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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


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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.

curious and striking way to start.

Nothing more, nothing more.


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