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One Saturday in 1991, years before I knew my wife, she had this dream. She lived in the Philippines and knew nothing about the things she saw in her dream. She saw a place of great chaos, people running back and forth, and soldiers standing there shooting them. And she saw a great hole, people carrying bodies in wheelbarrows, bodies on top of one another, to this grave, as soldiers pointed guns at them. As she saw people being shot in a place of chaos, one of the soldiers saw her and chased her, trying to shoot her. Running away, she was greatly afraid, and then she woke up. When she woke up, she said the words “Maximilian Kolbe.” She didn’t know who he is, and doesn’t know how this also happened. Then she heard a choir singing for a short while, gently like a lullaby in a language that she didn’t know. She thought the singing was from the retreat house up the street, during a retreat. But when she asked the caretaker of the retreat house later, there was no singing there then.
Because of what she had seen, she thought Maximilian Kolbe was one of the people she saw killed, asking for her prayers while he was in purgatory, and so she prayed for his soul. Maximilian Kolbe wasn’t a name used in her country, and so she realized he was a foreigner.
She goes to mass every day, and several days later, the priest during mass said this is the feast day of Saint Maximilian Kolbe, that he had great love for Mary, Jesus’ mother, and that he gave his life for another man. She was embarrassed that she prayed for his soul.
(Maximilian Kolbe died in Auschwitz, Nazi concentration camp. A Polish man was chosen for execution, but after he cried out that he has a wife and children, Father Kolbe asked to take his place, and so was killed instead. To me this is a sign that God’s love exists even in the midst of such horror, the horror she herself saw in her dream. I think her experience was meant to bring this out.)
She talked with a priest who is a friend of her family about what she had dreamed. Perhaps Saint Maximilian Kolbe wants to be your friend, he told her then. This remark greatly impressed her.
Then she went to the library of the Catholic high school she had attended to find a book on Saint Kolbe. She was surprised that the German soldiers she saw in the book had the same uniforms she saw in her dream. This too had been completely unknown to her.
After this she had great devotion to this saint, and her devotion to the Virgin Mary greatly increased when she learned of Saint Kolbe’s own great devotion to the Virgin Mary. Since then she has attended to his feast day every year (which is August 14), and chose his feast day for our wedding.
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One Saturday in 1991, years before I knew my wife, she had this dream. She lived in the Philippines and knew nothing about the things she saw in her dream. She saw a place of great chaos, people running back and forth, and soldiers standing there shooting them. And she saw a great hole, people carrying bodies in wheelbarrows, bodies on top of one another, to this grave, as soldiers pointed guns at them. As she saw people being shot in a place of chaos, one of the soldiers saw her and chased her, trying to shoot her. Running away, she was greatly afraid, and then she woke up. When she woke up, she said the words “Maximilian Kolbe.” She didn’t know who he is, and doesn’t know how this also happened. Then she heard a choir singing for a short while, gently like a lullaby in a language that she didn’t know. She thought the singing was from the retreat house up the street, during a retreat. But when she asked the caretaker of the retreat house later, there was no singing there then.
Because of what she had seen, she thought Maximilian Kolbe was one of the people she saw killed, asking for her prayers while he was in purgatory, and so she prayed for his soul. Maximilian Kolbe wasn’t a name used in her country, and so she realized he was a foreigner.
She goes to mass every day, and several days later, the priest during mass said this is the feast day of Saint Maximilian Kolbe, that he had great love for Mary, Jesus’ mother, and that he gave his life for another man. She was embarrassed that she prayed for his soul.
(Maximilian Kolbe died in Auschwitz, Nazi concentration camp. A Polish man was chosen for execution, but after he cried out that he has a wife and children, Father Kolbe asked to take his place, and so was killed instead. To me this is a sign that God’s love exists even in the midst of such horror, the horror she herself saw in her dream. I think her experience was meant to bring this out.)
She talked with a priest who is a friend of her family about what she had dreamed. Perhaps Saint Maximilian Kolbe wants to be your friend, he told her then. This remark greatly impressed her.
Then she went to the library of the Catholic high school she had attended to find a book on Saint Kolbe. She was surprised that the German soldiers she saw in the book had the same uniforms she saw in her dream. This too had been completely unknown to her.
After this she had great devotion to this saint, and her devotion to the Virgin Mary greatly increased when she learned of Saint Kolbe’s own great devotion to the Virgin Mary. Since then she has attended to his feast day every year (which is August 14), and chose his feast day for our wedding.
–Continued next post. (Together these two posts are longer than the maximum amount allowed to be posted.)
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