A second chance

Last night was one of the most, if not thee most, traumatic times of my life. I've have some trauma before, but it was usually the interior kind. Last night was surely external, with witnesses. It's not every night that I see the wreckage of a horrible car accident. It's less often that I see the soul of the passenger mere seconds after the accident. If you want details on that, ask in person.

However, there was good fruit here. First, I hear this morning that both driver and passenger are alive (though I do not know if that is true of this moment). Second, God has removed EVERY doubt of my priestly calling, such that I deserve a punch in the gut if I ever doubt again. Third, he has told me that my ministry will be - and is - teaching. To teach the faith, so that many may believe and understand. I am as sure of these things as my faith is strong (which I pray will never waver). Fourth, I finally know what it means to have a devotion to Mary, to trust in her, to love her. For I believe that she saved that poor soul in the white shirt. Oh how merciful the Lord is, to give him a second chance.

The "Memorare"
(for the souls in the car accident, and their families)

Remember, O most gracious Virgin Mary,
that never was it known
that any one who fled to your protection,
implored your help or sought your intercession,
was left unaided.

Inspired with this confidence,
I fly to you,
O Virgin of virgins my Mother;
to you do I come,
before you I stand,
sinful and sorrowful;
O Mother of the Word Incarnate,
despise not my petitions,
but in your mercy hear and answer me.
Amen.

"Fatima Prayer"

O my Jesus, forgive us our sins, save us from the fire of hell, lead all souls to heaven, especially those who are in most need of Thy mercy.