{"id":1776,"date":"2018-05-29T12:21:12","date_gmt":"2018-05-29T16:21:12","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.free-rosary.net\/?p=1776"},"modified":"2018-05-29T12:21:12","modified_gmt":"2018-05-29T16:21:12","slug":"mailbag-miracles-pictures","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.free-rosary.net\/?p=1776","title":{"rendered":"MAILBAG MIRACLES-Pictures"},"content":{"rendered":"
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MAILBAG MIRACLES<\/span><\/u><\/b><\/p>\n

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We enjoy our mail. So many notes of inspiration…<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

From Beth Britz last Monday, day after Pentecost: “I witnessed and photographed a Eucharistic miracle last night in Johnstown, Pennsylvania, at St. Patrick’s Church. I have not been member of that church since my childhood, but decided to make a visit with friends to its chapel of perpetual Adoration in the church convent, after attending a Rosary that same evening at Visitation Church in Johnstown, a healing service for one of their parishioners.<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

“My friend, her daughter,\u00a0<\/span>and I were transporting the pilgrimage image of Our Lady of Guadalupe for veneration at the Rosary healing service and<\/span>stopped at the Adoration chapel before heading home to Hollidaysburg.<\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

“While there, we lit candles and prayed. Minutes before we were leaving, I looked directly at the monstrance while making my petitions to our Lord when I noticed an image at the bottom of the Host. I got up from my seat, looked closer and I knew it was what I believe it was… the image of a dove, symbol of the\u00a0Holy Spirit!….on the feast of the Holy Spirit!<\/u>\u00a0To assure myself that I wasn’t imagining anything, I asked the others with me to look at it closer too [above<\/i>]. They both did and agreed that it was indeed a dove… the Holy Spirit! There are no words to describe how blessed we all feel to have witnessed a Eucharistic Miracle! Thank you Holy Spirit.”<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

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“This picture\u00a0<\/span>was taken at St. Clare’s church in Roseville California after\u00a08 a.m.<\/span><\/span>\u00a0Mass several weeks ago,” writes\u00a0Alex Ireton. “It was the day we crowned Mary for the month of May.\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/strong>[The pastor] Father George told the parish last Sunday that a remarkable event happened on the altar that day.\u00a0After the little girl who crowned Mary told father as she was placing the crown on Mary she moved and smiled.<\/span><\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

“Father thought it was the child’s imagination and told her she probably needed to eat some breakfast. As he went to change out of his vestments people came running to tell him something was happening at the altar and to come quickly. When he returned, this is what he saw, and of course all the people that were present there. It lasted long enough for pictures to be taken.”<\/span><\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

From Mansfield, Connecticut,\u00a0<\/span>Paula Newman described the experiences as her mother and father approached death.<\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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“I believe with complete certainty that\u00a0both\u00a0of my parents were blessed to experience visions of Jesus while confined to their deathbeds,” she writes. “Although at the time of their individual last agonies (about a decade apart) neither of my parents were able to speak, I just knew at a particular time for each of them that they were looking at Jesus as I sat in their rooms.<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

“My father, dying from stomach cancer and barely able to move at all towards the end of his life, on three separate occasions suddenly sat up in bed, looked up at the ceiling in front of him, and reached out with his right arm, while having an expression on his alert face of awe and expectation and longing. After a moment, it seemed he must have been told ‘not yet,’ because he would then frown and slump back upon the pillow each of the three different times.<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

“My mother,\u00a0<\/span>dying from congestive heart failure, had a similar experience. I had posted an 8″ by 10″ color portrait of Jesus and His Sacred Heart onto a message board opposite the foot of her bed and she, too, would suddenly sit up and reach out to the picture, with that same awed expression of longing and expectation. Also, even though her nose was covered by an oxygen mask, my mother had the double grace of being able to detect the smell of roses associated with the presence of Blessed Mother Mary, even though we did not.<\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

“The fact that I was able to witness my parents experiencing the heavenly realm gave me much consolation when they eventually passed away. I often implore their intercession in difficult moments, so that I may one day be worthy to join them in God’s glorious kingdom…”<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

No doubt, you will see them again!<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

We all can know this, and with joy<\/span>\u00a0— if we are “all in” with Jesus.<\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

Now from Jan Wolterman:<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

“In 1977 [a priest we knew named] Father Mike was preparing for his vocation, living and studying at\u00a0the old St. Mary’s seminary located in Cincinnati, Ohio. He enjoyed his four years\u00a0there and after becoming a chaplain for three local hospitals he would often return\u00a0to St. Mary’s to visit. Ministering to people who are suffering devastating illness\u00a0and people who have lost loved ones is a demanding, stressful job so Father Mike\u00a0relished an occasional ‘escape’ back to the seminary. He’d go up to his old room,\u00a0number 148, on the second floor, to just sit, focus his thoughts and re-energize his\u00a0soul…<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

“In the summer of 1995,<\/span>\u00a0he was making one such<\/span>\u00a0visit. By this time the\u00a0seminary was not in use anymore. Father Mike entered the deserted building,\u00a0climbed the stairs, and started down the hall to his room when his beeper went off.\u00a0He carried a voice pager but the message being broadcast was so garbled he\u00a0couldn’t understand what was being said. Knowing full well it might be an\u00a0emergency, he immediately turned around, went back down the stairs, out to his\u00a0car, and drove to a nearby gas station to use the pay phone.<\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

“After calling his staff at Providence Hospital he was told no, they hadn’t\u00a0paged him. The woman answering his next call to Children’s Hospital also replied\u00a0in the negative. Figuring it must have been St. Francis\/St. George, Father Mike\u00a0called his office there, only to hear his secretary say no, she hadn’t beeped him\u00a0either.<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

“Concluding it must<\/span>\u00a0have been a wrong number, Father Mike headed back to\u00a0the seminary. As he pulled into the parking lot he couldn’t believe his eyes. In the\u00a0eight minutes he was gone, the entire north wing, including Room 148, had\u00a0completely collapsed in on itself.\u00a0If you ask Father Mike who he thinks beeped him he’ll reply, ‘I believe it\u00a0was through the grace of the Blessed Virgin.’ St. Mary’s was originally dedicated\u00a0to her. Her promise to protect us from harm proved true.”<\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

True indeed. And this we must remember, as her month ends. So many, alas, do not avail themselves of her.<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

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