"There are not over a hundred people in the United States who hate the Catholic Church. There are millions, however, who hate what they wrongly believe to be the Catholic Church, which is, of course, quite a different thing." -Bishop Fulton J. Sheen
Placating terrorists, meeting with dictators, compassion for murderers... but no humanity for the unborn... incredible.
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Coincidence? 4 years ago, I met a man from my job and we became good friends. Around the time my Wife's Mother was found to have a tumor in her brain, Bob, was also diagnosed with cancer, resulting from a tumor in his brain. Chemo seemed to help him, but the cancer returned eventually. He would stop by work once in awhile to say hello. He was always positive. I hadn't seen Bob in a few months, but he was always in my thoughts.
Ladt night, I had a dream in which I was standing on a street corner when Bob approached me. He walked right up to me and hugged me, and whispered goodbye.
I found out today that Bob passed this morning.
Please pray for Bob. A very dear man.
May his soul have found it's way to Christ.
--- "My Sheep hear my voice, and I know them, and they follow Me.
Re: Coincidence? Coincidence? I don't think so, Tony. What a sad and powerful story all at the same time. I do believe that sometimes our dreams do mean something, and I don't mean in a dream analysis kind of way, of course. I'd like to share a story with you...
My dear grandpa Lou passed away from cancer when I was 14. I loved him so and I always knew when we had our first child that if it was a boy, I would name him after gramps. Of course, now we have Joseph Louis. Anyway, my grandma, being the worrier that she is, would often express her concern that he was not in heaven. It seemed to overwhelm her sometimes.
One day after I got home from school, I laid down on the living room floor and fell asleep. (I don't recall exactly how long this was after grandpa died, but not very long.) While I slept, I dreamed that I was sitting there, right in the very spot where I was sleeping, and grandpa was sitting on the couch. He was not the man I last saw, the one so thin and frail and utterly changed from the cancer, but his old, jolly self, and he was talking to me. My mom and grandma were in the kitchen, but they could not see or hear him. What strikes me about this dream is that everything was EXACTLY the way it was in real life. Usually, dreams are really strange because a lot of times you know you are in your house or familiar place, but it looks nothing like it really is. Even people you know sometimes don't look like they really do. This wasn't like that at all.
When I woke up, I couldn't remember a single word he said, only that I KNEW he had been telling me about heaven. I believe to this day that that was our sign that that's where he is. I think perhaps it may have been when he left purgatory that I had that dream. I don't know, but that's what I believe. I don't know why it was me that had that dream instead of my grandma, maybe because I was still a kid and open to it. I don't know if it has brought her comfort over the years, but I hope so. It has me.
Your description of Father Dan reminded me so much of what cancer did to my grandpa. It is a horrible thing. He'll be in my thoughts and prayers.
