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28 BEGONE SATAN
A week later the devil advanced a little closer
with his plans of revenge upon the pastor.
"Just wait," he threatened, "until the end of the
week ! When Friday comes, then . . .
The pastor did not take this threat to heart.
was getting sick of listening to the howlings and yelpings
of the devil day after day.
Yet the pastor did indeed have a narrow escape on
a certain Friday.
THE EXPERIENCE OF HIS LIFE
Friday morning after Mass the telephone rang in
the parish house. It was a call from a farmer, whose
mother was critically ill. Would the pastor kindly
come and administer the last sacraments to the dying?
He wanted to call for the pastor with his own car, but
somehow it was out of order and he couldn't locate the
trouble. He had been trying to start it for over an
hour, but in vain. It simply would not start. So he
asked the pastor to come with his own auto, or to hire
a taxi at the farmer's expense.
Within a quarter of an hour the pastor was on his
way to help the sick woman, carrying the Blessed Sacrament
with him. After dispensing the last sacraments,
Father Steiger was again on the road towards
Earling. The road was familiar to him, for he had
gone that way hundreds of times, by night and by day,
and he knew every bump and stone along the way. He
drove very carefully not only because the auto was
new, but also because he was mindful of the devil's
threats to trick him whenever the opportunity was
ripe.
He prayed to his Guardian Angel and to St. Joseph,
his Patron Saint, for a safe journey home. Suddenly
as he was driving along, a dense black cloud
appeared before him. It came just as he was about to
pass a bridge over a deep ravine. Great God, it seemed
as if his eyes were blindfolded! The next moment
there was a crash, a smash-up which dumbfounded
him. He found himself in a mess of ruins. The auto had
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