B L O G – E T T E J E A N E T T E
September 8, 2017
September 8th is the Blessed Virgin Mary's birthday. She was born in a house in Nazareth, where some fifteen years later the Annunciation took place and she was told by the Angel Gabriel "The Lord is with thee."(Luke 1:28) Many centuries later, in 1291 of the Holy Wars, to prevent the Muslims from destroying the home, Mary's Holy House was mysteriously "translated" -- moved overnight! -- first to Dalmatia, then to Italy, eventually remaining in Loreto, where anyone can see it and pray in it. I have been there at least three times that I can remember, as it is often on the pilgrimage path to Padre Pio, on the Adriatic side of Italy.
Atheists and agnostics think true believers are credulous to consider this story as factual. On the website below you will find the scientific evidence, such as how the bricks of the Loreto house match the foundation of the Holy House still in Nazareth, that simply cannot be denied. The AAs (agnostics and atheists) stress in their arguments that there is some other way things could have happened. The trouble is they can never produce these other ways (as in The Shroud).
Please read about the incredible rescue in the link below, detailing how Mary's Holy House traveled to Loreto and what the witnesses saw. Especially read the paragraphs midway down, "Science Confirms: Angels Took the House of Our Lady of Nazareth to Loreto." Here is a small excerpt:
"However, the Annunciation took place in Nazareth, in the Holy Land, where the foundations of the Holy House remain to this day. When compared with the dimensions and characteristics of the Loreto House, they match perfectly: but the similarities and concordances do not end there.
"How did the Holy House take off, so to speak, from its foundations and reappear about 2000 miles away where it remains intact to this day?"
Bear in mind that an angel appeared to Mary at the Annunciation. Angels appeared to the
shepherds in the fields when Mary gave birth to Christ the Lord. Angels were waiting for her
when she arrived in Heaven at her Assumption.
As I read somewhere (it may have been the French philosopher, Montaigne): all that you can imagine is not all that there is...
August 15, 2017
W H E R E'D S H E GO?
T H E A S S U M P T I O N
Assumption of the Virgin, 1580-Guido Reni
Just a couple of months ago I was taken to the hospital with internal pain (two surgeries ensued -- and I will write about where I've been in the last year at a later post). At the time, I was reading a long and wonderful piece by convert Graham Greene on The Assumption and I wanted it for my Assumption post on this blog, when the time came, if the hospital didn't claim me again. But wherever I left the book I cannot find it now. In the essay Greene explicated all of Mary's, The Blessed Mother's, events and appearances, crescendoing to the Assumption, and he went on to explain the meaning and glory of that climactic reward – he referred to her as a figure of perfect love.
I can't remember the details of what this great writer wrote (who, recalcitrant in earlier years, although he attended Mass, he seemed to have mellowed and accepted "Catholic" to be associated with his name in later years) and anyway, I would not be so bold or puffed up as to think I could summarize the depth of Greene by paraphrasing his masterful words and thoughts, so I sulked in great disappointment. But more about Greene later.
As for my dashed hopes for a Greene-Assumption post, now what?
A few days later I received a copy of Frank Rega's new book, What God is By Nature, Mary is By Grace -- and there, in Chapter 9, was a description of Mary's Assumption and arrival into Heaven by mystic and victim soul Luisa Piccarreta (1865-1947), as told to her by the Blessed Virgin Mary. Luisa spent over sixty years confined to bed, essentially subsisting only on the Holy Eucharist -- a grace and miracle for many victim souls. Her Cause for Beatification is underway at the Vatican's Congregation for the Causes of Saints.
I hold the writings of Luisa Piccarreta, based on the teachings of Jesus and Mary, as worthy of inclination to believe and therefore to seek and find the way the Divine Will operates -- moreso since Padre Pio was known to say, probably to those of the southern area of Italy who would have heard of Luisa (as that is where both Pio and Luisa came from) "Why come to me? You have Luisa Piccarreta."
Here are some samplings from Luisa Piccarreta's writings on The Assumption, which explain to us why the Blessed Virgin was assumed into Heaven. I have plucked the quotes from the entire chapter and put them all together in one paragraph, to keep the narrative. In essence, this is what Luisa was told...and this is what she spiritually saw. As Rega points out in the Introduction, his book is a "narrative report and not intended to be considered authorized, official or definitive." Luisa's writings here deal with the Blessed Virgin Mary's "life on earth and in heaven, as lived in the Divine Will." Her Fiat!
"She fulfilled the Supreme Will in everything; Heaven waited for she who had honored the Fiat so much . . .Upon seeing this Sublime Queen enter the Empyreum, the whole of Heaven magnified . . . In astonishment [all] implored her to ascend even higher and higher, because it was right that she who honored the Divine Will should have the highest throne and be their Queen . . .The glory, greatness and power of the Heavenly Mother in the Fatherland are inseparable . . . She knew nothing else but the Divine Will alone, loved nothing else but the divine interests and asked for nothing else but the divine glory . . .She blazes forth such beauty as to enrapture the whole of Heaven . . . All feel twice as happy in having a Mother so holy and a Queen so glorious and powerful . . .The first canticle that the heavenly host sang to their Queen upon her Assumption was the 'Hail Mary', since in it are the most beautiful praises and greatest honors . . . The true cause of this feast is the Divine Will operating and fulfilled in the Heavenly Mother . . . So it is the Divine Will, more than anything, that was and is celebrated on the day of the Assumption into heaven of the Lord's Most Holy Mother . . . As Mother she shows us the way, to lead us to heaven . . .The feast of the Assumption is the most beautiful, most sublime, and the greatest feast in which the Blessed Trinity is glorified, loved and honored the most! Heaven and earth are infused with an unusual joy, never before felt . . .It is the feast of feasts, the unique and new one, which will never be repeated again. What the [Virgin Queen] did on earth, she continues to do in heaven . . . In loving God she loves all, making everyone love the Most High. How could God resist and not give her anything she wants. The Fiat ties God with Its eternal bonds so that he can refuse her nothing . . . Therefore there is no place where her seas of love and power do not flow . . . With her love she gave new life to the human generations. Her love was so great as to cover and hide, within its seas, the creatures themselves with their weaknesses, evil and sins. If this Holy Virgin did not impart so much love, it would be difficult for the Most High to look upon the earth. Only her love makes God look at it. He wants to have His Divine Will reign in the midst of creatures because she wants it so. Mary wants to give to her children that which she possesses, and by love she will win her children, along with the Most High. Fiat!"
Blessed Virgin Crowned Queen of Heaven
(For more information about this book, go to Rega's website, www.frankrega.com, or go to www.amazon.com, and for a beautiful meditation by Padre Pio on The Assumption, go to Rega's website.)
Whether or not Graham Greene ever heard of Luisa Piccarreta, his conclusion about The Assumption was in harmony with her writings. He grasped the explosive nature of the Assumption when she arrived, an incredible yet believable heavenly quake. He had the courage to believe its nature and write a detailed essay about it. He did go to San Giovanni Rotondo, visiting friends who helped Padre Pio and his works for years, but he could not face Padre Pio personally for fear, it would seem, of the same life-quaking event that would change his life, which he didn’t want to do (see my website Home Page, www.padrepiosworld.net), but there may have been discussions about mystics and victim souls during that visit. At any rate, it is written somewhere that he carried a picture or relic of Padre Pio -- I'm not sure which.
NOTE: A suggestion--What God is By Nature, Mary is By Grace, might be read along with the short article about Mary's tenderness and love, published by the Capuchin Friars of San Giovanni Rotondo in The Voice of Padre Pio, May-June, 2017, www.vocedipadrepio.com . The insightful unfolding and revealing of Mary's presence, mission and understanding of the Kingdom, and her most deep meaning, is in harmony with Luisa Piccarreta and Graham Greene. If our stunted earthly reasoning balks at some heavenly things, I recall what the French essayist Montaigne wrote (if I am remembering him as author correctly): All that you can imagine is not all that there is.
NOTE 2 Why does the Virgin Mary always wear a certain darker blue in all the paintings of her Assumption?
I noticed that most of the paintings of the Blessed Virgin Mary showed her wearing a much darker blue cloak or mantle (as shown in the painting above by Reni, despite the different centuries in which they were painted. It seemed the painters did not back away from this portrayal and I wondered what they knew that made them want to keep it. The only thing I could find was this website https://astoldbylaura.wordpress.com/2013/11/18/why-does-the-virgin-mary-always-wear-blue/ Here are a few quotes...
“The older, classic and more representative color is dark blue,” wrote Rev. Johann Roten, director of the Marian Library-International Marian Research Institute at the University of Dayton. On a student FAQ page, he wrote that “Mary’s dark blue mantle (cloak), from about 500 A.D., is of Byzantine origin and is the color of an empress.”
"Our Sunday Visitor, a Catholic news site, offered somewhat of an expansion/alternative theory. The OSV writes that the dark blue color of Mary’s mantle represents a kind of waiting that occurred in the darkest part of the night, which corresponds to the Catholic celebration of Advent. The OSV also suggests that the color parallels the many associations between Mary, the moon and the stars, which is seen in Revelation 12:1 …
"According to the OSV, the mantle had symbolized protection since well before the Middle Ages, as women would conceal babies and other vulnerable people inside for safety.
"So although there may never be one definitive answer to the question that haunts Sunday school veterans everywhere, one thing is certain: Mary’s attire is deeply rooted in Catholic symbolism. "
Padre Pio loved and anticipated Christmas like a child, all year round, all his life--from his youth, when he would carve and shape the Holy Family Nativity figures, to his Army days during the First World War, when he was forced to outwit bureaucratic rules to be able to say Mass on Christmas morning, to the many Midnight Masses on the windblown Gargano mountain, when he seemed to bring the newborn Infant Jesus to life before the townspeople. His Midnight Mass became a legend.The Crib was everything to Padre Pio. He holds it up to us in simple but luminous words, and once he points out some true meanings, we are there forever. We cannot look away.
January 6, 2015
THE MAGI HAVE ARRIVED. . .but how did they get there?
Here's what Venerable Fulton Sheen had to say:
Simeon had foretold that the Divine Babe would be a Light to the Gentiles. They were already
on the march. At His birth there were the Magi, or the scientists of the East. . .The Psalmist had
foretold that the kings of the East would come to do homage to Emmanuel. Following a star,
they came to Jerusalem to ask Herod where the King had been born. . . .
It was a star that led them.
God spoke to the Gentiles through nature and philosophers; to the Jews, through prophecies. The
time was ripe for the coming of the Messiah and the whole world knew it. Though they were
astrologers, the slight vestige of truth in their knowledge of the stars led them to the Star out of
Jacob. . .Though coming from a land that worshipped stars, they surrendered that religion as they fell
down and worshipped him who made the stars. The Gentiles in fulfillment of the prophecies of
Isaiah and Jeremiah "came to Him from the ends of the earth." (Life of Christ, p.43)
"Jesus was born at Bethlehem in Judea during the reign of Herod. After His birth astrologers from the east
arrived in Jerusalem asking, Where is the child who is born to be king of the Jews? We observed the rising
of his star, and we have come to pay him homage." (Matthew 2:1-2)
And here is what Werner Keller wrote in The Bible as History, 1956, much abridged here:
On December 4, for the third and last time, a close encounter of the planets Jupiter and Saturn
took place. . .in the sixteenth degree of Pisces. . . . But why this ancient learned expedition of
the three Wise Men to Palestine when, as we know, they [astrologers] could see the occurrence
just as well in Babylon? The sky-gazers of the East in their capacity as astrologers attached a
special significance to each star. According to the Chaldeans, Pisces was the sign of the West,
of the Mediterranean countries; in Jewish tradition it was the sign of Israel, the sign of the
Messiah. The constellation of Pisces stood at the end of the sun's old course and at the beginning
of its new one. What is more likely than that they saw in it the sign of the end of an old age
and the start of a new one?
Jupiter was always thought of by all nations as a lucky star and a royal star. According to old
Jewish tradition Saturn was supposed to protect Israel; Tacitus equates him with the god of the
Jews. Babylonian astrology reckoned the ringed planet [Saturn] to be the special star of the
neighboring lands of Syria and Palestine.
Since Nebuchadnezzar's time, many thousands of Jews had lived in Babylon. Many of them may
have studied at the School of Astrology in Sippar. This wonderful encounter of Jupiter with Saturn,
guardian of Israel, in the constellation of the "West country" of the Messiah, must have deeply moved
the Jewish astrologers, for, according to astrological ways of thinking, it pointed to the appearance
of a mighty king in the west country, the land of their fathers. To expeience that in person, to see it
with their own eyes, that was the reason for the journey of the wise astronomers from the East.
". . .where is he that is born King of the Jews? for we have seen his star in the east, and are come to worship him." (Matt.2:2-3)
The Magi Following the Star
Wood engraving from La Sainte Bible, Tours, 1866
by Gustave Doré. French, 1832-1883
The explanations in The Bible as History are much more precise than I have excerpted here, and if you wish to get down to the fascinating mathematical and astronomical details and turn back the cosmic clock to see just what was happening in the sky at the time of the Birth of Christ, it is recommended you read Chapter 2 on page 345 -- especially pp. 350-351 -- of Werner's book, and perhaps pursue other books to satisfy your probing search.
The arrival of the Magi is so heavensent via the stars, so much the conjunction of science and faith and a hungering for God, that it becomes a proof for history that something wonderful and divinely ordained happened one wintry night some 2000 years ago, and brought the Magi across the desert sands on camels for weeks to find Him -- in accordance with Isaiah 60. Knowing this, we can appreciate The Three Kings' arrival as described by St. Louis De Montfort on p. 63 of his lovely little book, The Love of Eternal Wisdom.
The face of this loving Saviour is so serene and gentle that it charmed the eyes and the hearts of those who
held Him. The shepherds who came to the stable to see Him were so spellbound by the serenity and beauty
of His face that for several days they remained to gaze upon Him in rapture. The Kings, exalted as they were,
had no sooner seen the loving features of this beautiful Child, than, laying aside their dignity, they fell on
their knees by His crib. They must often have said to one another: "Friends, how good it is for us to be here!
In our palaces we find no enjoyments to be compared with those we experience in this stable looking at
this beloved Infant God."
"Lift up thy eyes round about, and see: all these are gathered together, they are come to thee: thy sons shall come
from afar, and thy daughters shall rise up at thy side. Then shalt thou see and abound, and thy heart shall wonder
and be ennlarged, when the multitude of the sea shall be converted to thee, the strength of the Gentiles shall come
to thee. The multitude of camels shall cover thee, the dromedaries of Madian and Epha: all they from Saba shall
come, bringing gold and frankincense, and showing forth praise to the Lord. All the flocks of Cedar shall be gathered
together unto thee, the rams of Nabaioth shall minister to thee. . . " (Isaiah 60:4-7)
And here is an excerpt from the homily of Pope Francis, January 6, 2015, Feast of the Epiphany, Vatican translation.
According to tradition, the wise men were sages, watchers of the constellations, observers of the
heavens, in a cultural and religious context which saw the stars as having significance and power over
human affairs. The wise men represent men and women who seek God in the world’s religions and
philosophies: an unending quest.
The wise men point out to us the path of our journey through life. They sought the true Light. As a
liturgical hymn of Epiphany which speaks of their experience puts it: “Lumen requirunt lumine”; by
following a light, they sought the light. They set out in search of God. Having seen the sign of the star,
they grasped its message and set off on a long journey. Along the way, the wise men encountered many
difficulties. Once they reached Jerusalem, they went to the palace of the king, for they thought it obvious
that the new king would be born in the royal palace. There they lost sight of the star and met with a
temptation, placed there by the devil: it was the deception of Herod. King Herod was interested in the
child, not to worship him but to eliminate him. Herod is the powerful man who sees others only as
rivals. Deep down, he also considers God a rival, indeed the most dangerous rival of all. In Herod’s
palace the wise men experience a moment of obscurity, of desolation, which they manage to overcome
thanks to the prompting of the Holy Spirit, who speaks through the prophecies of sacred Scripture.
These indicate that the Messiah is to be born in Bethlehem, the city of David.
At that point they resume their journey, and once more they see the star; the evangelist says that they
“rejoiced exceedingly” (Mt 2:10). Coming to Bethlehem, they found “the child with Mary his mother”
(Mt 2:11). After that of Jerusalem, this was their second great temptation: to reject this smallness. But
instead, “they fell down and worshiped him,” offering him their precious symbolic gifts. Again, it is the
grace of the Holy Spirit which assists them. That grace, which through the star had called them and led
them along the way, now lets them enter into the mystery. Led by the Spirit, they come to realize that
God’s criteria are quite different from those of men, that God does not manifest himself in the power of
this world, but speaks to us in the humbleness of his love. The wise men are thus models of conversion
to the true faith, since they believed more in the goodness of God than in the apparent splendour of power.
And so we can ask ourselves: what is the mystery in which God is hidden? Where can I find him? All
around us we see wars, the exploitation of children, torture, trafficking in arms, trafficking in persons…
In all these realities, in these, the least of our brothers and sisters who are enduring these difficult
situations, there is Jesus (cf. Mt 25:40,45). The crib points us to a different path from the one cherished
by the thinking of this world: it is the path of God’s self-abasement, his glory concealed in the manger of Bethlehem, on the cross upon Calvary, in each of our suffering brothers and sisters.
The wise men entered into the mystery. They passed from human calculations to the mystery: this was
their conversion. And our own? Let us ask the Lord to let us undergo that same journey of conversion
experienced by the wise men. Let us ask him to protect us and to set us free from the temptations which
hide the star. To let us always feel the troubling question: “Where is the star?” whenever – amid the
deceptions of this world – we lose sight of it. To let us know ever anew God’s mystery, and not to be scandalized
by the “sign” which points to “a babe wrapped in swaddling clothes lying in a manger” (Lk 2:12), and to
have the humility to ask the Mother, our Mother, to show him to us. To find the courage to be liberated
from our illusions, our presumptions, our “lights”, and to seek this courage in the humility of faith and
in this way to encounter the Light, Lumen, like the holy wise men. Amen.
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A Reflection on the Birth of Jesus Christ by The Servant of God, Venerable Fulton Sheen. . .
The world might have expected the Son of God to be born--if he was to be born at all--in an inn. A stable would be the last place in the world where one would have looked for Him. Divinity is always where one
least expects to find it.
No worldly mind would ever have suspected that He Who could make the sun warm the earth would one
day have need of an ox and an ass to warm Him with their breath; . . . that He, from whose hands came
planets and worlds, would one day have tiny arms that were not long enough to touch the huge heads of the
cattle; . . . that the Eternal Word would be dumb; that Omnipotence would be wrapped in swaddling clothes;
that Salvation would lie in a manger. . . (Life of Christ, p. 28)
Lorenzo Lotto (1480-1556) Adoration of the Sheherds (Detail) . . .
And. . .
Reflections on the Christmas Animals From a 12th Century French Carol Entitled "The Friendly Beasts,"Translated From French by An Anonymous Translator. (www.hymntime.com/tch/htm/f/r/i/friendly.htm)
Jesus, our Brother, strong and good,
Was humbly born in a stable rude,
And the friendly beasts around Him stood,
Jesus, our brother, strong and good.
"I," said the donkey, shaggy and brown,
"I carried His mother uphill and down,
I carried His mother to Bethlehem town;
I," said the donkey, shaggy and brown.
"I," said the cow, all white and red,
"I gave Him my manger for His bed,
"I gave Him hay to pillow His head;
"I," said the cow, all white and red.
"I," said the sheep with curly horn,
"I gave Him my wool for His blanket warm,
He wore my coat on Christmas morn;
I," said the sheep with curly horn.
"I," said the dove, from the rafters high,
"I cooed Him to sleep that He should not cry,
"We cooed Him to sleep, my mate and I;
"I," said the dove, from the rafters high.
Thus all the beasts, by some good spell,
In the stable dark were glad to tell
Of the gifts they gave Emmanuel,
The gifts they gave Emmanuel.
Learning From The Christmas Animals
If you love the above carol as I do, and want more poetic insight into the Nativity scene as far as the animals are concerned, read the following poem by the brilliantly intuitive C.S. Lewis. Grasp his mere comprehension of the visuals being offered, the hidden gifts. . . Thank you to The C.S.Lewis Institute, http://www.cslewisinstitute.org/Learning_from_the_Christmas_Animals from which I quote:
The French carol The Friendly Beasts gives the animals human characteristics as they share
their unique gifts with the newborn King of Kings. C.S. Lewis in his poem, The Nativity, focuses
on the animals of the creche, but instead of giving them human qualities, he reflects on both the
negative and positive character traits of each animal and how those traits are manifested in his own life.
Among the oxen (like an ox I'm slow)
I see a glory in the stable grow
Wbich, with the ox's dullness might at length
Give me an ox's strenth.
Among the asses (stubborn I as they)
I see my Saviour where I looked for hay;
So may my beastlike folly learn at least
The patience of a beast.
Among the sheep (I like a sheep have strayed)
I watch the manger where my Lord is laid;
Oh that my baa-ing nature would win thence
Some woolly innocence!
C.S.Lewis, Poems, edited by Walter Hooper (New York:Harcourt, Inc.,1992) p.122
Continues the C.S. Lewis Institute:
As we contemplate the miracle of Christ's birth this Christmas season, let us, like C.S. Lewis, in
humility seek after the strength, patience and innocence symbolized in the animals of the Christmas
story that can only come when we confess our sins, receive forgivenes from the Lord and allow Him
to give us the most important gifts of Christmas.
Note: I know that there are some readers thinking wait a minute, I thought Pope Benedict XVI said there were no animals in the Nativity scene. But the Pope never said that at all. It is the secular media, through their headlines and rewording of what Pope Benedict XVI wrote in his book Infancy Narratives, that sent the misinformation out all over the world, totally ignoring Pope Benedict XVI's actual words. Here is an excerpt from First Things -- http://www.firstthings.com/web-exclusives/2012/11/what-the-pope-really-said-about-christmas
, quoting a passage from the Pope's book:
First of all, what did the pope actually say about the Nativity scene animals? He wrote, “The manger, as we have seen, indicates animals, who come to it for their food. In the Gospel there is no reference to animals at this point.
But prayerful reflection, reading Old and New Testaments in light of one another, filled this lacuna at a very early stage by pointing to Isaiah 1:3: ‘The ox knows its owner, and the ass its master’s crib; but Israel does not know, my people does not understand.’ ”
But don't stop there. Read the entire article and learn how far afield the unchurched are as they carelessly read and poorly translate reports in Italian, and then pass it all down to you in quick, snappy, jaw-dropping Pope headlines -- and continue to do so today with their catchy reworded utterances from the Holy Father, Vicar of Christ, Pope Francis.
There is so much more to be said on this -- about priests who make the statement almost ex cathedra that you will find no animals in Heaven -- but that is for another post later in the year on my animals page. The thing to know now is that if you want the ox and ass and other animals to be in the manger -- where animals were fed -- they were there.
Pace e bene...
January 3, 2015
IT MUST BE SAID! It Must Be Said!
Some well-meaning Catholic websites have published an old report of a Padre Pio prophecy of The Three Days of Darkness. They quote a letter claimed to be written by him, detailing what will happen and what one is to do to avoid the chastisement of The Three Days.
In fact, such a prophecy was never made by Padre Pio! He never wrote such a letter.
I have personally had many phone discussions about this with Father Joseph Pius Martin, OFM, Cap (RIP 2000), who, as Brother Bill Martin assisted Padre Pio in Pio's last years of life. After Padre Pio' death, Bill Martin was ordained a Capuchin priest and spent the rest of his life in San Giovanni Rotondo making the Padre known to the world as editor of The Voice of Padre Pio, as well as assisting the thousands of pilgrims who visited Padre Pio's tomb pver the years--including me. If you want a touching description of Fr. Joseph's loyalty and filial love for Padre Pio, read the obituary for Fr. Joseph by Fr. Paolo Cuvino, Provincial Minister of the Capuchin Friars at the time of Fr. Joseph's death, on this website at
Fr. Joseph, as well as all the friars of Our Lady of Grace, lived in the friary and assisted Padre Pio in every way, including as conduits of thousands of pieces of mail per week. I often found items in Catholic newspapers or magazines that 'quoted' verbatim, they said, Padre Pio's "The Three Days of Darkness," and I would send them to Father Joseph Pius, knowing he was trying very hard to put a stop to this false story. He readily answered and advised all the writers and articles -- again and again and again -- that Padre Pio never wrote such a letter. Yet the report continues to this day and its appearance on the web multiplies. There are quite a number of videos on YouTube, as well. And so it must be said --
The Padre Pio prophecy of "The Three Days of Darkness" never happened.
Reading the 'quoted' letter, one can clearly detect it isn't even Padre Pio's way of talking. Or his way of prophesying, or predicting. Read the many friary memoirs about Pio available and sense our Padre Pio.
The full story of how this false report started and circulated was researched thoroughly by Fr. John Schug, OFM, Cap, (RIP), and published in Homiletic and Pastoral Review, June, 1998; the pertinent excerpts are reprinted on this website at http://www.padrepiosworld.com/page32.php
This is not to deny or question any of the other prophecies of "The Three Days of Darkness" by saints of the past, as described in Fr.Albert Hebert's book, The Three Days of Darkness. This is merely to uphold the truth as known by the friars and historians of Padre Pio's friary. You are urged to contact them with your questions at:
The Voice of Padre Pio
Piazzale Santa Maria delle Grazie, 4
71013 San Giovanni Rotondo (FG) Italy
What child is this?
Virgin and Child Luis de Morales
December 25, 2014
Merry Christmas to all . . .It is the moment.
December 23, 2014
MAGNELI BLAZES A TRAIL!
Padre Pio often said his real mission would begin after he was gone, that he could do more in Heaven. He said prayer is the key to God. He wanted prayer groups. He and his disciples worked hard for years to get the prayer group movement under way. There were obstacles; he overcame them--with prayer and patience. And just hours before he died official recognition came from the Vatican -- Pope Paul VI -- surely giving him a joyful moment as he left us. And also giving The Padre Pio Prayer Groups the highest cachet--from the Vicar of Christ. It also established something historical and significant--Pope Paul VI, as Giovanni Battista Montini, Archbishop of Milan, had already referred to Padre Pio as a saint in 1952, during the reign of Pius XII, and this surely was no idle gesture; the Padre Pio Prayer Groups were to become a force, an army for the Padre's "real mission." But an army needs warriors, prayer warriors, just as Padre Pio knew when he and his spiritual children of San Giovanni Rotondo set out on the mission.
Here is a case of Padre Pio's mission at diligent work in Monterey, Mexico, as reported by Magneli Villanueva in the September-October - 2014 issue of The Voice of Padre Pio (www.vocedipadrepio.com). Magneli wrote:
"Our Prayer Group is now Diocesan. Since 2013, we have the authorization of our Archbishop and Padre Pio Prayer Groups can flourish in any parish within the Diocese. Well, there are now three Padre Pio Prayer Groups in Monterrey; our group that has been going for already more than 11 years!!! A second group that has been going now for almost two years, and a third one that started on January 2014. The Capuchins are taking care of the three groups. And let me just tell you that this last Sunday our Archbishop said Mass in the first St. Pio of Pietrelcina Parish in northern Mexico. In fact this is the first parish in all of Mexico!. . .I consider this is great news. . . .We are all very grateful to the Lord for this. People really love Padre Pio and during these difficult times we are going through, prayer groups help you feel and get closer to God."
This is a story of perseverance from the very beginning (see my article How Magneli Got Her Prayer Group at www.padrepiosworld.com/page18php), and how Magneli's prayer group has inspired the growth of other prayer groups in Monterey. It's also about growing world-recognition and success of Padre Pio's Prayer Groups, as we devotees so much want. An additional grace is that these Padre Pio Prayer Groups keep our prayers buoyant. And here's a special strategy of Padre Pio's Mission: Charles Mandina, a loving spiritual son of Padre Pio who assisted the Padre with incoming English-speaking mail in the sixties, helped Magneli in promoting St. Pio to the Mexicans. So not only is Magneli busy blazing away, but so has Charles Mandina's encouragement become a blinking star in the blaze. Sort of reminds one of the oldie movie New Moon with Jeanette MacDonald and Nelson Eddy, when Eddy sings that rousing song, "Start me with ten who are stout-hearted men and I'll soon give you ten thousand more..."
If you are Spanish-speaking and attend Mass in Spanish, you might use Magneli's story as an example and suggest a prayer group in your own parish. You might want to be the heart of a wheel inspiring spokes of prayer groups in all different directions. As a matter of fact, anyone might refer to Magneli's story for any parish anywhere. You can contact her at padrepio.org.mx/
Magneli speaks English.
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October 19, 2014
"BLESSED" POPE PAUL VI (OCTOBER 19, 2014) AND ST. PADRE PIO
However they do it in Heaven -- a reception line of all Blesseds and Saints? a great cheer from all the souls abiding there? heavenly music such as no ear has heard? a paradisaical chorus of angels streaming and surrounding the moment -- however they do it, God is glorifying Papa Paolo VI, and we can be sure St. Padre Pio is prominently present in a show of love, applauding his earthly rescuer...
In those early 1960s, Padre Pio was living through one of the persecutions visited upon him, and he was imprisoned by harsh restrictions imposed by Pope John 23rd due to the false and poor information given him. Weeks after Pope Paul VI was elected (predicted, by the way, by Padre Pio when his confreres would give him no peace until he said who the new Pope would be) he lifted the restrictions. "Liberate Padre Pio from those restrictions. Make the work of Padre Pio easy so that he can fulill his apostolate."
Pope Paul had always believed Padre Pio to be a holy man. As far back at 1952, as Giovanni Battista Montini, Archbishop of Milan, he stated "Padre Pio is a saint." To which the Pope at the time, Piux XII, standing nearby and overhearing, added, "We all know that Padre Pio is a saint."
St. Padre Pio is sure to come forward before the now beatified Pope who released him to do all the works that were bursting in his heart and mind for freedom to be. . . Below is an excerpt from Padre Pio's loyal and loving letter of September 12, 1968, to Pope Paul VI, just twelve days before Pio died. Pope Paul VI was under widespread attack at the time for his encyclical Humanae Vitae.
" . . . I know that your heart is suffering much these days in the interest of the Church, for the peace of the world, for the innumerable necessities of the people of the world, but above all, for the lack of obedience of some, even Catholics, to the high teaching that you, assisted by the Holy Spirit and in the name of God, are giving us. I offer you my prayers and daily sufferings as a small but sincere contribution on the part of the least of your sons in order that God may give you comfort with his Grace to follow the straight and painful way in the defence of eternal truth, which never changes with the passing of the years. Also, in the name of my spirtual children and the Prayer Groups, I thank you for your clear and decisive words that you especially pronounced in the last encyclical "Humanae Vitae"; and I reaffirm my faith, my unconditional obedience to your illuminated directions.
"May God grant victory to the truth, peace to his Church, tranquility to the world, health and prosperity to your Holiness, so that once these fleeting doubts are dissipated, the Kindgom of God may triumph in all hearts, guided by your apostolic work as Supreme Pastor of all Christianity.
Prostrate at your feet, I beg you to bless me in the company of my brothers in religion, my spirtual children, the Prayer Groups, my sick ones and also to bless all our good endeavours which we are trying to fulfill under your protection in the name of Jesus.
P. Pio, Capuchin
NOTE; The wrong Beatification date for Pope Paul VI went out on some of my mailings. I apologize. It is definitely Sunday, October 19th, as above.
A post-beatification note:
The miracle required for Pope Paul's beatification turned out to be the 2001 healing in the United States of an unborn child with multiple damages in the womb, problems so serious doctors failed to correct them and said the child would either die in the womb or be born with severe renal impairment. They offered abortion. The mother refused, and on the advice of a friend--a nun who had met Pope Paul VI--prayed instead for the Pope's intercession, with a relic of the Pope's vestments given her by the nun. After ten weeks the child was born greatly improved, and continued life to this day without the damages so visible in the womb, a case that cannot be explained scientifically.
This miraculous healing in the womb came through the very man and Pope who wrote Humanae Vitae. It was, how shall I say. . . Heaven's Way. And did you notice that intense turquoise sky during the entire beatification? Absolutely cloudless.
September 18, 2014
MISSED MOMENTS, MISSED PEOPLE. . .
I was putting all my VOICE OF PADRE PIO magazines in date order -- I have every issue from the first in 1971 (http://www.padrepiosworld.com/page12.php) when the No. 11, 1987 issue fell before me, still opened to page 41 showing photos of dear Fr. Joseph Pius, Fr. Alessio, and my dear friend Matteo. All three have now gone home to the Lord, but all three seemed to greet me suddenly; hello how've you been, where are the books, Jeanette? (The books, of course, that I've been writing, in between many of life's interruptions!) I looked down at my friends, suddenly sad, pulled into the moment. It all seemed so very now, as though it were still happening.
This VOICE issue was special, dedicated to Padre Pio's Centenary, and the photos were taken at a conference of those who had lived with Pio. In the photos they are standing at the conference table, before a full auditorium, giving their talks, telling their memories. I could hear them. . .as I so often heard them speaking about Padre Pio while I was in San Giovanni Rotondo. In all the times I've been there, sojourning, researching, even trying to lead a pilgrimage, they were always there, vivid, bustling about, working hard, leading groups around the places of Padre Pio and speaking with the knowledge of those who had lived with him, knew him, loved him. Emanations of Padre Pio came from them as they told us their experiences. Closer to Padre Pio we could not get, and we hung on every word. How I miss them, their warmth, their fun. Oh, those wonderful days.
I remember that Centenary year...I was in San Giovanni Rotondo in September, exactly at the time Mother Teresa arrived for her visit to Padre Pio's tomb. She was to be a principle guest for a youth day held at the same time. A great altar before a spacious countryside had been built for Pope John Paul II's arrival for the Centenary earlier that year, and this is probably where Mother Teresa appeared before the huge gathering. I was planning to attend and Fr. Joseph came by the hotel to pick me up on the way to the event. But I had promised my dear friends, Matteo and his wife Eva, that I would wait with Eva at the hotel while Matteo went with an 'advance' welcoming group, and he would come back for us. Matteo was a 'son' of San Giovanni Rotondo, and had been an altar boy for Padre Pio. He had seen the bleeding hands at Mass so many times and told me that he never in all those times did he smell the blood. Now retired, Matteo had been with the Italian government and was Vice-Consul in many cities, including New York City. He was now a sort of unofficial 'ambassador' of San Giovanni Rotondo, involved in all its events, knowing just about everyone.
Eva's sight was not good and we didn't want to leave her alone, so I stayed with her and Fr. Joseph went on. But Matteo, with his perfect English and skill with people, was drawn into the formalities of the event and was never able to break away and get back to us. The festivities lasted a few hours and night came. Mother Teresa was driven up the Viale Cappuccini to her overnight lodgings. It was the hilly road so many seekers of Padre Pio took over the decades, from the time it was a donkey path until now, a well-paved road with hotels and homes just a foot away on its edge. We, Eva and I and many others, were sitting on the porch of the Gaggiano Hotel in the cool September night, close to the road, when slowly Mother Teresa's car came coasting along. We were all delighted, softly excited. We could see Mother's face within the car, as though a bright spotlight were on it, heavenly light within the darkness of the car. Chiaroscuro. She seemed a Caravaggio or Rembrandt painting. We could see her smile; full, untired, though it should have been, fresh joy upon it as she waved to us. I still see that moment clearly. And so, perhaps it was a better view or memory than sitting in a great venue and seeing her small figure up there on the platform-stage.
And now, let me tell you about Matteo and Eva. Somewhere lying about the house is the tape I have of them telling me this story, but I can't put my hands on it now, so I will relate the bare facts as I remember them. During World War II Matteo fought with the Italian forces in Greece, and was there when the war came to an end, at least in that part of the fighting. Matteo began to make his way home, a long trek, possibly at times on foot. Eva, a lovely, gracious, compassionate Frenchwoman, was staying in San Giovanni Rotondo with Matteo's family, but means of communication were probably non-existent at that time, and Matteo wasn't able to contact her. She hadn't heard from him for a very long time and was deeply worried, and made a vow that she would walk, barefoot, to the next town, San Marco in Lamis, if God brought Matteo safely home. Eva asked Padre Pio, from time to time, if he could tell her anything, but he didn't seem to have any news for her other than to keep praying. Time passed and still no word from Matteo. And then one day, it may have been at confession, Padre Pio said to her, "Prepare a meal for Matteo." Could it be true? If it came from Padre Pio, it must surely be true! He simply said "Prepare a meal for Matteo." Matteo, he said, was on his way home.
It came to pass. Matteo came home a day or so later. And Eva kept her vow. She trekked all the way to San Marco in Lamis without shoes, about 4 or 5 miles along an ancient pilgrimage path; Matteo, who had just finished his own long tiring trek from Greece, still had more traveling to do--he accompanied her all the way, and if I remember correctly, he carried her shoes.
Here is page 41 of The Voice of Padre Pio, No. 11, 1987! All Rights Reserved.
Padre Iasenzaniro, bottom right, has written three wonderful books about his days with Padre Pio, chockful of stories and mystical happenings, available from
-- or your nearest Padre Pio Center.
Matteo...on the veranda of the Gaggiano Hotel. I'm reflected in the
window, taking the picture.
Eva and I on the very same veranda of the
Gaggiano hotel from which we saw the
beatific Mother Teresa.
September 18, 2014
LOOK WHO'S THERE!
By there, I mean Padre Pio's World in San Giovanni Rotondo, Italy. Those who regularly watch the Mass on EWTN will recognize from left to right, Franciscan Missionaries of the Eternal Word, Fr. John Paul Mary, Fr. Dominic and Fr. Joseph Mary, who visited Padre Pio's tomb and the Shrine of Our Lady of Grace. With them is the Editor in Chief of The Voice, Capuchin Franciscan Fr. Mariano, who writes a distinctive editorial every issue. Hi, Fathers!
From The Voice of Padre Pio (May-June, 2014)
September 18, 2014
PLEASE READ THE LETTER BELOW FROM "ALL". I SENT THE FOLLOWING BRIEF EMAIL TO PBS. IF EVERY PRO-LIFER DID SOMETHING SIMILAR. . .
"It boggles the mind that PBS can give MURDER (late term abortion) an airing as a POV, re After Tiller. What PODS took over your minds and replaced them with emotionless alien duplicates? (Invasion of the Body Snatchers, 1956)
Put me down as one who protests heart and soul!"
You can contact PBS at http://www.pbs.org/about/faq/contact-us
July 22, 2014
THE TWO GREAT ANSWERS. . .
I heard a beautiful thing on Msgr. Kieran Harrington's radio show, In the Arena, on Sunday morning, July 13th at 8 o'clock. Monsignor's guests were two converts to Catholicism: Matthew Schmitz, Deputy Editor of First Things, and Christine Emba, Hilton Kramer Fellow at The New Criterion, two online magazines I enjoy. From the "perspective of Catholic culture" the discussion delved into some of the events overwhelming the world today. Later in the program Monsignor, the Vicar of Communications for the Diocese of Brooklyn, New York, asked them about their conversions. He said a lot of people must be asking "what kind of nut would become a Catholic at this time of life in the church?" What made Matthew and Christine become Catholics?
Matthew Schmitz compared his experience to hearing a lot of bad things about a person, and that if you find one bad thing to be a lie, maybe everything else is. Obviously, pursuing the truth led him into the Church.
Christine Emba said that as an outsider it was first beauty and then truth that attracted her. She was "awed and delighted by reverence of the Mass and the Beauty and love for God that you could clearly see. . . What is this beautiful thing. . .why do so many people believe it? Maybe I should look further." Christine, too, obviously began seeking Truth -- the second word of her answer.
I was immediately reminded of one of the great moments of conversion history, after St. Paul. The militant atheist journalist Andre Frossard (d. Feb.2, 1995), was electrifyingly converted in a small chapel in Paris in July, 1935. He described that life-changing moment in his book God Exists: I Have Met Him (alas, a scarce book one cannot find readily).
Here are some excerpts of what happened to Frossard, age 20, on an ordinary day when he and his friend, Willemin, set out by car to dine somewhere in Paris. . .
We stopped, shortly after passing the Ecole Normale Su. . . Willemin got out and suggested that either I come along with him or wait for him for a few minutes in the car. I waited. No doubt he was going to call on someone. I watched him cross the road and push open a little door which stood near to a great iron gate above which I could see the steeple of a chapel. Obviously he was going to pray, perhaps go to confession, certainly engage in one of those activities which take up so much of a Christian’s time. All the more reason for me to stay in the car. It was the eighth of July. The summer was glorious. . . What thoughts crossed my mind? I don’t remember. . . As to my inner life? So far as my conscience was concerned, it was at peace, that is to say I was not suffering from any disturbance, such as people say predispose one to mystical experiences.
. . .I was without any metaphysical problems. . .Together with my socialist friends, I held that the world could be explained by politics plus history, and that metaphysics were the most disappointing of all pastimes. And certainly if I were to have imagined that there was a truth, the priests would have been the last people to whom I would have gone to learn about it and the Church (about which I had heard only in terms of some of her temporal malpractices) would have been quite the last place to which I would have gone to look for it. . .I was very happy in so far as I was aware; the evening promised to be a pleasant one. I waited.
It is now ten minutes past five. In two minutes’ time I shall be a Christian.
A complacent atheist, I suspected nothing when, bored by waiting while Willemin was busy with his devotions, which were keeping him longer than he had expected, I pushed my way past the little gate to have a look at the building into which he had disappeared. . . What I had been able to see of the chapel over the gate was not very prepossessing. . .no rush of artistic emotion had anything to do with what follows.
The inside is no more stimulating than the exterior. . .The nave is divided into three distinct sections. In the first, near the entrance, the faithful pray in semi-darkness. Stained-glass windows, dimmed by neighbouring buildings, let in a little weak light which falls on various statues and there is a side altar covered with bouquets of flowers.
The second section is used by the nuns; their heads covered by black veils, they look like rows of well-behaved birds perched in bays of varnished wood. Later I was to learn that they belong to the order of ‘L’Adoration Réparatrice’ founded after the war of 1870 as a pious reparation for some excesses that took place during the Commune. They are a contemplative order; they have chosen to shut themselves up to give us freedom and to live in obscurity to give us light. . . and for the following two minutes they were those to which I still subscribed -- these women were totally useless.
They were chanting some sort of prayer, two choirs replying to each other from either side of the nave. The chant culminated at regular intervals in the exclamation: gloria patri et filio, et spiritui sancto, after which the two-part chant continued peacefully on its way. I had no idea that it was the psalms that were being sung or that I was attending matins. I was lulled by the swell of the canonical hours.
The end of the chapel was rather brightly lit. The high altar was draped in white and covered with a great many plants and candelabra and a variety of ornaments. Above it hung a large metal cross; at its centre there was a white disc, and three others that were slightly different were fixed to the extremities of the cross. In the interest of art, I had previously visited churches but I had never before seen a host, much less a monstrance with a host in it. I was therefore quite unaware that before me was the Blessed Sacrament below which many candles were burning. The other discs, the complicated gilt ornaments, all contributed to making identification of this distant sun still more difficult.
I didn’t see the point of all this, naturally, since I was not looking for it. Standing by the door, I looked out for my friend, but I was not able to identify him among the kneeling figures. My glance went from the dimness to the light, fell on the congregation, travelled from the faithful to the nuns, and from the nuns to the altar without any thought consciously crossing my mind. Then, for no particular reason, I fixed my eyes on the second candle on the left-hand side of the cross. It was at this moment that, suddenly, the series of extraordinary events was set in motion whose extreme violence was about to dismantle the absurd creature that I had been until that moment and give birth to the dazzled child I had never been. First, were the words: spiritual life. They were not said to me nor did I form them in my mind; it was as though they were being spoken by someone close to me who was seeing something which I had not yet seen.
The last syllable had hardly brushed my conscious mind when an avalanche descended upon me. I am not saying that the heavens opened; they didn’t open -- they were hurled at me, they rose suddenly, flashing silently from the depths of this innocent chapel in which they were mysteriously present.
How can I describe what took place in words which refuse to carry the sense, which indeed do worse, for they threaten to intercept what I have to say and in doing so to relegate my meaning to the land of fancy? Were a painter to be given the gift of seeing colours that are unknown to man what would he use to paint them with?
What can I say to describe that which I apprehended? It was an indestructible crystal, totally transparent, luminous (to such a degree that any further intensity would have destroyed me), with a colour near to blue; a different world, whose brilliance and density made our world seem like the wraith of an unfulfilled dream. What I saw was reality; this was truth and I was seeing it from the dim shore on which I still stood. Now I knew that there is order in the universe and at its beginning, beyond the shining mists, the manifestation of God: a manifestation which is a presence, which is a person, the person whose existence I should have denied a moment ago, the presence of him whom the Christians call Our Father. And I knew that he was gentle, that his gentleness was unparalleled and that his was not the passive quality that is sometimes called by the name of gentleness, but an active shattering gentleness, far outstripping violence, able to smash the hardest stone and to smash something often harder than stone, the human heart.
This surging, overwhelming invasion brought with it a sense of joy comparable to that of a drowning man who is rescued at the last moment, but with this difference, that it was at the moment in which I was being hauled to safety that I became aware of the mud in which, without noticing it, I had till then been stuck; and now I wondered how I had ever been able to breathe and to live in it.
. . . All these impressions which I find it so hard to translate into the deficient language of ideas and images occurred simultaneously and were so telescoped the one into the other that after many years I have not yet been able to digest all they contained. Everything was dominated by the presence, beyond and through the great assembly, of him before whom I had the joy of appearing as a child who had been forgiven and who had woken up to discover that everything is a gift. It was fine outside. I was five years old and the world that once consisted of stone and pitch was now a great garden in which I would be allowed to play for so long as it pleased Heaven to leave me in the land of the living.
[Later] Willemin as he walked beside me seemed to sense something peculiar about my expression and observed me with clinical attention.
‘What’s come over you?’ he enquired.
‘I’m a Catholic.’ And for good measure I added, ‘Roman and Apostolic.’
‘Your eyes are goggling.’
‘God exists. It’s all true.’
‘If you could only see yourself.’
But I couldn’t see myself; I was like an owl who has flown into the midday sun.
God existed; he was here present, revealed and at the same time hidden by the light which, using neither speech nor images, conveyed a knowledge and a love of all things.
I realize that remarks such as these must appear extravagant, but what else am I to say if Christianity is true, if there is a truth, if the truth is a person who does not wish to be unknowable?
Andre Frossard spent the rest of his life passionately proclaiming the beauty and truth of God, of Jesus Christ, Son of God and the only hope of the world, and along the way he became a close friend of John Paul II. He famously said, "Only God exists; everything else is mere hypothesis."
There is so much more one would like to put down here about Andre Frossard, but as he said about the inability of mere words to express his stunning, unbeckoned conversion and the beauty of God, so too, nothing can equal his own words in recounting it. To read the full passage and more about Andre Frossard, go to: http://www.faceup.co.za/Frossard#sthash.TNdKkBiJ.dpuf .
And here are more links for Andre Frossard, as you never can get enough of him! He's on YouTube, as well.
In the Arena can be heard in New York City on WOR Radio 710AM at 8AM on Sunday mornings.
It can be seen on http://netny.tv
at 8PM on Sunday nights (Timewarner 97 and Cablevision 30) and can be viewed around the world on Verizon Fios On Demand, under the NET Catholic Channel.
July 16, 2014
[A small note: I haven't blogged since January. Life inserts itself and sends you other things to do; a series of family illnesses and deaths has occupied me and given me the honor of being something of a caregiver. But I begin again here.]
TIME TO REMEMBER JULY 17, 1794. . .
Time to remember the Blessed Carmelites of Compiegne. Sixteen nuns went to the guillotine on July 17, 1794, two hundred and twenty years ago, rather than deny, reject or forget their Christian Faith. They were cruelly uprooted from their convent in Compiegne, France during the French Revolution and Robespierre's Reign of Terror, and were forbidden the Mass (as all of France was) or to wear their habits or to meet or gather at all, on pain of execution by guillotine. The nuns freely took vows to offer themselves as victims to save France and the Church and to end the Terror, and they would not deny their faith even if it meant their lives. Their meetings were discovered -- a most touching picture of the Sacred Heart was found in their rooms, evidence of their 'fanaticism,' and after a mockery of a trial the sixteen Carmelites were beheaded. Ten days after their beheadings, the Terror ended. Robespierre himself, who invented The Reign of Terror, was beheaded on the eleventh day. A madness had taken over. . . and was quelled.
Just as these nuns were swept from their convents and beliefs, today the freedom of our faith and one of the most basic of our beliefs is being pushed out of our religious intstitutions and organizations. It seems a debatable thing to the world, a small thing that can somehow be negotiated. Talks continue, lawsuits pend. . . It always begins as a seemingly small spatter in the frying pan--until the flames are too much to put out. Think of Padre Pio's words: "The world is catching fire!"
We are big in numbers, we Christians and all other faiths who treasure all life and freedom of religion. Not much is asked of us, really...We have the power to quell the oncoming flames with simply an effort to make ourselves known. To stand up and say something in some way to our leaders. Pray that we should never have to face a greater test.
Scroll down to my original article below, April 29, 2013, to read the whole horrifying madness that gripped France, and yes, the beauty of love and sacrifice that was triumphant.
Pace e bene...
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