Beschrijving
Everything changed for me on July 17, 2006. At approximately 10:00 pm, I walked through the halls of an old abandoned Catholic seminary, into the chapel, and toward a large statue of the Blessed Virgin Mary. I was a completely broken man – physically, emotionally, and spiritually. Only a few minutes before, I made an emotional sacramental confession to a priest who was directing a week-long silent retreat at the former seminary for a group of about twenty of us. Something happened as I stood before that statue of Our Lady after confession. The overnight drive to the retreat in the Pocono Mountains had taken me thirteen hours from my home north of Chicago. As I drove throughout the previous night and into the wee hours of that morning toward the retreat location, I prayed persistently to the Virgin Mary that the Holy Spirit might relieve me of more than twenty years of agonizing suffering. Now, there I was before an image of her after my confession. Something happened. I do not know what it was, but something happened. I was healed. The following day during the morning conference, a phrase burned itself into my heart. \
