One of the priests that was to attend, and give a series of talks broke his nose just before coming down to Florida. So he brought this young, fresh out of seminary priest, Father John Corapi.
Father John was instrumental in my conversion in a major way.
I came home from Florida, and gave some tapes to my girlfriend. I said “You gotta check out this priest. He’s like no one else I’ve ever heard”.
Later, after I had come into the Church, and my girlfriend and I had married, we had our first daughter. There were some complications, and the baby was confined to the incubator, and my wife to her room.
I heard that Father John was in town giving a retreat, so I called the rectory of the Church, and left a message for him to pray for my wife and daughter.
A few hours later, my wife hears a knock on her hospital room door, and a familiar nasally Hudson New York accent saying “Can I come in – it’s Father John”.
He actually got to hold my daughter and bless her, before my wife ever got to hold her.
We used to call him up when we had theological questions we could not answer. We called it “dial-a-theologian”.
Then Father John started to be used by God in a big way, and we lost touch with him.
Be assured of our families prayers for him.
Wow, that’s an amazing story! (Beats mine about shaking hands with old President Bush, when he was old Vice President Bush :-).
I didn’t know Father Corapi was sick. I’ll pray for him.
That’s quite a story. What a blessing.
Prayers for Fr. Corapi's restoration of health and return to apostolic preaching!
OH, WOW!! And I was excited just to get a picture of him at a conference! :) He’s a saint.