Let’s celebrate our successes and support one another. Share your small successes and cheer for the others!
- The success, that I want to share with this group this week affects every aspect of my day-to-day routine. I am not speaking theoretically or expounding on tradition, nor is this account some sweet, pious story; my experience with praying for a soul in purgatory has been a tough, nitty-gritty, real struggle every day.
It is all Souls Day on Saturday.I know personally, the agony of a soul who is desperate for my prayers. I have learned through personal experience, that souls in purgatory, although they cannot pray for themselves, press in on the most sensitive of their relatives for prayer.
- . My Ukrainian grandmother, who had been in Canada for barely 15 years, died accidentally under extreme duress as a young mother of three boys age 4, 7 and 9 when her husband was at war. Since this occurred in the 1940′s, she was denied a Christian burial in the Catholic church. When my grandfather returned from the war, the young family left the Catholic Church and my grandfather remarried a Protestant Presbyterian. In turn, I was raised in this church with no knowledge of any Catholic roots until I converted. My father pleaded with me to reconsider; his childhood memories of how the Church handled immigrants were horrific.
- It took years before I understood that the emotional weight I carried like a rock in my chest was not mine but I what I felt was actually my deceased grandmother’s guilt, shame and sense of unforgiven sin in my own emotions. I heard her negative words interiorly and again the words I heard seemed to condemn ME. These spiritual, emotional and even physical burdens were simply the only way my grandmother could get my attention. After two years of interceding for her, a priest ( who in fact is the official exorcist of my diocese) was finally led by God to give this poor soul absolution in the name of the Church. Instantly, I mean immediately, I was free and my grandmother was filled with joy as she literally flew into the arms of Christ. I still could burst out into songs of praise every time I think of my grandmother and in thanksgiving for the new joy which replaces the burdens I carried for years.