Below are some excerpts from previous editions of the Saint Martin Magazine.
These can be read on this page or you can download the pdf version of each article to read at your leisure by clicking each link or image.
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There was a woman who had been diagnosed with cancer and had been given 3 months to live. Her doctor told her to start making preparations to die. So she contacted her pastor and had him come to her house to discuss certain aspects of her final wishes. She told him which songs she wanted sung at the service, what scriptures she would like read, and she also told her pastor that she wanted to be buried with her favourite Bible. As the pastor was preparing to leave the woman said “There’s one more thing.” “What’s that?” came the pastor’s reply. “This is very important.” The woman continued. “I want to be buried with a fork in my right hand.”
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A Pastor had a kitten that climbed up a tree in his backyard and then was afraid to come down. The pastor coaxed, offered warm milk, etc. The kitten would not come down. The tree was not sturdy enough to climb, so the pastor decided that if he tied a rope to his car and drove away so that the tree bent down, he could then reach up and get the kitten. He did all this, checking his progress in the car frequently, then figured if he went just a little bit further, the tree would be bent sufficiently for him to reach the kitten.
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One day I heard a man saying ‘l don’t trust anybody.’ My first reaction to the remark was sympathy for the person who had said it, but then I thought what a ridiculous statement it was. Of course he trusted people. He had to. He couldn’t get through life if he didn’t.
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Many years ago, as a young nurse, I visited Lourdes with a group of boys and girls organised by the Oblate Fathers of Inchicore. We went not strictly as pilgrims but as workers. The girls were nurses and we worked in the Accueil Notre Dame close to the Grotto while the boys worked as Brancardier (helpers) transporting the patients in wheelchairs around the Grotto and up into the town to look at the shops.
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