No Hungry Hearts Here

There was one evening of worship that stood out and will never be forgotten, ever!  During a service, Grace called anyone with physical disabilities to come for prayer. This was unusual as she was always very specific regarding a “Word … Continue Reading

Shortly after her “new” found gift was revealed to her, Grace embarked upon a public ministry. We were invited to support her in prayer and attendance. We were ecstatic and invited my dad explaining how we found another Father D’Orio, … Continue Reading

We soon learned that God apparently did more than visit her on that fateful night. He imparted her with a special gift. Her voice. She would sing like an angel AND when she did, something miraculous would take place…healing. It … Continue Reading

We followed Sarianne back into the house into her large family room. Taking our seats among the sofas and chairs we enjoyed a nice lunch that had already been set out. During lunch, Grace shared her personal testimony with us … Continue Reading

Later that week, Sarianne called and asked if we would like to come to her house in Connecticut for lunch and to meet Grace. Since Grace & Sarianne both lived in Danbury, this was the perfect place to convene.

When … Continue Reading

After traveling with a caravan of followers for several months, mom, Gini and I made our last attendance to a Father Di’Orio service at small church in Danbury, Connecticut. Father DiOrio was going to be conducting his Healing Services in … Continue Reading

Part 4…

The countdown had begun.

Only two days until Christmas and there were still miracles taking place. That morning, while opening my mail, the phone rang.  I answered and was quickly greeted by Sister Marta’s excited voice.

“You’ll … Continue Reading

Part 3…

What was Christmas without the traditional cookies?

I remember my mom and grandma pouring over recipes that they only pulled out during this time of year.

We all had favorites, especially the Italian Biscotti and Sesame cookies.  Special … Continue Reading

Part 2…

At nine months pregnant with my second child,  I was a little preoccupied.

Not just with my “condition,” but with the plans we had made to help the kids at St. Michaels.

Due to my unusually large … Continue Reading

Part 1…

It was 1977 and another busy New York Christmas was quickly approaching.

As I grabbed my local newspaper to check the weather, the headline grabbed my attention:

“At St. Michaels Home The Holidays Are Bleak.”

I knew … Continue Reading