I remember when I was in grade school, I heard a story of someone in Purgatory who appeared to a friend and asked for prayers. I vividly remember that he left a burned hand mark in the wooden desk. I am so glad I came across this priest's blog and the story again! It is amazing how some things leave such a vivid impression (no pun intended) on the mind of a child. Let this be a reminder to us that we should strive for perfection ourselves and pray for the poor souls in Purgatory. See the attached link for the story.
Thank you for posting Carol! These stories fascinate me! I did not learn of purgatory until I was an adult, just before my conversion-what a shocker! I feel so privileged to know of it's existence and to be given the opportunity to pray for the souls there. The fact that my "little prayers" can make such a difference, is so beautiful; so powerful, it is hard to fathom!
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