From a reader…
On the First Friday in August, my godson and I went to confession. We then went camping for a week.
We found a lovely church to attend Mass on Sunday. Thursday we came home.
Friday my beloved 43 year old godson dropped dead. There was no possibility for last rites.
I was with him 24 hours a day from our confessions until his death and believe, as much as anyone can know, that he was still in a state of grace when he died.
For that mercy, I am exceedingly grateful.
Keep ranting Father Z!
We never know.
We simply don’t know.
It could be unforeseen. It could be soon.
Say it with me?
GO TO CONFESSION!
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Wow, it’s true you just never know! Prayers for that man, and his godson’s soul and friends and family. I can’t imagine. Keep ranting, Fr. Z. p.s. I will pray for those intentions in my rosary and at mass this morning.
I went today. Thank you Father Z!
I went to Confession today too! Thank you Jesus, Miserere Mei Deus!