Hundreds of us bowed our heads and prayed with this wonderful man of God. What happened next I will never forget. I could live for 1,000 years and never forget what happened. During the prayer of this humble, gentle man, a tangible energy seemed to come all over me. It was kind of like electricity, but very soft and very sweet.
Suddenly I went to my knees. My hands and feet felt as if I was re-living the passion of Christ. It was very strong and quite painful. I began to cry as others came around me, asking what was happening. I did not know at the time about the Catholic stigmata. Actually, I knew very little about Jesus. Except that he was kind, holy, performed miracles and loved people. In one instant, one moment of time, he had become one with me and I with him.
Everyday I feel his passion in my hands and feet. Since that amazing day March 26th, 1985 the stigmata has been with me. Sometimes it is very strong, especially during prayer or discussions about God. However I could be writing a letter or drinking a glass of water, it matters not. It is always with me everyday. However, this was only the beginning.
The prayer of that Man of God thrust me into a new world. A supernatural world that I never knew existed. A world that was quite common in the early church during the first and second centuries. It was a world were the laws of nature did not even matter. A world of love, kindness, excitement, and miracles.
In this unseen world, reside the forces of Good and the Forces of evil; both forces battling over our happiness, freedom, and safety. There is a vicious, unseen battle going on. I did not choose to join. I was conscripted. One of those chosen to fight on the side of good. I must use God’s graces to encourage and help others.
I hope that this series will encourage and help all who read it and choose to believe.
