The musings and meandering thoughts of a crotchety old man as he observes life in the world and in a small, rural town in South East Nebraska. My Pledge-Nulla dies sine linea-Not a day with out a line.
19 June 2025
St Juliana Falconieri, Virgin
There was a hush in the room. They had all seen it, but no one could believe their eyes. All of the sisters in the room, and the priest, fell to their knees in reverence to the Miraculous Gift they had been given. They prayed for the safe journey of the soul of their Foundress to her heavenly reward. In due time, her body was prepared for the funeral. Blessed Joan Solderini, who assumed the saint’s responsibility in the community, was the first to notice another miracle. They took St. Juliana’s bedclothes off the body. On her left breast was the outline of the Crucified Christ, encircled by the Host. It was in the same position as the Host, which had been placed on her chest and had disappeared.
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