Monthly Archives: March 2018

A Conversion Story

This conversion story is a pretty long read but worth it. Its the story of Gloria Polo a wife, mother and dentist from Bogota, Columbia who was struck and killed by lightning on May 5, 1995. She details her afterlife experiences, what she learned about the life she had been living and her return to the physical life.

Here are some excerpts:

I said the same thing about my legs, because I knew I had spectacular legs, nice abdominal muscles… But in an instant, I saw with horror how my whole life had been only a continual and useless care of the body… Because this was the center of my life: love for my body. And now, I no longer had a body! In the place of the breasts I had startling holes, especially the left one, which was practically gone. The legs were a sight to be seen, like fragments, but without flesh, black as coal. Note: the parts of the body that I took care of and esteemed the most, were the ones that were completely burned and literally without flesh.

 

Then, I saw the Most Blessed Virgin prostrated, when the priest elevated Our Lord in the Host, during the Mass that was celebrated for the soul of my cousin. The Virgin Mary interceded for me! Prostrated at the feet of Our Lord, she gathered all the prayers that the people of my land made for me, and she presented them to Him.

 

Oh, brothers, what sadness! What a great pain! How the devil makes us see things! … As if it were nothing, as if it were something without importance! … As if an abortion provoked the most natural thing in the world! On the contrary, stupid people feel bad! That sex is to be consumed, without remorse, without fault!

 

Never, never, did I have love, nor compassion, for the neighbor, for my brothers outside. I never thought, in the most absolute way, about the sick, about their solitude, about children without a mother, about the orphans… With so many babies who suffer, so much suffering, I could have said: Lord, let me accompany them in their pains… And instead: no. Nothing! My heart of rock never remembered the sufferings of others. The worst thing was that I never did anything for love of neighbor!

 

Read the rest here.

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Pardon Me, Dear “Music Ministers” but …

Pardon me dear “ministers of sacred music”, but what makes you think that I’ve shown up early for the Holy Sacrifice of the Mass in order to listen to you serenade me with some ditty from the repertoire of so called “sacred music” that is the Holy Grail of Catholic Hymnody however it is labeled whether it be Breaking Bread, or Heritage Missal or Gather or some other variation? And why do you think that I would be interested in watching you as you prepare for your performance (because that’s what it is) even though you be positioned so close to the altar that it is impossible to miss any of your antics if one so much as opens ones eyes or raises ones head?

What’s that you say? Hmm, yes…good point. I see. Most of the congregation has come as if to a social event and they expect to be entertained musically by yourselves or verbally by the clever words of the celebrant as if they were at a night club or social club.  Yes, I also see that the irreverence and casual attitude of the priest also lends itself to the style of music that you consider appropriate for this sacred gathering.

I guess I owe you an apology.  I suppose you can assume nothing other than this meeting is just a get together to slap each other on the back and pretend that you’ve fulfilled your obligation and its clear sailing here on out to eternal happiness,

Forgive me.