Friends, I need your help. One of my kids is at death’s door and I need a miracle. John Shankman was riding in the bed of a truck with some of his friends when it slid off the road and rolled, throwing them from the car.1 The other four guys are physically okay, from what I’ve heard, (Or at least not facing life-threatening injuries.)) but John’s in a bad way. Massive head trauma, a collapsed lung filled with blood, plus a host of “minor” injuries left them doubtful Friday morning that he’d make it through the day. From what I’ve heard, the doctors are now saying that he may live. But whether he’ll ever be the same…well, this is why we pray.
And it’s not just John who needs this miracle. His family, naturally, is terrified. His friends are guilt-stricken and fearful and reliving the deaths of so many of their friends and acquaintances. This community has been through so many deaths in recent years; the whole town needs a miracle. They’ve gathered around the Shankman family with rosaries and Masses and prayer vigils and they need answered prayer. They need it so much. Their souls are weary and their hearts are broken and I don’t know that their faith can survive one more senseless death. John’s healing isn’t just a matter of his life–it’s a matter of souls.
So I’m praying for a miracle and I’m going big. I want John to be perfectly fine. I want him completely recovered by graduation. I want him to walk across the stage and receive his diploma to a standing ovation. And I want him to know that the Lord laid his hand on him for healing. I want him to know that his life is a miracle of God’s love.
I want his family and friends and random acquaintances to be absolutely convicted of God’s power and goodness. I want hearts and lives changed. I want conversions–most especially from those who are already Catholic.
So I’m asking Blessed John Paul for his intercession. The way I see it, he needs a miracle and so do I. ‘m asking for an incontrovertible, canonization-worthy, leaves-scientists-dumbfounded miracle. And I don’t think it’s too much to ask–after all, my God raises the dead. Ain’t nothing too much to ask from him.
Here’s what I need from you: pray. Oh, friends, please pray! Even if you just take 10 seconds for a prayer right now and then close this window and move on. But could you do me one more favor? If you’re praying, could you leave a comment telling me? Tell me how you’re praying or just that you’re praying–I’d love to go to John’s family and tell them that hundreds of you are praying with them and for them. Share this post with your praying friends, call your Grandma with the request, heck, tweet it to @Pontifex if you want–let’s mobilize the Church Militant.
John’s a senior in high school, smart and inquisitive. He’s the best storyteller I’ve ever known and too clever for his own good. He’s funny and loved and who cares because he’s your brother in Christ and he needs you. Masses, rosaries, one Hail Mary, whatever you’ve got.
- All this information is third hand, but I’m doing the best I can. [↩]