Post by Séamus on Jun 25, 2023 9:16:54 GMT
"God made use of this (the 1938 Aurora Borealis) to make me understand that His justice was about to strike the guilty nations. For this reason I began to plead insistently for the Communion of Reparation on the First Saturdays and the consecration of Russia. My intention was to obtain mercy and pardon,not only for the whole world,but for Europe in particular....the future (Second World) war with all it's horrors which seemed to be always present to her (Jacinta's) mind... I hope that Jacinta is interceding for us in heaven"
Fatima In Lucia's Own Words (1976)
Probably a slightly different prophetic voice to that of the Pontiff who declared her venerable last Thursday- no mention of bedding North African refugees in church properties to remain in existence- but we have here a figure who watched almost the entire Twentieth Century,as a shadowy presence, in ways,as much a symbol of the Mystical Body as the Pontiffs of the last Century themselves.
Her memoirs can probably take their own place among the spiritual classics. The scope is amazingly wide-ranging,from description of the games and songs of rural peasant children to reminisces of sandwiches and glasses of mead being sacrificed to images of frightening apparitions- not an ounce too gloomy or apocalyptic when considering what actually did transpire in the following decades, especially during the height of Nazism and Communism.
"In this life everything sings
And who sings better than I?
The shepherdess out on the Serra
Or the maid a-washing in the stream
The Serra is a rock-strewn garden
Smiling happily all the day long
Sparkling with gleaming dew drops
That glisten on the mountainside"
(folk song lyrics, included by request of the ordinary of the day)
Fatima In Lucia's Own Words (1976)
Probably a slightly different prophetic voice to that of the Pontiff who declared her venerable last Thursday- no mention of bedding North African refugees in church properties to remain in existence- but we have here a figure who watched almost the entire Twentieth Century,as a shadowy presence, in ways,as much a symbol of the Mystical Body as the Pontiffs of the last Century themselves.
Her memoirs can probably take their own place among the spiritual classics. The scope is amazingly wide-ranging,from description of the games and songs of rural peasant children to reminisces of sandwiches and glasses of mead being sacrificed to images of frightening apparitions- not an ounce too gloomy or apocalyptic when considering what actually did transpire in the following decades, especially during the height of Nazism and Communism.
"In this life everything sings
And who sings better than I?
The shepherdess out on the Serra
Or the maid a-washing in the stream
The Serra is a rock-strewn garden
Smiling happily all the day long
Sparkling with gleaming dew drops
That glisten on the mountainside"
(folk song lyrics, included by request of the ordinary of the day)