- Sat May 19, 2018 8:32 pm
#231169
Watching the Royal Wedding today brought to mind someone who travelled with me to Medjugorje some years ago. She was a diplomat’s wife.
When I first invited her to join the pilgrimage, she said: “Do you realise that I would be giving up an invitation to be presented to the Queen of England if I decide to travel with you to Medjugorje?”
I quickly responded, “But there is a greater Queen waiting to meet you in Medjugorje, the Queen of Peace.”
The lady did respond to Our Lady’s invitation to travel to Medjugorje during Royal Ascot week. And she was truly blessed for doing so. On the final evening of the pilgrimage, beaming and excited, she sat down to dinner and revealed she had made her confession to a French priest an hour earlier.
“It was my second confession,” she announced.
Nothing unusual in that, I thought, pilgrims often make more than one confession during their week in Medjugorje.
But then she clarified her statement and said, “I mean the second confession of my whole life. The first was when I was a little girl.”
I estimated that first time was probably almost 30 years ago! The diplomat’s wife may have been a slow starter in the reconciliation stakes but she finally came back a winner in God’s mercy and love.
Incidently, she came to Medjugorje accompanied by her cousin, a friend of mine, whose only daughter also got married today!
When I first invited her to join the pilgrimage, she said: “Do you realise that I would be giving up an invitation to be presented to the Queen of England if I decide to travel with you to Medjugorje?”
I quickly responded, “But there is a greater Queen waiting to meet you in Medjugorje, the Queen of Peace.”
The lady did respond to Our Lady’s invitation to travel to Medjugorje during Royal Ascot week. And she was truly blessed for doing so. On the final evening of the pilgrimage, beaming and excited, she sat down to dinner and revealed she had made her confession to a French priest an hour earlier.
“It was my second confession,” she announced.
Nothing unusual in that, I thought, pilgrims often make more than one confession during their week in Medjugorje.
But then she clarified her statement and said, “I mean the second confession of my whole life. The first was when I was a little girl.”
I estimated that first time was probably almost 30 years ago! The diplomat’s wife may have been a slow starter in the reconciliation stakes but she finally came back a winner in God’s mercy and love.
Incidently, she came to Medjugorje accompanied by her cousin, a friend of mine, whose only daughter also got married today!
