My dear wife, Kathy, sometimes bugs me and tells me to concentrate, not so much on our trials and tribulations -- especially when it comes to what is happening in the church (the synodal church, that is) -- but rather on being joyful about what God wants and desires from us.
And that HE is in control, and will make things right in HIS own time...
Again, sometimes I get bugged when I hear this, but I shouldn't, because, in the long run, she is right!
Before I go any further, let me just say that I have been through a lot in my nearly eight decades on this earth: war, PTSD, cancer and other physical ailments that, for the moment, will remain private.
Yet even when I was on the perimeter in Vietnam, with the possibility of not living to see the sun rise, I wasn't afraid, per se, but cautious about what might happen that night and my duties to my country and the South Vietnamese folks also fighting for their very freedoms to live according to their faith, conscience and choose a political system that they wanted, not what the communists wanted...
I felt the same way when I was wheeled into the operating room to remove a massive, aggressive cancer that had grown to the size of a large grapefruit (due to Agent Orange) just under my left breast area.
If someone asked me why I was not scared but just a little apprehensive, I guess the only real reason was that I felt that I was being protected by prayers of folks that loved me, or, in the case of some of the great nurses that prepped me for the coming task -- who didn't really know me at all -- treated me so humanly and kindly.
One of those great nurses actually held my hand for a minute or two...
That little gesture made me feel special...
The surgeon told my wife that the operation could take up to four hours, maybe more, depending on whether the plastic surgeon had to take out some of my ribs and replace them with some type of prosthesis.
I went under the knife...
About 30 minutes later the surgeon came out to the waiting room and informed my wife that he was all done!
Then about 25 minutes later the plastic surgeon came out and told my wife that he was all done!
Total time, less than one hour!
Kathy's prayers for me, the incredible knowledge and skill of the doctors -- and Providence! -- told the story that I was to "hang around" for a few more years...
We went home the next day!!
That was back in 2020...
Since that time, I have undergone more physical trials and tribulations, make no mistake about that, but I continue to fight the good fight, and, as St. Paul reports in his Epistle, to finish the race and win that eternal crown!
I have sort of gotten off the original track that I had planned on writing about, so let me get back to the title of this article...
"...I Will Relate A "Small" Miracle That Occurred While Reciting The Holy Rosary"...
Quite a few years ago, when Mass was in the basement of the chapel at Saint Benedict Center -- in one of the original structures -- we made friends with a couple with two children, with Kathy suggesting they come to the Latin Mass...
The husband was a Major in the Army, and the wife was oriental/Asian...
We got to be pretty good friends going to their home for dinner, etc.,
Then an incident occurred that caused us to take sides, so to speak...
It was either them or our other friends regarding a potential modesty question or some other issue -- as I can't remember what the entire problem was all about after all these years.
This dragged for far too long...
Our great chaplain, Fr. Michael Jarecki -- who went to his reward in 2012 -- called us and strongly suggested that we meet at our "former" friend's home for counsel to see if this rift could be settled.
At first, I was not completely taken with this idea, but alas, Fr. Michael was very insistent, and when Fr. Michael was "insistent," you listened -- we finally agreed to meet at their home.
Those folks had a statue of Our Lady in their living room...
At Father's "suggestion," we agreed to recite the Rosary...
We knelt down and started the prayers...
Then "it" happened...
Even before the first decade was over, that wall of distrust, the rift, the ill feeling flew out of that house as if a demon was cast out from our hearts and minds!
There were more than a few tears!
Our Lady performed another "tiny" miracle right in that living room!
We were friends once again...
The wise Fr. Michael had achieved another victory through the powerful intercession of the Mother of Christ, Our Blessed Lord!
The power of the holy Rosary is almost impossible to calculate, not only that, but the fact that many other -- major -- miracles have been attributed to those who faithfully say the Rosary consistently, either for themselves, their families, or for others, especially for their enemies -- as Our Lord commanded us to pray!
Sometimes that is not an easy thing to do, considering our fallen human nature -- and pride!
But those who pray -- notwithstanding other directives dictated by Our Lord and His holy Church -- will be saved!
Those who believe and are Baptized will be saved, those who believe not will be condemned!
I apologize for the ramblings here, but I just wanted to share, what I consider, good news about praying to Our Lady, that she may use her powerful intercession for us at the throne of Her Divine Son.
We should understand that whatever she -- the Mother! -- requests of her Son, He will not refuse!
Pray too for strength and honor!
Viva Cristo Rey! Bl. Fr. Miguel Pro, Fr. Emil Kapuan, and Fr. Vincent Capodanno, pray for us...
St. Michael the Archangel, defend us in battle...
St. Joseph, pray for us!!
Gene DeLalla