Oh! What years of Purgatory will there be for those Christians who have no difficulty at all in deferring their prayers to another time on the excuse of having to do some pressing work! If we really desired the happiness of possessing God, we should avoid the little faults as well as the big ones, since separation from God is so frightful a torment to all these poor souls!
Saint John Vianney
My late paternal grandmother Thelma McClarey was one of the most saintly people I have ever known. Full of joy and peace, she managed to raise 5 rowdy boys, and a rowdier girl, without losing her sanity, much of it being done in the background of the Great Depression and World War II. She and my paternal grandfather Ray had little in the way of material possessions, people do not get rich raising six kids on what a shoe maker and a cleaning lady can make, but love was never in short supply in their home. Like all my relatives on my father’s side, she was a non-denominational Protestant. She knew that Catholics prayed for the dead and she asked me one day to pray for her after she was gone, and I have done so.
Praying for the dead reminds us that love does not let a little thing like death stand in its way. We pray for our beloved in Purgatory so that they may enjoy the Beatific Vision and for our loved ones in Heaven in memoriam and so that they may intercede for us, just as those we love in Purgatory and Heaven pray for us. Thus the bonds of love expressed in prayer keep us linked to those we cannot see, except in priceless memories, and who we long to be reunited with after our days in this Vale of Tears are done.
I confess this one Hail Mary for the repose of a soul in Purgatory who has no one to pray for him and for the repose of the souls of Thelma and Ray McClarey; Alice and Dyke Moore; Rowena Barry; Charles, Ralph and Roscoe McClarey; Betty and Bill Taylor; Mary and Donald McClarey; John Stringer; and Lawrence Charles McClarey.
Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee; blessed art thou amongst women, and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners, now and at the hour of our death. Amen.
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