"Dear children! I am with you to tell you that I love you and to encourage you to prayer; because Satan is strong and every day his strength is stronger through those who have chosen death and hatred. You, little children, be prayer and my extended hands of love for all those who are in darkness and seek the light of our God. Thank you for having responded to my call."
Christmas Eve
By Sr. Emmanuel
A great disciple of Christ, Father Kevin Scallon, left to
join the Father on June 25th, during the 37th anniversary of
Our Lady's apparitions. Throughout his life as a priest, he
tirelessly travelled the world to draw souls to God, especially
to His Eucharistic presence. Endowed with inspired words
and often the gift of healing, he frequently accompanied
Sr. Briege McKenna in her missions, thus saving a large
number of priests, releasing them from all kinds of torments
that the enemy can inflict upon "God's Chosen ones".
Father Kevin would stay with us for a few days almost
every year in Medjugorje with Sr. Briege, counseling us
and telling us stories. We loved him very much. To us he
was a real father, radiating the face and the tender love of
the Heavenly Father. One of our sisters said, "If I were to
imagine the love of the Heavenly Father, I would compare
him to Father Kevin's heart."
Here is one of the most beautiful stories from his life,
which describes so well his special closeness to God:
While Father Kevin was driving to his nephew's house to
celebrate Christmas, his car broke down at 9 P.M. The car
just would not start again, but he was still an hour away
from his nephew. It was Christmas Eve, and since he had left
Dublin, he had not seen a single car or a living soul. In the
glow of the moon, he saw a small house right in front of the
place where the car was stuck. A light shone at the window.
He decided to ask to use the phone to call his nephew. He
opened the little white wooden fence, followed the path
and knocked at the door, as there was no doorbell. A man
looking rather young opened the door and greeted him
warmly. Looking inside the house, he saw a young woman
with a baby in her arms. She was holding the baby's head
against her cheek. She smiled at Father Kevin who asked
her husband if he could make a call. The young man replied,
"We do not have a telephone, but if you walk back to the city,
there is a bicycle salesman to the right of the supermarket.
He will let you use the phone." "May I leave the car in front
of your house?" asked Father Kevin. "Of course, I will keep
an eye on it," replied the man. He thanked the couple and
wished them a merry Christmas.
So, on this beautiful night, in the moonlight, Father Kevin
walked all the way to the city to the bicycle shop. On the
way, he kept thinking about his meeting with the couple
and their baby, especially with that strange smell in the
house. It did not smell like Ireland. Why did it remind him
of his recent trip to the Holy Land? And why was the house
only lit by candles?
From the bicycle shop, Father Kevin was able to call his
nephew who came to pick him up. The next day, they fixed
the car with a local mechanic. When the work was done,
Father Kevin wanted to say hello to the young family living
opposite, and walked to the little white wooden fence, but
he couldn't find it. There was only a hedge, and farther
on, just a field, and no house as far as the eye could see.
On the return trip, his nephew kept talking. Father Kevin,
meanwhile, remained silent. It was the feast of the Holy
Family... Hadn't he seen it with his own eyes?!
Children of Medjugorje, www.childrenofmedjugorje.com,
July 2018 report