Resurrection Of Mary Novels & Stories

Chapter Ninety-five[ The turning point] The issue of why Mother Mary appeared in her dream, knowing that she had already ascended to heaven with her glorified body two millennia prior, crept into Ericka's mind as she was speechless and naively stunned. "I no longer consider Mother Mary to be a part of my life. I was merely assisting the Legion of Mary, Our Lady of Loreto praesidium, in spreading the holy rosary and carrying her image of Immaculate Concepcion from home to home among her followers in honor of her uncomplicated faith in order to fulfil the promise of Messiah mentioned in God's promises found in the Bible. "

BEFORE THEN Jesus said to her, “I am the resurrection and the life. The one who believes in me will live, even though they die; and whoever lives by believing in me will never die” The priest turned to us, “Do you believe this?” “He will wipe away every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed aw-“ His soothing voice fazed into Jacquelines ear as she realized it was a thought. A flashback to a week ago where she had to bury her son. Her eyes shut open, as she stared down to the board of chopped onions and a knife in her quivering, sweaty palm.

His eyes scanned faces until they landed on her. She was kneeling near the front, rosary beads still wrapped around her fingers. Long auburn hair fell down her back, messy but thick. Maybe twenty-nine. Voluptuous body-- wide hips, and heavy tits straining against a simple black dress that was probably her mourning clothes. Her eyes were red from crying. Widow, he figured. Fresh one. “You,” Seth said, pointing. “Stand up.” Mary clutched her rosary tighter. “Please… I’ve done nothing wrong. My husband died two days ago in the shelling. I’m just here to pray.”