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DonaNobis_Pacem
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We all know, from the Prayer to St. Michael, that demons roam the earth seeking the ruin of souls, even though we can’t see them. However, I have a story about what was possibly a close encounter with such a being; though it is now but a memory, it still produces a shiver down my spine at the thought of it.
I had gone for a day to a meeting with the executive board members of a youth ministry known as Hard as Nails (the young man who started the ministry is a good, orthodox Catholic and is ON FIRE for Jesus through his “tough love” approach to young people of faith) to propose a new layout for their Web site. (Just a note: in the end, they went with a professional who designs Christian Web sites, but that’s neither here nor there.) We were gathered around the table in the retreat house they had reserved for the weekend, located on the property of the Blue Army Shrine, and after meeting for some time to go over business, the group decided to go to the chapel of the shrine for some quiet time in adoration. I joined them and spent time in prayer; after a while, I got up and left the chapel, then headed to the gift shop to peruse their items for sale.
I was looking over the books on the shelves and picked one up on the Brown Scapular of Our Lady of Mt. Carmel. As I was flipping through the pages, reading it briefly, a woman had come into the gift shop and was beginning to complain. I didn’t think anything of it, until her ranting became louder and more incensed; she began to go on about how people come into the adoration chapel “improperly dressed” and how she would “never let [her] children dress so disrespectfully”. However, I finally looked up from the book and listened as the woman turned on the poor girl working at the gift shop counter, flinging all kinds of accusations at her when the young lady hadn’t done anything wrong. The girl was getting visibly upset, and so was I. I was not totally aware of it at the time, but I sensed that there was a presence in the small shop, and I put the book in my hands back on the shelf as fear began to seize me.
Eventually, I couldn’t listen to the woman anymore, and it seemed the girl behind the counter (who was in tears by that point) was also afraid of the woman. I fled the gift shop and met up with the members of the youth ministry’s executive board, who had just left the adoration chapel, and related to them what happened. I was crying and very shaken up. They walked with me outside, then I ran like the dickens away from the building back to the retreat house; once everyone was gathered in the small “living room”, they had me sit down and all surrounded the chair to pray with, and over, me. They reminded me that God has not given us, as Catholics, a Spirit of fear and weakness, but a Spirit of courage and strength.
Is it possible a demonic presence had indeed been there in the gift shop and I had sensed it? Or perhaps the woman had good intentions and just got out of hand?
I had gone for a day to a meeting with the executive board members of a youth ministry known as Hard as Nails (the young man who started the ministry is a good, orthodox Catholic and is ON FIRE for Jesus through his “tough love” approach to young people of faith) to propose a new layout for their Web site. (Just a note: in the end, they went with a professional who designs Christian Web sites, but that’s neither here nor there.) We were gathered around the table in the retreat house they had reserved for the weekend, located on the property of the Blue Army Shrine, and after meeting for some time to go over business, the group decided to go to the chapel of the shrine for some quiet time in adoration. I joined them and spent time in prayer; after a while, I got up and left the chapel, then headed to the gift shop to peruse their items for sale.
I was looking over the books on the shelves and picked one up on the Brown Scapular of Our Lady of Mt. Carmel. As I was flipping through the pages, reading it briefly, a woman had come into the gift shop and was beginning to complain. I didn’t think anything of it, until her ranting became louder and more incensed; she began to go on about how people come into the adoration chapel “improperly dressed” and how she would “never let [her] children dress so disrespectfully”. However, I finally looked up from the book and listened as the woman turned on the poor girl working at the gift shop counter, flinging all kinds of accusations at her when the young lady hadn’t done anything wrong. The girl was getting visibly upset, and so was I. I was not totally aware of it at the time, but I sensed that there was a presence in the small shop, and I put the book in my hands back on the shelf as fear began to seize me.
Eventually, I couldn’t listen to the woman anymore, and it seemed the girl behind the counter (who was in tears by that point) was also afraid of the woman. I fled the gift shop and met up with the members of the youth ministry’s executive board, who had just left the adoration chapel, and related to them what happened. I was crying and very shaken up. They walked with me outside, then I ran like the dickens away from the building back to the retreat house; once everyone was gathered in the small “living room”, they had me sit down and all surrounded the chair to pray with, and over, me. They reminded me that God has not given us, as Catholics, a Spirit of fear and weakness, but a Spirit of courage and strength.
Is it possible a demonic presence had indeed been there in the gift shop and I had sensed it? Or perhaps the woman had good intentions and just got out of hand?