I was goofing on Google Reader and discovered I’d written something. I tend to forget about my New Evangelizers column because I turn it in a week ahead of when it’s published. Here’s the background: My friend and I were talking on the phone, and she told me her death-bed-holy-water-evangelization story. It stuck with me, and when my NE deadline came to my attention, I e-mailed and asked if I could borrow the story for the column. We changed the names to protect privacy, and after I wrote up my draft, she looked it over and corrected a few details I’d mixed up (working from my memory of the phone conversation).
Anyhow, it’s a lovely story of evangelization by a person you don’t think of as an “evangelist”, but who is a good Catholic doing her normal Catholic housewife stuff, and gets a miracle. Yeah. Seriously. A little miracle. But not so little to the person on her death bed who benefited from it. Go look.
I love your last point…not sure if I should feel guilty chuckling… but I know you and you can very witty! BTW people reading my comment this is in reference to the linked article not this blog post… if you were wondering…and then you should head on over and read it 😉
Nope. Don’t feel guilty chuckling. It’s true though. :-).