A GREAT WITNESSING TOOL
The easiest way to witness to someone is to wear
the cloth Scapular. People get so curious about it that they have to ask what it is and why you’re wearing it. That’s
why the Brown Scapular with the Holy Face of Jesus that we often wear is so powerful.
I pull it out. Then I ask, “Have you seen
the "Passion of The Christ" movie?” Usually they say yes, or that they know about it. I then go on to mention how Mother
Mary wiped up Jesus’ blood and wore one of the cloths to remember the sufferings of Her Son for the sins of the world.
and how years later she appeared and gave a duplicate of that cloth, stained to dark brownish red to Saint Simon Stock and
asked that everyone wear it in honor of the Precious Blood and her suffering heart.
“It’s kind of like wearing one of those
prayer cloths, like they talk about in the Bible,” I say.
I then go on to repeat Mary’s promise that
ANYONE WHO DIES CLOTHED IN THIS SCAPULAR WILL NEVER SUFFER ETERNAL FIRE. Why? Because if you persist in wearing this as a
sign of love and sympathy for Mary or her Son, God will touch your heart with sorrow for all of your sins before you die so
that you can be saved.
In my experience, if I tell the whole story and
then mention that I have a pamphlet on the Scapular, (with one attached to it), people will take it. I have NEVER seen anyone
refuse it or throw it away.
Easy, no brain witnessing-yippee!
You might say, what good does that do? They probably
won’t wear it seriously. After a while, they’ll forget about it. Well, I have a real life Scapular story
that shows the power of this little piece of cloth.
A PERSONAL TALE
My friend had a sister named who was very badly
treated as a child. She ended up turning tricks on the street to support her heroin habit. One day she ended up pregnant and
against all odds she had the child. That didn’t stop her from returning to the streets and getting deeper into her habit.
One day, she got so high on Angel Dust that she
ended up totally psychotic in a hospital. Since I was a member of the Third Order of Our Lady of Our Carmel and I had received
permission to wear a full, modified habit, I had my big scapular on. I covered her in bed with it when she lapsed into a coma
and prayed for her. I heard the Lord say that He wanted me to place a picture of Our Lady At Fatima beside her bed and enroll
her into the Scapular of Moutn Carmel. I did, putting a small Scapular around her neck and within a few days she was
back in her right mind.
She told her sister and me that the only thing
she remembered was the picture of Mary and how she seemed to call her back away from the “dark stuff.” She then
asked me about the Scapular I had placed around her neck. When I explained about how the Scapular protects us and is Mary’s
promise to take us to Heaven, she got very quiet and cried.
After that, no matter what happened the girl refused
to go anywhere without her Scapular. She stopped doing drugs and started talking about going back to school and getting her
education. She also spent more time with her little girl. However, one day right before New Year’s Day, the small tube
the doctors had placed in her neck became clogged. She went into the operation wearing her Scapular. A hospital based infection
got into her system and she was dead within 72 hours at the age of 21.
The funeral was hard enough for everyone. But her
little daughter, took it especially hard. For a while, we thought she would never get over it. But then, one morning she came
downstairs with a dream that I will never forget.
“I saw Mama,” she said. “She
didn’t have that thing in her neck anymore from her operation and she was dressed all in white. We went to the zoo and
every place I always wanted her to take me before. She even bought me ice cream. Then she said she had to go back to heaven
but she would always watch out for me.”
That could be wistful thinking, I thought. What
child wouldn’t dream about a dead mother?
“I knew it was her,” the little one
said, almost reading my thoughts.
“How?” I asked.
She pointed to her aunt’s chest. “She
had that thing on, you know that she wore from Mary. She had it on. So, I knew it was her. My mama’s in Heaven!”
Then she went skipping out the door to play rope. The
little girl didn’t cry as much after that.
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