Tuesday, January 17, 2012

The Apparitions of the Blessed Virgin Mary at Pontmain, France


Today is the 141st anniversary of the apparition of Mary to six children in the small village of Pontmain, France. The miraculous happening is as follows. (Sadly, with time constraints, I had to rely on a website for the information).


On January 17, 1871, Paris was besieged—two-thirds of the country was in the power of the Germans. The battle of Le Mans had laid Mayenne and Brittany open to the invaders. In this time of direst trouble, prayer was rising from different parts of France as from one heart and from one voice, most earnestly near that spot where the invader’s next attack was expected. This spot was Laval, chief town of Mayenne. Then it was that Pontmain, a hamlet of some five hundred inhabitants, was to become for ever memorable, because of the heavenly favor vouchsaved that night. Even its geographical position on the borderland between Brittany and Mayenne was to assume historical importance. Seen by the light of the celestial drama about to be enacted above it, it was to appear as a sentinel guarding Brittany. One of the children, Joseph Barbadette, to whom the vision was vouchsafed on this night, afterwards became a priest of the Congregation of the Oblates of Mary Immaculate and described the apparition as follows: "In the air, seven or eight metres above Augustin Guidecoq’s house, I saw a woman of extraordinary beauty. She appeared to be young—about eighteen or twenty years of age—and tall of stature. She was clad in a garment of deep blue. When we were told to describe exactly the shade of this blue, we could only do so by comparing it to balls of indigo such as laundresses use for rinsing linen. Her dress was covered with gold stars, pentagonal in form, all of the same size, and brilliant, but without emitting rays. They were not very numerous, and seemed to be scattered over the blue without regard to method. The blue garment was ample, showing certain strongly marked folds, and without girdle or compression of any kind from neck to the feet. The sleeves were ample and long, falling over the hands. On the feet, which the dress left uncovered, were chaussons of the same blue as the dress, and ornamented with gold bows. On the head was a black veil half covering the forehead, concealing the hair and ears, and falling over the shoulders. Above this was a gold crown resembling a diadem, higher in front than elsewhere, and widening out at the sides. A red line, from five to six millimetres wide, encircled the crown at about the middle. The hands were small and extended toward us as in the ‘miraculous medal,’ but without emitting rays. The face was slightly oval. To the freshness of youth was added the most exquisite delicacy of feature and of tint, the complexion being pale rather than otherwise. Smiles of ineffable sweetness played about the mouth. The eyes, of unutterable tenderness, were fixed on us. I give up further attempting to describe the beautiful figure of her who looked down upon us and smiled. Like a true mother, she seemed happier in looking at us than we in contemplating her." The four children were Joseph Barbedette and his brother Eugene, Francoise Richer, and Jeanne-Marie Lebosse. Augustine Mouton, a third little girl, saw nothing. The little boys had been in the barn with their father breaking up furze for the cattle. "Pray, my children; God will soon answer your prayers," was the message of the Blessed Virgin, conveyed in words of gold on a band of glowing white light. On the evening of the ever-memorable January 17, 1871, the commander of the Prussian forces, having taken up his quarters at the archepiscopal palace of Le Mans, said to Mgr. Fillion, bishop of that diocese: "By this time my troops are at Laval." On the same evening, however, the Prussian troops in sight of Laval stopped at half-past five o’clock, about the time when the apparition first appeared above Pontmain, a few miles off. General Schmidt is reported to have said on the morning of the 18th: "We can not go farther. Yonder, in the direction of Brittany, there is an invisible Madonna barring the way." This sudden and inexplicable stopping of the German forces in sight of Laval, and their equally inexplicable retirement the following morning, meant, together with the saving of Brittany, the turning back of the tide of conquering soldiery from that part of France. The war was practically at an end. Twelve days later the armistice was signed at Versailles. After that the devotion to the Blessed Virgin under the title of that of Notre Dame d’Esperance de Pontmain, Our Lady of Hope of Pontmain, was authorized by the ecclesiastical authorities, and the confraternity of that name has been extended all over the world. Signal favors, both spiritual and temporal, have been granted by heaven through it. What message, indeed, can be more consoling to hearts in the midst of hardship and tribulation everywhere, than the tender promise of the Blessed Mother, "Pray, my children; God will soon answer your prayers"?

Sunday, January 15, 2012

My Mary Story

Since I was a young boy, I've had a STRONG devotion to the Blessed Mother, and I can thank my earthly mother for that. I can still remember sitting in my mom's lap and listening to stories about Jesus Christ, who died for my sins, and His great and holy Mother, Mary. We used to be friends with a nun who lived in a convent here in Grand Rapids. I can remember that upon entering the house, there was a life-size statue of Mary with her arms extended. Each time I saw her, I would run up to her and embrace her. As time went on and I grew, my love for Mary grew stronger and stronger. I learned all of the familiar prayers every Catholic knows, I went to Mass every Sunday with my family, and I prayed with my family before meals. My interest in Mary bloomed when I was eight years old. One night, after going out to dinner, my mom started to tell me the story of Our Lady of Guadalupe in the car. She told me how Mary left a portrait of herself on the cloak of an Indian and how everyone in Mexico loved her. I asked my mom if she could get me a picture of her, and sure enough, a few days later, my mom took me to the local religious store and bought me a few holy cards with images of Our Lady of Guadalupe on them. I treasured them. I felt as if Mary was with me when I carried them with me. To this day, I still have the well-worn cards. My interest and devotion to Mary did not end there, though. To my family, Mary was just another statue placed on the piano in our living room. To me, Mary was a mysterious woman, lovely in all aspects. I HAD to know about her. I had let Christ into my heart, so why not let her in, also? I would check out books from the library and surf the web to find information on Mary. I would get looked down upon by many people around me. People would criticize me, saying, "You're not old enough to read a book like that; what are you trying to get attention or something?" or "Your fake devotion to her will disappear after a while, so you might as well stop now." I did not let such negative talk get to me. When I entered fifth grade, I knew every major apparition of the Blessed Mother here on earth, I knew the dates of the apparitions by heart, the names of the people who saw her, etc. My friends around that time realized that I was a little different than everyone else. While other students would be reading books like "Holes" or "Where the Red Fern Grows" during silent reading, I would be buried in a book on Mary. My homeroom teacher, a devout non-denominational Christian, frowned upon it, but did not force me to stop. By this time, I learned how to talk to Mary as I would speak to my own mother. I knew that as my Mother in heaven, she listened to me when I needed something and would be with me when I was in desperate need of guidance. My devotion and love to her was strong until I was a junior in high school. I have been very close to my only grandmother since I was a child. She and I would spend a lot of time together and a lot of that time was spent talking about Catholicism, Jesus, Mary, the Saints, etc. She seemed to be doing great until that year. She developed dementia and suffered greatly from it. She eventually lost all of her memory, even forgetting who I was. I had prayed numerous times for her and prayed countless rosaries for her, relying on Mary for help. It didn't seem to help at all. So, one night, I begged Mary to take care of my grandma and commended her to Her care. One night, a short while later, I went to sleep. I had a mysterious 'dream' that I will never forget. I was sitting in my backyard, crying pitifully over my grandma's condition. Suddenly, a bright light caused me to look up, and there was Mary, dressed in white and shining with a heavenly radiance, smiling down at me. She put her hand out and helped me up. She wiped the tears from my face and held me in her arms like any mother would do. She asked me why I was crying, and I told her. She responded, "You asked me to take care of her, and I have been doing just that. So then, why are you crying? Do you not have any faith? Trust in God and trust in your Mother." And just as quickly as the dream began, it ended. A few days later, my grandmother died peacefully in her sleep. I know for a fact that Mary was there with her at the moment she passed into the next world, and for that, I will be eternally grateful. By that time though, I was angry. I hated God and I hated His mother. They had taken away my best friend, a woman I was so close to. I tried my hardest to ignore all of the statues of Mary and religious images around my house, but I could not. I remember one day after school, I locked myself in my room. I stood in front of my largest statue of Mary and began screaming at her. I told her how angry I was. I told her that my grandma didn't deserve all of the suffering she had undertaken. I told her I hated her. But, Mary has had her arms around me since childhood, and she wasn't letting go now! Shortly after my grandma died, we received a large sum of money she had left behind. My mother and I tossed around the idea of making a pilgrimage to the Basilica of Our Lady of Guadalupe in Mexico City, and soon, we had decided that we were in fact going to go. Thanks to my grandmother, we departed for eight days in February 2008. I have to say, though, that before going, I was a nervous wreck. It felt like I was going to visit the Mother I had 'abandoned.' I was scared she wouldn't want to see me. How foolish I was for thinking something like that! Just as God never EVER leaves us, neither does Mary! Once I got to Mexico, a sense of calm came to me. When we laid eyes upon the miraculous image of Our Lady of Guadalupe, I bawled. I was so sorry for all I had said, felt, and done. I had sinned by saying such blasphemous things to God and the Blessed Mother. I could FEEL Mary's presence in the church. I uttered a quiet 'thank you' through the tears, and I know she was smiling. I could just see Mary opening her arms to me, inviting me to embrace her. She is TRULY present in Guadalupe. I'm telling you...if you want to see your Mother and spend some time in her presence, GET DOWN THERE! :) Well, enough rambling. There is SO much more that has happened but I feel this sums it all up...for now. I hope to share more of my experiences with the Blessed Mother with all of you because the stories here are not the only ones. God bless you all!

Saturday, January 14, 2012

Our Lady and the Relic

The Veil of the Blessed Virgin Mary kept at Chartres
Many of my friends know me as the 'relic guy.' Since 2009, I have acquired numerous relics, including a piece of the True Cross of Jesus Christ, first class relics of St. Teresa of Avila, St. John of the Cross, St. Rita of Cascia, St. Lucy, St. Clare of Assisi, St. Anne, St. John the Apostle, St. Catherine of Siena, and St. Maria Goretti...just to name a few. :) However, there was one relic I always longed for; a relic of the Veil of the Blessed Virgin Mary. Her veil you ask? Why yes. The Catholic Church is believed to have possession of her veil, the largest portion being kept in Chartres Cathedral in Chartres, France. As you know, Mary was assumed into heaven body and soul, so no relics of her body exist. There are relics of Mary's clothing including her veil, her tunic, and her belt. The church also claims to have locks of Mary's hair cut at her dormition by the Apostles. As you know, I have always been close with Mary and as I grew older and learned the importance of relics, I began to long for a relic of Mary, a relic that could help me grow closer to her. A year ago, I would have told you getting a relic was impossible. Today, it has been made possible. Mary helped a relic come to me in a very special way.
Back in October of last year, I went to bed one night. Shortly after, I had a dream. In the dream, everything was bright and cheerful. Suddenly, the Blessed Virgin Mary was standing in front of me smiling sweetly. She was dressed in white robes and everything shone like the sun. She asked me what I desired. I responded that I wished to have a relic of her veil so that I could grow closer to her and help others come to her. She smiled again and asked me to put my hand out. She placed her hand in mine and pressed something into the palm of my hand. It was cold and heavy. She stepped back and I looked. A small golden reliquary lay in my hand. The reliquary contained a piece of her veil. My heart swelled. I looked at her and asked how this could happen because it seemed so impossible. She responded, "through one of me loved sons, you will receive what you have longed for. With it, you will win many souls over to God and inspire the hearts of many. Tell everyone who venerates it to love their Mother and to trust me. Tell everyone who sees it that I am always here for them waiting. I love each of my children on earth." Mary smiled at me, placed her hands on my head, and blessed me. Then the dream was over. I wondered for days what she had meant when she said 'through one of my loved sons, you will receive what you have longed for." Who could it be? Well, I have a close friend who is in seminary studying to become a diocesan priest. He surprised me one day and said he could get a relic of Mary's veil for me and would send it as soon as he could get it. A short while later, he visited me and brought the relic with him. I could not believe it! I surprisingly didn't cry when I first held it. My heart felt like it never had before. I felt Mary's presence with me. I was happy to see that the little reliquary contained not only the relic of Mary's veil, but also a relic of St. Joseph's cloak! The seals on the back are intact and the reliquary is from Rome. It is a bit older but you can clearly see two threads from Mary's veil and a small piece of St. Joseph's cloak, dark with age. Later, when I was alone, I did cry, but they were tears of joy and happiness. I have taken it with me countless places and each person who has venerated it has felt a presence when it is near. Each person who has seen it has told me they feel a great sense of peace and closeness with God. I guess Mary was right. :) I know this story seems ridiculous, but it is completely true. If you look below you will even see a photo of the reliquary. Isn't it beautiful? Our Blessed Mother, much like God, works in mysterious ways!

My Relics of Mary's Veil (Ex velo B.M.V.) and St. Joseph's Cloak (Ex pallio S. Josephi)

Friday, January 13, 2012

Recent Mary Sightings

During my daily routines, I often come across Mary. Whether she be in the form of a statue, a picture, or even as a tattoo on someone's arm, she is EVERYWHERE.
So let me present pictures of the images of Mary I have come across....

The first picture was taken in my bedroom. The large statue of Our Lady holding the Infant Jesus was given to me recently. A lot of people at the parish know me and know I LOVE statues and religious images. A month or so ago, I stopped by church after classes. I visited the Faith Formation Director, a woman I am good friends with. I sat in her office and looked at the top of one of her bookshelves and saw the statue! I asked her where she got it and she replied that a deceased parishoner's family had given it to her. I took the statue down from the shelve and admired it. She told me I could take it home with me to repair and repaint her. I fell in love with the statue quickly. I asked if it would be possible for me to keep it...and she agreed! The statue is now in my room and I still can't get over how beautiful she is. She is two feet tall and has been repainted...although not very well. Her extended hand is broken and needs to be fixed. In time I plan on repainting her and fixing her hand. I would like to turn her into Our Lady of the Rosary. They don't make statues like her anymore...its such a pity.


And now onto the second picture. This lovely statue of Our Lady of Grace is in St. Isidore Parish Life Center. The Parish Life Center is the old school building at my church. Because it no longer functions as a school, it is now used to house the offices and hold various events. This statue is in the main entryway. She is about three feet tall and absolutely gorgeous. She is actually a replacement for another statue. Originally there was an older statue of Our Lady of Grace in the entryway. She was much loved by a family at my church and when they moved away, my priest gave it to them to take with them. She has one of the most serene faces I have ever seen. My friend and I had just gotten done decorating the building for Christmas. Mary got a few poinsettias and candles and looked festive!


The third picture is of the GORGEOUS statue of Mary at the Carmelite Monastery here in town. The monastery houses fourteen Discalced Carmelite nuns who follow the rules of St. Teresa of Avila. They are cloistered and are rarely seen but their chapel is open to the public. Each Christmas season, they make a beautiful Nativity display. The figures are a little smaller than lifesize and are from Mexico. Each figure besides the Infant Jesus is fully poseable and each wears clothing handmade by the nuns. I have been particularly drawn to the statue of Mary. Her face is so peaceful and so contemplative. Her clothing is perfect and reflects the nuns' love and handiwork. 

I hope you enjoyed them! I plan on posting weekly sharing the different images of Mary I've come across. 

Thursday, January 12, 2012

Mary and Me

Good day, all.
My name is Josh and I am currently a BUSY student in college. I am studying art and hoping to get a degree in it within the next two years. I've had a few blogs in the past but because my life changed and I grew older, I stopped posting on them. Apparently many people viewed them and are hungry for more knowledge, so here I am again. :) I have always had a strong love for the Blessed Virgin Mary, Mother of Jesus Christ. Since I was a little boy, Mary has played a prominent role in my daily life. Looking at photos of me, that is obvious. :) Growing up in a Roman Catholic family, Mary was held as the heavenly mother of each person in my home. To my mother, twin brother, and sister, Mary is someone "extra" for them to focus their devotions on. On the other hand, for me, Mary has been a beacon in the violent storm of daily life, my refuge, and my comfort. She has bestowed many graces upon me, graces I hope to share with others. The purpose of this blog is to invite you all to re-discover Mary. There is SO much about her we can learn. My hope is that through my relationship with the heavenly Mother, you may all form a closer bond with her.