Today the Church remembers St. Maximilian Kolbe, the Franciscan priest known for giving his life in place of a fellow prisoner in the starvation bunker of Auschwitz I. Seven years ago today, I was blessed to be in that bunker (under much different circumstances--it was our honeymoon). It was a tiny and dark cell, but all around me everyone was singing praise to God. On the wall of a nearby cell, a condemned prisoner had etched an image of Jesus and we kissed it without fear. Outside, the sun shone and a clear, beautiful wind refreshed the visitors to the death camp. "And He shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow nor crying and there shall be no more pain; for the former things have all passed away." ~Revelation 21:4The sound is broken on my computer, so I haven't been able to preview this video, but I seem to remember that it's a good one. (Please let me know if you get to the end and find an obscenity!)
3 comments:
What an awesome opportunity for you and your husband! My grandfather gave his life during WWII leaving behind a young widow and three small children. The video was excellent. +JMJ+
Wow! Where was your grandfather from?
His parents were Irish immigrants. He fought as a United States soldier. Obviously, I never met him, but I always think of him with such pride... and of my grandma, too. She raised her children on her own. She had opportunities to re-marry but wanted to remain faithful to her beloved husband. She was a devout Catholic woman, and I loved her dearly!
Have a nice evening. God bless!
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