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.