Dominus Illuminatio Mea

"...the gaze of the Church is constantly turned to her Lord, present in the Sacrament of the Altar, in which she discovers the FULL manifestantion of His boundless love." Ecclesia de Eucharistia

Sunday, October 16, 2005

I'm now on xanga posting little daily whatnots. I'll update here occasionally. God bless and Mary protect!

Saturday, September 17, 2005

Here is a site with more information about the dangerous little friar, including extensive photodocumentation. There are some pictures of Dachau (the site of his death) and the Carmelite chapel where we assisted at Holy Mass. Make sure to read the story behind the statue of the Madonna in the chapel.
Prior to our arrival in Cologne, our pilgrimage group made a visit to the concentration camp at Dachau on the vigil of the Assumption and the Feastday of St. Maximillian Kolbe. Built on the camp property is a Carmelite monastery founded for the purpose of making reparation for past attrocities. We learned while Fr. Jonathan that the camp was the main site for the imprisonment of Catholic priests...I can't remember now how many thousands of Shepherds passed through those gates inscribed with the words, "work shall set you free." It occured to me while we were there that those words were entirely true for the imprisoned priests in a way that their captors could not have imagined. The priests were participating in the final "work" of Christ...His suffering.
Today I discovered a Carmelite Blessed whose story is relatively unknown. Fr. Titus was called by his captors, "that dangerous little friar" and was a very vocal critic of the nazi government. He didn't seek martyrdom, but was imprisoned and was subject to experimentation and died by lethal injection. He suffered with joy.

BEFORE A PICTURE OF JESUS IN MY CELL

A new awareness of Thy love
Encompasses my heart:
Sweet Jesus, I in Thee and Thou
In me shall never part.

No grief shall fall my way but I
Shall see Thy grief-filled eyes;
The lonely way that Thou once walked
Has made me sorrow-wise.

All trouble is a white-lit joy
That lights my darkest day;
Thy love has turned to brightest light
This night-like way.

If I have Thee alone,
The hours will bless
With still, cold hands of love
My utter loneliness.

Stay with me, Jesus, only stay;
I shall not fear
If, reaching out my hand,
I feel Thee near.

Father Titus Brandsma, O.Carm.

Sunday, September 11, 2005

I haven't posted in quite awhile, though I do have a lot to say about WYD. I'm interrupting my silence, however, to tell anyone who may still be reading that my brother is going to be received into the CHURCH!!! He called yesterday from college to tell us that he is officially beginning RCIA and to invite us to the Easter Vigil! I cried. lol. I don't cry easily, but I was so overjoyed.
"Dear young people, the happiness you are seeking, the happiness you have a right to enjoy has a name and a face: it is Jesus of Nazareth, hidden in the Eucharist." These were the words of the Holy Father to us at the Vigil, and this is what I feel my brother has at last discovered. My brother and I are very close, and without going into detail, I can say he has suffered a great deal...now he is drawing near to the fount of everlasting love! Praised be Jesus Christ, hidden in the Eucharist, now and FOREVER!!!

Wednesday, August 24, 2005

A dear friend of mine began feeling ill the day before the Vigil and got progressively worse the following days. She has a whole myriad of food allergies, so I figured the food we were eating triggered her illness. I just got an email, however, telling us that she was admitted to the hospital upon our return home for a ruptured apendix and abscesses. Unbelievable. Thanks be to God she made it home! PLEASE pray for her. She will be in the hospital for one week.

Tuesday, August 23, 2005

To all of you I appeal: Open wide your hearts to God! Let yourselves be surprised by Christ! Let him have "the right of free speech" during these days! Open the doors of your freedom to his merciful love! Share your joys and pains with Christ, and let him enlighten your minds with his light and touch your hearts with his grace. In these days blessed with sharing and joy, may you have a liberating experience of the Church as the place where God’s merciful love reaches out to all people. In the Church and through the Church you will meet Christ, who is waiting for you.

I am home again, and will begin posting journal entries from the pilgrimage later this week. THANK YOU for your prayers. It was a truly awing experience of the Universal Church and the love of Christ through His Vicar.

Thursday, August 11, 2005

It's 12:30 in the morning on the day we will depart for World Youth Day, Cologne. Time for me to stop worrying and hit the sack, but before I do, I would ask your prayers for the Holy Father, the pilgrims, the catechists, the confessors, and the good people of Cologne as they prepare for a youth invasion!

Monday, August 08, 2005

I've nicknamed my youngest nephew GKC, because the little one is not quite so little due to the glories of breast-feeding, and has developed some wonderfully Chestertonian jowls. hehe. Anyway, in his honor...

Babies
by G.K. Chesterton

(from the essay "In Defence of Baby Worship" from THE DEFENDANT. 1903.)

The two facts which attract almost every normal person to children are, first, that they are very serious, and secondly, that they are in consequence very happy. . .

The most unfathomable schools and sages have never attained to the gravity which dwells in the eyes of a baby of three months old. It is the gravity of astonishment at the universe, and astonishment at the universe is not mysticism, but a transcendent common sense. The fascination of children lies in this: that with each of them all things are remade, and the universe is put again upon its trial. As we walk the streets and see below us those delightful bulbous heads, three times too big for the body, which mark these human mushrooms, we ought always to remember that within every one of these heads there is a new universe, as new as it was on the seventh day of creation. In ech of those orbs there is a new system of stars, new grass, new cities, a new sea.

. . . If we could see the stars as a child sees them, we should need no other apocalypse. . . We may scale the heavens and find new stars innumerable, but there is still the new star we have not found - [the one] on which we were born. But the influence of children goes further than its first trifling effort of remaking heaven and earth. It forces us actually to remodel our conduct in accordance with this revloutionary theory of the marvellousness of all things. We do actually treat talking in children as marvellous, walking in children as marvellous, common intelligence in children as marvellous. . . [and] that attitude towards children is right. It is our attitude towards grown up people that is wrong. . .

Our attitude towards children consists in a condescending indulgence, overlying an unfathomable respect; [we reverence, love, fear and forgive them.] We bow to grown people, take off our hats to them, refrain from contradicting them flatly, but we do not appreciate them properly. . . If we treated all grown-up persons with precisely that dark affection and dazed respect with which we treat [the limitations of an infant, accepting their blunders, delighted at all their faltering attempts, marveling at their small accomplishments], we should be in a far more wise and tolerant temper. . .

The essential rectitude of our view of children lies in the fact that we feel them and their ways to be supernatural while, for some mysterious reason, we do not feel oursleves or our own ways to be supernatural. The very smallness of children makes it possible to regard them as marvels; we seem to be dealing with a new race, only to been through a microscope. I doubt if anyone of any tenderness or imagination can see the hand of a child and not be a little frightened of it. It is awful to think of the essential human energy moving so tiny a thing; it is like imagining that human nature could live in the wing of a butterfly or the leaf of a tree. When we look upon lives so human and yet so small. . . we feel the same kind of obligation to these creatures that [God] might feel. . .

But [it is] the humorous look of children [that] is perhaps the most endearing of all the bonds that hold the cosmos together. . . [They] give us the most perfect hint of the humor that awaits us in the kingdom of heaven.

http://www.chesterton.org/gkc/essayist/babies.htm