The Miracle of the Images

Welby Thomas Cox Jr.

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Every now and then a little miracle is in order. Some see them, some feel them, some pray for them in every corner of the world, Aldo Selleri prayed for his identity. The Miracle of the Images is about one man, called upon by an Angel of God to paint a miracle to be contained in a portrait of the Holy Family. The portrait has never been seen by the faithful, by order of the Holy See. The painting, completed by the hand of the Blessed Virgin, contains divine images, the first to be revealed in fifty years, and the second, the image of the Christ in 2055 in fulfillment of the old and new testaments prophecies in Revelations and the end of time.

Sujets

• Miracle
• Action
• Fiction
• Adventure

Informations

• Publié par: Tablo Pty Ltd
• Date de parution: 26 juillet 2018
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781925819830
• Langue: English

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Every now and then a little miracle is in order. Some see them, some feel them, some pray for them in every corner of the world, Aldo Selleri prayed for his identity.
 
 
 WELBY THOMAS COX, JR. 
 
 
 
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Welby Thomas Cox, Jr.
 
 
INTRODUCTION
In the history of mankind,  there has never been a woman who has made a more indelible mark on the conscious of the world than Mary, the Mother of Jesus. Perhaps because she was born of human flesh, suffered the range of emotions which all of us feel: Love, hate, passion, neglect, need, pain, death...she more than any has felt the need to remain in touch with humanity throughout the past two thousand plus years. She appeared in person and through intermediaries, countless times at Fatima and Lourdes, to the most unlikely cast of characters to remind, that there is a greater tomorrow.
Once again, in 1942 Mary rewards an elderly childless couple living on a farm in rural Ohio. Every day throughout their marriage they have prayed the rosary asking Mary for a miracle...to send them a child. They believed that just as Mary's cousin Elizabeth, barren for many years, and now nearly three score, has been blessed by the power of the Holy Ghost to deliver the child to be called John that would pave the way for The Christ. They believed and prayed that this miracle would be shared with them as a vehicle for goodness.
The miracle comes to them in the form of a homeless, destitute, seriously ill immigrant Italian who has found her way to the United States illegally; searching for her husband whom she knows has fathered her four year old son. The old couple give the woman and child refuge from the storm but find the mother, too weak (from the perilous journey by sea in a freighter) to survive. The old couple, report the death to the authorities but they keep the child as a gift from God, calling him "Theodore".
Ted (aka, Aldo Selleri) is precious...a talented painter, which his adopted mother encourages...on August 15, 1955...Ted discovers that he is to be the instrument of the Blessed Lady in the form of a faceless image of the Holy Family. A messenger appears to Ted and tells him that the Holy Mother has requested that he paint a simple portrait of the Holy Family...and when he protest of his lack of skill...(as did Mary... "How is this possible since I have been with no man?") he was told not to be concerned with the images of the Holy Family. The Angel informs Ted that in fifty years (2005) the first miracle would occur revealing the precise imagine of Mary and Joseph. Thereafter in 2055 the face of the Christ would be revealed.
And so it was...Ted the painter, as Joseph the carpenter, applied the techniques of their craft...we are all aware of what happened to Joseph. This story contains a great deal of fiction to make it of interest... carries as well, a great deal of truth borne as fiction to give it legs. You the reader will have to determine what is real and what is not, to fit your imagination. Just as other great historically significant books have presented fact and fiction such as the "The DaVinci Code", the reader is entertained, educated and left for the thirst for another great novel.
But is this just a fictional novel, or has the author and painter become the unwitting accomplice in a divine message on the end of times... as the theologians contemplated the significance of the painting and its connection to the dates associated with the Book of Revelations...was the author inspired or where the dates associated with the founding of the State of Israel in 1948, the vision given Aldo Selleri in 1955 and partially fulfilled in 2005 with the promise that the painting of the divine family will be fully revealed in 2055.
Meet the cast of characters: the priest from the Vatican and the Holy Father; the parish priest at St. Augustine; the romance interest; the villainous lawyer; the maniacal killer; the housekeeper and her children; the farm hands; the ethical lawyers and prosecuting attorney; meet the bit players from waitresses, the Polizia, the Concierge, the book store clerk and other memorable characters who lend their character and give life to the book as it develops its own color and vigor.
The author has captured a drama of life and death, of love, hate, greed, of need, of remorse and reconciliation for life with truth, honesty, hard work and spirit of giving to others and the community at large.
We believe this is a very special book...it will make you smile, make you cringe with fear, make you wonder of all that you have known and been taught...it will make you glad that you took the time to come to know "The Miracle of the Images."
I. NOTRE DAME FOOTBALL OR CONFESSION
I remember the first time I met Aldo Selleri, it was September 10, 2005. He came to the parish rectory to have his confession heard. Or so, I was lead to believe was the case. Whatever the reason, I clearly remember the conversation with my secretary / housekeeper...Mrs Clarice Hartman.
"Mrs Clarice..." said I, "are you aware that on the coming Saturday, my beloved Notre Dame football team will give battle with the arch enemy Michigan at 12:30 in the afternoon?"
"You know Father Francis...we of St. Augustine do not care...and I might add...sir that our Lord and savior himself cares not one iota...who wins that football game." Said she.
"Ah...it is true my dear Mrs Clarice...but I must inform you that the Blessed Mother cares."
"So I'll be asking ye' Father Francis...will the Blessed Mother be replacing ye' in the confessional on Saturday...or perhaps there is another belated saint of whom I am unaware that plans to be in your stead?"
"Mrs Clarice, you are the dearest Irish lady that I know since the passing of my own beloved Mother...not only have you fed and protected me in days gone by...but you have been able to manage my workload in a manner which has been enabling in my passion for football."
"It is true Father Francis...but not even I, am properly blessed to hear the confessions of the parish here at St. Augustine on Saturday afternoon."
"It is true Mrs. Clarice...I am on duty but at the last count only a single party has called for the confessional...and could you not reschedule for 5:00 in the afternoon?"
"No Father...I am afraid that will be quite impossible...you see Aldo Selleri has no telephone and I do not know where he lives."
"No way to run a ship Mrs. Clarice."
"Lets say Aldo shows up at 1:00...would it not be possible for you to ask if he could return...or failing that if he would agree to come to the rectory to watch the football game and have a bit of lunch?"
"Certainly Father...anything for you and our beloved Blessed Mother."
II. WHAT S IN A LETTER?
The Letter to Father Francis came in an innocuous looking brown envelope. At first the good priest did not believe the seal of the Vatican. But then he noticed that the envelope had been initially cancelled at the Vatican Post Office. The date of the cancellation was September the first. Not so bad Father Francis thought...after all... only eight days from Rome.
Father Francis was seated at his desk in the rectory. He had a cup of hot coffee, delivered to him by Mrs Clarice along with the mail...he noted that she lingered above him...watching over his shoulder as he separated the mail. She watched as he gazed at the large brown envelope...marked 'For Eyes Only'. She watched as Father Francis shuffled the mail passing over the brown envelope.
Curiosity was compelling...but she knew better than to suggest that the envelope would not go away...and she knew as well that Father Francis was waiting for her to do so.
So she thought to herself...I'll just have to see it when I do the filing...smugly she left the room for other Saturday morning duties.
 
III. THE CONFESSION
Father Francis watched the mystery man coming up the walk. He looked to be of average height for a Caucasian, about six feet tall and weight perhaps one hundred eighty. The man stood quite erect, as a military man, he walked up the sidewalk to the front door of the rectory at the historic and preciously small Victorian chapel of St. Augustine Catholic Church in Germantown, Ohio. Father Francis heard Mrs. Clarice answer the door; she failed to ask the visitor if he could possibly reschedule the confession but directed the caller to the rectory office where Father Francis stood near the window watching his fighting Irish of Notre Dame make battle against the bitter enemy to the north, Michigan.
The audibles were distinct as gladiators met at mid-field, as over three hundred thousand eyes watched the teams dig in at the line of scrimmage. Imagine, one of Notre Dame's finest... out of action on this Saturday...replaced by a sacrament.
"Excuse me Father Francis, but your 1:00 appointment is now here."
Father Francis seemed to note a triumphant sound in Mrs Clarice's voice, and he gave her 'the' look as she shuffled out the office door.
"Good afternoon Father." The voice was clearly mid-western and no hint of Italian.
"Good afternoon", I responded.
"May we offer you something to drink...a coffe' perhaps" I noticed a hint of Italian in my own voice.                                  
"Mrs Clarice... coffe' ...Por favor."
"Thank you Father... if it isn't too much trouble."
"None at all" I responded
"I do believe, that Mrs Clarice has just brewed a new pot... in her new pot...near her new microwave...in her new kitchen."
"Grazie...Padre." The old lady said as she threw her head at him.
 "How goes the game?" Aldo asked. 
"The Irish are threatening." I said.
"Sure would be a feat for the new coach of the Irish, ranked at # 24 to beat the 4th ranked Spartans at home." Aldo said.
"Yes... it would certainly make my day as well." I replied.
"So, Aldo..