About six years ago on a Thursday morning around 10 o’clock, I got a phone call from Georgette. At the time, I was at my office. She told me that a man we both knew was on life support at one of the local hospitals. He was in his 60s and had gone in for surgery earlier that morning. Something went wrong during the surgery, and he had stopped breathing. The surgical team was able to bring him back to life, but his wife and children were told that he was “brain dead.” The only thing keeping him alive was a ventilator (a breathing machine).
The time for sorrow and suffering is over. That’s what you and I will hear when our souls enter into heaven. Can you hear the words being spoken as you enter into the Kingdom? “The time for sorrow and suffering is over.” Can you smell the heavenly scent? Can you feel the soft cushion of the plush green heavenly grass under your bare feet? Can you taste the cool clean sparkling water from the nearby heavenly stream? Can you see your Savior in His full splendor and glory sitting on His throne?
Last Monday while I was in the adoration chapel, a former client of mine, Mary Grace Schneider, arrived for one of her weekly holy hours. I noticed that there was something different about her, but it didn’t register in my brain until she asked me to pray for her. That’s when I realized what was different. She had walked into the chapel without a brace or other walking device, something she had not been able to do for several years.
In the early summer of 1967 (when I was 10 years old), while holding onto the end of an old rubber garden hose, I climbed up the Weeping Willow Tree in the back yard of my parents’ home. When I got about 20 feet up, I climbed out onto a thick branch and tied the end of the hose to the branch. Since my intention was to use the hose to swing around like Tarzan, I made sure it was securely fastened to the tree limb.
During my first two years in high school, I was on the wrestling team. My win/lose record freshman year was 50/50. I was what was commonly referred to in the wrestling world as a “fish” – someone who usually ended up on his back flopping around until his opponent finally completed the task of “pinning” him.
Last Saturday (April 2nd) my parents, Carl and Kathryn Williams, celebrated their 60th wedding anniversary. My sister and her husband, Colleen and Bill Brannon, organized a Mass and party for them. The people in attendance at the party were my parents, their children, grandchildren, great grandchildren, and some of their friends and relatives.
I’ve only been to one high school reunion since graduating in May of 1975. I never had the desire to attend one until I received a letter in 1995 inviting me to the 20 year reunion. After I received the invitation, I tracked down my best friend from high school. He was living in Chicago at the time, was married, and had two children. Like me, he had not gone to any of the previous reunions.
Last week I (Georgette) asked Harry if I could use the Adoration Letter to say “Thank You” to everyone for their prayers and support, and to share some of what I went through prior to my heart surgery. He told me that he thought it would be a good idea, and encouraged me to write this week’s article.
Last week I told you about the heart surgery that was scheduled for Georgette. Thanks to the prayers from an army of Christians, the surgery was successful and she is slowly recovering. The surgery was performed at St. Mary’s Hospital in Rochester, Minnesota, by Dr. Hartzell Schaff, a heart surgeon who is considered by many to be the top surgeon in the world for the type of heart surgery Georgette needed to have.