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Daily Readings for: December 14, 2010
(Readings on USCCB website)

Collect: Father, you endowed John of the Cross with a spirit of self-denial and a love of the cross. By following his example, may we come to the eternal vision of your glory. We ask this through our Lord Jesus Christ, your Son, who lives and reigns with you and the Holy Spirit, one God, for ever and ever. Amen.

Advent: December 14th 

  Memorial of St. John of the Cross, priest and doctor

St. John of the Cross (1542-1591) was born and died in Spain. His parents were poor and could not give him training in any trade. Hence he became the servant of the sick in the hospital of Medina. In 1563 he offered himself as a lay brother to the Carmelite friars, who, however, perceiving his unusual talents, had him ordained a priest. When he was about to join the more severe Order of the Carthusians, the saintly Teresa persuaded him to remain and help her in the reform of the Carmelite Order. This reform of his order caused him such sufferings and brought him many trials. But his sufferings served only to detach him from creatures. He had a great devotion to Our Lord's Passion and voluntarily sought out humiliations. When Our Lord asked him what reward he would ask for his labors, John answered: "To suffer and to be despised for Thee." He died of a cruel disease, embracing the crucifix. Because of his profound treatises on mystical theology Pope Pius XI proclaimed him Doctor of the Church. According to the 1962 Missal of Bl. John XXIII the Extraordinary Form of the Roman Rite St. John of Cross' feast is celebrated on November 24.

Jesse Tree ~ Annunciation



St. John of the Cross
Juan de Yepes was the Castilian son of a poor silk weaver of Fontiberos, Toledo, Spain and was born in 1542. His father was of noble birth; he had married much beneath him, and for that offense had been entirely cut off by his family. He had taken to silk weaving as a means of livelihood, but had never been able to make much of it. Soon after the birth of Juan he died, worn out with the effort to keep his wife and three children. The family was left in direst poverty; the children grew up always underfed, so that to the end of his life Juan remained dwarfed in stature.

Unable to learn a trade, he became the servant of the poor in the hospital of Medina, while still pursuing his sacred studies. In 1563, being then twenty-one, he humbly offered himself as a lay-brother to the Carmelite friars, who, however, knowing his talents, had him ordained priest. He would now have exchanged to the severe Carthusian Order, had not St. Teresa of Avila, with the instinct of a saint, persuaded him to remain and help her in the reform of his own Order.

Thus he became the first prior of the Discalced (meaning "barefoot") Carmelites. His reform, though approved by the general, was rejected by the elder friars, who condemned the saint as a fugitive and apostate, and cast him into prison, whence he only escaped, after nine months' suffering, at the risk of his life. Twice again, before his death, he was shamefully persecuted by his brethren, and publicly disgraced. But his complete abandonment by creatures only deepened his interior peace and devout longing for heaven.

St. John was a great contemplative and spiritual writer. He was proclaimed Doctor of the Church by Pope Pius XI on August 24, 1926. He is the patron of contemplative life, mystical theology, mystics, and Spanish poets.

Excerpted from Little Pictorial Lives of the Saints © 1878 and Saints for Sinners by Alban Goodier, S.J.

"With what procrastinations do you wait, since from this very moment you can love God in your heart?"

Excerpted from Prayer of a Soul Taken with Love — St. John of the Cross

Mine are the heavens and mine is the earth. Mine are the nations, the just are mine and mine the sinners. The angels are mine, and the Mother of God, and all things are mine; and God himself is mine and for me, because Christ is mine and all for me. What do you ask, then, and seek my soul? Yours is all of this, and all is for you. Do not engage your self in something less or pay heed to the crumbs that fall from your Father's table. Go forth and exult in your Glory! Hide yourself in it and rejoice, and you will obtain the supplications of your heart.

Excerpted from Sayings of Light and Love, 26-27 — St. John of the Cross

Patron: Contemplative life; contemplatives; mystical theology; mystics; Spanish poets

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31 posted on 12/14/2010 5:59:41 PM PST by Salvation ("With God all things are possible." Matthew 19:26)
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I want to personally thank all of you for your prayers for me and wish to relate this little episode that happened to me today.

I was delivering flyers for our Christmas dinner at my Catholic Church and checked several doors at a Methodist Church in an attempt to leave one there — finding it tightly locked up today.

So I turned around to leave and start walking down the sidewalk, falling off a little step where the paint marking it had worn off and so it was a virtually unmarked step down to the sidewalk.

I felt myself flying through the air. I prayed in split seconds, “God help me and don’t let me hurt myself” as I hurled toward the ground. It had been raining heavily today and my gloved hands, winter coat, long velvet skirt hit the wet pavement. Keys went one way and my cheekbone and knee along with my glasses scraped along the sidewalk pavement.

I layed there for a few moments wondering if I could get up when a non-descript black car stopped and a man got out.

He asked if I was all right and offered to help me up. I leaned heavily upon him and lifted myself off my cement landing pad. My knee was OK, my jaw was not broken, nor was my cheekbone broken.

The only casualities seemed to be glasses with three scratches on one lens, a little bit of a knot and abrasion on one knee (I have a broken knee-cap on that knee that is held together with screws), a fattened lip and a sore mouth. I think I clenched my teeth as I knew I was going to hit the ground.

I was going to the Catholic Book Store to return some books, and the two ladies there took care of me in between waiting on customers, let me use their bathroom, gave me a drink of water and cold packs for my knee and lip and walked me back to my car.

Obviously I came home and did not finish distributing the flyers, but I was thanking God all the way that I only had a dirty coat, completely soaked gloves, dirty skirt and glasses still in one piece.

After I stood up and held onto the man taking a few steps he asked if there was anything else he could do for me. I replied by asking him to walk me to my car.

When we got to my car, I thanked him, introduced myself “My name is ____________, and he introduced himself, “My name is Balthasar.”

At the Catholic Book store both ladies exclaimed — “Oh, one of the wise men!”

Amid tears all the way home I cried, thanking God, and thanking Balthasar for being there.

Did I really meet one of the wise men? Could be.....but it’s my miracle of the day, so I definitely think so! I hope to meet him again someday in heaven. But today, he was my angel, appearing out of nowhere.

Again, everyone, thanks for your prayers.


32 posted on 12/14/2010 6:30:05 PM PST by Salvation ("With God all things are possible." Matthew 19:26)
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