A North-American man, who wishes to remain anonymous, and whom we will call Walter, was once obnoxiously loud, braggadocious, and mocked the Catholic faith, even to the point of ripping his mother’s rosary beads out of her praying hands, scattering them across the floor. Then he went through a profound conversion. One day, his friend and co-worker, Aaron, who had recently undergone a conversion in Medjugorje, handed Walter a book of Mary’s Medjugorje messages. Taking them with him to the Cathedral of the Blessed Sacrament during his lunch break from his job as a real-estate broker, he devoured the messages and quickly became a different man. Soon afterwards, he announced to Aaron, “There’s a decision I have to make in