The Power of Prayer

I’d like to talk about my faith today. I give full credit to my mother for my faith.

My mother was a divorced Catholic who remarried. Who could no longer receive the sacraments in the Catholic church, but she made sure that we were brought up Catholic. Every week we went to religious education. And every Sunday, she took us to Mass.

And if my older brother, who had been out having a good time, came in late and knocked the phone off of the wall, we went to 7 o’clock Mass, otherwise it was usually 10 o’clock Mass.

My faith – I have a very powerful belief. I pray regularly, and one of my favorite prayers is the Chaplet of Divine Mercy, which you can look up. I have prayed that for people, and miracles have occurred.

I can tell you one miracle. My friend’s nephew had a brain tumor. They said it was the size of an egg and wrapped around his brain stem. I prayed that prayer while I was deer hunting in a tree, and that was the day of his surgery. When the doctors went in, the tumor was dying and it was not wrapped around the brain stem.

Another example, a young lady with Crohn’s disease. She only had 9 feet of her intestine left, and was told she had lesions on her stomach, and they would have to remove her stomach. I prayed the chaplet for her. And when she went in for her surgery, there were no lesions on her stomach. They were able to open her intestines, scrape it, pack it with antibiotics, and send her home. Again, to me, that’s another miracle. It’s a very powerful prayer.

As a member of my church, I have been a CCD teacher, teaching religious education to second and fifth graders. I have been a lector. And I have been a member of the choir for 38 years, which I still enjoy today. I love my choir director.

As a Catholic, I can say that I have not been happy with every priest that has come into the church. And I am sure, some of you have felt that same feeling. But many people left that church, and I sort of feel that it is my church. The priests have moved on after a few years, but I was going to be here after he was gone. So, I stuck with my church and again with my choir.

by Lois