Do You Know That Nun?
The following story appeared in a Catholic publication in the late
eighties. According to the Catholic circles of that time it was true
and Miguel de Portugal accepted it as such then. Had there been any
would have vanished later based on the many first hand experiences
he had, and continues to have over thirty years later.
It is the Will of God that we now make it available to all.
The story as told by father John Izral...
I was stationed at a parish in Gulfport, Mississippi”, began Fr.
Izral at a Peace Mass at St. Matthew the Apostle Church in River Ridge,
“One day I received a call from a
Baptist woman. ‘Father I must
see-you’, she said. ‘I met a nun and I want you to tell me who she is.’”
Since Fr. Izral knew the nuns of the area, he agreed to come to her
house. When he arrived the woman began to tell him about her life. Her
husband was a drinker and had physically abused her. If she went to
Church he would beat her up.
If he found her reading the Bible, he would tear it up. When he was
very drunk he would bring other women home. If his wife complained
about his habits, he would beat her. She had a 9 year old son who was
following in his father's footsteps. The boy had been in trouble with
the law on several occasions.
One day, when her husband came home drunk, the woman could take it no
longer. When he went into the bedroom she fell on her knees near the
kitchen table and prayed: “God,
please help me.”
A few minutes later the door bell rang. Standing there was a beautiful
woman with street length clothes, blond hair and blue eyes. She had
never seen her before.
“Father”, she questioned, “Do you know this nun? I want to talk to
again.” She then continued...
“The nun sat at the table with me and
described my life – how my
husband has acted and the abuses I have had to endure.”
The nun gave her some advice – not to worry about getting to Church if
her husband would not let her, and for her to read the Bible when he
was not at home. She also taught her to offer the prayer to St. Michael
the Archangel which she was to pray daily.
“ I was amazed”, said Fr.
Izral, “that she could recite the
hearing it only one time.”
Inspired by this visit, the woman called her husband to meet her guest.
He came to the bedroom door and was knocked back, as a strong and
invisible hand slapped him across the face so vigorously that he fell
to the floor. He didn't dare to come out of the bedroom until long
after the visitor had left.
Then the son came into the kitchen. His eyes riveted on this beautiful
visitor. She then hugged the wife and walked out the door. Immediately
her son asked, “Mother, who is that
The woman, realizing she had forgotten to ask the name of the visitor,
immediately opened the door; no one was there.
Earlier when the visitor arrived, the wife had noticed there was no car
parked nearby. As she looked up and down the street there was no car
and no one on the street.
Fr. Izral told the woman, “That was
not a nun. You were visited by the
Blessed Virgin Mary.” He continued, “Though it went against everything
I learned in the seminary, I seemed to have the absolute certainty that
this was Mary.”
Fr. Izral spoke to the woman six weeks later. She had followed the
advice given by the visitor. Her husband no longer was drinking. Her
son had changed too, and their family life had greatly improved. She
was still praying the daily prayer to St. Michael.
Michael, the Archangel defend us in the day of battle.
our safeguard against the wickedness and snares of the devil.
God rebuke him we humbly pray and do thou o prince of The Heavenly
Hosts, by the power of God,
into hell satan and all evil spirits who prowl around the world seeking
the ruin of souls.
Published in Honor of Our Lady
of Sorrows - September 15t, 2015
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