Heaven: What You Would Like to Know
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Peter A. Posca
Reverend Peter Posca went into a Roman Catholic seminary when he was sixteen. He was ordained a Roman Catholic priest on April 30, 1966. He served in Roman Catholic parishes for ten years until he was suspended from the priesthood for his theology (nothing bad, mind you!). He was given a severance pay of $250 for the rest of his life. He did not seek out assistance but trusted the Good Lord to provide, which He continues to do in every way, especially financially, to this day.
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Heaven - Peter A. Posca
HEAVEN
WHAT YOU WOULD LIKE TO KNOW
REV. PETER A. POSCA
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Contents
PREFACE
Chapter 1
LIFE IN GETTYSBURG, PENNSYLVANIA
Chapter 2
VISITING MY PARENTS
Chapter 3
HARRISBURG, PENNSYLVANIA
Chapter 4
WHO WAS THAT?
Chapter 5
WHAT GOT ME STARTED
Chapter 6
TIME AND HEAVEN
Chapter 7
THE CHURCHES
Chapter 8
THE GRUMPY AND GROUCHY TAILOR
Chapter 9
TIME IN HEAVEN
Chapter 10
LADY IN BLACK
Chapter 11
GIRL IN DISTRESS
Chapter 12
THE RED CONVERTIBLE
I COULDN’T AFFORD
Chapter 13
AN ADMIRED MAN
Chapter 14
A MEDAL OF HONOR RECIPIENT
Chapter 15
THE CHURCHES AGAIN
Chapter 16
THE MONSTER
Chapter 17
MY SECOND HURRICANE
Chapter 18
WHERE AM I?
Chapter 19
THE GIRL AND THE BELLS
Chapter 20
TOUR OF THE MANSION
Chapter 21
ANOTHER BEAUTIFUL DAY
Chapter 22
THE FACADE OF THE MANSION
Chapter 23
MY SECOND-BEST CHRISTMAS EVER
Chapter 24
CHRISTMAS IN HEAVEN
Chapter 25
MY BEST CHRISTMAS EVER
Chapter 26
MY CHOICE FOR THE MEDAL OF HONOR
Chapter 27
FIRST DAYS AS A PRIEST
Chapter 28
MY BELOVED GERMAN SHEPHERD
Chapter 29
THE DEVIL
Chapter 30
THE DEVIL II
Chapter 31
ANOTHER DAY IN HEAVEN
Chapter 32
WHAT YOU WON’T BELIEVE ABOUT HEAVEN
Chapter 33
YET ANOTHER DAY IN HEAVEN
Chapter 34
HOW THE DEVIL BECAME THE DEVIL
Chapter 35
DANGERS
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
ABOUT THE BOOK
PREFACE
I want you to trust me to talk about heaven—God’s home. I want to discuss the powerful facts. However, I must lay the foundation of what helped shape my life. Even our Lord said the things of heaven are challenging for people on Earth.
I come from a small coal-region town—Kulpmont, Pennsylvania. My plans were to attend medical school and, eventually, become a doctor, but the Good Lord had other plans for me.
Vividly, I recall the time and place that changed my life forever. I was fifteen years old, and there I was, alone in my mother’s kitchen. Suddenly, a powerful feeling came over me—powerful enough to cause me to fall to my knees. It was then I knew God was calling me to enter into the Roman Catholic priesthood. When I told my parents, they were pleasantly surprised; however, the neighborhood was shocked.
At sixteen years old, I left home for the seminary. It was the beginning of a long journey that brought me to where I am today. To this day, my memories of my seminary experience are as vivid as they were then.
For the most part, it was a brutal experience because of the strict discipline. Also, there were less-than-appetizing meals and events, such as the five days of total silence we had to endure once a year. The studies were extremely difficult and teeming with pressure. We never left campus, except to return home for Christmas, Easter, and summer vacation. Of course, there were no women or opportunities to socialize. (Don’t worry; I’ll get to heaven—trust me. And I think you will love it.) The difficult environment led to many dropouts, but what kept me striding was the powerful experience the Good Lord gave me.
Before I knew it, ten years had passed, and I was ordained a priest. It was a far different life from the seminary. I felt free and content, but my body screamed for the love and romance of a woman.
One of the first things I had to do was buy a car to get around—a Buick. It was quite a thrill to have a brand-new car as my first car. I felt guilty because I was a priest. However, I made amends with the Good Lord that I would use the car for His good pleasure.
Chapter 1
LIFE IN GETTYSBURG, PENNSYLVANIA
After graduating from the seminary, I was assigned to a parish in Gettysburg, Pennsylvania. There, I met two women who made a large impact on my life. They were both married, beautiful (I mean movie-star beautiful), and in their early twenties. When the first came to visit me, I took one look at her and knew I would have a tough time resisting the temptations of women. I subtly showed her to the door after a short ten-minute visit. The other woman was especially attractive, with her flowing sandy hair and bubbly personality. Her husband was an exceptional man whom I could not see offending in the least, so I never saw her again. It was the calling that the Good Lord gave me that helped most especially.
Another time, a pretty college girl slept in my car, which I kept unlocked. She was hoping to have hanky-panky when I was called to the hospital in the middle of the night. The Good Lord protected me; I was never called that night. As ugly as I am, I think she was disappointed.
Another significant person in my Gettysburg life was John. His reputation was that of a miserly hermit who never took a bath, and his house was dark and dirty like the inside of an unkempt car garage—downright filthy. John was thin and wore clothes that looked like clothes a homeless person would wear. The only time he washed himself was when he was bathed during his unfortunate trips to the hospital.
I began to notice that this miserly hermit had a lonely life. I would see him walking back from the supermarket, dragging his purchases home, barely making it. John had terrible body odor, but I didn’t notice that until I offered to drive him to and from the supermarket. On several occasions, I said to myself, What have I gotten myself into? By the time I got him into my car and transported him to and from the supermarket, his reeking body and clothes left a noticeable odor in my brand-new car.
Helping John made me feel great—until he started coming to the rectory every Friday for a ride to the supermarket. I did not have the smiling face of a saint when the head priest would announce to me that John was at the back door. To be perfectly honest, when we arrived at the store, observing his childlike transformation was a joy to behold. John was like an excited child in the supermarket, trying to extend the time as much as possible—like a kid in a candy store. By and by, I ratcheted our time together up to taking him for ice cream also, which was heaven for him and made me feel good inside.
I didn’t think about how much what I was doing affected John until people began to notice that he seemed much happier. Never did I expect that this was what heaven, church, love, and peace were all about. The nuns of the parish took part by bringing him homemade soup. John enjoyed the attention, and we both became celebrities in town. One college professor was so inspired that he invited John and me to his home for a special meal. At the time, I felt so proud to be associated with John that you could see the heart thumping out of my chest. It has always been a source of joy and great internal peace to look back and remember the beautiful smile on John’s face.
You must be thinking, What does this have to do with heaven? Quite a bit. I think God was checking in on me, and heaven knew I needed to be checked in on.
Before we continue, I must tell you about one of the unbelievable Christmas stories I witnessed during my stay at Gettysburg.
I had always wanted to experience a white Christmas, and lo and behold, one came to Gettysburg the year after I began helping John—ten fluffy inches of white snow. All of the Christmas lights reflected off the snow in an amazing fashion, which made for an outstanding sight. Everyone was in the Christmas spirit. Also, a construction company owner came on Christmas with his trucks and earth-moving vehicles to make traveling around the church convenient for everyone. He was a gem of a person. More important for me, it was a reward from the Good Lord for helping the hermit and for treating him as an equal.
As a footnote, four years in a row, a church burned and lightning struck the bell tower while I heard confessions. Three years in a row, someone did an evil act by destroying three churches in the area.
These events brought a lurking question: Was the Good Lord making a statement?
Never did I expect what would come next. The Good Lord was about to give me a huge gift that would stay with me forever.
Chapter 2
VISITING MY PARENTS
Many people think money is the best present or that a beautiful, makes-you-melt wife is a hard-to-beat present. That might be so, but for me, the best present was what happened in a bedroom of my parents’ house.
One summer morning, suddenly, a physical voice said to me, I will never leave you nor forsake you.
It threw me clear off the bed. The voice filled my whole body. It was a male voice—booming but not too loud, gentle, and soothing. It made my day and my life, because I had tribulations galore all the time.
This is the first time I have ever revealed this event. I didn’t even tell my father, because I knew what he would say: You are not worthy for God to talk to you.
To his remark, I knew I would back off like a dog with its tail between its legs. Although I live alone, to this day, I know I am never alone.
Whenever I visited my parents, it was like going back in time to my childhood—only better. My mother made me meals as if we were celebrating Christmas. I would sit at the kitchen table with my father, and he would tell me stories about the little town in Southern Italy where he was born. We would sit at the table for hours, and he never got tired of telling me the stories. My mother enjoyed the cooking and enjoyed listening in on the stories. To be honest, they were enjoying the fruit of their labors in me, and the fact that I came home and gave them respect and honor was heaven to them.
Consequently, my second childhood was better than the first, because I was giving back to them, the people in my life who loved me the most, and it was satisfying for all of us.
This was at least a tiny glimpse into the life of Heaven above.
One day, I disrespected my mother. The Good Lord was so livid that He caused a noticeable dent in my beautiful new car. It was not worth fixing, but when the sun brightened on it a certain way, it would remind me that the Good Lord did not tolerate such behavior. Some might argue that God is love and doesn’t do such things. All I have to do is point you to the Bible, which proves God’s discipline is often and obvious.
The block my parents lived on was noisy, but I had many friends to play with as a child. At times, my friends and I gave our parents headaches and fought as incidents arose. Most of us were lean and stringy, but we were tough mentally and physically. The kids from the wealthier parts of town were afraid to come to our part of town, for fear of being beat up. Children who were overweight were called Fatso, and the kids who wore glasses were called Four Eyes. Both were great insults. On a date, one of the guys saw me and then later told me that my date was too good for me. This did not do much for my confidence.
What does this have to do with heaven? I want you to know and trust me, because there are happenings I will share later that might be difficult to accept.
It took the Good Lord many years to teach me about heaven. He had to humble me and bring me to tears at times. He had to separate me and take me aside, where He could teach me. I was rebuffed by many, and churches and friends turned their backs on me. When my dad invited me to go to Italy for a month with him and my mother, I hesitated, for I thought it would be boring. However, I went, not knowing what I was in for—the experience of a lifetime and a highlight of my life. And the Good Lord’s humbling me helped provide a wonderful experience.
We went to a tiny town in Southern Italy where my dad had been born—Isca—located on the Ionian Sea and eighteen miles across from Greece.
After landing in Rome, we took a ten-hour train ride to reach a tiny village. It was located high on a mountain, at least a mile above the sea, which you could see plainly from the town. At night, I saw more stars than I’d seen in my life. From the moment we arrived, it was one continuous enjoyment after another. It was paradise. Italy had everything palate-wise.
There was a pretty girl who took a shining to me, and I used to have to pass her house every day. The farms there were veritable gardens of Eden and had the best wine I had ever tasted. The lemons on the lemon trees were so yellow that they looked fake, but they were real. The olive trees were eye-catching. It was sunny there every day. The people of the village seemed content. They enjoyed sitting around the supper table and sharing conversation for hours. Everyone was healthy—no one was sick or crippled, and no one wore eyeglasses or hearing aids. The doctor came once a month for anyone who needed him. Like I said, it was indeed paradise. Now I see my time there as God preparing me for the real heaven—a paradise lasting forever.
The scariest part for me was when I was asked to give a sermon in Italian in a packed church. My parents were in the front row. Somehow I did it, and to this day, I look back with great satisfaction. The best part was the celebration of the patron saint of the town, Saint Marshall, a boy soldier who was martyred for his Christianity. The celebration was a nine-day feast, and the town was totally focused on this celebration. Each morning would begin with a bagpipe band parading through the town with special food and sweets every day of the celebration. The culmination was a special procession with the saint’s relic through the town. I was given the high honor of personally carrying the saint’s relic.
My parents were proud, especially my father, who had his chest protruding so far out because of me that his suit jacket seemed tight. That wasn’t the end of it either. Later, the priest, a kind man, invited me back to his house for food that was the best I had ever eaten, and the young girls who waited on us were prettier than movie stars. Again God was giving me a preview of life in the real Heaven.
Are you taking notice of how I am beginning to tell you about heaven and the people there?
As you can imagine, I was totally wrong about visiting Italy for a month. I don’t know if the people hated us or were glad to see us go, but for me, the trip went all too quickly. My dad hired a bus so that many of the relatives could see us off at the train station, which was two miles down the mountain. My month in Italy was a time always to be cherished. Now, back to the USA.
Before I say adieu to my hometown, I want to touch on some of the memories I will always take with me—the sports feats. When I played center field in a teenage baseball league, a batter hit a ball far over my head, but I turned my back, ran for it, and, at the last moment, stuck up my paltry glove. The ball miraculously landed in the webbing of my glove. Another time, there was a big basketball game in the seminary, and I made the winning shot from midcourt. At the last second, the ball swished at the buzzer. Last but not least, in my ten years of pocket billiards tournaments, I went undefeated. You might have memories that mean more, but for me, however, these moments were the Good Lord telling me, You haven’t seen anything yet.
One of the converts I made to Catholicism during my early days as a priest was a Lutheran minister’s daughter. For whatever reason, she called the priest’s house, the rectory, one Sunday morning. Always enjoying playing harmless practical jokes, I answered the phone by saying, Hello, this is the morgue.
On the other end, she couldn’t stop laughing. Liking the lighthearted and cheerful attitude, she joined the church. I suspect her father greatly disagreed but still loved his daughter.
After settling in on this assignment in Gettysburg, I received a letter that informed me I was being transferred. Though it was shocking, I had one week to uproot and move on.
Chapter 3
HARRISBURG, PENNSYLVANIA
I’d like to think my time in Harrisburg was the time God opened me up to the real fireworks—miracles I never thought were possible.
Miracle #1
I was relaxing on the rectory, the priests’ porch, when an unidentified man approached me. He was not there to see just anyone; he was there to see me specifically. How or where he got my name was a mystery.
He openly asked if I could cast the devil out of a person. I had never considered the possibility, and it wasn’t part of the curriculum at the seminary. We were only taught to go through the religious channels of exorcism by the diocese. However, this man was in need of an immediate solution.
With my faith in the Good Lord, I told him, hoping that it would get me off the hook, Anyone who has the Holy Spirit could cast the devil out of a person.
Instead, he gave me a look that said, What about it? I then headed with him into the church building.
Although there was no one in the church, all the lights were turned on. I took him up to the communion altar rail and laid my hands on his head. Then I started silently praying to the Good Lord. Suddenly, he made a sound similar to hurricane wind. He shrieked in a voice louder than I’d thought was possible for any human being, and the echoes quickly filled the church. I continued to pray, but I had goose bumps running up and down my arms.
A form came out of him and passed by my ear. He was sweating profusely, and heavy mucus began running out of his nose. He was obviously a strong devil who had tried, as a last resort, to give me a heart attack. However, he lost because of my faith in the Good Lord. Instead of being shaken by the ordeal, I was immensely blessed, because God had judged me worthy enough to experience such a thing.
Immediately after the healed man went home, I went up to my room in the rectory. I prostrated myself in worship to the Good Lord, who had exposed the devil to me and made me conquer him. It was a shining moment in my life, for I had met my enemy face-to-face.
The man told me of his sins, which I cannot reveal to you, but they definitely opened the door to the Evil One and brought the man misery. I once gave witness to this experience in a church. I think the congregation was scared, because they never invited me back to their church.
As you can easily imagine, I began to see and hear devils everywhere. I know now, looking in hindsight, that the devil was trying to get even with me for the grave torture I had put him through. This went on for a good week or two until I met a girl who had a stub for a thumb.
Miracle #2
In front of my eyes, the Good Lord took hold of the girl’s thumb and grew it out to its normal size. It was similar to what you see on TV when the camera speeds up; however, this was for real. When I saw the Good Lord do this, I said to myself, How did I ever have problems in my life or worry? I was sailing with ecstasy; I was flying higher than the moon.
What I quickly got out of the experience was that everything I had been taught about God, heaven, and hell—and everything in the Bible—was true. I felt secure because no longer was I alone in the world, and I found no need to grieve over what I didn’t have. This took a good bit of the sting out of the trying times.
There was, of course, a price for all of this, and not from the Good Lord but from the Evil One, or the devil, as you know him. He is more devastating and harmful than Hollywood portrays him. I have had physical and mental pain similar to the bites of scorpions and poisonous snakes. Priests began to look at me suspiciously and treated me like an outcast.
Miracle #3
In the parish next to us, one of the parishioners had a baby who was diagnosed with cancer. When the infant was baptized, the Good Lord healed the baby completely. The parish celebrated the healing with a resounding mass of joy.
I know you want to hear about heaven directly. I say to you that this is about the life of heaven on Earth the way the Good Lord meant it to always be.
Miracle #4
Another person, who must not be named, came to me for a prayer before going to the hospital. I took the person into the church to say a proper prayer. When we got inside the church and approached the communion railing, I began to pray, but I was stopped by the Good Lord.
I asked of whom was inside the person, What is your name?
The devil inside of the person hissed out at me and said, I am Legion.
Immediately, I said, In the name of Jesus, come of this person.
At that moment, the person was healed of a life-threatening situation. I know this is powerful; it was for me. However, in all these exorcisms, I received not a scratch from the devil. Faith in the Good Lord is a great gift.
Miracle #5
Once, a person called me on the phone and told me he was possessed. I healed him over the phone in less than a minute, and he has been healed ever since. As I mentioned before, real-life exorcisms and miracles are quite different from the exorcisms Hollywood portrays and different from what is written about the so-called saints.
My nephew from California never tires of me telling him about these miracles.
You are now beginning to catch on to what life in heaven is going to be like—namely, like nothing you’ve ever experienced before.
Miracle #6
The Knights of Columbus experienced a money miracle. The members were attempting many different gimmicks to raise money for their cause but were only able to make a few dollars here and there.
When I became their chaplain, I witnessed them pursuing the different avenues with small gains.
Why didn’t they trust the Good Lord?
I finally reached them, and in dramatic unison, they agreed, closed their notebooks, and took what I had said to heart.
A month later, one of them randomly took a chance on a money ticket for the Knights of Columbus and won the first-prize money. The most inspiring part to behold was seeing how reverently they thanked the Good Lord.
Many forget to thank the Good Lord for prize winnings. These men did not forget; they were noble.
This is another fact about heaven: there are no riffraff in heaven; there are only people of noble hearts.
Miracle #7
A friend of mine is the best salesman I have ever met in my life. He could sell snowballs to Eskimos. He went out of town many times for sales and, consequently, succumbed to a big indiscretion—an affair with a woman. Feeling guilty, he decided to confess it to his wife, because he thought if he did, everything would be hunky-dory (as a Hollywood comedian used to say). However, his confession blew up in his face, and she headed for a divorce—or at least a separation.
He came to me for help. I chewed him out royally, not only for the affair but also, most especially, for telling his wife and causing her so much mental anguish. Don’t get me wrong—the affair was wrong. But he should have repented without scraping her emotions.
Anyway, the Good Lord healed them both, and to this day, they are still happily married. It took the Good Lord less than a minute.
How long would it have taken a marriage counselor? How much money would have been spent with uncertain results?
Five to ten years later, while stuck in traffic on a highway, he spotted me about ten cars ahead of him. He promptly got out of his car, rushed to me, shook my hand vigorously, and then ran back to his vehicle.
With God, there are no problems and nothing is impossible. Even an alcoholic is no challenge for the Good Lord.
Miracle #8
I was asked to go counsel one gentleman, an alcoholic, because he was a pious churchgoer. I went not knowing what I was going to come across. It took the Good