Paula----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------39-s Birthday -holy

– At precisely 3:00 PM (the hour of Divine Mercy), everyone present falls silent for one minute. Numerous attendees have reported seeing a soft, golden light emanating from Paula’s hands during this silence. Skeptics have attributed it to window glare, but the consistency over 28 years is, in a word, holy.

In 2015, a local priest, Father Dominic Reyes, wrote a short guide titled “How to Make Your Birthday Holy: The Paula Way.” It became a surprise bestseller in Catholic and Protestant circles alike. The manifesto includes six principles: – At precisely 3:00 PM (the hour of

“My daughter was born on Paula’s birthday. She was premature, barely two pounds. Paula prayed over her tiny hand. The doctors called the next day with a full recovery. We now celebrate both birthdays as one holy day in our home.” — David K., father In 2015, a local priest, Father Dominic Reyes,

– Without any social media announcement, homeless individuals, travelers, and the sick have begun to appear on Paula’s doorstep every birthday. They ask for nothing except a blessing. Paula provides them with a warm meal and a hand-painted prayer card. “It is not my birthday,” she always says. “It is the Lord’s invitation to see His face.” Paula prayed over her tiny hand

Why do we call a birthday “holy”? In the Hebrew tradition, birthdays are mentioned rarely. Pharaoh’s birthday (Genesis 40:20) was a secular feast. Herod’s birthday (Matthew 14:6) led to the beheading of John the Baptist. But Paula has reclaimed the birthday as a yom tov —a good day set apart.

If you would like to share your own “holy birthday” experience or learn more about Paula’s annual vigil, please visit your local spiritual direction office or reflect on Isaiah 46:4: “Even to your old age, I am He.”

“I thought the ‘holy birthday’ thing was cute but exaggerated. Then I attended Paula’s 60th. A woman who had been mute for eleven years suddenly said, ‘Paula, your joy is my healing.’ She has spoken ever since. I cannot explain it. I can only call it holy.” — Margaret S., retired nurse