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Wednesday, August 03, 2016

St. Michael The Archangel...

I was going up to the Cathedral early. I felt like the wretch that I am, so I figured I'd go early, to perhaps receive Reconciliation. Now, I am fairly open about letting people touch me, if they feel encouraged, or they want to pray, or what have you. I've learned that being too much of an activist as a disabled person in terms of, "I'm not an inspiration, I'm just a normal guy!" closes me off from meaningful interactions with people. That's a discussion for another post.

So this guy prayed for me a couple weeks ago on the street. He simply said, "God bless you" and I went on my way. He was colorfully dressed, but otherwise, I thought nothing of the encounter. I saw the same guy today. It started the same way, but it looked as though he had an idol in his hand. He started to say words in a language I didn't understand, and I zoomed away. It's been awhile since I've been that scared. Not of him, but of the demons prowling about.

I couldn't speak it seemed, for a minute or so. When I did, I sought the intercession of Our Lady, and then I asked God to destroy all falsehood and deception. And then I asked St. Michael for help. Never have these words meant so much to me:

St. Michael the Archangel, defend us in the battle. Be our defense against the wickedness and snares of the devil. May God rebuke him, we humbly pray. And do thou, O Prince of the heavenly host, by the power of God, thrust into hell Satan, and all the other evil spirits, who prowl about the world, seeking the ruin of souls. Amen.

 I could have been overreacting, and I hope I am. But I wasn't waiting around to find out.

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