By Joan Herrmann

Fr. Victor Feltes with his aunt and godmother, Joan Herrmann, at his priestly ordination party in 2009.
When I was due to have my first lithotripsy (a non-invasive procedure using shock waves to break down my rather ginormous kidney stones) – they discovered that I had a pericardial effusion, that is, fluid around my heart.
Over several months, I had to see a cardiologist, and they monitored the effusion to see if it would go away on its own. It did not. So, I was scheduled for a pericardiocentesis, in which they use a needle to drain the fluid.
A visiting specialist in this arena was called in to do the procedure. I was in an operating room with a team of six hovering about and prepping me, and the doctor started checking out the area with an ultrasound. He asked the attendants for a history of the images of the effusion around my heart – the last one was from a week earlier, showing a large fluid buildup.
He looked at me and said, “Joan, this is your lucky day, I am sending you home – there is no fluid surrounding your heart.” Honestly, he seemed a bit annoyed and disappointed that his skills were not necessary that morning! I had to “recover” for a bit as they had already administered some meds to make me woozy… all the time wondering at this miraculous turn of events and so very relieved that I did not have a heart issue!
The most intriguing part of my story: I had attended the funeral of my Aunt Irene (my dad’s sister) just three days earlier. My godson, Father Victor, said the funeral Mass. Afterwards he asked me how I was doing, and I mentioned the procedure that was coming up. He asked for details, and then asked if he could pray over me.
It was just he and I in the church vestibule, the rest of the family and attendees had left for the funeral luncheon. He asked the church attendant who was still there for some blessed oil – and then he prayed, laid his hands on me, and anointed me. I seriously felt at peace afterward, knowing that the procedure and potential heart issue was in God’s hands. Then and there, I just let go of the anxiety. Based on the doctor’s perplexity, I know that I was a recipient of a miracle that day.
I celebrate and acknowledge September 26th, 2016 every year, when God’s providence and grace made itself known to me in a very personal and tangible way. That it was my nephew and godson who prayed over me and was the conduit to God’s saving grace and mercy – all the more profound!







My dear brothers and sisters in Jesus Christ, I would like to express my sympathy to Todd’s family members, siblings, friends, and near and dear ones. The tall white candle we have today, the Paschal Candle, stands beside the casket at every funeral mass. The candle was first lit at Easter. Five grains of incense are inserted into it symbolizing the five wounds of Jesus. The two wounds in His hands, the two wounds in His legs, and the wound in His side. It is very symbolic that this candle stands beside the coffin during every funeral Mass. It is almost as if Jesus is standing beside the coffin looking up at His Father and pleading on behalf of Todd, saying, “Look, I bore these wounds in my body for the salvation of Todd. I suffered, I died, and I rose again for him. Forgive him Father and take him to paradise.”





