Father Jonathan Morris, my friend and Fox News colleague, reports via Twitter that he came across NYC’s Gay Pride parade today.He also reports that two men walked by and spat on him

Father Jonathan Morris, my friend and Fox News colleague, reports via Twitter that he came across NYC’s Gay Pride parade today.

He said the Episcopal Church sponsored a float that included an individual dancing in a g-string.

He also reports that two men walked by and spat on him. They spit on a priest!

How’s that for tolerance? They SPIT on a priest!

What kind of animal spits on a priest?

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Rome’s exorcist: St. John Paul II effective against Satan

Rome’s exorcist: St. John Paul II effective against Satan

 The chief exorcist of Rome is seeing a rising number of young people coming under the influence of evil, but he has found in recent years that Blessed John Paul II is a powerful intercessor in the battle for souls.
A small, unassuming office in south-west Rome seems a rather ordinary setting in which to play out a grand battle between good and evil. It is here, though, that Father Gabriele Amorth has carried out most of his 70,000 exorcisms over the past 26 years.
“The world must know that Satan exists,” he told CNA recently. “The devil and demons are many and they have two powers, the ordinary and the extraordinary.”
The 86-year-old Italian priest of the Society of St. Paul and official exorcist for the Diocese of Rome explained the difference.
“The so-called ordinary power is that of tempting man to distance himself from God and take him to Hell. This action is exercised against all men and women of all places and religions.”
As for the extraordinary powers used by Satan, Fr. Amorth explained it as how the Devil acts when he focuses his attention more specifically on a person. He categorized the expression of that attention into four types: diabolical possession; diabolical vexation like in the case of Padre Pio, who was beaten by the Devil; obsessions which are able to lead a person to desperation and infestation, and when the Devil occupies a space, an animal or even an object.”
Fr. Amorth says such extraordinary occurrences are rare but on the rise. He’s particularly worried by the number of young people being affected by Satan through sects, séances and drugs. He never despairs though.
“With Jesus Christ and Mary, God has promised us that he will never allow temptations greater than our strengths.”
Hence he gives a very matter-of-fact guide that everybody can use in the fight against Satan.
“The temptations of the Devil are defeated first of all by avoiding occasions (of temptation), because the Devil always seeks out our weakest points. And, then, with prayer. We Christians have an advantage because we have the Word of Jesus, we have the sacraments, prayer to God.”
Not surprisingly, ‘Jesus Christ’ is the name Fr. Amorth most often calls upon to expel demons. But he also turns to saintly men and women for their heavenly assistance. Interestingly, he said that in recent years one man – Blessed Pope John Paul II – has proved to be a particularly powerful intercessor.
“I have asked the demon more than once, ‘Why are you so scared of John Paul II and I have had two different responses, both interesting. One, ‘because he disrupted my plans.’ And, I think that he is referring to the fall of communism in Russia and Eastern Europe. The collapse of communism.”
“Another response that he gave me, ‘because he pulled so many young people from my hands.’ There are so many young people who, thanks to John Paul II, were converted. Perhaps some were already Christian but not practicing, but then with John Paul II they came back to the practice. ‘He pulled so many young people out of my hands.’”
And the most powerful intercessor of all?
“Of course, the Madonna is even more effective. Ah, when you invoke Mary!”
“And, once I also asked Satan, ‘but why are you more scared when I invoke Our Lady than when I invoke Jesus Christ?’ He answered me, ‘Because I am more humiliated to be defeated by a human creature than being defeated by him.”
The intercession of the living is also important, though, says Fr. Amorth. He reminds people that exorcism is a prayer and, as such, Christians can pray to liberate a soul or place from the Devil. However, three things are needed.
“The Lord gave them (the Apostles) an answer that also for us exorcists is very important. He said that overcoming this type of demon, you need much faith, much prayer and much fasting. Faith, prayer and fasting.”
“Especially faith, you need so much faith. Many times also in the healings, Jesus does not say in the Gospel it is me who has healed you. He says, you are healed thanks to your faith. He wants faith in the people, a strong and absolute faith. Without faith you can do nothing.”

http://salesianity.blogspot.ca/2015/06/romes-exorcist-st-john-paul-ii.html

Fr. Mark tells the story of how Jesus Christ loved him and brought him out of his life of sin to the Catholic Church

Uploaded on Aug 18, 2009

***Fr. Mark was ordained to the priesthood one year following the production of this video.***

Fr. Mark tells the story of how Jesus Christ loved him and brought him out of his life of sin to the Catholic Church. Fr. Mark speaks from the heart and from his own experience,

If you are interested in the Catholic Church or just have a question about the Catholic faith, please feel free to email Marshall at Marshall@toseeJesus.com.

This video is part of the toseeJesus project; please visit toseeJesus.com to view and use the entire Gospel of Luke. Also, watch a short story Fr. Mark told about a homeless man he met here:

Watch True Forgiveness.Victims Address Charleston Shooter In Court

Published on Jun 19, 2015

Dylann Roof bond hearing. CHARLESTON —‘I forgive you.’ Relatives of Charleston church shooting victims address Dylann Roof The relatives of people slain inside the historic African American church in Charleston, S.C., earlier this week were able to confront the accused gunman Friday at his first court appearance. One by one, those who chose to speak at a bond hearing did not turn to anger. Instead, while he remained impassive, they offered him forgiveness and said they were praying for his soul. I forgive you,” Nadine Collier, the daughter of 70-year-old Ethel Lance, said at the hearing, her voice breaking with emotion. “You took something very precious from me. I will never talk to her again. I will never, ever hold her again. But I forgive you. And have mercy on your soul.”

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vnkiQibJz_4

Free Brown Scapulars

We just received a large box of new cloth Brown Scapulars and they are Blessed.They also come with the instructions.We are offering them free,5 to a family.We do ask if you can to send a donation for the mailing if you can after you receive them.

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The Boy who saw The Virgin – The Bronx Miracle

The Boy who saw The Virgin – The Bronx Miracle

Vintage newspaper clippings about the events 1, 2,
Videos Joe Vitello Boy who saw the Virgin pt1, pt2.

Learn more about these events at Our Lady of the Universe shrine.

December 22, 2002 – Reported in The New York Times. Written by Peter Duffy. Every evening at 7, Joseph Vitolo walks out the backdoor of his boyhood home in the Bronx and ascends a long stairway to a shrine that overlooks the northern tip of the Grand Concourse. He then leads the few people who have gathered in the recitation of the rosary. On some nights, no one shows up and he performs the service alone. Other nights, Mr. Vitolo is himself absent, having fallen asleep in front of the television set or lost track of the time.

Mr. Vitolo, a slow-moving 66-year-old with a gravelly voice and sandy hair flecked with gray, has sought to carry out this nightly act of devotion since Oct. 29, 1945. That is when, at 9, he said he witnessed the Virgin Mary hovering over the spot where the shrine is now. The sighting catapulted Mr. Vitolo, a child of Italian immigrants, to news media celebrity. Spurred by extensive newspaper coverage, more than 30,000 people eventually crowded the spot, just south of Van Cortlandt Park, hoping to be touched by the heavenly presence that, it was said, had been communicated to the child.

The vision arrived just a few months after the end of World War II. Boatloads of joyous servicemen were returning to the city from overseas. New York was unassailably confident. “All the signs were that it would be the supreme city of the Western world, or even the world as a whole,” Jan Morris wrote in her book “Manhattan ’45.” New Yorkers, she added, using a phrase from an upbeat business pamphlet of the time, saw themselves as a people “to whom nothing is impossible.”

This particular impossibility, the vision, soon faded from the headlines. The Archdiocese of New York declined to make a statement on its validity, and as the days and months and years passed, local Roman Catholics forgot about the “Bronx Miracle,” as Life magazine called it. But young Joseph Vitolo never forgot, not during Christmastime nor at any other seasons of the year. He visited the spot each night, a practice that alienated him from pals in his Bedford Park neighborhood, who were more interested in going to Yankee Stadium or Orchard Beach. Many in the working-class area, even some adults, mocked him for his piety, derisively calling him “St. Joseph.”

Through years of poverty, Mr. Vitolo, a modest man who works as a janitor at Jacobi Medical Center and prays that his two grown daughters find good husbands, has maintained this devotion. Whenever he tried to begin a life away from the apparition site – he twice attempted to become a priest – he found himself drawn back to the the old neighborhood. Today, sitting in his creaky three-story house, Mr. Vitolo said the moment changed his life, made him better. He has a fat, treasured scrapbook of clippings about the event. But his life did peak at a tender age – what could compete? – and there is a weariness, a guardedness, about him, stemming maybe from both his earthly struggles and from the burden of being the boy who saw the Virgin.

Did he ever question what his eyes saw? “I never had doubts,” he said. “Other people did, but I didn’t. I know what I saw.” The amazing tale began two nights before Halloween. Newspapers were full of stories about the destruction the war had wrought in Europe and Asia. William O’Dwyer, an Irish-born former district attorney, was days away from being elected mayor. Yankee fans were lamenting their team’s fourth-place finish; its top hitter had been second baseman Snuffy Stirnweiss, not exactly Ruth or Mantle.

Joseph Vitolo, the baby of his family and small for his age, was playing with friends when suddenly three girls said they spotted something above a rocky hill behind Joseph’s house, on Villa Avenue, a block from the Grand Concourse. Joseph said he didn’t notice anything. One of the girls suggested that he pray.

He whispered an Our Father. Nothing happened. Then, with greater feeling, he recited a Hail Mary. Instantly, he said, he saw a floating figure, a young woman in pink who looked like the Virgin Mary. The vision beckoned to him by name.

“I was petrified,” he remembered. “But her voice calmed me down.”

He warily moved closer and listened as the vision spoke. She asked him to the spot for 16 consecutive nights to say the rosary. She told him that she wanted the world to pray for peace. Unseen by the other children, the vision then disappeared.

Joseph rushed home to tell his parents, but they had already heard the news. His father, a garbage collector who was an alcoholic, was outraged. He slapped the boy for telling lies. “My father was very tough,” Mr. Vitolo said. “He would beat my mother. That was the first time he hit me.” Mrs. Vitolo, a religious woman who had had 18 children, only 11 of whom survived infancy, was more sympathetic to Joseph’s tale. The following night she accompanied her son to the site.

The news was spreading. That evening, 200 people gathered. The boy knelt on the ground, began to pray and reported that another vision of the Virgin Mary had appeared, this time requesting that everyone in attendance sing hymns. “As the throng worshipped in the open air last night and lighted votive candles in the form of a cross, . . . at least 50 motorists stopped their cars near the scene,” wrote George F. O’Brien, a reporter for The Home News, the major Bronx daily. “Some knelt near the curb when they heard of the occasion for the gathering.”

Mr. O’Brien reminded his readers that Joseph’s story was similar to that of Bernadette Soubirous, the poor shepherd girl who claimed to see the Virgin Mary in Lourdes, France, in 1858. The Roman Catholic Church recognized her visions as authentic and eventually declared her a saint, and the 1943 film about her experience, “Song of Bernadette,” won four Academy Awards. Joseph told the reporter that he had not seen the film.

In the next few days, the story leapt fully into the spotlight. Newspapers published staged photographs of Joseph kneeling piously on the hill. Reporters from Italian newspapers and international wire services showed up, hundreds of articles circulated around the globe, and people eager for miracles arrived at the Vitolo home at all hours. “I couldn’t go to sleep at night because people were constantly in the house,” Mr. Vitolo said. Lou Costello of Abbott and Costello sent a small statue encased in glass. Frank Sinatra brought a large statue of Mary that still sits in the Vitolo living room. (“I just saw the back of him,” Mr. Vitolo said.) Cardinal Francis Spellman, the archbishop of New York, swept into the Vitolo home with a retinue of priests and spoke briefly with the boy.

Even Joseph’s drunken father regarded his youngest child differently. “He said to me, ‘Why don’t you cure my back?’ Mr. Vitolo recalled. “And I put my hand on his back and I said, ‘Papa, you’re better.’ He went back to work the next day.” But the boy was overwhelmed by all the attention. “I didn’t understand what it was all about,” Mr. Vitolo said. “People were charging at me, looking for help, looking for cures. I was young and confused.”

By the seventh night of the visions, more than 5,000 people were packing the area. The crowd included sad-faced women in shawls fingering rosary beads; a contingent of priests and nuns who were given a special area in which to pray; and well-dressed couples who had arrived from Manhattan in limousines. Joseph was carried to and from the hill by a bulky neighbor, who protected him from overeager worshippers, some of whom had already torn the buttons from the boy’s coat.

After the services, he was placed on a table in his living room as a slow procession of the needy paraded before him. Unsure of what to do, he placed his hands on their heads and recited a prayer. He saw them all: veterans wounded on the battlefield, elderly women who had trouble walking, children with schoolyard injuries. It was as if a mini-Lourdes has arisen in the Bronx.

Not surprisingly, stories of miracles quickly surfaced. Mr. O’Brien reported the story of an infant whose paralyzed hand was repaired after touching sand from the site. On Nov. 13, the second to last evening of the prophesied appearances, more than 20,000 people showed up, many via chartered buses from Philadelphia and other cities.

The final night promised to be the most spectacular. The newspapers were reporting that the Virgin Mary had told Joseph that a well would miraculously appear. Anticipation was at a fever pitch. As a soft rain fell, between 25,000 and 30,000 people settled in for the service. The police closed a section of the Grand Concourse. Carpets were placed on the path leading up to the hill to prevent pilgrims from falling into the mud. Then Joseph was delivered to the hill and placed among a sea of 200 flickering candles.

Wearing a shapeless blue sweater, he began to pray. Then someone in the crowd shouted, “A vision!” A surge of excitement shot through the gathering, until it was discovered that the man had caught a glimpse of a female spectator dressed in white. That was the most gripping moment. The prayer session proceeded as it usually did. After it was over, Joseph was carried home.

“I remember hearing people yelling when they were taking me back,” Mr. Vitolo said. “They were shouting: ‘Look! Look! Look!’ I remember I looked back and the sky had opened up. Some people said that they saw Our Lady in white ascending into the sky. But I only saw the sky opening up.”

The heady events of fall 1945 marked the end of Joseph Vitolo’s childhood. No longer an ordinary child, he had to live up to the responsibility of someone who had been graced by a godly spirit. So every night at 7, he dutifully walked up the hill to recite the rosary for the progressively smaller crowds who were visiting a spot that was being turned into a shrine. His faith was strong, but his constant religious devotions caused him to lose friends and do poorly in school. He grew into a sad, lonely boy.

The other day, Mr. Vitolo sat in his drafty living room, recalling that past. In one corner is the statue that Sinatra brought, one of its hands damaged by a fallen chunk of ceiling. On the wall is a brightly colored painting of Mary, rendered by the artist according to Mr. Vitolo’s instructions.

“People would make fun of me,” Mr. Vitolo said of his youth. “I would walk down the street and grown men would yell out, ‘There he goes, St. Joseph.’ I stopped walking down that street. It wasn’t an easy time. I suffered.” When his beloved mother died in 1951, he tried to give his life direction by studying to become a priest. He dropped out of Samuel Gompers Vocational and Technical High School, in the South Bronx, and enrolled at a Benedictine seminary in Illinois. But he quickly soured on the experience. His superiors expected a lot out of him – he was, after all, a visionary – and he wearied of their high hopes. “They were beautiful people, but they scared me,” he said.

Aimless, he enrolled in another seminary, but that plan failed, too. He then found a job in the Bronx as a printing apprentice and resumed his nightly devotions at the shrine. But over time he grew annoyed by the responsibility, sick of the crackpots, and sometimes resentful. “People were asking me to pray for them, and I was looking for help myself,” Mr. Vitolo said. “People would ask me, ‘Pray that my son gets into the Fire Department.’ I would think, Why doesn’t somebody get me a job in the Fire Department?”

Things began to look up in the early 1960’s. A new group of worshipers became interested in his visions, and, inspired by their piety, Mr. Vitolo resumed his dedication to his encounter with the divine. He grew close to one of the pilgrims, Grace Vacca of Boston, and they were married in 1963. Another worshiper, Salvatore Mazzela, an auto worker, bought the house next to the apparition site, ensuring its safety from developers. Mr. Mazzela became the shrine’s guardian, planting flowers, building walkways and installing statues. He himself had visited the shrine during the 1945 apparitions.

“A woman in the crowd said to me, ‘Why did you come here?,’ ” Mr. Mazzela recalled. “I didn’t know what to answer. She said, ‘You came here to save your soul.’ I didn’t know who she was, but she made me see. God made me see.”

Even during the 1970’s and 80’s, as much of the Bronx was overtaken by urban decay and ballooning crime, the little shrine remained a peaceful oasis. It was never vandalized. Over these years, most of the Irish and Italians who had frequented the shrine moved to the suburbs and were replaced by Puerto Ricans, Dominicans and other Catholic newcomers. Today, most passers-by know nothing of the thousands of people who had once gathered there.

“I’ve always wondered what it was,” said Sheri Warren, a six-year resident of the neighborhood, who was returning from the grocery store on a recent afternoon. “Maybe it happened a long time ago. It’s a mystery to me.”

Rest of the story at link with many pictures.

http://www.visionsofjesuschrist.com/weeping278.htm