monsignorpruitt: One day, this altar boy, he brings me a shoebox. Inside this box, there’s a m
monsignorpruitt: One day, this altar boy, he brings me a shoebox. Inside this box, there’s a mouse that he’s caught in a trap. It’s in bad shape, the tail’s clipped off, leg barely attached. It’s suffering. And the boy hands me this box, and he asks me, you know, if God will resurrect it like he resurrected Jesus. If he could do that, then he can do this. So I take this box, and we pray over it, and I send the boy home and tell him to come back in three days. So three days pass, the boy returns, and… And it was better. Yeah. It was runnin’ around that little box as right as rain. And I help the boy let the mouse go behind the church before mass. He’s amazed. His belief is confirmed. He believes. This moment, it sustained him for what? Almost a decade? Faith enough for almost a decade off that one little mouse? -- source link
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