Olga B.
Cristo Vive Aleluia!
Nº 50, p. 12 (1985)
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During my life, I accommodated God to my ways and according to my needs. When my daughter Beatriz (26) began participating of the Movement, her enthusiasm seemed exaggerated to me. I thought they were driving her mad. On some occasions, at her insistence, I participated in Mass and meetings. I remember how much I questioned myself when I witnessed the happiness of all those young people and the unhappiness of my life. I used to wonder if I would ever be able to do the same, but I knew that I had to die to many sinful circumstances and start a new life. In November 1983 I fell suddenly ill, and had to go into hospital. Day after day young people of my daughter's community accompanied me and transmitted Love and Faith to me. Their permanent presence and self-giving attitude were making me discover that there was a Living God, different from the one I thought of. I felt in my heart the need to talk to Fr. Mario R., and deeply moved at knowing that Jesus forgave me even more than I had thought, I felt the call to reconcile with Him. What joy and peace filled my heart! I could feel the same happiness I saw in my daughter. I could trustfully leave my illness in the hands of whom had always loved me. I was able to return home without imagining that from that moment on I would start fighting for my life. I was getting worse every day, I had already lost all movement, the pains grew sharper… I felt in my heart that I was dying. My daughter and I prayed continually, we read the Word and we surrendered ourselves to the Father's will. On Christmas day, Jesus visited me in the Eucharist, after so many years. I received the Holy Unction, and I begged Him who has the power to do anything to heal me. I knew that Jesus would not desert me and, when I received Communion, I felt certain that I would be healed. In a few days, I came to know that all that pain was called cancer. I kept serene and peaceful. I remember that the oncologyst suggested seeing a psychiatrist, and I told him that I was supported by the prayer and the spiritual help of a priest. I knew that all the prayer groups were praying for me, that the same were doing those in the Evangelizing Courses and in several Centers. I saw in my daughter a supernatural strength born out of the Faith that God gave us. |
They warned me that the chemotherapy treatment would be very hard, that I would have to help and obey. Thus I started struggling, with Jesus and Mary holding my hand. I blessed the medicines, I prayed for the doctors and nurses, even for the hospital rooms where I was staying. I received Communion as frequently as possible, thinking that only Christ's Body could make mine a new body. I tried to reconcile my life with Jesus a bit more every day. Everything gave fruit: the presence of God and the Holy Spirit could be 'sensed' in the air. I had to go through moments impossible to describe in words, in which I got to the point of asking the Father to take me with Him, that humanly I could bear no more. But the Lord, revealing himself permanently, kept on giving me strength to continue and to help Him to struggle. God's promises were coming true! I began to get better, I could walk on my own and move around at home. The pains were not so sharp, I was able to remain without soothing medicines. The doctors were astonished at the improvement they were witnessing and I told them that it was not only the result of science and their good will but also all the prayers that accompanied them. I praised God for every movement I could do! I praised God for every day I lived through! God gave me the grace of attending Sunday mass, taking Communion, celebrating with my brothers His eternal mercy. He invited me to bear witness of his power and his kindness. He gave me the healing prayers once a week at home, and —at the beginning of this year— the joy to participate of the Easter Retreat in Quilmes. Glory to God! Today I want to announce to you that Jesus is alive, that his power is the same and his kindness and his love are infinite. Science without God's hand is limited. Suffering is no matter when we keep the hope for eternal life, because that is the true life. Christ Lives! Halleluja! "Men, what must I do to be saved?
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