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So here’s a fun story for you all. I have a friend who works construction. It’s a rigorous and rough life, but he is a strong young man trying to make his way in the world to establish himself. Keep him in your prayers because he is hopeful to meet a traditional young woman to marry and have many children with. He has certainly done everything on his end to make this happen including working hard, buying a home (albeit one on wheels), and most importantly, immersing himself in prayer and holy reading and listening.
A few nights ago, he was drifting off to sleep while listening to a recent episode of the Soldiers of the Immaculate podcast, he set a timer so he wouldn’t miss much of the episode when he did finally fall asleep. The next morning at 4:30 AM, he arose and got ready for work. Getting into his truck to head to the job site, he began to pray his routine of morning prayers.
He must’ve been asking for a sign from God or something similar. At a precise moment when he had fallen silent, the Bluetooth in his truck kicked in and immediately started playing the podcast from where it had left off the night before.
And that’s when he heard Father Isaac, Mary Relyea in the most perfect Queens accent, say the following:
“Burn in hell. Burn in hell.”
Obviously, this was apropos of nothing, but it sure gave my friend pause to consider whether he should go to confession and also a hearty chuckle.
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