints, since demons hate that prayer. One of those saints must have touched the demon and it began getting weaker and weaker. Father prayed, "I command you, Riches and Wealth, in the name of Jesus Christ, you are to go directly into hell, never come upon the face of this earth again. Never come into this person or anyone else. You are damned to hell for all eternity." Finally it let out a big scream and she lay flat. Father told her to say, "Mary" and she said, "Maria" and he told her to say "Mary loves me," and then "Jesus" and then "Ave Maria gratia plena." Father told the people nearby to help her up, and when they did, he saw her beautiful brown eyes. Father said that the other two were also possessed by Riches and Wealth, that this was a powerful demon because it possessed all three of them. They all prayed together, and then Father told them he wanted them to go to Confession. He told them they needed to go once a week for the grace, preferably to the same priest, for spiritual help. 

      After everyone left, Father stayed at the cross to pray. Soon an elderly lady tapped him on the shoulder and asked him to pray for her granddaughter who was about 14 years old and looked sickly. Father began praying and the girl put her arms around him. He thought she was hugging him, but soon it became like a death grip and she started laughing in a horrible laugh. He started praying the prayers of exorcism and she fell. She got up and put her arms around him again like a death grip, as he kept praying. She did this three times until the demon left. Father could tell this was a lesser demon. Father said there are demons and damned souls and that sometimes the demons get the damned souls, which aren't as strong, to possess people or attach to them. "Sometimes it isn't a possession…it's an attachment. They attach themselves to some people…But you have to open a portal. It doesn't just happen where a demon is going to jump into you. If you're praying and you're keeping up your spiritual life and you're going to Confession on a regular basis…and you love God, the demon can't possess you. We're possessed, in a sense, by God and His love." 

      Fr. Ray summed up his testimony by saying, "Medjugorje literally changed my life. I always wanted to be a priest. Our Lady opened the door for that. There's so much more that has happened in my life through our Blessed Mother, through Her guiding me, through Her leading me, through these Medjugorje pilgrimages. So many people have come back to the faith – confessions I hear here – [after] 40 years, 50 years." 

      Father pleaded, "I would just ask people to pray – pray for their priests, pray for their parishes. Priests are human. We make mistakes. But at the same time, we want to be good priests, and the more you pray for your priests, the better your priests will become, the holier your priests will become." 

      Father concluded, "If we have the eyes of faith, we can see how God works in our lives. And what I find in Medjugorje – our Blessed Mother gives us the eyes of faith. She lets us see from our hearts and then everything becomes a joy. Even our sufferings become a joy. And I thank God because I had to retire because of my rheumatoid arthritis. I'm busier now than I ever was! And I'm doing things that Our Lord and our Blessed Mother have asked me to do that I never dreamed I can do. And I know it's through my feeble state as a human being. It's what Our Lady is telling all of us: ‘Turn to me and I will work through you, and nothing is impossible with God.'"       

Marriage is only between a man and a woman

This is a floodgate to horrific sins

Only God's marriage is fruitful and brings about human life! And homosexual "marriage" mocks God's plan for marriage and procreation, and opens the floodgates to unthinkable sins. By doing thousands of rosary rallies at this critical point in America's history, you and I can move God and the Blessed Mother to intervene and protect true marriage!

And I invite you to pray a rosary for marriage in a public place with a few friends.

It's simple. And we've done thousands of them for years.

You can become a rosary captain for God's marriage by filling out the enclosed reply form. Please also indicate on the reply card if you need a free marriage rally banner that says:

Marriage = One man + one woman! I will get that shipped out to you ASAP!

Already I've enclosed an instruction manual with my letter so you will know just what to do.

And if you have any questions, you can call me at 866-584-6012.

Not even Sodom and Gomorrah legalized homosexual "marriage." Tragically, our Supreme Court did and with that America has become worse than Sodom (not in our hearts, but on an official level).

Since you are a God-fearing soul, I don't need to explain to you what this means for the future of America and our children.

In good conscience, you and I cannot remain indifferent to this national sin.

But how can we fight back?By the supernatural power of the Holy Rosary. Because there is no problem, no matter how grave, that the rosary cannot solve, as the Blessed Mother told Sister Lucia of Fatima.

So, we MUST turn to the rosary to win this historic spiritual battle.

That's why we're planning rosary rallies all across America at noon on Saturday, March 23. We will beg Our Lord, Our Lady and Saint Joseph to favor true marriage and the traditional family. We will beg God to hear the cry of His people.

You are invited to be a rosary captain, which simply means to lead a rosary in a public place with a few friends. It's simple.

We did 21,145 rallies last October in the Public Square.

Let's do 3,000 for traditional marriage now!

So please become a rosary captain on March 23.

Our Blessed Mother is counting on you to become a rally captain.

And America Needs Fatima will support you, every step of the way.

As I said before, you can call 866-584-6012 for immediate assistance.

And in your instruction manual, you will find helpful tips and the full prayer program for the rally.

You will also receive a beautiful free banner that says, "God's Marriage = 1 Man + 1 Woman." (If you already have one, please use it.)

Plus, as we pray for God's marriage, we also pray and ask for the fulfillment of the Virgin Mary's promise at Fatima in these words:

"Finally, My Immaculate Heart will triumph!"

Her triumph is coming. Until then, we must proclaim to the world the hope and certainty in Her triumph.

So, please sign up to become a rosary rally captain today!

As I said, the rallies for God's marriage will take place in honor of St. Joseph, on the 23, close to his feast day, March 19th.

See, St. Joseph is our powerful patron. Why?

Because St. Joseph is the "Chaste Spouse of the Blessed Virgin Mary."

Never was there and never will there be a better, stronger, more perfect husband than Saint Joseph. The sacred and chaste marriage between St. Joseph and Our Lady was the holiest ever. Therefore, we ask St. Joseph to watch over us, to protect us and to restore Traditional Marriage.

And you can help restore traditional marriage by uniting yourself with Our Lady and St. Joseph and by doing a rosary rally.

In fact, most Americans love and support traditional marriage. On our public street campaigns, we see a majority of honks and thumbs up even in places where you wouldn't expect it. You can see a video of HONKS in Brooklyn in support of God's marriage by CLICKING HERE.

But the liberal media and the radical homosexual movement work hard to move and finance large public opinion campaigns to replace traditional marriage with same-sex "marriage."

They even call these unnatural and sinful arrangements "families."

Sadly, many politicians and clergy who support traditional marriage fail to stand up to the advancing homosexual agenda. That is why the lay Catholics like you and I must do it!

So, please stand with thousands of rosary captains, with St. Joseph and with the whole heavenly court and do a rosary rally on March 23.

Thank you!

I remain,.....................


JOHN CHRYSOSTOM

“[The pagans] were addicted to the love of boys, and one of their wise men made a law that pederasty . . . should not be allowed to slaves, as if it was an honorable thing; and they had houses for this purpose, in which it was openly practiced. And if all that was done among them was related, it would be seen that they openly outraged nature, and there was none to restrain them. . . . As for their passion for boys, whom they called their paedica, it is not fit to be named” (Homilies on Titus 5 [A.D. 390]).

“[Certain men in church] come in gazing about at the beauty of women; others curious about the blooming youth of boys. After this, do you not marvel that [lightning] bolts are not launched [from heaven], and all these things are not plucked up from their foundations? For worthy both of thunderbolts and hell are the things that are done; but God, who is long-suffering, and of great mercy, forbears awhile his wrath, calling you to repentance and amendment” (Homilies on Matthew 3:3 [A.D. 391]).

“All of these affections [in Rom. 1:26–27] . . . were vile, but chiefly the mad lust after males; for the soul is more the sufferer in sins, and more dishonored than the body in diseases” (Homilies on Romans 4 [A.D. 391]).

“[The men] have done an insult to nature itself. And a yet more disgraceful thing than these is it, when even the women seek after these intercourses, who ought to have more shame than men” (ibid.).

“And sundry other books of the philosophers one may see full of this disease. But we do not therefore say that the thing was made lawful, but that they who received this law were pitiable, and objects for many tears. For these are treated in the same way as women that play the whore. Or rather their plight is more miserable. For in the case of the one the intercourse, even if lawless, is yet according to nature; but this is contrary both to law and nature. For even if there were no hell, and no punishment had been threatened, this would be worse than any punishment” (ibid.).

AUGUSTINE

“[T]hose shameful acts against nature, such as were committed in Sodom, ought everywhere and always to be detested and punished. If all nations were to do such things, they would be held guilty of the same crime by the law of God, which has not made men so that they should use one another in this way” (Confessions 3:8:15 [A.D. 400]).

Crowds of faithful flock to frozen Lake Michigan for rare glimpse of underwater crucifix

Crowds of faithful flock to frozen Lake Michigan for rare glimpse of underwater crucifix

One of the few crucifixes recorded to be under a fresh water source rests as a monument to fallen divers.

An estimated 1,200 faithful braved the frigid cold and an a trek across the frozen Lake Michigan to view a large crucifix that rests under usually murky waters. Located about 800 feet off the shore of Petoskey, Michigan — about 22 feet underwater — the massive 1,850-pound crucifix is one of the very few known to rest under a fresh water source.

Visitors to the site wait in line to enter a small tent, which prevents the sun’s rays from obscuring the view. With further aid from underwater lighting, the cross is viewable through a small hole made in the ice. That so many would wait in line over the frozen Great Lake is a testament to the importance of the monument to the small town of Petoskey.

The crucifix, carved by Italian artisans, was not initially meant to rest below Lake Michigan. Commissioned by a wealthy farming family from Rapson, Michigan, the nearly life-sized model of Christ was meant to mark the grave of their 15-year-old son, Gerald Schipinski, who had died in a shotgun related accident on their farm, in 1956.

Unfortunately, the long trip from Italy to Rapson had its own struggles, which resulted in one of Christ’s arms breaking off, along with other damage. The grieving family refused to accept the broken piece of art, not wishing to honor their son with a damaged memorial, but sending it back to Italy would prove to be prohibitively expensive. Instead it was displayed for a year at Rapson’s St. Joseph’s Roman Catholic Church and then put up for auction.

NCR reports the crucifix was bought for just $50 by the Wyandotte Superior Dive Club, from the Detroit downriver suburb of Wyandotte, who then put up an additional $900 to repair the broken arm of the Christ sculpture. On Aug. 12, 1962, carried by the U.S. Icebreaker Sundew, the crucifix was laid to rest in the waters of Lake Michigan to commemorate Charles Raymond, a diver from Southgate, Michigan who drowned in nearby Torch Lake.

The initial resting place of the cross was about 1,200 feet off the shore and was submerged 55 feet. After several years, this was deemed too difficult of a dive for the majority of divers to appreciate, so it was moved about 400 feet closer to the shore, where it rests now. Eventually, the club expanded its remembrance to include all divers who have lost their lives in Michigan’s waters.

Now, it is an annual tradition that one weekend of February or March — when the ice is thick enough to allow — is dedicated to viewing the monument. For the last 3 years the ice has been too unstable to support the crowds, but in 2015, the last year the cross was viewed, it drew an estimated 2,021 visitors. These pilgrims stood in line in arctic weather conditions for over two and a half hours for a rare glimpse of Christ resting below the ice.

The village in Florida that raised a fatherless family

The village in Florida that raised a fatherless family

COMMUNITY


After a husband and dad in the community died, people showed up unexpectedly to care for his widow and children.

The year was 1957 in the small town of Wauchula, Florida, a place where the economy largely depended on the land, where farmers worked in orange groves and sold cucumbers, tomatoes, and many other types of produce. Patricia, affectionately called Pat, was just one year old. As she later learned, her father was playing in a rec league baseball game, when unexpectedly he began tripping multiple times. Years after, it became clear that this was one of the first signs of ALS, more commonly known as Lou Gehrig’s disease. Officially diagnosed two years later, he was eventually confined to a wheelchair and could no longer work as a welder as he had done for many years. He died on January 20, 1960, when Pat was just four years old.

With five girls between the ages of 17 and 4, Pat’s mother, Helen, was suddenly left not only without her husband of 16 years, but without a father for her kids and an income to live on.  She had nothing but the house and an old car. Yet, as Pat grew older, and her mother remained at home to take care of the girls, Pat became increasingly aware that many people in the community had adopted her family as their own.

It began with a family friend, who cared for Pat during the funeral, while all the affairs were put in order. Sometime later, Pat learned that a gentleman of means in the community had told the local grocer that whenever Mrs. Williams came in to get food for the family, he would take care of the bill. Although Pat’s father was Southern Baptist, she and her sisters had been raised Catholic and attended St. Michael’s Church. Yet even prior to his death, parishioners from both churches in town provided all sorts of supplies that would continue for years to come.  
In this deep Southern town, there was clear division between white folk and black folk, and one of the areas in which those of color resided was the known as “The Quarters.” Shortly after Pat’s father died, an African-American gentleman from this area showed up at the door with vegetables from his garden. Week after week, he would come with a delivery of fresh food, and every time Mrs. Williams attempted to pay him, he refused to take any money. One day, Pat heard him decline the payment, and tell her mother that “Zeke [Mr. Williams] was the only one who treated me equal.” Both had played together on an integrated, recreational baseball team at a time when segregation still ruled the land. 
Despite her and her sisters being left without a father and an income, Pat “never remembered wanting for anything,” except for her Daddy. In addition to raising her family, Pat’s mother continued to bowl in leagues on Tuesday and Wednesday morning, as a constant means of activity and stress relief. She eventually passed away in 1991. 

As the five girls grew older, their bond only grew stronger. But as Pat recalled, one thought kept coming back to her when she thought of those early days of hardship: In the midst of their heartache, that little community of Wauchula, Florida — later to be known infamously as the site of “switched at birth” — had “enveloped” them and taken them as their own.  It was a legacy of love that would live on in Pat and her sisters, and a sense of civic responsibility and caring that influences her even today, including her work with the aquatic services at Easterseals Rehabilitation Center.  

So often in life, we may feel disconnected from others in our sorrow and our pain. Yet we are never alone, nor far from each other no matter what we perceive the distance to be. Those we love may leave us too soon, and those we reject might be the angel at our doorstep helping us to carry on when our loved ones are gone. As Pat found out, you just never know who you’ll come to depend on. Villagers can emerge from all sorts of places, and very often it’s not just a child they raise, but an entire brood. As Abraham Lincoln said in his first inaugural address: We are not enemies, but friends. We must not be enemies. Though passion may have strained it must not break our bonds of affection.
Together we are one.

How mothers prepare us for heaven


Someone who in the first stages of life experienced the joy of having a good mother understands that life on earth can be very difficult, but as long as he remembers his mother, he will retain the paradisiacal remembrance of his infancy. And retaining this remembrance, the person maintains hope in the Celestial Paradise. 

Plinio Corrêa de Oliveira

The Power of Prayer

The Power of Prayer


Have you ever felt the urge to pray for someone and thought, “I’ll pray for him or her later”?
This story will show you how real these urges can be.

A missionary on furlough in Michigan told this true story to the congregation at his home church. While in Africa, he served in a small field hospital. Every two weeks he travelled to a certain city for medicines and supplies, and since it was a two-day journey through the jungle on his bicycle, he camped overnight at the halfway point.
On one of these trips, as he entered the city, he noticed two men fighting. As he approached, he realized one of them was seriously injured. He treated the injured fellow and then tried to do good to his soul by talking to him about Our Lord.

The missionary then went on to withdraw funds from the bank and purchased the necessary medicines and supplies for his hospital. After loading everything on his bicycle, he started on the return journey.
Two weeks later the missionary returned for more supplies. As he walked to his errands, he spotted the young man whom he had treated on the previous visit, and engaged him in conversation. 

The good priest inquired about his wounds, and touched by the goodness shown to him, the young man confessed, “Last time when you left here, some friends and I followed you into the jungle. We knew you had money and supplies. We also knew you would camp overnight and we planned to kill you and take the money and drugs. But just as we were about to move into your camp, we saw armed guards around you. As we stood there, peering through the foliage and weighing our odds, we counted twenty-six men. We then just gave it all up and walked away.”
The priest laughed and said that he certainly did not have twenty-six guards with him. But the young man pressed the point, “No, sir, I was not the only one to see the guards. My friends also saw them and we all counted them. It was because of those guards that we left you alone.”

Just then, a man in the congregation jumped up, interrupted the missionary and asked him as to the day this had happened. The missionary replied, and it was the man’s turn to tell a story.
“Father, on the night of your incident in Africa, I was playing golf. I was about to putt when I felt a great urge to pray for you. It was so strong that I called several men to come into church and pray with me.” Then, turning to the congregation, he said, “Will all those who joined me in prayer that day stand up?”
As several men in church rose to their feet, the missionary counted. There were twenty-six men.

By: M. Taylor

Tuesday, January 15, 2019

The Noonday Devil


The Noonday Devil

The ninety-first psalm speaks of “the scourge that wreaks havoc at high noon.” It also expresses confidence in God’s protection from that scourge, as well as other evils. Based on that psalm some spiritual writers speak of the “Noonday Devil.” The Noonday Devil stands for the trials and temptations that assail us after our youthful fervor has faded and before we reach the age of peace and resignation.

There are temptations peculiar to that in-between period — fear, guilt, lack of fervor, loss of conviction, discouragement. And that period may be very lengthy. The boundaries are not well defined. It is more a question of a mental or emotional state than of chronology. That peace and resignation of old age may well prove elusive and we may struggle to attain it for a long time.

Bernard Basset, in a little book entitled The Noonday Devil, speaks of various fears to which we may be subject: fear owing to past sins, fear that God will prove stricter than we think, fear that our standards are too low, fear that we will never get things exactly right, fear that we are unprepared for death.
Many of our fears are imaginary and can be safely discarded. We would do well to set aside all fears that are based on the past or on the future. Why? Because such fears are concerned either with facts that cannot be altered or with imaginings that may never see the light of day. We cannot change the past, however much we worry about it. We cannot foresee the future with certainty. The second-worst thing about such fears (fears based on the past and on the future) is that they are useless. The worst thing about them is that they can be damaging to our peace of mind and our spiritual well-being.
Among the things that are commonly experienced in one’s later years are feelings of guilt and regret over past failures. We become more conscious of our sinfulness. Sins from long ago surface anew in our memory. We may experience the anguish of feeling unable to pray and of our sins seeming to multiply and overwhelm us. This is very discouraging, even frightening, but it is not necessarily bad.

St. John of the Cross has said that one of the surest signs of interior growth, of progress in prayer, is a growing awareness of our own sinfulness. An example of this is the phenomenon of saints speaking of themselves as the world’s greatest sinners. How can that be? Are they serious? We need to understand they are not comparing themselves with others, but expressing their heightened sensitivity to the way God sees us, as sinful but at the same time loved and redeemed.

St. Gregory the Great offered a good analogy to illustrate this idea. He wrote: “The sun turns brown him whom it touches closely; so the Lord when he comes, darkens him whom he touches by his grace, for the closer we come to grace, the more we recognize that we are sinners.”

Everyone is subject to the aforementioned fears. There are other fears to which priests are subject. To put this a bit differently, the Noonday Devil has some distinctive ways of plaguing priests. They relate especially to celibacy, obedience, and faith.

It can be very troubling for priests when they discover that advancing age does not free them from temptations against chastity. A story to illustrate that point: A young priest, greatly troubled by temptation, sought the advice of an elderly priest. He asked, “When can I expect these temptations to cease or at least to become less severe?” The elderly priest replied, “I’d say about seventy-five.” A week later the elderly priest called and said, “Make that seventy-six!” The elderly priest would do well to also remind the young priest of that reassuring passage in Paul’s first letter to the Corinthians (10:13): “None of the trials which have come upon you is more than a human being can stand. You can trust that God will not let you be put to the test beyond your strength, but with any trial will also provide a way out by enabling you to put up with it.”

Obedience is the second virtue on which the Noonday Devil focuses attention when dealing with priests. In our contemporary culture, in which individual liberty is highly prized, obedience can present a serious challenge. The practice of obedience can become more difficult as one grows older. For the younger person, what is resented is typically the object of a directive or the refusal of a request. It is not so much that someone commands. That is accepted as natural. The real challenge, and consequently, the real opportunity for perfection of obedience, presents itself to a conscience that has already achieved a certain maturity. It is then that the fact of command, more or less independently of the object, is difficult to accept. It is when a person is equal to or above the competent authority (bishop and/or religious superior) in everything: intelligence, experience, work accomplished, everything — except the fact that the other is the lawfully constituted authority, that one must proceed in faith, faith to see what remains hidden from a human point of view, faith to recognize Christ in the person of the authority.

Appropriate as the conclusion of any prayer of petition, the prayer of Jesus in Gethsemane is surely appropriate when one is challenged to submit to legitimate authority in obedience. “Let it be as you, not I, would have it” (Mk 14:36).

The third and most dangerous temptation presented by the Noonday Devil relates to faith. With the passing of the years a priest typically begins to realize more fully what faith involves. He learns that scholarship does not always serve to support faith. In fact, current biblical scholarship sometimes seems to undermine what he learned many years ago in his seminary course in Sacred Scripture.

He begins to see more clearly that his faith is not a once-in-a-lifetime thing. To believe does not mean there is something fixed and finished which is simply to be perceived and accepted. Faith is not a matter of intellectually assenting to a set of propositions. It is dynamic. It is never fully complete in this life. It must be constantly renewed and nurtured. It is like a trail. The best way to keep a trail open is to walk on it, because every time you walk on it you create it anew. The Noonday Devil knows very well that if faith is not constantly renewed and nurtured it will wither and weaken. Consequently, it is there that the Noonday Devil focuses his attention, i.e., on subverting any efforts to renew and nurture one’s faith.

Challenges to one’s faith can take many forms. There are relatively small challenges, challenges to accept in faith particular difficulties that come into one’s life from time to time. A much greater challenge arises when one reflects on the enormity of evil, of pain, and of suffering in the world, especially of the innocent and of children. How is that compatible with the existence of a loving and powerful God? The alternative to meeting that challenge is atheism or deism.

It is only in the light of faith that we can accept Jesus and his message. Inevitably, however, to turn on a light is to create shadows. Even with the light of faith there are things we do not see, do not understand. It is then that we would do well to emulate the prayer of the man who approached Jesus requesting that his son be cured. When Jesus told him all things are possible for those who have faith, he replied: “I have faith. Help my lack of faith!” (Mk 9:24–25)

Years ago, a commentator on the evening news, Eric Sevareid, made an observation which could be very helpful when one encounters the Noonday Devil. Sevareid stated: “What counts in the long haul of adult life is not brilliance, or charisma, or derring-do, but rather the quality the Romans called gravitas — patience, stamina, weight of judgment. The prime virtue is courage because it makes all other virtues possible.” For a priest, it would be good to add another virtue of still higher importance: the virtue of hope.

Saturday, December 29, 2018

Brother of cop murdered by illegal immigrant over Christmas thanks police, weeps uncontrollably

Brother of cop murdered by illegal immigrant over Christmas thanks police, weeps uncontrollably


Reggie Singh, the brother of murdered police officer Ronil Singh, broke down in tears while thanking law enforcement for arresting illegal immigrant Gustavo Perez Arriaga using Ronil’s handcuffs.

“Please bear with me. This is not easy for me,” Reggie sobbed at a press conference yesterday. “Ronil Singh was my older brother. Yes, he is not coming back.”

Reggie continued: “There are a lot of people out there that miss him. And a lot of law enforcement people that I don’t know who worked days and nights to make this happen.”

Even in his lowest moment, Reggie expressed his gratitude to the police officers who worked around the clock to apprehend his brother’s murderer.
“I’d like to thank you from the bottom of my heart for making this happen. I wish I could thank all of the law enforcement agencies, Homeland Security in San Francisco, everyone.
I was waiting for this to happen. I’d like to thank you — working day and night to make this happen.”
As BizPac Review reported, Officer Ronil Singh, 33, was a legal immigrant from Fiji who was shot to death the day after Christmas by illegal immigrant Gustavo Perez Arriaga during a routine traffic stop.

Arriaga — who was a member of the violent Sureños gang — was suspected of driving under the influence. He opened fire on Singh after the officer called in the stop.

Gustavo Perez Arriaga  (photo below, on right) entered the US illegally through Arizona several years ago. He has two previous DUI arrests.



Gustavo Arriaga’s brother Adrian Virgen (left) and co-worker Erik Razo Quiroz (middle) were also arrested for lying to cops about Arriaga’s whereabouts.

Police also arrested Arriaga’s brother Adrian Virgen, 25, and co-worker Erik Razo Quiroz, 32 — both of whom were in the US illegally — for allegedly helping  Arriaga escape police.

“We had them in custody (on Dec. 27) and asked for their cooperation and they lied to us,” Sheriff Adam Christianson said at a press conference.
Ronil Singh’s tragic death could have been prevented had there been a wall in border state Arizona, where Arriaga jumped the fence to enter the United States illegally.

Democrats refuse to fund the wall, calling it “immoral and expensive” while blithely ignoring that illegal immigration costs US taxpayers $113 billion every year.

That’s 22.6 times more expensive than the $5 billion President Trump is asking to fund the wall.

In addition to allowing illegal immigrants, drugs, and human trafficking, the border wall enables the murders of 15 Americans every day.




Democrats shamelessly prioritize the interests of illegal immigrants over US citizens and legal residents because they want to expand their voting bloc after alienating the middle class and many minorities with their radical, anti-American policies.

While President Trump spent Christmas working in the Oval Office and visiting US troops in Iraq, top Democrats like Nancy Pelosi jetted off to Hawaii,  where she luxuriated at a posh hotel and sipped daiquiris by the beach.
Thanks, Democrats!
Rest in peace, Officer Ronil Singh. You did not die in vain.

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