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Tenor Andrea Bocelli Tells a True Story About Abortion (that almost killed him)

So, for this occasion I want to tell you a little story. This is how the story goes: A young pregnant wife has been hospitalized for a simple attack of appendicitis. The doctors had to apply some ice on her stomach and when the treatments ended the doctors suggested that she abort the child. They told her it was the best solution because the baby would be born with some disability. But the young brave wife decided not to abort, and the child was born.

That woman was my mother, and I was the child. Maybe I’m partisan but I can say that it was the right choice.

And I hope this could encourage many mothers that sometime find themselves in difficult situations in those moments when life is complicated but want to save the life of their baby. ….

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Priest reports: “I Heard the Devil’s Confession”

CARTAGO, Colombia, APRIL 23, 2010 (Zenit.org).- Here is the winning story of the “Priestly Anecdotes” competition sponsored by Catholic.net, which received 820 entries from presbyters in 78 countries.

Father Manuel Julian Quiceno Zapata, of the Diocese of Cartago, Colombia, won the competition with this story, and was awarded a pilgrimage to the Holy Land …

By Father Manuel Julian Quiceno Zapata

Of what I experienced before hearing his confession, I remember the following.

As parish priest of a small village, I would often go out through the streets on Sunday, to greet people and give them a written catechesis, especially those who for different reasons did not go to church.

In the parish dedicated to St. Joseph, many had a habit that they fulfilled every Sunday without fail, as if it was a duty. This was to drink “some cold ones” — as they called beer. Hence, it was easy to know where to find this type of “faithful,” and he was also among them.

One day, when I finished my run, a lady approached me to ask me if I had recognized the “devil.” According to her, I had greeted him and he had received one of the messages that I gave out.

I had not seen the “devil,” or at least I don’t remember having seen any woman or man who looked like him.

On another occasion I had to go to the neighboring village to help a brother priest, but the parish car broke down and so I needed someone to take me.

What was my surprise when on asking some persons who might help me with this service, a boy immediately said to me: “Father, if you like I’ll call the ‘devil’ to take you.”

You can’t imagine what I thought at that moment. It seemed a joke, but then I accepted the proposal and that day I saw him for the first time.

I kept silent for a long time, as it was the first time I was making such a trip. Moreover, I thought, what can I talk about with the devil?

Then I spoke to him, but it seemed more like an interview than a conversation. That day, before ending the trip and without saying anything, I left a scapular of the Virgin of Carmel in his car.

Henceforth I saw him everywhere; now I recognized him and, although I always invited him to Mass, he always said: “Not now, I’ll do so one day; I have my reasons.”

Time passed and one day a boy who was waiting at the door of the church told me that someone needed me urgently, and that he didn’t want to go before speaking with me. The boy explained that it was a gravely ill man. Then I quickly looked for everything that was necessary for the visit.

How surprised I was when, arriving in the place, I discovered that the gravely ill man who had been waiting for a priest for several days was Ramon, the one whom they called “the devil;” a man of the camp who had lived through very difficult human situations.

He could not remember when or why they began to call him thus, but he had grown used to it. Now, lying in his bed, he was suffering from a terrible cancer and his end was approaching.

I remember very well what he said to me that day: “Father, do you remember me? I am the one they call ‘the devil,’ but I do not leave my soul to him; it belongs to God! Please, can you hear my confession?”

It was a very special moment, but even more so when I saw what he pressed in his hands while I heard his confession: a scapular, precisely the one I had left in his car. Now he was taking it on his journey to eternity.

Later, in that house I also saw a sheet on confession, one of those that I myself had left with him one Sunday at midday.

How great and mysterious God is. He works in silence and with simplicity, but in addition lets us share with everyone the gift he has given us. And that day the whole village was talking about it (and I was also thinking about it): I have heard the devil’s confession!

Padre Pio and the Angels

St. Padre Pio was especially careful for the well-being, spiritual and material, of those whom he had accepted as his spiritual son or daughter. He would look after them from a distance, with the help of their guardian angel. The following story is related in Send Me Your Guardian Angel, a book on Padre Pio’s relations with the angels by Fr. Alessio Parente, OFM Cap.. Fr, Alessio had the privilege of taking care of Padre Pio in the later years of his life.

Once a person was accepted as Padre Pio’s spiritual child, he would never abandon them, no matter what danger they were in. Even if he did not visit them personally, they would receive his help through his Guardian Angel.

Cecil Humphrey-Smith, a well known gentleman from England, is Padre Pio’s spiritual child. Whilst in Italy, during the time Padre Pio was alive, Cecil had a car crash and was very seriously injured. A friend of his, seeing him in such a bad condition afterwards, went to the Post Office and sent a telegram to Padre Pio requesting his prayers for the injured Cecil. When he presented the telegram at the desk, the man gave him back a telegram from Padre Pio assuring his prayers for Cecil Humphrey-Smith’s recovery.

It was some months before Cecil was in good enough shape to travel again, but immediately he had recovered he made tracks for San Giovanni Rotondo. On this occasion, both Cecil and his friend met Padre Pio and they thanked him for his prayers. At the same time, they were curious to know how he came to know about the accident and how a telegram had arrived in such a short space of time. In response to their demand, Padre Pio, in his humoristic way said: “Do you think the Angels go as slowly as the planes?”

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Democracy, Communism, and wild pigs

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A chemistry professor in a large college had some exchange students in the class. One day while the class was in the lab, the Professor noticed one young man (an exchange student) who kept rubbing his back and stretching as if his back hurt.

The professor asked the young man what was the matter. The student told him he had a bullet lodged in his back.. He was shot while fighting Communists in his native country who were trying to overthrow his country’s government and install a new Communist government.

In the midst of his story, he looked at the professor and asked a strange question. He asked, ‘Do you know how to catch wild pigs?’

The professor thought it was a joke and asked for the punch line.

The young man said this was no joke. ‘You catch wild pigs by finding a suitable place in the woods and putting corn on the ground. The pigs find it and begin to come everyday to eat the free corn. When they are used to coming every day, you put a fence down one side of the place where they are used to coming. When they get used to the fence, they begin to eat the corn again and you put up another side of the fence. They get used to that and start to eat again. You continue until you have all four sides of the fence up with a gate in the last side. The pigs, which are used to the free corn, start to come through the gate to eat, you slam the gate on them, and catch the whole herd.

Suddenly the wild pigs have lost their freedom. They run around and around inside the fence, but they are caught. Soon they go back to eating the free corn. They are so used to it that they have forgotten how to forage in the woods for themselves, so they accept their captivity.

The young man then told the professor that is exactly what he sees happening to America. The g overnment keeps pushing us toward socialism and keeps spreading the free corn out in the form of programs such as supplemental income, tax credit for unearned income, tobacco subsidies, dairy subsidies, payments not to plant crops (CRP), welfare, medicine, drugs, etc., while we continually lose our freedoms — just a little at a time.

One should always remember: There is no such thing as a free lunch! Also, a politician will never provide a service for you cheaper than you can do it yourself.

Also, if you see that all of this wonderful government ‘help’ is a problem confronting the future of democracy in America, you might want to send this on to your friends. If you think the free ride is essential to your way of life, God help you when the gate slams shut!

Keep your eyes on the newly elected politicians who are about to slam the gate on America.

“A government big enough to give you everything you want is big enough to take away everything you have.” – Thomas Jefferson

Submitted by D. Detty 

An Inspirational Story with photos

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An Inspirational Story with photos

Submitted by Ken K.