My Favorite Pope Story
A good man has fallen. It serves as a reminder to us that all things must eventually end. Everyone had reflected on the life of Pope John Paul and I thought I would share my two-bits.
My favorite Pope story comes from a tale of a small boy in El Salvador or some other southern american country, I can't remember which one. Anyway, the poor boy was seperated from his mother during an earthquake. The boy recovered from a hospital and his mother was no where near him. He was released and went to the only other place he knew he could get help. The Church.
The Preacher was someone the boy knew and trusted. The Padre had no choice but to tell him that his mother was missing and had no idea where she was. The boy asked if there was anyone who might know where his mother is. The Preacher was unsure of what to tell him.
Days turned into weeks and Easter sunday was approaching. For a special event, Pope John Paul was going to be in town to give blessings. The boy knew who this man was and how important he was. He felt in his heart that if anybody could help him find his mother, it would be the Pope. The Padre appreciated the boy's respect of the Holy Man but told him, he wasn't even in El Salvador went the earthquake happened. Even though the Pope was a great man, he may not have the power to find his mother. The Boy didn't give up and begged the Preacher to help him see the Pope went he came to town.
The Preacher felt sorry for the boy. The truth was he feared the worse. That his mother was among the countless dead who died in the earthquake. But he was a member of the church and did everything in his power to help the boy see the Pope. He felt guilty of trying to take the boys hope away. Perhaps in letting the boy see him would help his resolve.
The Preacher got the boy on a list of a select few that could meet the Pope in the town square. The day had arrived and the boy was followed by several Nuns guiding up other children and lucky individuals who were selected to recieve a blessing from him. The boy walked up on the special platform. He kneeled before the man and Pope John Paul reached over, blessing the boy. The young kid then got up from his knees and was ushered to the side, cause others were waiting. The boy felt distraught, he didn't even get a chance to ask the Pope where his mother was.
But the blessing was all that was needed. Two hours later, the Preacher recieved a phone call and it was the boy's mother. She had assumed he was dead but she saw him with the Pope on television. The boy laughed and cried, saying he knew the Pope would help him.
I can't remember where I read this story from but it's definitely my favorite
~Jason
My favorite Pope story comes from a tale of a small boy in El Salvador or some other southern american country, I can't remember which one. Anyway, the poor boy was seperated from his mother during an earthquake. The boy recovered from a hospital and his mother was no where near him. He was released and went to the only other place he knew he could get help. The Church.
The Preacher was someone the boy knew and trusted. The Padre had no choice but to tell him that his mother was missing and had no idea where she was. The boy asked if there was anyone who might know where his mother is. The Preacher was unsure of what to tell him.
Days turned into weeks and Easter sunday was approaching. For a special event, Pope John Paul was going to be in town to give blessings. The boy knew who this man was and how important he was. He felt in his heart that if anybody could help him find his mother, it would be the Pope. The Padre appreciated the boy's respect of the Holy Man but told him, he wasn't even in El Salvador went the earthquake happened. Even though the Pope was a great man, he may not have the power to find his mother. The Boy didn't give up and begged the Preacher to help him see the Pope went he came to town.
The Preacher felt sorry for the boy. The truth was he feared the worse. That his mother was among the countless dead who died in the earthquake. But he was a member of the church and did everything in his power to help the boy see the Pope. He felt guilty of trying to take the boys hope away. Perhaps in letting the boy see him would help his resolve.
The Preacher got the boy on a list of a select few that could meet the Pope in the town square. The day had arrived and the boy was followed by several Nuns guiding up other children and lucky individuals who were selected to recieve a blessing from him. The boy walked up on the special platform. He kneeled before the man and Pope John Paul reached over, blessing the boy. The young kid then got up from his knees and was ushered to the side, cause others were waiting. The boy felt distraught, he didn't even get a chance to ask the Pope where his mother was.
But the blessing was all that was needed. Two hours later, the Preacher recieved a phone call and it was the boy's mother. She had assumed he was dead but she saw him with the Pope on television. The boy laughed and cried, saying he knew the Pope would help him.
I can't remember where I read this story from but it's definitely my favorite
~Jason
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