I had a car that broke down in northern Georgia once, right on the freeway. Fortunately there was a Ford place just a few miles away (small favors again). Across the street was a car rental place. Rented a car, drove my family home to Fort Myers, waited three days for the car to get fixed, drove back up to Georgia to drop off the rental and pick up the car. Left at 5am and got home at 2am the next day. 1300 miles. What a week.
]]>Caller: ‘I’m calling Fr. Hans from Duluth Minnisota– it’s January 14 and my hands stick to the car door, and I try and I try but it won’t start!! I’m sitting in the front seat and I’m about to give up getting to church on time!!’
Fr. Hans: ‘I was at a funeral yesterday and I cut off the fingers from some gloves I could barely swing the censer my hands froze to it! Wait now while I bless the car!’
A minute passes.
Fr. Hans: ‘Try it now!’
Caller: ‘Amazing!! Thanks Fr. H!!’
(I actually heard this on a ‘puzzler’ on a related show a-typical for the Juan Williams-less radio network. Was it divine intervention? Or just some time for the cranking heat to spread to the frozen fragistat?? Or– Both!)
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