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January 06, 2006 ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Optional Memorial of Blessed Andre Bessette, religious (Can); Epiphany (traditional) Old Calendar: Epiphany of Our Lord
In many countries this is the Feast of the Epiphany, as it had been on the old calendar here in the United States until the Bishops decided that the Feast would be celebrated on the Sunday between January 2 and January 8. The Thirteenth Day of Christmas
Brother Andre expressed a saint's faith by a lifelong devotion to Saint Joseph. Sickness and weakness dogged Andre from birth. He was the eighth of twelve children born to a French Canadian couple near Montreal. Adopted at twelve, when both parents had died, he became a farmhand. Various trades followed: shoemaker, baker, blacksmith-all failures. He was a factory worker in the United States during the boom times of the Civil War. At twenty-five, he applied for entrance into the Congregation of the Holy Cross. After a year's novitiate, he was not admitted because of his weak health. But with an extension and the urging of Bishop Bourget (see Marie-Rose Durocher, October 6), he was finally received. He was given the humble job of doorkeeper at Notre Dame College in Montreal, with additional duties as sacristan, laundry worker and messenger. "When I joined this community, the superiors showed me the door, and I remained forty years."
When he heard someone was ill, he visited to bring cheer and to pray with the sick person. He would rub the sick person lightly with oil taken from a lamp burning in the college chapel. Word of healing powers began to spread. When an epidemic broke out at a nearby college, Andre volunteered to nurse. Not one person died. The trickle of sick people to his door became a flood. His superiors were uneasy; diocesan authorities were suspicious; doctors called him a quack. "I do not cure," he said again and again. "Saint Joseph cures." In the end he needed four secretaries to handle the eighty thousand letters he received each year. For many years the Holy Cross authorities had tried to buy land on Mount Royal. Brother Andre and others climbed the steep hill and planted medals of Saint Joseph. Suddenly, the owners yielded. Andre collected two hundred dollars to build a small chapel and began receiving visitors there-smiling through long hours of listening, applying Saint Joseph's oil. Some were cured, some not. The pile of crutches, canes and braces grew. The chapel also grew. By 1931 there were gleaming walls, but money ran out. "Put a statue of Saint Joseph in the middle. If he wants a roof over his head, he'll get it." The magnificent Oratory on Mount Royal took fifty years to build. The sickly boy who could not hold a job died at ninety. He is buried at the Oratory and was beatified in 1982. Saint of the Day, Leonard Foley, O.F.M. Things to Do:
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1 Jn 5:5-13 / Lk 3:23-38 Unless we've hit one of those terrible periods in our lives when everything fades into shades of grey and the hours hang heavy upon us, most of our days seem to pass with astonishing speed. And if we ever take the time to recreate one of our days, minute by minute, we'll be astonished to see how much we've crammed into so little space. No wonder that we seem to have so little time to think. No wonder we forget some of the most important things that we know. In today's epistle, St. John reminds us of the most important of all of those things we forget. He says, "You who believe in the name of the Son of God ...(already) possess eternal life." It's astonishing but true, and it's something we'd all like to be a part of. So what does it mean to "believe in the name"? It involves a good deal more than a mere intellectual affirmation. It means nothing less than entrusting our very life into the care of God's Son, and bonding our heart to His, so that His life flows into us and we are progressively reshaped into His likeness. That bond is far too important to risk our forgetting it. So, as the hours and days go racing by, be sure to take some time to remember the one to whom your heart is bonded, the one who shares His life with you. Remember and give thanks. |