An Unexpected Blessing

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  1. Shae

    Shae Archangels

    I received a wonderful and unexpected blessing this morning! I went to my church early to spend an hour in Eucharistic Adoration. As per Covid rules, I left just before Mass was to begin as we are not allowed to stay. I went outside to sit in my car and watched the Mass live-streamed. At Communion time, my Pastor came outside to my car window to give me Holy Communion. As he began walking back inside the church, he turned around, came back to my car and told me that I can stay for the Mass as long as there are less than 10 people. I am so happy that I won't have to leave now when Mass begins, as it just breaks my heart to do so. I think Our Lord knows how much it means to me and gave me this HUGE blessing today!:)
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  2. HeavenlyHosts

    HeavenlyHosts Powers

    I am so happy for you and glad you told us. You are a faithful adorer.
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  3. Mario

    Mario Powers

    Thank you, Jesus!:ROFLMAO:
  4. AED

    AED Powers

    This is such a beautiful Christmas gift from Our Lord. Wow. Thank you for telling us.
  5. padraig

    padraig New Member

    These are such crazy times. Thank God for such blessings.

    I wonder if your Pastor may have felt a little guilty about what was going on?
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  6. Booklady

    Booklady Powers

    What a lovely blessing, Shae. That was good of your pastor.
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  7. Julia

    Julia Immaculate Heart of Mary, pray for us.

    Trying to find somewhere to post this awesome true Christmas miracle story from Spirit Digest. I think it happened in Chicago. A lovely end.

    Merry Christmas, everyone!

    A recent Sneed reader is responsible for the repeat of a column I wrote nearly 20 years ago.

    She says her 88-year old mother clipped and saved the column . . . and asks: Could a meeting with her mother and the man I wrote about be arranged? The man’s real name was “Tom,” an old friend who wanted to remain anonymous, but in the column I called him “Paul.”

    My friend is now dead, and his story a distant memory, happening at a Christmastime past. I first wrote about the “Nativity” experience he and his wife had in 1990.

    I have edited the original story. It’s my wish that it brings you the same mixture of joy and wonder it brought me.

    The Past . . .

    It was Christmastime 30 years ago, when a man named Tom stopped by my City Hall office when I was Mayor Jane Byrne’s press secretary.

    We chatted easily, talking about family and the agony of gut punches when God seems gone.

    Tom claimed he had once been close to death, the victim of an incurable muscle disease that bound him to a wheelchair and the ability to move only two fingers.

    It was during that time he claims a miracle occurred: The scent of an intensely sweet aroma filled the hospital room while doctors were performing a bone-marrow biopsy on him.

    “I asked the doctor if he smelled the same sweet scent, and he said he had,” Tom said. “But no one could figure out where it came from. We were baffled.”

    “Shortly afterward, the disease began to mysteriously disappear.

    “When I was fully recovered, my wife and I started doing some research into the possibility of a miracle. And believe me, I’m no saint.”

    “We discovered that the overpowering scent could be the sign of a miracle by Padre Pio, an Italian Catholic priest who is in the process of canonization for sainthood.

    “I believe now that I was cured through his intercession. I wasn’t predisposed to thinking about the signs of miracles when it happened. It was the furthest thing from my mind!”

    The story continues . . .

    Twenty years ago, Tom told me another Christmas story: the tale of how an old Italian priest once came to his home at Christmastime, shortly before the time his “miracle” occurred when he lay in the hospital, dying.

    “I was in a wheelchair, and the priest asked if my wife and I would consider something very special,” said Tom.

    “The priest was known for finding homes for the children of unwed mothers, and that night he wanted to know whether we could find room in our house for a baby!

    “Heck, I was already in a wheelchair and had seven kids, but my wife and I decided to say OK.”

    “The priest’s response was: “Wonderful. Wonderful. I’ll be just a minute. The baby is in the car.”

    “But when the priest returned, it was not a live baby he was carrying, but a statue of the child Jesus in a manger!

    “He told me: ‘It’s been with me so many years and, now that I’m retiring, I wanted someone to care for it. I wanted you both to treasure it.’

    “The priest never cracked a smile or gave any indication that he had pulled a fast one on us,” Tom said. “So we sat there stunned!”

    The epilogue . . .

    Although Tom told me the story long after he had shared his “miracle” with me, it occurred to me both tales had happened back-to-back while he was sick.

    Tom wondered if he’d been tested in that ridiculous Christmas scene with the old priest and spared because he opted to give shelter to a baby at Christmastime?

    I do know the old priest visited Tom in the hospital when he was sick. And the “baby” sat in a creche outside Tom’s home every Christmas.

    Who knows.

    But it is the kind of story that keeps the spirit of Christmas alive.
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  8. Katfalls

    Katfalls Powers

    You know this reminds me of something that happened to me regarding "angels unaware". I was thinking about this the other day. I suffer from mouth ulcers occasionally and they can be very painful. I was attending a Secular Carmelite meeting one evening in the dead of winter. My mouth was killing me. We were having our socializing part of the meeting and a man was attending the meeting I had never met before. He had driven from a long way to attend and we were chatting and I mentioned my painful mouth, the reason I couldn't talk too much. He said get some oil of oregano and put one drop under my tongue, it's wonderful and quick healing. I thanked him and made a mental note. I went home and went shopping and found some oil of oregano and followed his advice. The next day the pain was gone! I was amazed and so greatful to have the relief! The next month I was hoping he would be back so I could thank him . . .he was not there. I asked some of the members who were attending about him,I only knew his first name and inquired how I could reach him to
    send a note. I was met with blank looks, no one seemed to know who I was talking about. He never came to another meeting, I never saw him again. It was quite a while later that I wondered if I had an angel encounter . . .
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  9. Beth B

    Beth B Beth Marie

    Beautiful gift from your Father.
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  10. Beth B

    Beth B Beth Marie

    you gotta wonder........
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