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With Great Sadness, A Farewell

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The news was sudden, sad and unexpected.   Amy’s beloved husband, Michael, was gone.  Amy Welborn Dubruiel, writer of all things Catholic,  is living on the trust her husband Michael wrote about in his awe-inspiring  The Last Column . He is remembered and celebrated by all who knew him and knew of him.  In his last column for OSV, Mike spoke of  what his friend, Fr. Benedict Groeschel had called “The Big Lie.’ It is that, “If we say all the right prayers and live correctly, then nothing bad will ever happen to us.” Michael then related a true story told him by Fr. Benedict:

Diana was a young Puerto Rican woman who grew up in a very faith filled home. Even though they were poor, her mother taught her at an early age to trust God above everything. By the time she was old enough to go to college, Diana found a way to pursue her education – again something that she credited to her strong faith – and became the first member of her large family to graduate from college. She then married and was hired by a large investment firm in New York.

Even though her job kept her busy, she found time to attend Mass everyday. When her friends threw parties, Diana made up goodie bags for them that included candy and make-up, but also a prayer book and holy water. When a member of her family couldn’t pay their bills, Diana secretly paid them. When someone in the family got into trouble she bailed them out of jail.

One night Diana had a strange dream. In the dream Jesus appeared to her, dressed in a white robe, standing on a cloud of smoke. He was beckoning her to come to him, telling her not to worry, that he was going to take her with him. Then it seemed to her that the whole world disappeared from beneath her and she awoke. She told her husband about the dream the next morning, but he didn’t want to hear about it—it scared him.

The next few nights, the dream repeated itself. She told her mother, who wondered what it could mean.

A month later on September 11, 2001, Diana was at work at her investment firm in the World Trade Center on one of the top floors. She phoned her husband and mother on her cell phone after the second plane struck the tower below her. She reminded them of the dream, just before the tower crumbled.

What is the opposite of the “big lie”? Trust.

To hear Michael speak, Amy suggests Spirit Catholic Radio

“There is an appointed time for everything… A time to be born and a time to die…. A time to weep. and a time to laugh and to mourn …a time embrace…a time to be silent …  A time to love”    Ecclesiastes 3

Amy our hearts are with you and your family.








In Other Words

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The secular world looks upon Jesus, deemed irrelevant, and says,  “Crucify Him!”

President Barak Obama looks upon the Church and it’s voiced opposition to the gospel of Death  and says, “I won!”   In other words, “Crucify Him!”

Nancy Pelosi looks upon the teachings of the Church (her Church?) and it’s proclamation of the Gospel of Life.  Then, with political and pragmatic correctness, hammer and nails in hand, pronounces, in effec,t that Life costs too much.  So,we hear again, “Crucify Him!”

Get the Picture

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Here’s the vision as it was related to me.  You and I squeak pass the Pearly Gates.  People of all ages overwhelm even our enhanced understanding of the generations descended from Adam and Eve.  We can’t wait to embrace them.  Instantly, we know their stories.  These are those who lived Salvation history.  “What was it like?”,  we ask over and again?   These, after all, are those who walked dry shod through the walls of water escaping Pharaoh’s chariots.  Here, too,  are the masses who had pressed upon the Christ.  They’d witnessed the manner and miracles of Jesus.  Some has eaten the bread and fish He’d multiplied.  Others admitted that they had shouted, “Crucify Him.”  Others had stood along the way as He pushed on to Calvary. The martyrs from all past centuries were among the most joyful.  They now rejoiced that their blood shed for Christ seeded the proceeding eons to bear fruit in such as we.  For all our eagerness to express our gratitude to them and give glory to God, they pressed the more upon us for their need to know our stories.  “Tell us,”  they asked, “how black did the times become when men who pretend to knowledge denied life in the womb.  How dark were the days in which the hearts of mothers died, choosing  to bring forth corpses instead of  living children.  You, who lived with blindness and deafness,  how did you survive?  Like Peter, was it repentance that  re-ignited your flame?   How did you find courage walking  the Valley of the Shadow of Death?  How bright was the Light that brought you home?”