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I hope there is room to consider a story that has brought me no small amount of confort.
There is a story of private revelation dealing with St. John Vianney. SJV approached a widow wearing the black mourning dress and said (to the effect)
6 years ago a friend of mine - a drinking buddy to rival anyone’s drinking buddy - checked into a seedy motel with a liter of vodka and two or three bottles of sleeping pills and killed himself. I found out later from an EMT that responded to the scene (a person I met in a fashion that could only be Providence) who told me that when they recovered his body he was found kneeling at the side of the bed with his hands folded like little kids do when they say night prayers. I hope against hope that in those final moments irresistible grace reigned down and he saw his error and died in God’s friendship.
Until something is done it is done. We have no way to know this side of heaven what happens in the last moments. Even if we think of the idea of “life flashing before my eyes” and take a moment to consider or imagine how in a split second time can slow to a crawl, Mercy and Providence allow for infinite possibilities. How long does God need to reign down graces? How long does it take to say “yes” to that grace which allows for perfect contrition.
We simply don’t know.
Still, pray for those whose last hour comes this way. Charity demands it.
There is a story of private revelation dealing with St. John Vianney. SJV approached a widow wearing the black mourning dress and said (to the effect)
“He made it”
“What?”
“Your husband, he is in heaven.”
“Father I mean no rudeness, but that cannot be true, he jumped from a bridge to commit suicide!”
What did this poor soul do to have the BVM look after him so? In his youth, even though it was out of his way and took up his time he picked flowers to put before her statue in the parish church. To think of this gives me tears and hope.“I know, my dear. I know. I also know that as he was falling Our Lady begged with greatest fervency that he receive the grace to have total contrition. As he fell, he saw his error, begged Mercy and it was granted.”
6 years ago a friend of mine - a drinking buddy to rival anyone’s drinking buddy - checked into a seedy motel with a liter of vodka and two or three bottles of sleeping pills and killed himself. I found out later from an EMT that responded to the scene (a person I met in a fashion that could only be Providence) who told me that when they recovered his body he was found kneeling at the side of the bed with his hands folded like little kids do when they say night prayers. I hope against hope that in those final moments irresistible grace reigned down and he saw his error and died in God’s friendship.
Until something is done it is done. We have no way to know this side of heaven what happens in the last moments. Even if we think of the idea of “life flashing before my eyes” and take a moment to consider or imagine how in a split second time can slow to a crawl, Mercy and Providence allow for infinite possibilities. How long does God need to reign down graces? How long does it take to say “yes” to that grace which allows for perfect contrition.
We simply don’t know.
Still, pray for those whose last hour comes this way. Charity demands it.