As I was writing this blog post, I heard the shocking news that Notre Dame Basilica in Paris was burning. News reports rightly spoke of the tragic loss of historical treasures, not least the Basilica herself. But even more tragic is the loss of faith in that part of the world. God is calling, louder and louder it seems, and it is always the same call: “Come back to me, my children. Are you weary? Let me sustain you with a word…”
Isaiah 50:4 The Lord
God has given me the tongue of a teacher, that I may know how to sustain the
weary with a word.
Jesus, the Word, knows well our weariness, the weariness
that today oppresses us and threatens to crush our spirit.
Think of his weariness in the Garden of Gethsemane. As the
weight of the sins of billions of souls crushed him to the point of sweating
blood, the word that sustained Jesus
in the garden was the one he spoke to the Father in his agony, “Not my will but
yours be done.” The word was fiat. At that moment angels came and waited on him to sustain him, for it
was not the end of his suffering. That fiat
called down the graces he would need to complete his mission.
Indeed, Jesus is a Redeemer who knows our weariness—but infinitely magnified. In his weariness, or perhaps because of it, he went on to embrace the cross and resolutely climb the hill to Calvary bearing in mind the glory that would be his—and ours—if only he would complete his mission. Fiat. His weariness of body and spirit ended with death, but his rising from the dead gave new life and glorious hope to all. He took his weariness to the tomb and left it imprinted on his burial shroud for all to see.
Mary, the Blessed Mother, whom Jesus bequeathed to us, and us to her from the cross, also endured unimaginable sorrow and crushing weariness. When they met face-to-face on the Via Dolorosa, what pain must have been in their eyes. Yet, what love and trust. Wordlessly their hearts beat as one, fiat, fiat, fiat… Here as in every moment of her existence, her will remained chained to the Throne of God.
There is astonishing power in that little word, fiat. It can sustain us in our weariness as it did for Jesus and Mary, but more than that it can propel us forward with new strength, fortitude, courage, and hope. Like a cosmic explosion, it is a word which, united to the divine fiat, dramatically transforms people and changes the trajectory of world events.
The cosmic importance of this little word is expanded upon in great detail in the Lord’s teachings on the Divine Will in the writings of Luisa Piccarreta. In the Easter Vigil Mass we recall how God’s fiat, “Let there be…” set all creation in motion. On Good Friday we hear Jesus re-echo his fiat of redemption in the Garden of Gethsemane, the Word he initially uttered in heaven when the plan of redemption was conceived, first in the Divine Will and then after her fiat, in the womb of the Virgin Mary.
It is almost inconceivable that our salvation hinged on one little word uttered by a humble Hebrew Maiden. Throughout her existence, that word was as constant in her as the beating of her heart, even in the unimaginable agony of her own Calvary.
She is a model of abject trust in the glorious power of God.
At our Parish Lenten Mission the priest reminded us that none of the prophecies
made at the Presentation of Jesus had been fulfilled by the time he was
crucified. No salvation, no light for the Gentiles, no glory for God’s people
Israel. Yet, even in the face of that, she trusted. Her heart never ceased to
beat out the rhythm, fiat, fiat, fiat…
At the Annunciation, just before she proclaimed the fiat that changed everything, the Angel
Gabriel called greeted by her title, “Full of Grace”. Let us then beg her, by virtue
of her continuous fiat to obtain from
her Son every grace we need in our weariness, that we may navigate in trust the
thick darkness that surrounds us, as we wait in joyful hope for the glorious
dawn which has been promised.
Jesus is himself the Word who sustains us in our weariness, and the word he gives us is a word that we can utter in any circumstance: “Fiat.”Sometimes it is the only word that makes sense. I think of the few Christian souls remaining in the Holy Land, Bethlehem in particular. When the security perimeter (now a wall) went up in 2002, they were crushed in spirit for a time. But today, even though their situation is still dire, and they remain weary, they are not crushed. Their hope is alive because Jesus Christ is alive.
God is on the march dear friends. It may not look promising
at this point, but neither did the crucifixion. He will not lose the battle
that now rages for souls, and in the end his triumph will be more glorious than
we can imagine.
We have now entered the Garden with Jesus. The passion is
upon us. Let us not flee for fear of the wolves. Whatever our weariness, even
if we feel crushed in spirit, if we but link ourselves to Christ in his passion,
we may anticipate with great joy and hope a glorious day of triumph. Let our fiat be one with his and his Mother’s as
we place our unshakable trust in God’s Holy Will, as they did.
Our Lady of Fatima: “In the end, my Immaculate Heart will
Heavenly Father, may Your kingdom come, and Your will be
done on earth as in heaven.
A very powerful prayer for Holy Week is the 24 Hours of the Passion, as given to Luisa Piccarreta, which has an imprimatur. Praying it in its entirety is ideal, but if that is not possible, consider meditating on part of it on Holy Thursday and Good Friday. God will touch you, guaranteed.
“Now as (Saul) was going along and approaching Damascus, suddenly a light
from heaven flashed around him. He fell to the ground and heard a voice saying
to him, ‘Saul, Saul, why do you persecute me?’ He asked, ‘Who are you, Lord?’
The reply came, ‘I am Jesus, whom you are persecuting.” (Acts
Bethlehem haunts me
past March, I was blessed to be part of a pilgrimage to the Holy Land. I had
heard about the pilgrimage from a friend last fall. At the time I was just
getting ready to leave for Medjugorje and was not thinking about another
pilgrimage so soon. Still, I felt drawn to it, even though I only knew one
person on the pilgrimage and the point of departure was on the other side of
the country. I decided to wait until after Christmas to see if there were still
spots available. There were. I prayed for a confirmation that I was to go, and
I received three. In faith I booked my ticket.
It turned out to have been
just the pilgrimage God wanted for me, focused on prayer and Scripture, but
also with an emphasis on the “living stones” of the Holy Land, particularly on
the current situation of the Christians who live there, both in Israel and
As our group of 37 pilgrims,
including two priests, followed with awe the hallowed footsteps of Jesus
through Nazareth, Galilee, Jericho, Jerusalem, Bethlehem, and points in
between, we prayerfully pondered the Scripture passages that were set in the
places we visited, Nazareth, the River Jordan, Cana, the Sea of Galilee,
Capernaum where Jesus called the fishermen, Mount Tabor, the mount of the
Transfiguration, Tabgha where the loaves and fishes were multiplied and where
Jesus asked Peter three times, “Do you love me,” and many other places. Halfway
through the pilgrimage we “set our faces toward Jerusalem”. We celebrated daily
Mass in stunning surroundings and were often brought to tears. The rosary came
alive in our hands, and since returning, there is a new dimension to the Mass
readings. I hope to expand on this in future, but first I feel compelled to
tell you why, since coming home, Bethlehem haunts me.
As we traveled, our tour guide informed us of some of the extreme challenges faced by Christians and other Palestinians in the Holy Land. The States of Israel and Palestine have a population of some 10 million people of which the Christian population has dropped to less than 2%, some 180,000 souls. It is a delicate, extremely complex and utterly confusing arrangement, this tenuous co-habitation of the three main Abrahamic religions, along with various other people from around the world, including migrant workers. I am not qualified to explain or make sense of any of it, but I can tell you what I saw with my own eyes and why Bethlehem still haunts me.
The Shock of arriving in Bethlehem
The last five nights of our
pilgrimage we stayed in Bethlehem, the holy city where Jesus was born. It is
just a few miles from Jerusalem and would be our home base. Along with the
other pilgrims on our trip, I was shocked and devastated to learn that Bethlehem
is a walled city. It is completely enclosed by a security wall 25
feet high, equipped with security cameras and with watchtowers manned by
Israeli armed guards. Everyone, including pilgrims, enters and leaves Bethlehem
through manned checkpoints.
With the initial shock still fresh in our minds, we spent our first day in Bethlehem, visiting holy sites, and celebrating a stunning “Christmas” Mass in a shepherd’s cave. Even though the liturgical calendar told us it was Lent, every day in Bethlehem is Christmas we were told. But as a pilgrim to modern-day Bethlehem I could not help but be deeply disturbed at the current situation of Palestinians, both Christian and Muslim, who live there.
Most of us pilgrims had not
been aware that Bethlehem has had a security perimeter since 2002. On Easter
Monday of 2002, the Israelis invaded and occupied all the cities of the West
Bank, including Bethlehem. Not long afterwards, a security fence went up around
Bethlehem, which later became a wall encircling the entire city of over 14,000
Palestinian residents, mostly Muslim and Christian. (Other walled cities
include Jericho and Ramallah and of course Gaza, but my story is about
Bethlehem where we spent five nights.)
The checkpoints through which one passes to get in and out of Bethlehem are heavily manned. Israelis are forbidden to enter by law, and Palestinians need special permission to leave, permission which is rarely granted to anyone whose birthplace is listed as Bethlehem. The walled enclosure has been called an open-air prison, and that is not an exaggeration. I suppose that Jesus himself would not be allowed to leave had he been born in June 2002 or later.
The official unemployment
rate in Bethlehem is 29%, the highest rate in Palestine. But that figure likely
does not include those no longer looking for work because it’s pointless, or
those who are underemployed which is pretty much everyone. The jobs in that
city are few, mostly tourism-based, and never full-time. The unofficial
estimate is 80% unemployment within the walls of Bethlehem. Those “fortunate”
few who are given permission to work outside of Bethlehem are strip-searched at
the checkpoint leaving and returning. It can take an hour for them to get
through the checkpoint at each end of the day.
I have since read that
Bethlehem was originally built on an aquifer that is still one of the main
sources of water in Israel. It is deeply ironic that since the Israeli
occupation, citizens of Bethlehem are forbidden to dig deeper than 4 feet down,
and are forced to truck in water at high prices. Not only are they not provided
with water, but neither with electricity. Our tour guide told us that you can
tell Palestinian housing all over the Holy Land by the solar panels and water
tanks on the roofs. By contrast, Israelis have all the water and electricity
It is the people, the living
stones of the Holy Land that haunt me, that cry out for justice. We visited an
orphanage, a secondary school, and talked to many local people who asked for
prayers and implored us also to “tell people” about their dire situation. We
found everyone in Bethlehem to be very friendly and open, even though their situation
is tragic. The Israeli narrative is that they are dangerous, and it is
dangerous to stay in Bethlehem. We found the opposite to be true.
Palestinian Muslims and
Christians do live outside the walled cities, but even they are not supplied
with water or electricity and must have cisterns and solar panels installed on
their houses if they are lucky enough to be able to afford it. High-paying jobs
are routinely denied to Palestinians, and they are never allowed a supervisory
role over Israeli workers.
In addition, Israeli
settlements encroach daily farther into Palestinian territory. Israeli
settlements are communities of apartment units inhabited by Israeli citizens
(often from other countries), built predominantly on Palestinian land. There
are roughly 100,000 settlers living in the units that surround Bethlehem alone.
The Shepherd’s Field itself, having existed on the outskirts of Bethlehem for
the past 2000 years, is now being swallowed up by Israeli settlements. It is as
if a big hungry giant is devouring Palestinian land and there is nothing they
can do about it. Often Palestinians are evicted from their homes and even
schools to make way for the settlements. Everything in the giant’s path is
Israelis believe they have an ancestral right to the lands they are occupying in the Palestinian territory. As we all know, the situation is enormously complex, but even if you believe this to be true, does that allow for denying entire populations access to water, electricity and freedom of movement? Does that allow for evicting Palestinian people from their homes so that settlements can be built?
For my part, I am haunted by
the persecution being endured by the living stones of the Holy Land. The
hallowed memory of my pilgrimage is overshadowed by it and every time I open my
mouth to tell people about my pilgrimage, what comes out is the story of how
Jesus is still being persecuted today in the people of Bethlehem and other
areas of the Holy Land. Our pilgrimage guide deliberately included contact with
the living stones of the Holy Land, particularly in Bethlehem, and provided
opportunities speak to them and offer what little moral and material support we
could. This included staying in Bethlehem for five nights at the splendid Jacir
Palace Hotel, which has had to shut down several times over the years for lack
of pilgrim traffic. We became aware of what it meant to them to have us there.
They were so gracious and kind. It was very humbling.
Our first contact with the living stones was as we traveled from Galilee to Jerusalem. Our tour guide had arranged for us to meet with a group of Muslim Bedouins whose nomadic lifestyle is no longer possible as their territory has been overtaken by Israeli settlements. They now live with their animals in small communities of tin shacks eking out whatever existence they can with their small herds, selling trinkets where possible. They live in extreme poverty. We brought them lightly used shoes and clothing and were humbled by their ardent gratitude. Shoes are very important to nomads, and they wear out quickly in the rocky hills. I thought of the shoes in my closet that are never worn because of a pinch here or there. Those people would be happy for them.
Our next contact with living
stones was a visit to a Catholic secondary school in Bethlehem. The school
welcomes all Palestinian students, no matter their faith background. The
Catholic school provides a quality education for the children who live within
the walls. They work towards peace, harmony and respect for all. Unfortunately,
the Palestinian children are unlikely to be able to fulfill their career dreams
as they may never be allowed to exit the walls of Bethlehem.
Bethlehem does have an
excellent university, however (https://www.bethlehem.edu). One person we encountered attended the university
and got permission to finish her college education in Jerusalem. However, once
she obtained her degree, she was not given permission to find work outside of
Bethlehem, and has been unemployed ever since. Her husband is fortunate to have
a job, but many educated people live there in poverty or are seriously
We arrived at the school on
a Friday, a traditional day off for the students and staff as it is a holy day
of worship for Muslims. Sunday is also a day off as it is a Christian holy day,
but Saturday is not a day off, so the weekend is split. No matter, since they
are not allowed to go away for the weekend but must remain inside the walls
even then. The students and staff were joyful and came in on their day off to
talk to us. The young student I spoke to had aspirations of becoming an
electrical engineer like his father and starting his own business. I did not
ask if his father was currently working. He spoke with pride and I prayed for
his dreams to be fulfilled. He also talked about the possibility of going to Europe
on exchange, which he may indeed get permission to do. The danger is that
students who get a taste of the outside world often make plans to leave
permanently. I couldn’t help but think that might be the reason they get
permission to go, so they won’t come back.
The school staff then
offered us refreshments, and the students (including some girls) played a game
of basketball in the outdoor courtyard for our enjoyment. I was impressed by
the students’ resilience and joy, but I am haunted by them. I am free. They are
Later that day, we had a
visit from the priest who is with the Secretariat for Christian Educational Institutions
for all of Israel and Palestine. He spoke about how they are working for love
and peace in the Holy Land by welcoming and serving others in their schools and
in their lives, that they do not just coexist as Christians and Muslims, but
that they live together as community, as neighbours, and as friends. He asked
us to go home and be witnesses, to encourage people to come here to see for
themselves. He thanked us for coming to see the living stones of Bethlehem.
In his work, he travels all
over the region to the schools, including in Gaza, which is the poorest area of
Palestine. There is a great deal of damage from Israeli artillery there, but
the Israelis do not allow building materials in and no outside food. It is a
desperate situation and they are little able to help themselves. In other
walled off areas of Palestine, they have access to outside food and building
materials, but they are very expensive. When the priest was asked about their
needs, he asked for prayer, donations if possible, and that we would make known
the situation among those we can reach.
Since coming home, whenever
I have spoken to people about my pilgrimage and the situation in Bethlehem, I
am met with shock. How is it that this has been their situation since 2002 and
we have not heard about it? I am haunted by that as well.
The tiniest living stones we
met were the children at an orphanage in Bethlehem run by an order of Sisters.
We brought gently-used clothing, supplies, candy—and bubbles! We spent an hour
visiting with the children and blowing bubbles. The Sisters were grateful, the
children were happy, and we were deeply moved by the experience. Some of the
children had been left there by parents who could not afford to keep them.
Again, the injustice of it haunted me.
While hope for the future is
hardly possible for any of them, the spirit of the people is not crushed. They hope
for and rely on pilgrim traffic to sustain them. We purchased what we could
from vendors in Bethlehem, knowing it was likely their only source of income.
In one shop, one of the young brothers who ran it asked one of our group
members to keep an eye on the place while he went to get his older brother for
a price check! Within the walls there is a high degree of trust. Not the
narrative you get from the other side of the wall.
One ray of hope, dare I say a moment of pride as a lay Franciscan, was when I learned of the importance of the Franciscans in the Holy Land.
Franciscans have been there
since 1217, the time of St. Francis, when they created in the order the “Province
of the Holy Land”. They have been in the Holy Land in one form or another since
then. Since 1342 they have been known under the title “Custody of the Holy
Land”. They currently occupy Saint Savior Monastery in Jerusalem. Their primary
responsibility is safeguarding Christian holy places and making sure the
spiritual value of these places is preserved. They welcome pilgrims and
maintain the shrines, basilicas, and churches in the Holy Land.
We had a presentation from
one of the Franciscans in Jerusalem and he told us what a delicate diplomatic
balancing act it is to have so many religions and even various Christian sects
as actors in the preservation of the holy places. Very often at meetings,
nothing gets decided, so nothing gets done. Changes come slowly if at all. He
mentioned that in the Church of the Holy Sepulchre a ladder is brought out each
Lent and placed where it was once used to light candles—right in the path of
pilgrims entering and leaving the building. It is no longer needed because
electricity was installed a long time ago. However, the ladder comes out every
Ash Wednesday anyway and must be gone around by the thousands entering and
leaving. Apparently, there are more important things to talk about at meetings
than useless ladders!
Given the Franciscans’ long
service, and their knowledge of the inner workings of the Holy Land machinery,
we owe them a great debt of gratitude, and an abundance of prayers for their
continued presence. God is working miracles through them that we will never
What can be done?
I grieve for Bethlehem. I
have had difficulty writing and talking about my pilgrimage to the Holy Land
because when I open my mouth to speak, my words are haunted by the living
stones. They are crying out for justice and I feel called to give them a voice.
I have also been haunted by the words addressed to
Saul of Tarsus in the Acts excerpt at the beginning of this article: “Why do
you persecute me?” “Who are you, Lord?” “I am Jesus, whom you are persecuting.”
May God intercede with the same blinding miracle of conversion for those who
are persecuting the living stones of the Holy Land.
If you too are haunted by
the plight of our brothers and sisters in the Holy Land, there are ways to help.
First of all, pray and offer sacrifices and especially the Mass for them. The
Holy Land is bleeding Christians, now down to 2% of the population. If the
situation does not change, what will keep the few remaining Christians there?
Would you stay if you were in their situation? Please pray for those who are
sacrificing so much to keep the Christian presence alive in the Holy Land.
Second, educate yourself and
others, and write to your federal representative urging them to ensure that the
basic human rights of Palestinian citizens are respected and protected.
Third, donate to the Good
Friday collection in support of the Holy Land, either through the parish or at https://www.custodia.org/en. The Catholic Near East Welfare Association www.cnewa.org also has
projects that include support for foreign workers in Israel and the poor in
Palestine. You can also support students directly through the University of
Above all, if you can, pay a
visit to the living stones of the Holy Land to support and encourage them, to
let them know they are not forgotten in the world. Join or arrange a church
pilgrimage, but try to use Christian agencies. And don’t be afraid to stay in
Bethlehem. The birthplace of Jesus is full of beautiful souls. They will do
everything in their power to serve you joyfully. Their hospitality is limited
only by the limitations they are under. Dare to enter into their passion as
Simon of Cyrene did for Jesus.
Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, we
pray for the Holy Land, for peace that comes from hearts filled with love, for justice
that flows from the heart of God, and for strength and courage for those who
are bearing the cross of injustice.
St. Paul, pray with us, that
the peace of Christ, beyond all understanding will fill the hearts of all.
Titus 2:11-14 For the grace of God has
appeared, bringing salvation to all, training us to renounce impiety and
worldly passions, and in the present age to live lives that are
self-controlled, upright, and godly, while we wait for the blessed hope and the
manifestation of the glory of our great God and Saviour, Jesus Christ. He it is
who gave himself for us that he might redeem us from all iniquity and purify
for himself a people of his own who are zealous for good deeds.
Grace. God’s gratuitous gift to humanity. Ever undeserved, often
un-requested, sometimes unappreciated, but always worth pondering. The
Catechism tells us:
“Grace is a participation in the life of God. It introduces us into the intimacy of Trinitarian life: by Baptism the Christian participates in the grace of Christ, the Head of his Body. As an “adopted son” he can henceforth call God “Father,” in union with the only Son. He receives the life of the Spirit who breathes charity into him and who forms the Church.
“This vocation to eternal life is supernatural. It depends entirely on God’s gratuitous initiative, for he alone can reveal and give himself. It surpasses the power of human intellect and will, as that of every other creature.
(CCC #1997, 1998)
I write this reflection on the feast day of Mary, Mother of God, whom the
angel Gabriel hailed as “Full of Grace”. We know that every word spoken by an
angel comes directly from God, and each word has weight of its own. “Full of
Grace”. These three simple words, applied to this simple peasant girl,
enraptured all of heaven.
little invisible word, “of”, defined as expressing the relationship between a
scale or measure and a value. What was the measure? Full. What was the value?
is full? When something is full, there is no room in it for anything else. Mary
had emptied herself of all that was not God, and so made room in her humble
heart for all that God wanted to give her, which was everything, including his
own Beloved Son. How empty must she have been to make room for the infinite God
to dwell in her. What humility! No spec of a space left where her own will
reigned, but her Fiat! was
unconditional and unlimited. Therefore, the grace she received was
unconditional and unlimited. Full measure given, full value received. What can
we learn from this as penitents in the world?
salvation history could not proceed without the cooperation of a humble soul—Mary—so
too are we called in our own time to cooperate with grace for the salvation of
souls. If we take this seriously—and we must—our own wills must be tied, like
hers, to the foot of the cross. Our fiat
like hers must be unconditional and unlimited. For us this is impossible, but
for God all things are possible.
As members of the Brothers and Sisters of Penance, the Rule we follow is itself a great grace that helps us to die to self, one desire at a time. The longer we live the rule, the more we empty ourselves, and the more we desire to. This too is grace. Our Lord would not call us to this self-emptying if the world were not in such dire need of the grace that he wishes to pour on it through us, whether we see it or not.
the principle grace, as St. Paul tells us in the above scripture passage, is
Our Lord, Jesus Christ himself, “who
gave himself for us that he might redeem us from all iniquity and purify for
himself a people of his own who are zealous for good deeds.”
the time of new beginnings. The world calls them resolutions, but I like the
way St. Francis put it. St. Bonaventure tells us that towards the end of his
life St. Francis would tell the other friars: “Let us begin again, brothers,
for up until now, we have done little or nothing.”
too, begin anew to empty ourselves, that we may be conduits of as much grace as
God desires to pour into the world through us.
New Year to you and yours in Our Lord, Jesus Christ and his most Immaculate
Mother. St. Francis and St. Clare, pray for us!
I took many prayer requests to Medjugorje with me, some for my intentions, and some for others. All BSP members and blog readers and their intentions were included in my list. In addition to prayers for conversions, my list also included prayers for the repose of the souls of my husband and my dad. It was providential that we would be in Medjugorje for the Feasts of All Saints and All Souls and for the octave of indulgences the Church makes available for the souls in purgatory from November 1-8. With my family members in mind, I gave all my prayers to Mary to distribute in the best way possible. One of conditions for the indulgence is to visit a cemetery each day you wish to gain it. I was able for seven of those eight days to visit the cemetery near St. James Church, where Fr. Slavko is buried. He was the priest who, initially a skeptic, became a believer and supporter of the visionaries and the message of Medjugorje.
The “Five Stones”
There have been countless messages attributed to Our Lady of Medjugorje, Queen of Peace. She has given the world through these visionaries a peace plan in what have come to be known as the “five stones”, the weapons that will defeat the evil one. Thesis in reference to the five stones David used to slay Goliath. They are: 1) Prayer with the heart, especially the rosary; 2) Eucharist/Mass/Adoration; 3) Scripture reading; 4) Fasting; 5) Monthly confession (at least). I was amazed to see how the locals have embraced the messages. The rosary is prayed in the church every evening and the evening Mass was overflowing the whole time we were there.
Adoration, we were told repeatedly, is the heart of Medjugorje for both locals and pilgrims. Mary is there, pointing to her Son as she always does. The adoration chapel is open every afternoon, and evening adoration is held a couple of times per week. On the Saturday night we were there, Adoration was held from 9:00 to 10:00 pm. We estimated that there were 5- 6,000 people there from all over the world—just another Saturday night in Medjugorje!
The villagers also embrace fasting, which Our Lady has asked to be done on Wednesdays and Fridays. She has said that the best fast is on bread and water. The local bakery gives away free bread on those days, and the restaurants too. Confession is also important to the villagers. In fact there is a “Croatian only” set of confessionals reserved for the local residents so that they don’t have to wait in line with the pilgrims. It is a small concession, given the unimaginable sacrifice involved in being a popular pilgrimage destination.
In the early days Our Lady chastised the residents for not taking seriously the messages. She needed them to take them to heart so that they could minister to the many pilgrims who would be coming. For the most part they heeded her request. Although there may be people who are taking advantage of certain opportunities, I saw many generous souls serving Our Lady in many ways.
It was so edifying to see, every day, numerous priests concelebrating the various Masses. These are priest who are living Our Lady’s messages, tending their flocks, and hastening the Triumph of the Immaculate Heart. In Mirjana Soldo’s new autobiography, called, “My Heart Will Triumph”, she says:
I wish I could divulge more about what will happen in the future, but I can say one thing about how the priesthood relates to the secrets. We have this time that we are living in now, and we have the time of the triumph of Our Lady’s heart. Between these two times we have a bridge, and that bridge is our priests. Our Lady continually asks us to pray for our shepherds, as she calls them, because the bridge needs to be strong enough for all of us to cross it to the time of the triumph. In her message of October 2, 2010, she said, “Only alongside our shepherds will my heart triumph.”
Soldo,Mirjana My Heart Will Triumph CatholicShop Publishing 2016 p. 325
Yet another urgent reason to pray for our shepherds!
One of the priests we had the privilege to hear was Fr. Leon Pereira, originally of Sri Lanka, but now chaplain of the English-speaking pilgrims and priests at Medjugorje. He is a gifted speaker and has a true calling to that holy place. In his talk, he said that Our Lady once showed him how much she loves us; it is as if each person in the world is her only child, echoing what Our Lady has told the visionaries: “If you knew how much I love you, you’d cry for joy.” His powerful testimony is available at: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QUwVvuPr87Q&t=34s.
Another dramatic testimony is the conversion story of Patrick Latta, who was once a very wealthy car dealership owner in Vancouver. He was wealthy, but his life was a mess—until Mary intervened. After his amazing conversion, Patrick and his wife Nancy eventually sold everything in order to serve Our Lady. They built a castle in Medjugorje from which they serve the local poor and provide food and lodging to priests, seminarians and other pilgrims. Patrick’s compelling testimony is available here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EOSpKcttFhA .
The fruit of hope
For my part, one thing I found to be very deeply moving was to pray and worship with so many pilgrims and priests from around the world, each one praying in their own language. Truly, the language of the Spirit was reversing the division of Babel. It was encouraging to see so many priests there, as well as countless young people, all responding to Mary’s call. It gave me great hope for the future of the Church.
In Medjugorje, I felt a foreshadowing of the Triumph of the Immaculate Heart of Mary. A true reflection of Advent, Our Lady is giving us a time of grace heralding the day when Jesus will be born into the lowly manger of our hearts in a new way so that the great longing of God’s heart will be fulfilled at last. Then, we shall be his people and he shall be our God*. Maranatha! Amen.
(*To read a collection of bible verses that tell of God’s great longing click here.)
While the Church has not yet officially ruled on the Medjugorje apparitions that have been allegedly taking place since 1981, it has recognized the fruits of increased faith, conversion, confession and vocations that flow from it. In February this year, Pope Francis appointed Henryk Hoser, retired Archbishop of Warsaw-Praga, as pastoral envoy to Medjugorje. Archbishop Hoser has told Poland’s KAI Catholic news agency that “from a pastoral point of view, there is a very positive result. […] My mission was not to make a judgement on Medjugorje, but to evaluate whether the pastoral ministry was proper and consistent with the doctrine and teaching of the Church, and effective and well-organized. I concluded that this is the case.” He has also said that the biggest phenomenon in Medjugorge is confession. The commission established by Pope Benedict XVI to study the alleged apparitions of Mary at Medjugorje, reportedly voted overwhelmingly to recognise as supernatural the first seven appearances of Mary in 1981. As the alleged apparitions are ongoing, the Vatican cannot make a definitive ruling on them. With that in mind, I wish to share with you some of the blessings and fruits of my pilgrimage there this past fall. To avoid being cumbersome, I have not used the word “alleged” in the following article.
In “the world”, penitents are a rare commodity. In Medjugorje, you can’t trip over a rock without falling on one. So, I felt right at home when I was recently a pilgrim there from October 29 to November 8. I had felt called to go there for over 30 years, ever since first hearing about it. If Our Lady is coming all the way from heaven, I thought, the least I can do is meet her partway! But life circumstances seemed never to allow it and I sometimes wondered if I would ever get there. The decades passed, and beyond all hopes and expectations, Our Lady continued to grace the world with her presence in that holy place. I continued to hope and pray that I might get there before the apparitions ceased altogether.
This year brought a deluge of changes for me. I tell people that God did not just turn a page, He closed a book. As you may recall my husband passed away in May and my father in August. Amid those changes I moved to a new city to be near family and to finally be a “close-by grandma”. In addition, there were other changes and challenges as well. After my husband passed, since I really needed to be near family, I rented a place in my new city before my existing house was sold. The housing market was very low, but in my heart I knew I had to go and that I had to trust. I told Our Lady that if my house sold I would try to go to Medjugorje in the fall. Our Lady works fast! The day the movers came to get my belongings was the day I got an offer on my house that led to a sale. The timing was undeniably Our Lady’s. Once that hurdle was passed, going to Medjugorje finally seemed within reach. Our Lady even arranged that a group was leaving from my new city on October 29. Praise God!
There was one complication—due to some foot and hip problems, I could barely walk on level ground in the weeks leading up to the trip. I wondered how I going to make it through the airports, let alone climb Apparition Hill or Cross Mountain. I told my friends and family, Our Lady has made the other arrangements so I’m going! If she wants me to climb Apparition Hill, she’s going to have to carry me. If not, my penance will be to stand at the bottom and pray while watching the others go up. Fiat!
The day of the trip arrived and I set out in the wee hours for the airport. To my surprise, I made it through all the airports without assistance, albeit with persistent pain in my foot and hip. Fiat! After about 24 hours of travel time, our group of 19 Canadian pilgrims arrived at our “pansion” or inn, in Medjugorje. My first hint that Our Lady was not going to go easy on me was that my room was on the third floor, 36 stairs up. Fiat! The innkeeper himself grabbed my bags, hauled them up effortlessly, then disappeared. Thank you, Mama, for that grace!
The rooms were simple, comfortable but not luxurious, perfect for a pilgrim-penitent. Mine had a great view of the chickens and sheep in the yard below, and at night I could see the lighted cross on the top of Cross Mountain. Praise God!
Our first full day there, I was kind of hoping for a day of subdued activity, but at breakfast our pilgrimage leaders informed us that since the weather was going to be favorable, we were going to climb Apparition Hill that afternoon. Apparition Hill is, I learned, the “easier” of the two climbs, as Cross Mountain is three times higher. Fiat! The able-bodied group members would hike to the hill, but those of us who needed to conserve our strength and pseudo-agility would take a cab to the base of the hill. We would all meet and pray the joyful mysteries together on the way up at the stations provided, with reflections by Fr. Joseph Jacobson, who was our spiritual guide for the pilgrimage. Coming down would be at each our own speed, and hopefully in a controlled manner as the climb was very rocky.
I was shocked at the terrain when I first laid eyes on it! It was as if God had dumped from on high a huge load of boulders with just enough mud to hold them in place. Many of the rocks were sharp, and flat bits were scarce. The climb, I found, was a metaphor for the struggles of life—you can never plan past the next step, and if you think about how hard the journey is going to be, you will give up before you even begin. Sometimes, even what you thought was the right step turns out all wrong. Just. Keep. Going. After all, how did Christ make it up the hill to Calvary? One step at a time.
Our Lady chose to appear in this place, first of all because of the steadfast faith of the villagers, which had held firm through centuries of persecution. As for the terrain, besides the penitential component, Our Lady has told the visionaries she wants pilgrims to see the stones as representing the stony hearts of those who need our prayers and sacrifices.
Our Lady has said that the veil between heaven and earth is very thin at Medjugorje and I believe it! With my physical limitations in mind, you will understand when I say that it was no small thing to find myself, an hour and a half after starting, at the goal of our climb, the statue of Mary which marks the spot where she first appeared to the visionaries in 1981. The Queen of Peace, rewarded my efforts with gifts of hope, comfort, and peace. I was overcome with emotion in that holy place, and still am when I think of it. Our Lady carried me up for sure! It was so humbling to be up there, and I am so grateful!
After that beautiful mountain-top experience I, of course, still had to get down, and the down is even harder than the up! My previously underused muscles were already protesting the uphill climb. Now, a further hour and half down? I picked up my trusty walking stick and started out. Our Lady had further pity on me and sent two angels to help me. A couple of gentlemen from our pilgrim group walked with me to keep me safe, scouting the best path, and guiding each step, extending their hands when I needed it. Truly they were the embodiment of our guardian angels, who also are there as scouts, guides, and a hand to hold, whether we feel it or not.
Despite their efforts, near the end, one of my feet got wedged in a rock with the other foot wedged behind it. I was going down! Because of my walking stick it was a slow fall sideways. I landed—where else—on a rock, next to a thorny bush, which also left its mark. Without my angels I would have had a very hard time getting out of that predicament. I must have landed on my real angel because aside from a 7-inch bruise on my thigh, and a small thorn prick, I suffered no real injuries. When I mentioned my bruise to one of the locals she said, “In Medjugorje, we call those ‘kisses from heaven’.” Upon reflection I can see that Our Lady gave me a very small taste of Calvary—one fall and a small thorn. Yes, it was indeed a kiss from heaven! Fiat! Thank you, Mama!
There is much to ponder in such a climb. I’m sure everyone comes back with their own message or messages. I felt Our Lady was telling me (and all of us) to persevere in our prayers and sacrifices. The evil one wants to discourage us, but our Mother wants us to know that our prayers and sacrifices are bearing abundant fruit. She is always with us as our Mother, strengthening all her dear children for the mission entrusted to us—which often feels like a gruelling climb we are not in shape for. With her at our side, we have nothing to fear. Then what is left for us but to say, Fiat! as we put one foot in front of the other until she calls us home.
Hebrews 7:26-27 For it was fitting that we should have such a high priest, holy, blameless, undefiled, separated from sinners, and exalted above the heavens. Unlike the other high priests, he has no need to offer sacrifices day after day, first for his own sins, and then for those of the people; this he did once for all when he offered himself.
Colossians 1:24 I am now rejoicing in my sufferings for your sake, and in my flesh I am completing what is lacking in Christ’s afflictions for the sake of his body, that is, the church.
The two scripture passages above—both written by St. Paul—on the surface seem contradictory. Most protestant denominations gloss over the second and don’t really have a theology of suffering. But the Catholic understanding of almost everything in the deposit of faith is not that these two passages are contradictory, but rather that both are true and must be understood together.
Ephesians 6:12 “For our struggle is not against enemies of blood and flesh, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the cosmic powers of this present darkness, against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly places.”
In the army, everyone has a duty to fulfill. Some are strategists, some are foot-soldiers, some are mechanics, some are medics, some are support staff. All are important. All are needed. This is the time to discern carefully where we are called to serve in the spiritual battle that is escalating all around us. We don’t have to do it all, but we are, each of us, made for these times and entrusted with a unique mission and the grace needed to fulfill it.
Certainly in this battle against “principalities and powers” penance is needed more than ever. Our Lady has told us so herself in every modern apparition, how urgently it is needed. As a reader of this blog, it is safe to assume that you too feel called in some way to answer Our Lady’s call to do spiritual battle through penance.
“Then Jesus said to the crowds and to his disciples, ‘The scribes and the Pharisees sit on Moses’ seat; therefore, do whatever they teach you and follow it; but do not do as they do, for they do not practise what they teach. They tie up heavy burdens, hard to bear, and lay them on the shoulders of others; but they themselves are unwilling to lift a finger to move them.’” (Matthew 23:1-4)
Do you notice how much more you have to pay for torn blue jeans these days? What used to be seen as a sign of abject poverty is now elevated to a status symbol, a fashion statement. I think this can be seen as a metaphor for the spiritual poverty of our age, a sign of the times. It seems many are no longer ashamed of their spiritual poverty, but wear their spiritual dysfunction as a status symbol, a fashion statement. Their spirit may be in tatters, but they’re too cool to care.
Therefore be imitators of God, as beloved children, and live in love, as Christ loved us and gave himself up for us, a fragrant offering and sacrifice to God. (Ephesians 5:1-2)
We all have crosses. And indeed, as Franciscan penitents, we are exhorted to take the words of Christ to heart and live them, “If any want to become my followers, let them deny themselves and take up their cross and follow me.” (Mt. 16:24) Knowing that this is our call and living it, however, are two different matters. How often, when a cross is given to us, do we turn our faces, pray for deliverance, tell the Lord, “Not this cross, Lord. It is much too heavy for me! I will carry a cross, just not this one.” How fickle and frail we are! I was struggling last week with a cross of my own when I felt led to pick up the writings of Luisa Piccarreta. Here is what I read:
Philippians 2:9-11 God greatly exalted him and bestowed on him the namethat is above every name, that at the name of Jesus every knee should bend, of those in heaven and on earth and under the earth, and every tongue confess that Jesus Christ is Lord, to the glory of God the Father.
In her Fatima apparitions, Our Lady told the little visionaries: “In the end, my Immaculate Heart will triumph.” This was to follow a great chastisement in the world, including wars, sufferings, martyrdom. Our Lady also asked for the consecration of Russia to her Immaculate Heart. There is an ongoing debate as to whether or not the requested consecration of Russia was done to Our Lady’s satisfaction. I personally try not to get drawn into such debates, feeling the issue is best left with the Holy Father and the Bishops. For my part, I have to examine whether or not I have done my part in fulfilling Our Lady’s Fatima requests.