“Ask, and it shall be given you: seek, and you shall find: knock, and it shall be opened to you. 8For every one that asketh, receiveth: and he that seeketh, findeth: and to him that knocketh, it shall be opened.” (Matthew 7: 7-8)
“Souls that make an appeal to My mercy delight Me. To such souls I grant even more graces than they ask. I cannot punish even the greatest sinner if he makes an appeal to My compassion, but on the contrary, I justify him in My unfathomable and inscrutable mercy.” (Diary of Divine Mercy)
Many of you have written and asked: Why did I come-out publicly with my story? First of all, I like to think of it not as “my story,” but as just a single small example of the forgiving power of Jesus Christ; only one among many. And, that is what I want to share: because, how great is the Mercy of God – for, He came to rescue me when I didn’t even want His help. As I have already related, towards the end of what I thought would be my life, one night, I lay dying upon a hospital emergency-room gurney. Earlier that same day, I had been involved in the most debauched scene of excess and hate. Looking back, my state-of-mind and demeanor at those moments are frightening to recall. When I realized I was passing-on, I was solidly cold and unfazed. I was oddly resolved to my fate. I wasn’t scared. The thought of a possible after-life never entered my mind. Through the corner of one eye, I noticed my mother praying. I cursed her and her God. It was at that second – the demons arrived for me. Only then, did I become frightened. Somehow, from somewhere, I called out to Jesus. It was as if he had always been there – silently and patiently waiting. I felt His power instantaneously. I don’t know why He returned to my consciousness, but He did.