The Catholic Men's Podcast

Two miraculous stories involving the little seers of Our Lady of Fatima. My jaw dropped when I read them and I just had to tell you all about it immediately.

Watch the video: https://youtu.be/cntHG4R3gmo

"The Sweet Little Boy" by Fr. Winfrid Herbst.

Watch the video: https://youtu.be/mxmCX35vVN8

And before you bring it up... yes. There's a possibility that it could just be a legend. There's not an abundance of historical evidence, but you know what... I don't care. It's a darn good story. If people can be inspired by fiction, then why can't I admire this incredible account be it legend or not.

Watch the video: https://youtu.be/1j4YA4WRZBQ

I'd like to ask any Catholics watching this video if you were ever told that all religions are the same? That all religions are just different paths to the same God. Saint John Bosco would definitely disagree with that statement. In his masterful work, “A Catholic Instructed in His Religion” he faithfully repeated the doctrine that our faith has held for the last 2,000 years: that the Catholic Church is the one, true Church founded by Our Lord Jesus Christ himself. Throughout the book, Don Bosco categorically defines the errors of many false religions in the form of a dialogue between a father and his children. Today I would like to tell you what he wrote about Martin Luther.

00:00 Intro
00:49 Introducing the Characters of the Story
02:24 What Sparked the "Reformation"
05:20 Martin Luther
9:51 The Pope's Response
10:37 Origin of "Protestant" Name

I first came across this story at the age of ten and I'm not waxing poetic when I say that it has inspired my life ever since. I hope you find it equally as useful.

"A Robber, Bees and Something Else" by Father Winfred Herbst.

Watch the video: https://youtu.be/fB7pbgyVCw0

Read the article from Crisis Magazine here: https://crisismagazine.com/opi...


Nestled in West Virginia’s Shenandoah Valley, the town of Middleway boasts a ghost story that rivals the most famous haunted tales. What makes this haunting stand out is that it is a Catholic story—a tale of sacraments denied, vengeful spirits, a saintly Catholic priest, and the power of the Holy Sacrifice of the Mass. And the story of the “Wizard Clip” is not just a legend, for the evidence supporting its veracity led Cardinal Gibbons’ own private secretary, then the editor of the Catholic Review, to proclaim it the “truest ghost story ever told.” 




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The Siege of Arsur and the Grandeur of Sacrifice.

Even the Muslims respected the Crusader's spirit of sacrifice. Even though it's been 20 years since I first heard this story, it still blows my mind.

The Singing Bone by Jacob and Wilhelm Grimm

Once upon a time in a certain country there was great concern about a wild boar that was destroying the peasants' fields, killing the cattle, and ripping people apart with its tusks. The king promised a large reward to anyone who could free the land from this plague, but the beast was so large and strong that no one dared to go near the woods where it lived. Finally the king proclaimed that whoever could capture or kill the wild boar should have his only daughter in marriage.

Now in this country there lived two brothers, sons of a poor man. They declared that they dared to attempt the task. The older one, who was crafty and shrewd, did so out of pride. The younger one, who was innocent and simple, did so because of his kind heart.

The king said, "In order to be more sure of finding the beast, you should enter the woods from opposite sides."

Thus the older one entered the woods from the west, and the younger one from the east.

After the younger one had walked a little while, a little dwarf stepped up to him. He held a black spear in his hand and said, "I am giving you this spear because your heart is innocent and good. With it you can confidently attack the wild boar. It will do you no harm."

He thanked the dwarf, put the spear on his shoulder, and walked on fearlessly.

Before long he saw the beast. It attacked him, but he held the spear toward it, and in its blind fury it ran into the spear with such force that its heart was slashed in two.

Then he put the monster on his back and turned towards home, intending to take it to the king.

Emerging from the other side of the woods, he came to a house where people were making merry drinking wine and dancing. His older brother was there too. Thinking that the boar would not run away from him any time soon, he had decided to drink himself some real courage. When he saw his younger brother coming out of the woods with his booty, his envious and evil heart gave him no peace.

He called out to him, "Come in, dear brother. Rest and refresh yourself with a beaker of wine."

The younger brother, suspecting no evil, went in and told him about the good dwarf who had given him the spear with which he had killed the boar.

The older brother kept him there until evening, and then they set forth together. After dark they came to a bridge over a brook, and the older brother let the younger one go first. When the younger brother reached the middle above the water, the older one gave him such a blow from behind that he fell down dead.

He buried him beneath the bridge, took the boar, and delivered it to the king, pretending that he had killed it. With this he received the king's daughter in marriage.

When his younger brother did not return he said, "The boar must have ripped him apart," and every one believed it.

But as nothing remains hidden from God, this black deed was also to come to light.

After many long years a shepherd was driving his herd across the bridge and saw a little snow-white bone lying in the sand below. Thinking that it would make a good mouthpiece, he climbed down, picked it up, and then carved out of it a mouthpiece for his horn. When he blew into it for the first time, to his great astonishment the bone began to sing by itself:

Oh, my dear shepherd,
You are blowing on my little bone.
My brother killed me,
And buried me beneath the bridge,
To get the wild boor
For the daughter of the king.

"What a wonderful horn," said the shepherd. "It sings by itself. I must take it to the king."

When he brought it before the king, the horn again began to sing its little song. The king understood it well, and had the earth beneath the bridge dug up. Then the whole skeleton of the murdered man came to light.

The wicked brother could not deny the deed. He was sewn into a sack and drowned alive. The murdered man's bones were laid to rest in a beautiful grave in the churchyard.

This curious event took place in Los Angeles on the night of February 24, 1942. Air-raid sirens were blasting and the anti-aircraft guns firing on some weird apparition in the sky. Eyewitnesses had conflicting opinions about what they saw: a Japanese squadron of fighter planes, a giant moth, a tactical blimp and even a massive coffee pot. We will learn all the facts behind this crazy incident in today's podcast.

It is September of 1936. The sun beats down on the castle of Toledo: the Alcázar. General Moscardo surveys the scorched battlefield below him and spies seven more trucks of Communist troops rolling in from afar. It seems like a death sentence for the 1,760 souls under his care, held up in the old castle defending their land from the communist onslaught. There were 1205 defenders, including soldiers, police and civilians. There were also 555 non combatants: nuns, women and children. They had survived constant enemy bombardment and harassment for almost two months. But what was this? The republican communist General Requelme appeared to have a megaphone and a white flag….