St Michael and the (Real) Sword in the Stone”

God writes the best stories! And I came across one that, whilst very old, can speak to every age.

The son of an Italian noble, Galgano Guidotti spent most of his life in the pursuit of pleasure; avoiding virtue at all costs it seems. Fortunately his parents were very devout, particularly his mother and she constantly prayed for his change of heart or conversion. 

One night he dreamt of his mother conversing with St Michael; the latter seeking her agreement that Galgano should join the heavenly militia. When he awoke, whilst not comprehending the meaning of the dream, it did cause him to return home to his father’s house and change his ways. He abandoned his amusements and began a life of prayer much to the relief of his mother. Convinced that he had finally settled down she made arrangements for him to marry a girl in a nearby town.

He rode out one morning to meet his bride-to-be and when half-way there his horse stopped and refused to budge. At this point St Michael appeared to him in person; not in a dream this time. He led Galgano up a hill to a wooded area and told him that he would spend the rest of his life there in prayer and penance. 

Galgano was understandably overwhelmed and aware of his own sinfulness (but not God’s mercy at that point), he declared that it would be impossible for God to forgive his many sins. As if to make the point to his heavenly visitor he added that it would be easier for him to plunge his sword into the rock beneath his feet than for God to forgive him. So as to demonstrate he unsheathed his sword, held it above the ground and thrust it down towards the rock; which promptly opened to receive the blade up to the hilt and then closed around it. It has been locked in place for the last 800 years.

Galgano remained as instructed for the rest of his life and within a few years was Canonised as a saint due to the many miracles obtained through his prayers. A shrine was built around the sword in the stone which is still a place of pilgrimage in Tuscany.

In our days so many are ensnared in vices and godless lives; many despair that they are too far from God to ever find their way home; St Galgano is an example of what is possible. With the intercession of loved ones, a contrite heart and desire for change, we can receive forgiveness and embrace holiness of life and even become saints.

(an audio book on the Life of St Galgano is on youtube see below:-)

Message from Our Lady in Medjugorje September 25th 2026

 Message from Our Lady in Medjugorje September 25th 2026

“Dear children! May this time be a time of prayer for peace. I am calling you to renew in your families the prayer of the Rosary for my intentions, so that I may be able to multiply your prayers and intercede for you before the Most High, [for Him] to heed your prayers and to give you peace. I am with you and like never before I pray for you and with you, my little children. Thank you for having responded to my call. ”

Medjugorje International Relief (Annual Report 2026)

MIR Report 2026

Opus Dei MO in recruitment and control

Message from Our Blessed Mother in Medjugorje August 25th 2026

Dear children, 

Today I am calling you: return to God, return to prayer, so that you may become carriers of peace. Pray, little children, for peace that is in danger; and may prayer begin to flow anew from your hearts and from your families, so that, in joy, you may feel the voice of Jesus in your hearts: 'Peace be with you.' Be, little children, carriers of peace and prayer for all those who do not pray. I am with you and I pray for you before my Son Jesus.  Thank you for having responded to my call.”

(With Ecclesiastical Approval) 

700 hundred Years in Purgatory ... and how to lessen yours !

 

Vae victis ..Woe to the Vanquished

Recently I visited a town renowned for its traditional blacksmiths; everything from machetes for farming to replicas of battle-ready medieval swords. The process is long and exacting; spring steel forged at high temperature and hammered repeatedly on the anvil into shape and its cutting edges prepared; tempered and quenched to harden the steel; and sharpening with grindstone and then assembled with hilt and pommel. 

All of which reminded me of a confessor I had many years ago. My last visit to him ended with a mysterious warning: “expect a lot of suffering”.  As a recent returnee to the Father’s house I was thinking more of unlimited ‘fatted calf’ barbecue for some time to come; but he spotted something else: a rusted chunk of spring steel that would need a lot of work. The only way for God to bring about change in the heart of man is really by means of suffering; there is no other way. 

And right on cue it began. I didn’t know the enemy would be given such a free hand (or have a couple of little helpers placed in my circle). I felt like an unarmed, bewildered Hobbit being overrun by an army of ugly violent Orcs as I underwent the beginner’s spiritual warfare training. Analogous to Prometheus having his liver torn out every day; my mind and heart were tormented by whatever deceiving spirit was let loose. The only relief I found were a few minutes per day at Mass during the consecration and a few minutes afterward. Whatever it was had to flee at that point it seems. I could only pray and cling to a God I barely knew (I never prayed so much, so hard or for so long) trusting that the horror would in fact end, which two years later it did. Delivered just as suddenly as it began, at His word, and the aggressors were finally vanquished. Vae victis ! I too had been forged, hammered, tempered, sharpened, hopefully a little more useful by then in the hand of the Maker.