cleansed their wounds. the guards ridiculed his devotion to the savior and the almighty. they took his clothes and made him stand in the freezing cold for hours. yet he never lost his faith. if anything it only grew stronger. at night he slipped into huts to lead prisoners in prayer, saying the rosary, administering the sacraments, offering three simple words, god bless you. one of them later said with his very presence he could just for a moment turn a mud hut into a cathedral. that spring he went further. he held an easter service. i just met with the kapaun family. they showed me something extraordinary. the actual stoll, the purple vestment that father kapaun wore when he celebrated mass inside that prison camp. as the sun rose that easter
cleansed their wounds. the guards ridiculed his devotion to his savior and the almighty. they took his clothes and made him stand in the freezing cold for hours, yet he never lost his faith. if anything, it only grew stronger. at night, he slipped into hits to lead prisoners in prayer. saying the rosary, administering the sacraments, offering three simple words. god bless you. one of them later said that with his very presence, he could just for a moment turn a mud hit into a cathedral. that spring he went further. he held an easter service. i just met with the kapaun family. they showed me something extraordinary. the actual stole, the purple vestment that he wore when he celebrated mass inside that prison camp.