Then, he looked back at the stories he grew up, such as a World War II account told and retold by his grandfather. “Trying to make the most of his scouting trip, he and his squad mate took a look around” a village. “He made his way over to the kitchen and noticed an Our Lady of Sorrows font, a receptacle for holy water that he thought would make a nice souvenir for his mother. This was a village home with no glass on the windows – they were covered only by curtains and shutters. Both were open at the time, so the kitchen was visible to the outside.” However, a squad of German soldiers had a different idea. Theirs was “a simple mission: find and kill Americans. For the most part, the village was quiet, yet there was anxious tension because the Americans had advanced considerably from their attacks on Normandy. A Nazi soldier, positioned on a roof, caught a glimpse of enemy presence through the open curtains and shutters of a village home below. He drew his weapon and scanned for a target. My grandfather imagined how much his mother would love the holy font, but as he approached it, the solider took aim.” But God protected Murtagh’s grandfather. Why?
Where Are You, Lord?»