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Amazing story of St. Michael in Action September 24, 2013

Posted by Tantumblogo in awesomeness, Basics, Christendom, General Catholic, Glory, Grace, priests, sanctity, Society, Spiritual Warfare, Tradition, Virtue.
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Are you continuing your St. Michael Novena, or the Novena to the Holy Guardian Angels?  Perhaps this amazing story from TFP Student Action (which group – they have some issues) will help inspire you to start the Novena, even if a bit late.  The below is from a letter written from a Marine in Korea in 1950 to his mother back in the states, after he had suffered an injury in combat.  The story is verified by Fr. Walter Muldy, a US Navy Chaplain who knew the Marine and unit involved.

Dear Mom,

I am writing to you from a hospital bed. Don’t worry, Mom, I am okay. I was wounded, but the doctor says that I will be up in no time.

But that’s not what I have to tell you, Mom. Something happened to me that I don’t dare tell anyone else for fear of their disbelief. But I have to tell you, the one person I can confide in, though even you may find it hard to believe.

You remember the prayer to Saint Michael that you taught me to pray when I was little: “Michael, Michael of the morning,…” Before I left home for Korea, you urged me to remember this prayer before any confrontation with the enemy. But you really didn’t have to remind me, Mom. I have always prayed it, and when I got to Korea, I sometimes said it a couple of times a day while marching or resting.

Well, one day, we were told to move forward to scout for Commies. It was a really cold day. As I was walking along, I perceived another fellow walking beside me, and I looked to see who it was.

He was a big fellow, a Marine about 6’4” and built proportionally. Funny, but I didn’t know him, and I thought I knew everyone in my unit. I was glad to have the company and broke the silence between us:

“Chilly today, isn’t it?” Then I chuckled because suddenly it seemed absurd to talk about the weather when we were advancing to meet the enemy.
He chuckled too, softly.

“I thought I knew everyone in my outfit,” I continued, “ but I have never seen you before.”

“No,” he agreed, “I have just joined. The name is Michael.”

“Really?! That’s mine, too.”

“I know,” the Marine said, “Michael, Michael of the morning….”

Mom, I was really surprised that he knew about my prayer, but I had taught  it to many of the other guys, so I supposed that the newcomer must have picked it up from someone else. As a matter of fact, it had gotten around to the extent that some of the fellows were calling me “Saint Michael.”

Then, out of the blue, Michael said, “There’s going to be trouble ahead.”

I wondered how he could know that. I was breathing hard from the march, and my breath hit the cold air like dense clouds of fog. Michael seemed to be in top shape because I couldn’t see his breath at all. Just then, it started to snow heavily, and soon it was so dense I could no longer hear or see the rest of my outfit. I got a little scared and yelled, “Michael!” Then I felt his strong hand on my shoulder and heard his voice in my ear, “It’s going to clear up soon.”

It did clear up, suddenly. And then, just a short distance ahead of us, like so many dreadful realities, were seven Commies, looking rather comical in their funny hats. But there was nothing funny about them now; their guns were steady and pointed straight in our direction.

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Go to TFP Student Action to read the end of this amazing story.  God works in mysterious ways, and He and His agents sometimes intervene in human affairs in ways that are inexplicable to us.  But, we shall know the full Truth when we behold the Beatific Vision in Heaven.  Accept this story or not, our Faith is proved by the innumerable miracles that have been granted to numerous Saints and other souls to establish its veracity.  It was great miracles that first converted the Jews, some Gentiles, and then an entire great empire to the Faith. The world may scoff, but the world’s eyes are clouded by the darkness of sin, whereas we see with the light of faith.

Oh, and the little Michael, Michael of the Morning prayer is below. I never knew it before!

Michael, Michael of the morning,
Fresh chord of Heaven adorning,
Keep me safe today,
And in time of temptation
Drive the devil away.
Amen.

StMichaelTheArchangel

Comments

1. LaGallina - September 24, 2013

Can anyone fill me in on the “issues” that the TFP has? What’s worse: TFP? Or Catholics who are more like evangelical Christians than Catholics?

And is the TFP that bad, or is it just that people hate them for being traditionalists?

I would love any insight on this.

tantamergo - September 24, 2013

TFP is very orthodox, no problem there. You’re way better off with them than with any evangelicals, certainly. I would far prefer them over charismatic groups. There is no problem with their beliefs, and there are very many good people in TFP, but they take some liberties with their members, especially the youth, that some very good priests find troubling. They kind of act like they are a religious order, even though they are not. They require the young men to take oaths of celibacy, which some have complained of being difficult to get out of. It’s all very nebulous, which is why I said “they have issues” and nothing more. There are concerns over some of their activities, but they are 100% orthodox in their belief and practice of the Faith.

LaGallina - September 25, 2013

Thanks. That was kind of the impression I got from googling them. But I wasn’t sure if they were just being maligned for being traditionalists.

If you ever hear of any traditional Catholic boys camps in Texas would you let me know. That is what I’m trying to find: a positive Traditional Catholic influence for my boys. I know about the Knights of St. George but I don’t know any traditional men in my area to lead it.


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