M and like to put a link to the Massabielle Grotto in Lourdes, where the Immaculate Conception appeared to Bernadette Soubirous, today is the feast to celebrate the apparition of the Stm First Lady:
When you can not wander in body and soul, these virtual wings to fly light lend you for a moment and let the plants of the Virgin a Hail Mary with such intentions - of people, things - how many can fit in a piece of blue sky with stars.
The pic of Lerma and a cartoon of the Father Coloma
"A ª the Hon. Sr ª D ª N **** N ****
Madam,
Juan Cortegana Yesterday I gave the two photographs that have Your Excellency the goodness to send, and the letter simply so spontaneous that I discovered the joy of his soul, his conscience peace and quiet being enjoyed in the pretty village councils advised by the learned that that gentleman vicar summers there, led by the reverend chaplain led the Court, and strengthened by the deal and friendship of those blessed Mother Bernardas the comfort and help by example and prayers, cookies and alpisteras.
Thank God, Madam, that such a placid gives your spirit and breath infuses so high that overflow from the tip of the pen, and jump up and run over the role in earnest phrases so how are you text of your letter , which in the eyes I have in mind:
' All praise me and tell me that the Lord keeps me great works, and how I feel in me nothing vulgar breath, I beg your reverence to tell me the way they prepared some of these great saints, great founders, for example, has passed to posterity . '
Well, I think, my lady, I'll tell you As you know, and in very clear and simple romance, that tired me ringing in the ears those terrible words: Vae mihi, quia tacui! - Alas, it was silent!.
And do not tell me if that's your excellency the great works for the Lord to guard told him an angel from heaven, doilo I of course, because the aim to go higher, and it will tell the whole answer accurate and timely story of what happened over three centuries has two poor Juanes, if not think much of posterity, that your excellency speaks, no never mind away eternity, not mentioned in your letter. "
What I have written above is not mine, is a fragment, the start of a short work of Father Luis de Coloma sj so famous in his day, so forgotten today. But I, that I have very particular taste, he remembered me and this narrative titled letter clearly, is composed of two parts, this First Letter: Two Juanes, and the other Second Letter: A Titled Great Lord.
Well said about the other day I read the letter superior and neo-founder of Lerma I remembered this text Coloma father. And today, what with the photo of neo-nuns habit blue jeans, another Once I came to head the tract of p. Luis Coloma.
After that beginning, I have transcribed, follows the story of one of the stories of saints' holiness and most extraordinary and bizarre that have happened and I summarize them (sorry for my laziness, that will not let me copy the entire text as is, sorry, you waive me.) In summary, the admirable story is as follows:
preached in Granada in January 1538 in the parish of San Pedro, which is the Sagrario of the Cathedral, the great missionary popular rev. p. Juan de Avila, who ascended to the pulpit of the beautiful church with its verb Granada inflamed taken from all those present of the virtues, merits and holy boldness of the brave and gallant martyr St. Sebastian, a soldier of Christ and your witness with blood and damage to his body, exposed to the passion of bloody torment and arrows which were shot at. Such was the eloquence pious Master Avila and the emotion aroused in his hearers, bookseller poor itinerant vendor prints and printed leaflets, left the temple, shouting, confessing their sins aloft, crying and beating their mercy chest, with such effect that the children who were in the square in front of the church were behind him running around and coreándole: "The crazy, crazy!" . Total, was that the next day, after he spent the night wandering the cold streets of Grenada, two good Lord have mercy on the poor bookseller and was picked up in the corner of a square, where he lay stretched out, and took him to the house he was staying p. Juan de Avila, who gave him a place among the many penitents who had to confess and deal, and had snatched the poor bookseller a long talk, and then fired him. But just to set foot on the threshold of the street, the bookseller turned to cries and voices, both seemed crazier than the day before, and ran through the streets, and even took off his clothes and was half-naked, while asking for mercy and forgiveness for their sins. And so it went until some of the city marshals seized him and took him prisoner to the Royal Hospital, where he put in a cage in the courtyard of the mad insane. He spent several months as well, and that gave him five thousand lashes in their lean meat, a beating every day, treated like a lunatic to which it was to remove the sticks dementia, according to medical usage time. And so until one day he received a letter from the Master Juan de Avila with this short notice: - "Stop the opinion of feigned madness to keep humility. Should now bear to understand that you are good, and not lar discrediting virtues that God put in your soul as well so you can stay at Montilla, to where I am on the way. "
Coloma's narrative continues to enjoy the early days Granada, back, of that strange penitent who was none other than that a day would be known and revered as St. John of God, the monk who lit the charity hospital more admirable in the heart of Granada, and the priest who advised him and spiritual director would also be canonized and revered as San Juan de Ávila, patron saint of English secular clergy, a counselor holy doctor of that radiant genuine Golden Age in which Spain won with a solid basis of his saints in the vain grandeur of their weapons and their successes. The Spain of that time. For
continuous with the end of the story of p. Coloma, writing and copying at the beginning:
"And this would end, Madam, providing consultation and be satisfied and fulfilled my request, if I believed ought to thank very reverence for the beautiful photographs that has done me the honor to send me with such kindness on your part as my own strangeness. The idea of \u200b\u200bportraying religious dress your excellency is, indeed, a pilgrim, and devoted so famous and I have to wonder and wonder is not that recommended at the same San Juan de Dios his wise master Juan de Ávila as propaganda mystique. Because the truth is that the picture ... the figure of your excellency, still slender, kneeling at the feet of Christ devotee, and even the undulating folds of the tail of the habit, exquisite aesthetic sense your excellency chose not among the nuns bobtail, but between the long tail of nuns, cry and scream and Shout the spirit of humility and contempt of the world that has inspired artistic composition and half made the most calculated to indicate the degree of preparation to excellence has already received orders from heaven . ... ... ... ... Madrid, January 23, 1897. No server AFFM his humble chaplain.
Luis Coloma SJ
you Remove the romantic slow lap-pathy ironic that the p. Coloma puts the letter, impersonating the most excellent of yore by the neo-Lerma nuns, and understand the impression, that made me recall the letter of Sister Veronica in her day and now all gathered pic of smoking portrayed on canvas denim; compared in resemblance to the text I transcribed p. Coloma, I mean.
it known that it is just that, nothing more. I just put imagination and commented on the facts, facts that are already written and photographed.
funny shocking because the thing starts well, with letter declamatory style 'do good and we are unique and authentic' Fotito and here we are, so we go, these are, here we go.
U ne of the most consistent and significant features of juanpablo is immoderate enthusiasm and a pan-semper-holiday irrepressible optimism. The state of perpetual jubilee of those years seemed long pontificate of JPII: Each year was the Jubilee for something, every year they are honoring someone, it was the year of anything and there were four beatification / canonization per month, every Sunday. That pace needs a constant supply of material (consumable, I've been writing about.) Candidates concerning the glory (and not by Bernini), the candidate list is exhausted to the martyrs of wars, founders and (mostly) founding congregations of the XIX-XX (decrepit most of these, almost without strength or troops to serve in the XXI). They are all safe-as, pian piano, and we must find new canonized because production can not stop. Sorry for this impression, as juanpablo, that can not be stopped, must continue, more and more and more.
And so, I do not mind, has left the occurrence of beatification (start the process) Maritain and his wife, Dear Sirs. I confess, I acknowledge that I have not particularly sympathetic to Maritain, significant Catholic convert very significant, in that "French style" so powerful in the cultural, as well publicized by the French world, not only knows how to promote your fashion but are experts in taking the exclusive and the podium.
said he does not profess a particular fondness Maritain. It brings an echo, a taste, to intellectual pre-Vatican 2 º PhD installed at Vatican 2 and oracles consulted during and after Vatican 2 º. Too identified with the before, during and after falling for my taste. I do not know I mean if I do not know if I understand.
of a saint, holy see (are appreciated) that previously said "odor of sanctity" that feature subtle and very popular while appreciated, to varying degrees, the finest and everyone that border the saint in question. And he died and smelled the said saint, more or less property, but with implicit and explicit recognition in the consciousness of witnesses and bystanders the impression, that a saint had died and left a trail of scent, seep holiness. So
died and left his scent Msr. Jacques and Mme. Raissa? So were known and recognized? I mean, I mean, at the time, in time for the intimate, frequent and occasional neighbors who treated them.
juanpablo The canonization been achieved, more or less, that the application to the beatification canonization has become a kind of grateful and admiring recognition available to everyone, at least as accomplished without scandals and a pair of flowers , nice anecdotes of domestic virtues, passim collected and provided by the managers of the cause of the accused. And some more.
In fact, figure, personality, extraordinary and exceptional Santo has been diluted in water and current insipidus common light product, say, if I may use the vulgar expression (under the circumstances).
Lord says: "You are the salt of the earth, you are the light of the world" . The question - tell me - how much salinity is tasty and quality must be taken, how much light must be pristine and look hot in order to be salt and light models and intercessors to reach us we can be ourselves brighter and more salty. Or is it worth all, with any degree of salt and light, that we consider in Rome and we ride on an altar, and we light candles? Are we all delicious roasted and salted peanuts, all in the same cone? Are we all lit candles marked the same quality, same wick, same name, same light? Do all we can, all we are worth, with a minimum of salt, with a minimum lux?
Dear brethren, the juanpablo says yes. Honestly, my kind, I think and not argue. I was not angry or disenchanted me. I do not mean the Saints to be - we will have! (Deo Volente) - Gloria in Santa, but I speak of these saints who claim the earth, which are touted to be beatified and canonized, as the very respectable and dignified marriage of Maritain.
Not long ago I wrote something similar about a similar case, when I heard that had applied the beatification Chesterton (Chesterton and if I get extremely well, and I firmly believe is, ebullient and exuberant blissfully, in Heaven, of course). But a Holy Ghost is one thing and a juanpablo beatified, as you can see another.
fit this common denominator in many, marriage Maritain, yes, et pourquoi pas?, Probably, and Chesterton and - why not! - Unamuno, and Bernanos, and Paul Claudel, and Don José M ª Pemán, and Father Coloma, and Fernán Caballero ... And I stop and do not meddle in the Golden Age because it would leave a power vacuum Parnassus of poets put Glory.
But what about that? Ps
a doubt, that I forgot: Who could have been, specifically, the witty original devotee of Maritain?? Or will a rock, a circle, a club, a cultural association or a coffee-gathering behind the initiative?? Pps
Another thing you will have seen the neo-con modosita nerd-looking deflowered PPER without talking on the youtube. Or chosen in a contest of absurdities might have found a type more characteristic. Then, if we take jokes, complain, but sometimes we make free satire to enjoy our enemies, ready to bombard us with it, wrapped in cellophane and satin ribbon. PPP
Just when I started to write this, have written an anonymous comment on the previous articulete I write about it here, so shocking.
