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Witness: The three-tragedy miracle

By Phil Ward

I was a cradle Catholic born on my father’s birthday, June 10, 1935, in Warren, Arkansas. My mother, Violet Skees Ward, was a devout Catholic married to a non-Catholic, Jake Ward. My parents intended to be farmers the first year of their marriage in DeQueen, Arkansas, but a flood wiped them out. That was the first tragedy.

We moved to Warren where my father became superintendent of an ice plant, a cotton gin and a fertilizer plant, all close together. We lived in a small company-owned home behind the ice plant. Warren was a small but booming lumber mill town located about 88 miles due south of Little Rock, Arkansas, the state capital. The population was about 2500 then and about 6000 now. So, it was a very small town. It was mostly a Protestant community with maybe five Catholic families.  I remember Mom serving delicious meals to our visiting priest after Sunday Mass that was held only once every two or three weeks in a very small church building.

Witness: Who are these people?

By Delane Jacquin

I was born and raised Catholic in a small one-stoplight town in Missouri. I grew up in a good home with amazing, loving parents who took us to Mass every Sunday and we lived our lives as good people the rest of the week. But no one there had ever heard of the charismatic renewal, and your faith just wasn’t something you talked about. Even within my immediate family, we would say prayers together before meals and before bedtime when my siblings and I were younger, but God took a backseat to the rest of our lives. But the thing was, we didn’t really know any better. The church there didn’t have any ministries to teach us any differently, and the priest at our parish was in charge of multiple other small parishes in the surrounding area as well, and therefore didn’t have a lot of time, energy, or financial resources to focus on building those ministries.

Little acts of mercy

by Paul Mora

Since this is the Year of Mercy, I prayed about what I can do individually. I thought maybe I could help expand the food pantry, or maybe take a food truck and give away food. I was trying to think of a way to feed the hungry, as one of the corporal works of mercy.

But the Lord reminded me that at one time I used to carry these little plastic grocery bags. In them, I would put two or three packages of crackers, breakfast bars and a bottle of water. I’d and keep them in the backseat and when I’d come to a corner, and someone was asking for money; rather than give them money because I wasn’t sure where it would go, I would just offer them a bag of food.

Jesus at the Post Office

By Kathy Walshe

I would like to tell you about an experience I had a couple of weeks ago. My husband Joe and I had been watching some documentaries, and one lady on there said, "Just love the person in front of you; love the one in front of you." I thought, "Okay, Lord I'm going out, and you just put someone in front of me to meet. I'm going to minister to this person." Joe had an envelope that he needed to be sent by certified mail, so I took it and went to the Post Office.

When I got there, a gentleman, one of the homeless people, was sitting in the shade by the Post Office. He had a guitar case there, and I thought, "Oh, well that's pretty neat. He is just not asking for money; he is going to play songs for people." So as I went by I said hello to him and he said to me, "Would you like a song?" I said, "Well, I have business in the Post Office, but I will catch you on the way out." I went in, and there was this long line of people, and I had to wait. When I got to the counter the envelope that I had could not go certified mail so I knew I'd have to go home and redo the envelope. I thought, “Okay.”

Witness: How the Lord changed my life

By Joe Walshe

My name is Joe Walshe and I have been asked to give a ten-minute testimony about my life with the Lord. In preparing for this I thought, "Well Lord, you've been so involved in my life in so many ways," so I just kind of did an outline and thought I would just touch on the highlights.

I was born in 1953, in Denison, Texas. I was baptized at St. Patrick's there. I never lived there, it was mother's hometown. I have lived in Texas pretty much all my life except for 15 months that I lived in Oklahoma City. I was raised Catholic. I attended St. Augustine School in Houston for eight years and in the eighth grade my parents were going through a divorce. At the end of the school year, my mom took me and my four siblings and moved us back to north Texas where her roots were. We moved to Irving, and that would be 1967. I was 14 and shortly after we moved to north Texas I quit going to Mass and I quit going to Mass for the next ten years.

Witness: My conversion story in three steps

By Nancy Ward

First of all, I want to thank all of you that prayed for our Sharing Your Faith Story Evangelization Workshop, which we had yesterday at St. Michael's parish in Garland. We had a really good turnout with people from six different parishes. Thank you for that. I want to let you know the next one will be at Mary Immaculate on September 24. The flyers are outside, if you know people in that part of town that would like to come to the Sharing Your Faith Story Evangelization Workshop. I will give my witness and Larry Lenzen, the younger, will give his witness also.

Most of you know that at these seminars we give our story in three steps:

1. Who were you before your conversion or renewal or healing happened?

Witness: Forty years at home in Community

By Jim Weisman

I was born in Kingsville, TX, in August of 1938. I am the oldest child. Both my parents were Catholic and of German descendants. I have two sisters.

I didn't go to Catholic school because there was no Catholic school in Kingsville, at that time, but I did attend catechism weekly starting in first grade. My mother had a sister who was a nun who lived in Arkansas. Every summer she would come and visit us, until my mother became sick with a brain tumor and went into a coma. I was starting in the 6th grade when she became ill. My father took her to Houston for treatment and my sisters and I lived with my paternal grandparents. When Dad brought mother home at about six months, she was still in a coma. The tumor was inoperable.

Remembering Diane Kollmansberger and her writings

Margaret Diane Kollmansberger was born May 10, 1941, in Dallas, Texas to Margaret Elizabeth Cox and Charles Joseph Tucek Jr. (brother of Msgr. James Tucek) and died on August 3, 2016, in McKinney, TX. Diane grew up in Oak Cliff and attended St. James Catholic School and Our Lady Of Good Counsel High School. She was a graduate of East Texas State University in Commerce where she pursued her dream of teaching elementary special education children for Garland ISD. She was married to Anthony (Tony) Kollmansberger where she raised 10 children. She loved her church, The Community of God's Delight, family and friends, and her beloved husband Tony. Her children are Dusty Reichert, Dennis Reichert, Kurt Kollmansberger, Douglas Reichert, Keith Kollmansberger (deceased), Chris Kollmansberger, Debora Murray, Kevin Kollmansberger, Joshua Reichert and Benjamin Reichert. She had 23 grandchildren and 41 great-grandchildren to leave a legacy.

Diane taught us many things in our journey in life, spiritually and physically. How our relationship with the Lord and with people were that journey. In her last days, she would remind us that, "God will take you where you've never been to deliver what He wants you to do."

   Here are Diane’s contributions to the PTL and the website:

Witness: How I met Jesus in three episodes

How I met Jesus in three episodes

By Scott Harmon

Praise the Lord! I want to tell you how I met Jesus. When we talk about how I met Jesus, we talk about the three episodes, but I have to give you a little prequel first.

I was raised as a Methodist and when I met Jimann I knew nothing about the Catholic Church, nothing about Masses. I knew that Catholics had big families. One thing I told her, when we first met, was that if we were going to get married, we were only to have two kids and that was it. A few years into being married we had two little children and we started to strengthen our marriage. We joined the Marriage Encounter movement of the 1970s and in 1975 we were at Bishop Lynch High School in the summer and at a five-state regional conference there. As things were going along we went to meet in one of the classrooms with someone who was going to give us a talk. As he was talking, he started telling about how he and his co-worker were discussing problems they had at work. His co-worker said "let's pray together." And they sat across the table from each other and held hands.

Witness: How a Presbyterian became a Charismatic Lutheran and our CCGD brother

by Don Farmer

On the way home last week, after hearing Scott Harmon’s mountain-top or at least auditorium-top testimony, I told Gail that I felt sorry for the next person that had to share. Then I said, “Oh wait, that’s me.”

My name is Don Farmer and I’m a charismatic Lutheran but I didn’t start out that way.

I grew up in a small town in southwest Michigan near the Indiana border, nearly within view of the Golden Dome and Touchdown Jesus, if you’re familiar with Notre Dame. My father, while non-committal about organized religion, was a good and moral man. He did not object to my older brother and me being raised in a church. When it came to actually going to church, he was a CE Christian. Not C&E, that’s Christmas and Easter. He just went on Christmas Eve.