James Foley: Martyr for Faith and Freedom

James Foley, a devout Catholic journalist from New Hampshire, was abducted by Islamist Extremist Militants while covering a story in Syria in the Fall of 2012.  He was held captive for nearly two years until this past Tuesday when his execution was announced by his captors via a gruesome video.  He is now resting in Heaven in the loving arms of Jesus and Our Blessed Mother and he wears the garment of martyrdom for his Catholic Faith and our American values of religious liberty and freedom.

Foley had been abducted previously in Libya and was at that time safely released.  It was his Catholic Faith in God and the Holy Rosary which carried him through his ordeal.  He wrote the following letter to his 1996 Alma mater Marquette University which was published in the Fall 2011 issue of Marquette Magazine…

Foley RIP

“Marquette University has always been a friend to me. The kind who challenges you to do more and be better and ultimately shapes who you become.
 
With Marquette, I went on some volunteer trips to South Dakota and Mississippi and learned I was a sheltered kid and the world had real problems. I came to know young people who wanted to give their hearts for others. Later I volunteered in a Milwaukee junior high school up the street from the university and was inspired to become an inner-city teacher. But Marquette was perhaps never a bigger friend to me than when I was imprisoned as a journalist.
 
Myself and two colleagues had been captured and were being held in a military detention center in Tripoli. Each day brought increasing worry that our moms would begin to panic. My colleague, Clare, was supposed to call her mom on her birthday, which was the day after we were captured. I had still not fully admitted to myself that my mom knew what had happened. But I kept telling Clare my mom had a strong faith.
I prayed she’d know I was OK. I prayed I could communicate through some cosmic reach of the universe to her. 

I began to pray the rosary. It was what my mother and grandmother would have prayed. I said 10 Hail Marys between each Our Father. It took a long time, almost an hour to count 100 Hail Marys off on my knuckles. And it helped to keep my mind focused.

Clare and I prayed together out loud. It felt energizing to speak our weaknesses and hopes together, as if in a conversation with God, rather than silently and alone.
Later we were taken to another prison where the regime kept hundreds of political prisoners. I was quickly welcomed by the other prisoners and treated well.
One night, 18 days into our captivity, some guards brought me out of the cell. In the hall I saw Manu, another colleague, for the first time in a week. We were haggard but overjoyed to see each other. Upstairs in the warden’s office, a distinguished man in a suit stood and said, “We felt you might want to call your families.”
I said a final prayer and dialed the number. My mom answered the phone.
“Mom, Mom, it’s me, Jim.”
“Jimmy, where are you?”
Yellow Ribbon which has been tied to a tree in front of the New Hampshire family home of James Foley since his abduction in 2012

Yellow Ribbon which has been tied to a tree in front of the New Hampshire family home of James Foley since his abduction in 2012

“I’m still in Libya, Mom. I’m sorry about this. So sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry, Jim,” she pleaded. “Oh, Daddy just left. Oh … He so wants to talk to you. How are you, Jim?” I told her I was being fed, that I was getting the best bed and being treated like a guest.
“Are they making you say these things, Jim?”
“No, the Libyans are beautiful people,” I told her. “I’ve been praying for you to know that I’m OK,” I said. “Haven’t you felt my prayers?”
“Oh, Jimmy, so many people are praying for you. All your friends, Donnie, Michael Joyce, Dan Hanrahan, Suree, Tom Durkin, Sarah Fang have been calling. Your brother Michael loves you so much.” She started to cry. “The Turkish embassy is trying to see you and also Human Rights Watch. Did you see them?” I said I hadn’t.
“They’re having a prayer vigil for you at Marquette. Don’t you feel our prayers?” she asked.
“I do, Mom, I feel them,” and I thought about this for a second. Maybe it was others’ prayers strengthening me, keeping me afloat.
The official made a motion. I started to say goodbye. Mom started to cry. “Mom, I’m strong. I’m OK. I should be home by Katie’s graduation,” which was a month away.
“We love you, Jim!” she said. Then I hung up.
 
I replayed that call hundreds of times in my head — my mother’s voice, the names of my friends, her knowledge of our situation, her absolute belief in the power of prayer. She told me my friends had gathered to do anything they could to help. I knew I wasn’t alone.
 
My last night in Tripoli, I had my first Internet connection in 44 days and was able to listen to a speech Tom Durkin gave for me at the Marquette vigil. To a church full of friends, alums, priests, students and faculty, I watched the best speech a brother could give for another. It felt like a best man speech and a eulogy in one. It showed tremendous heart and was just a glimpse of the efforts and prayers people were pouring forth. 

If nothing else, prayer was the glue that enabled my freedom,

an inner freedom first and later the miracle of being released during a war in which the regime had no real incentive to free us.  

It didn’t make sense, but faith did.

Marquette University will hold a Memorial Prayer Vigil this Tuesday evening August 26th at 6pm at the Chapel of the Holy Family in the Alumni Memorial Union.  Members of the local community are invited to honor and remember this young martyr who gave heroic witness to his Catholic Faith.

Solidarity Iraq

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