Sunday, 1 November 2009
The priest’s house was built next door to St Vincent Church high on a hill overlooking the old town. Father Ignatius stood by the window in his office and from his vantage point he looked down pensively at the old buildings hugging close together and sharing in common poverty.
Ever since June, Helen and Tim, three children from the local Catholic school, had said they’d seen Jesus in the park, news of the vision spread fast around town. In a place where nothing much happens except loss of jobs and business closures, such a story united people in holding differing opinions about the event.
Some readily believed, seeking hope amidst hopelessness. Whereas others, already consumed by bitterness and despair, could only rejoice in the twisted belief that the story may yet prove to be false.
Father Ignatius faced a personal dilemma.
“Could it be …” he asked himself as he looked down the street, “that our Lord would visit such a poor place. Just like He did in Bethlehem all those years ago?”
He had known the three children and their parents for years. They were good children, well raised by their parents. The girls sang in the choir, whilst young Tim served as an altar boy.
"Not the kind of children who would lie about something like this," he thought to himself. "Not about something so important."
“If they saw Jesus …” and the thought froze in his mind for a moment or two.
“Or could they be mistaken perhaps … but then, the details of the vision are so precise and unwavering. No matter how often you ask the children … they always say exactly the same thing.”
He turned back into his office and looked at the picture of Jesus of The Divine Mercy hanging on the wall.
He thought of Blessed Faustina.
“Did they doubt you too?” he asked under his breath, “you were only sixteen when you saw the vision of Christ.”
The above is a short summary of my book VISIONS. You can learn what happens next HERE.