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Mother Angelica Her Grand Silence
Product Description In a moving, dramatic conclusion to his four New York Times bestselling Mother Angelica books, Raymond Arroyo completes the saga of this singular nun with his most intimate book yet. For more than a decade, the beloved, wise cracking nun who founded EWTN, the world’s largest religious media empire, was confined to her cell at Our Lady of the Angels Monastery in Hanceville, Alabama. Though Mother Angelica is still seen and heard by millions each week in reruns on seven continents, the private drama within her monastery, her personal supernatural encounters, and the prolonged suffering she endured has remained hidden. Until now. Revealed for the first time is the personal request Mother made of God—which sheds light on her long silence. Here are Mother Angelica’s spiritual battles in her cell—including encounters with the devil—and the unrevealed episodes of hilarity and inspiration. From playing possum (to avoid undesirable visitors to her room), to undertaking a secret trip to the far East, to blessing her nuns as they leave her care to create new monasteries, Mother Angelica’s spunky spirit shines through the narrative. Mother Angelica Her Grand Silence, the touching, climactic coda to the Mother Angelica canon also offers readers the personal testimonies of people around the world who were spiritually transformed by Mother during her long public absence. And for the first time, the author writes movingly of his personal relationship with Mother—the highs and the lows. About the Author RAYMOND ARROYO is a New York Times bestselling author, producer, and lead anchor and managing editor of EWTN News. As the host of The World Over Live, he is seen in more than 250 million homes internationally each week. You can follow Arroyo on Facebook and on Twitter at @RaymondArroyo. Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. Introduction The spacious cell at the monastery where she spent her last years was almost always muggy—like any grandmother’s room. The whir of the oxygen machine in the corner ricocheted off the tiled floor, providing the only constant sound in the space. Bookshelves and a dresser near her bed were laden with statues of saints, an oversized Child Jesus, religious cards, and relics. And there, bundled in a hospital bed, beneath a faded painting of the wounded Savior, a white ski cap atop her head, lay the most powerful and influential woman in Catholicism: the indomitable Mother Angelica As late as 2010, although she was bedridden and weakened by a stroke, the old nun’s spunk remained intact. I walked into Mother’s cell one afternoon to find her tugging the bedsheets up over her mouth, engaged in a daily war. “Mother, you have to eat if you want to stay strong and healthy,” the tiny Vietnamese nun, Sister Gabriel, fussed, extending a spoonful of mashed potatoes toward Mother’s face. Angelica, having none of it, turned her glance toward the doorway. “Is she trying to force-feed you again?” I jokingly asked as I entered. Mother smiled broadly, tilting her face toward Sister Gabriel’s spoon, and lowered the bed linen. Then just as the food approached, she yanked the sheet up again blocking the potatoes’ entry. “Oh, Mother,” Sister Gabriel said in frustration. Delighting in the mayhem, Angelica let loose a wheezy cackle for my benefit. She winked at me and then having had her fun, quickly opened her mouth to accept the first morsel of lunch. “She always gives me a hard time with lunch. Don’t you, Mother?” Sister Gabriel said, offering a second scoop of potatoes. Mother pursed her lips and slowly shook her head from side to side. Lunch was over. The moment struck me as classic Mother Angelica: the steely will, the slightly subversive humor, the joy that millions all over the globe had come to love were on full display for anyone entering that overheated room. I was partly to blame for the show. Sister Catherine, the onetime vicar of Our Lady of the Angels Monastery, claimed