January 31 -- today's saints and blessedsgreenspun.com : LUSENET : Catholic : One Thread
On January 31, we members of the Catholic Church family honor, in a special way, the following friends of God -- "saints" and "blesseds" whose souls are now in heaven:
St. John Bosco of Becchi [Giovanni Melchiore (John Melchior)] [often called "Don Bosco"] (Italian, priest, teacher of boys, founder of Society of Salesians, founder of the Daughters of Mary Help of Christians, died at age 72 in 1888 [beatified 1929, canonized 1934])
St. Adamnan of Coldingham (Irish, Benedictine monk, c. 680 [beatified 1898])
St. Aidan of Connaught (Irish, bishop of Ferns, miracle worker, died at about age 81 in 632)
St. Athanasius of Catania (Sicilian, Basilian monk in Greece, bishop of Modon, c. 885)
St. Bobinus of Aquitaine (French, Benedictine monk, bishop of Troyes, c. 766)
Sts. Cyrus and John of Alexandria (Egyptian, physicians, tortured and martyred by beheading c. 303)
St. Eusebius of Saint Gall (Irish, Benedictine monk in Switzerland, hermit, martyred by a farmer's scythe in 884)
St. Francis Xavier Bianchi of Arpino [Francesco Saverio] (Italian, Barnabite priest, college president, miracle worker, died at age 71 in 1815 [beatified 1893, canonized 1951])
St. Geminian of Modena (Italian, bishop, d. 348)
Bl. John Angelus of Venice [Giovanni] (Italian, Benedictine monk, c. 1050)
St. Julius of Novara (Italian, priest, c. 390)
Bl. Louis Talamoni of Monza [Luigi] (Italian, diocesan priest, founded Congregation of the Merciful Sisters of St. Gerard [Misericordines], died at age 77 in 1926 [beatified 2004])
Bl. Louise Albertoni of Rome [Luisa] (Italian, mother of three, widow, Franciscan tertiary, died at about age 59 in 1533 [beatified 1671])
St. Madoes (Scottish?)
St. Marcella of Rome (Italian, noblewoman, widow, disciple of St. Jerome, died at about age 85 in 410)
St. Martin Manuel of Auranca (Portuguese, priest, martyred by Moslems in Spain in 1156)
Bl. Mary Christine Caroline Josephine Cajetana Elisa of Cagliari [Maria Cristina Carolina Giuseppina Gaetana Elisa] (Sardinian/Austrian, renowned for virtues, married king of the Two Sicilies, died at age 23 [just after childbirth] in 1836 [beatified 1872])
St. Metranus of Alexandria (Egyptian, martyred c. 250)
St. Nicetas of Kiev (Ukrainian, monk, bishop of Novgorod, d. 1107)
Bl. Paula Gambara-Costa of Brescia [Paola] (Italian, married woman, Franciscan tertiary, died at age 51 in 1515 [beatified 1845])
Sts. Saturninus, Thyrsus, and Victor, of Alexandria (Egyptian, martyred c. 250)
Sts. Tarcisius, Zoticus, Cyriacus, and companions, of Alexandria (Egyptian, early martyrs)
St. Tryphaena of Cyzicus (from Asia Minor [now called Turkey], married woman, tortured and martyred [gored by savage bull])
St. Ulphia of Amiens (French, hermitess, nun, d. 995?)
If you have anything to share about these holy people, please reply now -- biographical episodes, prayers through their intercession, the fact that one is your patron -- whatever moves you. If you are interested in one of these saints or blesseds and want to find out more about him/her, please ask. Additional information is sometimes available on the Internet.
All you holy men and women, saints of God, pray for us.
God bless you.
-- J. F. Gecik ("firstname.lastname@example.org), January 31, 2005
[From St. John Bosco to his youthful companions:]
"Fly from bad companions as from the bite of a poisonous snake. If you keep good companions, I can assure you that you will one day rejoice with the blessed in Heaven; whereas if you keep with those who are bad, you will become bad yourself, and you will be in danger of losing your soul."
"Enjoy yourself as much as you like -- if only you keep from sin."
"Do you want our Lord to give you many graces? Visit him often. Do you want him to give you few graces? Visit him seldom. Visits to the Blessed Sacrament are powerful and indispensable means of overcoming the attacks of the devil. Make frequent visits to Jesus in the Blessed Sacrament and the devil will be powerless against you."
[From St. John Bosco to his fellow Salesians:]
"See that no one finds you motivated by impetuosity or willfulness. It is difficult to keep calm when administering punishment, but this must be done if we are to keep ourselves from showing off our authority or spilling out our anger. Let us regard those boys over whom we have some authority as our own sons. Let us place ourselves in their service. Let us be ashamed to assume an attitude of superiority. Let us not rule over them except for the purpose of serving them better. This was the method that Jesus used with the apostles. He put up with their ignorance and roughness and even their infidelity. He treated sinners with a kindness and affection that caused some to be shocked, others to be scandalized and still others to hope for God's mercy. And so he bade us to be gentle and humble of heart."
-- ("email@example.com), January 31, 2005.
From Dreams of Don Bosco:
Tonight I should give you the strenna. Every year around Christmas I regularly beg God to suggest a strenna that may benefit you all. In view of your increased number, I doubled my prayers this year. The last day of the year (Wednesday) came and went, and so did Thursday and Friday, but nothing came to me. On Friday night, January 2, I went to bed exhausted, but could not fall asleep. The next morning I arose from bed worn out and almost half dead, but I did not feel upset over it. Rather, I was elated, knowing from past experience that a very bad night is usually a forewarning that Our Lord is about to reveal something to me. That day I went on with my work at Borgo Cornalese; the next day, by early evening, I arrived back here. After hearing Confessions, I went to bed. Tired from my work at Borgo and from not sleeping the night before, I soon dozed off. Now began the dream which will give you your strenna.
The Enormous Elephant
My dear boys, I dreamed that it was a feast day afternoon and that you were all busy playing, while I was in my room with professor Thomas Vallauri (a contemporary lexicographer, prominent literary man and dear friend of Don Bosco) discussing literature and religion. Suddenly, there was a knock at my door. I rose quickly and opened it. My mother - dead now for six years - was standing there. Breathlessly, she gasped, "Come and see! Come and see!"
"What happened?" I asked.
"Come! Come!" she replied.
I dashed to the balcony. Down in the playground, surrounded by a crowd of boys, stood an enormous elephant.
"How did this happen?" I exclaimed. "Let's go down!"
Professor Vallauri and I looked at each other in surprise and alarm and then raced downstairs. As was only natural, many of you had run to the elephant. It seemed meek and tame. Playfully it lumbered about, nuzzling the boys with its trunk and cleverly obeying their orders, as though it had been born and raised at the Oratory. Very many of you kept following it about and petting it, but not all. In fact, most of you were scared and fled from it to safety. Finally, you hid in the church. I too tried to get in through the side door which opens into the playground, but as I passed Our Lady's statue beside the drinking fountain and touched the hem of her mantle for protection, she raised her right arm. Vallauri did likewise on the other side of the statue, and the Virgin raised her left arm. I was amazed, not knowing what to think of such an extraordinary thing.
The Enemy of the Holy Eucharist
When the bell rang for church service, you all trooped in. I followed and saw the elephant standing at the rear by the main entrance. After Vespers and the sermon, I went to the altar, assisted by Fr. Alasonatti and Fr. Savio, to give Benediction. At the solemn moment when you all deeply bowed to adore the Blessed Sacrament, the elephant - still standing at the end of the middle aisle - knelt down too, but with its back to the altar.
Once services were over, I tried to dash out to the playground and see what would happen, but I was detained by someone. A while later, I went out through the side door which opens into the porticoes and saw you at your usual games. The elephant too had come out of the church and had idled over to the second playground where the new wing is under construction. Mark this well, because this is precisely the place where the grisly scene I am going to describe occurred.
At that moment, at the far end of the playground, I saw a banner followed processionally by boys. It bore in huge letters the inscription “Sancta Maria, succurre miseris! Holy Mary, help your forlorn children!” To everybody's surprise, that monstrous beast, once so tame, suddenly ran amuck. Trumpeting furiously, it lunged forward, seized the nearest boys with its trunk, hurled them into the air or flung them to the ground and then trampled them underfoot. Though horribly mauled, the victims were still alive. Everybody ran for dear life. Screams and shouts and pleas for help rose from the wounded. Worse - would you believe it? - some boys who were spared by the elephant, rather than aid their wounded companions, joined the monstrous brute to find new victims.
Under Her Mantle As all this was happening (I was standing by the second arch of the porticle, near the drinking fountain), the little statue that you see there (the statue of the Blessed Virgin) became alive and grew to life-size. Then, as Our Lady raised her arms, her mantle spread open to display magnificently embroidered inscriptions. Unbelievably, it stretched far and wide to shelter all those who gathered beneath it. The best boys were the first to run to it for safety. Seeing that many were in no hurry to run to her, Our Lady called aloud, “Venite ad me omnes! Come all to me!” Her call was heeded, and as the crowd of boys under the mantle increased, so did the mantle spread wider. However, a few youngsters kept running about and were wounded before they could reach safety. Flushed and breathless, the Blessed Virgin continued to plead, but fewer and fewer were the boys who ran to her. The elephant, meanwhile, continued its slaughter, aided by several lads who dashed about, wielding one sword or two and preventing their companions from running to Mary. The elephant never even touched these helpers.
Meanwhile, prompted by the Blessed Virgin, some boys left the safety of her mantle in quick sorties to rescue some victims. No sooner did the wounded get beneath Our Lady's mantle than they were instantly cured. Again and again several of those brave boys, armed with cudgels; went out and, risking their lives, shielded the victims from the elephant and its accomplices until nearly ,all were rescued.
The playground was now deserted, except for a few youngsters lying about almost dead. At one end by the portico, a crowd of boys stood safe under the Virgin's mantle. At the other stood the elephant with some ten or twelve lads who had helped it wreak such havoc and who still insolently brandished swords.
Suddenly rearing up on its hind legs, the elephant changed into a horrible, long-horned specter and cast a black net over its wretched accomplices. Then, as the beast roared, a thick cloud of smoke enveloped them, and the earth suddenly gaped beneath them and swallowed them up.
Promises and Maxims
I looked for my mother and professor Vallauri to speak to them, but I could not spot them anywhere. Then I turned to look at the inscriptions on Mary's mantle and noticed that several were actual quotations or adaptations of Scriptural texts. I read a few of them:
Qui elucidant me vitam aeternam habebunt - They that explain me, shall have life everlasting. (Eccles. 24:31).
Qui me invenerit, inveniet vitam - He who finds me, will find life. (Prov. 8:35).
Si quis est parvulus, veniat ad me - Whoever is a little one, let him come to me. (Prow 9:4).
Refugium peccatorum - Refuge of sinners.
Salus credentium - Salvation of believers.
Plena omnis pietatis, mansuetudinis et misericordiae - Full of piety, meekness and mercy.
Beati qui custodiunt vias meas - Blessed are they that keep my ways. (Prow 8:32).
Avoid Foul Talk All was quiet now. After a brief silence, the Virgin, seemingly exhausted by so much pleading, soothingly comforted and heartened the boys and, quoting the inscription I had inscribed at the base of the niche, “Qui elucidant me, vitam aeternam habebunt”, she went on:
“You heeded my call and were spared the slaughter wrought by the devil on your companions. Do you want to know what caused their ruin? Sunt colloquia prava: Foul talk and foul deeds. You also saw your companions wielding swords. They are those who seek your eternal damnation by enticing you from me, just as they did with some schoolmates of yours.
But “quos Deus diutius exspectat durius damnat - those for whom God keeps waiting longer, He punishes more severely.” The infernal demon enmeshed and dragged them to eternal perdition. Now, go in peace, but remember my words: Flee from companions who befriend Satan, avoid foul conversation, have boundless trust in me. My mantle will always be your safe refuge.”
Our Lady then vanished; only her beloved statuette remained. My deceased mother reappeared. Again the banner with the inscription, Sancta Maria, succurre miseris, was unfurled. Marching processionally behind, the boys sang “Laudate Maria, O lingue fideli - Praise Mary, O ye faithful tongues.” Shortly afterwards, the singing waned and the whole scene faded away. I awoke in a sweat. Such was my dream.
My sons, now it is up to you to draw your own strenna. Examine your conscience. You will know if you were safe under Mary's mantle, or if the elephant flung you into the air, or if you were wielding a sword. I can only repeat what the Virgin said: “Venite ad me omnes - "Come all to me”. Turn to her; call on her in any danger. I can assure you that your prayers will be heard. Those who were so badly mauled by the elephant are to learn to avoid foul talk and bad companions; those who strive to entice their companions from Mary must either change their ways or leave the house immediately. If anyone wants to know the role he played, let him come to my room and I will tell him. But I repeat: Satan's accomplices must either mend their ways or go! Good night!
-- jake (firstname.lastname@example.org), January 31, 2005.