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The Cure Of Ars: Jean-Marie Vianney
CIN.Org ^ | 00/00/00 | Bruce Marshall

Posted on 08/04/2002 7:34:51 PM PDT by Lady In Blue


The Curé of Ars

JEAN-MARIE VIANNEY WAS BORN on May 8, 1786 at Dardilly, in the province of the Rhone and about eight miles from Lyons. His parents were small farmers. They had six children, of whom Jean-Marie was the third.

Three years later the French Revolution broke out. By the time that Jean-Marie was four years old the churches in France were served only by apostate priests who swore allegiance to the new state church. Priests who refused to accept the Civil Constitution of the Clergy were deported or put to death. Among the mere three bishops who conformed was the astute scallywag Talleyrand.

The Vianneys, who were good Catholics, went to distant farms to hear Mass, celebrated clandestinely by loyal priests who risked their lives to bring the sacraments to their flocks. From the very beginning, then, the practice of religion was, in the boy’s mind, associated with heroism. Even Jean-Marie’s instruction for his First Communion had to be carried out in secret by two laicised nuns. The ceremony itself took place in 1799 in a private house at Ecully. While Mass was being celebrated the windows of the drawing room were shuttered so that the light of the candles should not be seen.

The boy was naturally pious. His chief pleasure was prayer and his favourite recreation "playing at churches", when he instructed his companions in the rudiments of religion. Some of us, remembering the boyhood of A. J. Cronin’s bishop in The Keys of the Kingdom, might be tempted to call him a milk sop. But there were two differences between Jean-Marie and the future bishop: the young Jean-Marie really meant what he said and he spoke the truth at a time when it was dangerous to speak it, even in play. And hasn’t contemporary history shown that playing at soldiers is not as sensible as the down-to-earth believe? Anyway, the boy said brave and important things in those early sermons. For example, he pointed out that it was a sin to beat beasts in anger. This is a truth which is still not said enough from more formal pulpits, and not only from those in Latin countries.

In 1802 a Concordat between Napoleon and the Pope reestablished the Catholic religion in France. Jean-Marie was then sixteen and helped his father on the farm, watching the sheep and tilling the soil. A year later he became conscious of his vocation, but it was not until he was nineteen that his father al lowed him to leave the farm and be tutored in Latin by M. Bailey, the Curé of Ecully.

Most of M. Bailey’s pupils were boys of between eleven and twelve, who learned easily. Jean-Marie, who, owing to the re cent lack of elementary school teachers, had had only a crude and interrupted education in French, was easily the dunce of the class. He found it almost impossible to memorise declensions and conjugations, let alone understand the differences between se and ipse and the gerund and the gerundive. In spite of his desire to be a priest he would have given up the struggle if M. Bailey had not had the patience to encourage him to persevere.

But the young man had other difficulties to overcome be fore he became a priest. In 1809 he was called up for military service with Napoleon’s armies in Spain. The calling up was a mistake, as, in the archdiocese of Lyons, even theological students studying privately were exempt from conscription; but Jean-Marie had to obey. Through a series of mischances the young man became a deserter instead of a soldier, and it was not until January 1811, when Napoleon granted an amnesty, that he was able to begin his studies again. By this time he was nearly twenty-five years old.

For eighteen months the not so young Vianney crammed Latin with M. Bailey in his presbytery at Ecully. Boning up on irregular verbs, however, was not enough. Although in those days only one year of philosophy and two of theology were required of candidates for the priesthood, for Jean-Marie’s poor head these were more than enough. In the autumn of 1812 he went to the preparatory seminary of Verriéres, near Montbrison, where, although the oldest student and not much younger than the professor, he came out bottom of a class of two hundred. This was largely due to his ignorance of Latin, but even when he was examined in French, he was still bottom. Although he bore cheerfully with the mockery of his fellow students he had, as he said years later in a smiling understatement, "to suffer a little" at Verrières.

He did so badly in theology at the Seminary of St. Irénée in Lyons that after five months he was asked to leave. M. Bailey, however, undertook to coach him privately, and Jean-Marie was allowed to sit the May examinations. Again he lost his head as soon as he was questioned in Latin and failed to pass. The examiner’s concession that they would not prevent him seeking admission to another diocese scarcely consoled him.

But M. Bailey came again to his rescue. The Curé of Ecully persuaded the superior of the seminary to examine Vianney privately and in French. This time the young man answered correctly and the Vicar-General decided that the candidate’s manifest piety must be considered to compensate for his equally evident lack of Latin. Accordingly Jean-Marie-Baptiste Vianney[1] was ordained sub-deacon on July 2, 1814, by Msgr. Simon, Bishop of Grenoble. He completed his last year of studies privately with M. Bailey. He was ordained deacon on June 23, 1815, and priest on August 13th of the same year. For this last ordination he walked one hundred kilometres from Ecully to Grenoble through territory infested by Austrian in vaders. Because he was the only ordinand and from a strange diocese, the clergy apologised to Msgr. Simon. "It’s not any trouble to ordain a good priest", the Bishop answered.

The abbé Vianney’s first appointment was as curate at Ecully to his benefactor and tutor, M. Balley; but, because of his incompetence in moral theology, his faculties as a confessor were not granted him till several months later. Although, according to his sister, the young priest was not very eloquent, the church was always crowded when he preached. And later, when his faculties were accorded, his confessional was besieged.

M. Bailey was a saintly man who had remained in France during the penal days, exercising his ministry at the risk of his life. He wore a hair-shirt and scarcely ate at meals. Such an example impressed his curate, who also procured a hair-shirt and ate the same mildewy potatoes as M. Bailey. Each reported the other to the Vicar-General for excessive mortification. Between rector and curate it was a race toward holiness.

The abbé Vianney remained for three years at Ecully, carrying out the heavier of the parochial duties and completing his studies. He became so popular that, when M. Bailey died in December 1817, the parishioners petitioned the Vicar-General to appoint the curate rector. But the Vicar-General had other plans for the parish and for M. Vianney. At the beginning of February 1818 he summoned the young priest. "Thirty miles from here, my dear friend," he said, "in the district of Trévoux in the Dombes, the village Ars is without a Curé. The church there is a chapel-of-ease, serving about two hundred souls. There’s not much love of God in this village. Your job will be to instill it."

The last two sentences contained the operative words. If Saxon and Celtic Catholics are often embarrassed when they meet Latin Catholics, one of the reasons is because French villages are not, and have not been since 1789 at least, like Irish villages. Ars did not resemble Ballymacsnod. Although, to judge by the parochial records, the village was moderately pious in the eighteenth century, by 1818 only a few Christian families remained; the rest had either forgotten their religion or, having grown up during the officially godless days of the revolution, had never known it.

The abbé Vianney, in the words of his biographer, Msgr. Trochu, had almost "a physical impression of this" as he approached Ars on the evening of February 9, 1818. He came on foot, his meagre luggage following him in a cart. Because of the mist he lost his way and had to ask a young shepherd to show him the road. When at last he caught sight of the lights of the village he fell on his knees and invoked his guardian angel. Then he made straight for the church.

The church consisted of a narrow nave and a tawdry altar. The sanctuary lamp was extinguished and the tabernacle empty. There were no side chapels. The revolutionaries had pulled down the steeple, and the bell now hung precariously between insecure iron supports. Next morning M. Vianney rang the Angelus himself on the groggy bell and said Mass at an early hour; a few women attended, some out of piety, more out of curiosity.

Until Ars became a proper parish in 1821, M. Vianney was really only the vicaire or curate of Ars and under the authority of the Curé of the neighbouring village of Misérieux. The appointment was not well paid nor were there many perquisites: his salary was five hundred francs or a hundred dollars a year; the parish accounts might show a surplus of thirteen francs or a deficit of thirty-five francs. The presbytery, however, had five rooms, all of which had been comfortably furnished by the Châtelaine of Ars. Of this furniture the abbé kept only a bed, two old tables, a sideboard, a few chairs and a frying pan; the rest he returned to Mademoiselle d’Ars.

For the new Curé was convinced that there were only two ways of converting the village: by exhortation and by himself doing penance for his parishioners. He began with the latter. He gave his mattress to a beggar; he slept on the floor in a damp room downstairs or in the attic or on a board in his bed with a log for a pillow; he scourged himself with an iron chain; he ate scarcely anything, two or three mouldy potatoes in the middle of the day, and sometimes he went for two or three days without eating at all; he rose shortly after midnight and made his way to the church, where he remained kneeling without support until it was time for him to say his Mass.

To a modern and predatory age, anxious to avoid discomfort at all costs, the abbé Vianney’s mortifications will seem pointless, cruel, stupid, and perhaps even perversely masochistic. But in his Perennial Philosophy Mr. Aldous Huxley shows that it is only to the austere that a mystical knowledge of God is granted. He says that we do not know why this should be so; we know only that it is the rule. Catholic theologians, however, think that they know why it is the rule, and that is because all earthly suffering, supernaturally accepted, is a prolongation or completion of the Atonement. Sceptics will, of course, reject such an explanation. Mr. Somerset Maugham holds that suffering debases rather than ennobles the sufferer. Mr. Graham Greene, however, comes nearer the truth when he makes his whisky priest say in The Power and the Glory: "Saints talk about the beauty of suffering. Well, we are not saints, you and I. Suffering to us is just ugly. Stench and crowding and pain. . . . It needs a lot of learning to see things with a saint’s eye. . ." [2]

In other words, all depends upon the disposition of the sufferer. The argument of the theologians, however, that suffering, properly accepted, is rewarded even in this life is backed by results. The abbé Vianney was to have proof of this. Years later, when he had converted his parish and "Ars was no longer Ars", he said to a priest who was distressed by the tepidity of his own parishioners: "You’ve preached? You’ve prayed? Have you fasted? Have you scourged yourself? Have you slept on bare boards? As long as you haven’t done that you’ve no right to complain."

The abbé discovered that there were three main evils in his parish: religious ignorance, pleasure-seeking, and Sunday work. He set out to combat all three, and he condemned them forcibly from the pulpit. Benedictines will be glad to learn that, although he relied chiefly on penance and preaching, he did not neglect the liturgy. Although all through his life he wore his cassocks till they fell off him, he bought, with the aid of the Chátelaine, the finest vestments he could find in Lyons. "An old cassock goes well with a beautiful chasuble", he said, knowing that each was worn for a different purpose. He paid for a new high altar out of his own slender funds. Even the indifferent came out to see. And M. Vianney preached to them.

At first his sermons caused him a great deal of trouble: he wrote them out and memorized them. "If a pastor wishes to avoid damnation," he thundered at the congregation, "he must, if there is scandal in the parish, overcome motives of human respect and the fear of being despised or hated by his parishioners; and, were he certain of being killed when he got down from the pulpit, that must not stop him." The abbé Vianney preached as well as practised what he preached. "Away with you, reprobate fathers and mothers, down with you to hell, where the anger of God awaits you and the good deeds you have done in letting your children go gallivanting. Away with you. They won’t be long in joining you." Contemporary Redemptorists could scarcely be more menacing.

It would be interesting to know what the Curé would have made of the boogie-woogie or the bebop. "Why," Msgr. Trochu asks, "this condemnation of an exercise which St. Francis of Sales calls ‘an indifferent thing’?" The Curé’s biographer gives the Bishop’s own answer: because "according to the normal manner in which that exercise takes place, it’s a steep and slithery slide down toward evil, and consequently dangerous and perilous." The Curé spoke with a vehemence which may make us smile: "The devil surrounds a dance as a wall surrounds a garden." But was the Curé so very far wrong? A glance at the photographs in a society weekly of illustrious de generates attending hunt balls may lead us to suspect that he was not. Even if there is no direct connection between nuclear fission and the can-can, a generation which sends its bravest to die while wealthy imbeciles gamble and consume strawberries out of season at Deauvile seems to deserve the destruction which threatens it.

Naturally the abbé Vianney did not win his battle quickly or without opposition; but within ten years public dancing, semi public boozing, and even clandestine Sunday work had ceased in Ars. And it was not only the "sights that dazzle" which had disappeared. The villagers no longer stole, swore, or gave false measure. When the Bishop came to visit the parish he found that the children of Ars were the best instructed in the diocese.

The abbé Vianney, however, didn’t always threaten, and as he grew older he threatened less. He gradually gave up writing his sermons and finished by preaching extempore. Thus very few of his words remain to us, and such we owe to the good memories of his listeners.

My children, as soon as one sees a small stain on one’s soul, one must act like a person who takes good care of a crystal globe. If he sees that the globe has become a little dusty, he sponges it and the globe is again clear and shining. My children, it’s just like a person with a slight illness: he doesn’t need to go to the doctor: he can get well all alone. He’s got a headache: he’s only got to go to bed. But if it’s a serious illness or a dangerous sore, he needs the doctor. And after the doctor, the medicines. When one falls into grave sin, one needs the doctor, who is the priest, and the medicine, which is confession.

You’ve heard it all before, of course, and probably dozed off in the middle? A simple metaphor and rather jejune? The Curé would probably have agreed. He knew that he was no great preacher. When Lacordaire preached at vespers in the Curé’s church in 1845 the abbé Vianney, who himself had preached at high Mass, said next day: "You know the saying: extremes meet. Well, that’s what happened yesterday in the pulpit of Ars, when you saw extreme knowledge and extreme ignorance."

But nobody ever went to sleep during the Curé’s sermons and nobody ever found them trite or platitudinous. His words moved as even the great Dominican’s never did. To understand their power one would require to have heard the abbé Vianney say them. Perhaps the secret was that those simple words were said by a very holy man who meant every syllable of them. Strong men wept when they heard the Curé preach, and the haughty became humble.

The Curé himself wept when he preached, and he smiled when he spoke of things which made him happy. And he wept or smiled as he said Mass, according to whether he was sad or glad. His demeanour at the altar was perfect: every word was properly pronounced, every gesture clear; there was no rushing back to the centre of the altar muttering the "per omnia saecula saeculorum" of the last postcommunion as he went. He went neither too quickly nor too slowly. Thirty minutes ab amictu ad amictum was the Curé’s time, and his aspect during those thirty minutes often converted unbelievers.

In Ars the school was open only for three months in winter, and not at all in summer when the children worked in the fields. The teacher was a farm hand. The abbé Vianney under took both the religious and secular instruction of the children and combined the two by teaching them to read the catechism. He held his catechism classes every day, at six o’clock in the morning, and punctuality was encouraged by rewarding the first child to arrive with a holy picture. None of the Curé’s pupils would have been able to pass their baccalauréat, but the education which he gave them was sufficient for the rough life they had to lead. From a worldly as well as a religious point of view, the Curé was probably right: his own secular knowledge was too limited for him to produce scholarship in others, and it is the half-educated who work the most harm in the world; both the simple and the learned share the wisdom of humility. Indeed, the ineptitudes of the popular press would suggest that it is a mistake to teach the majority of people to read at all.

Because he disapproved of boys and girls being educated together, the Curé founded a girls’ school, which was later known as "La Providence". In 1823 he chose two young girls of the parish, Catherine Lassagne and Benoîte Lardet, and sent them to the nuns of St. Joseph at Fareins, to learn to be teachers. Next year he bought, with money inherited from his father and with donations received for that purpose, a house near the church, and opened his school.

As no fees were charged the Curé soon had plenty of pupils. Girls came from neighbouring villages as well. At first the parents provided the bedding and the food; but in 1827 the success of the school was so great that the abbé Vianney decided to establish an orphanage under the same roof. After that only orphans were taken in as boarders and children of well-off parents were accepted only as day pupils. Generally the orphans came at the age of eight and left when they had made their First Communion, but often girls of nineteen or twenty years were sheltered until work was found for them. All the money the Curé had inherited from his father went into the school and for the rest the Curé relied on subscriptions. The Curé ran this school until 1847, when it was transferred to the nuns of St. Joseph.

It was at "La Providence" that the Curé’s famous "catechisms" took place. At eleven o’clock every day the abbé Vianney visited the school to instruct the children in religion. When the pilgrimages began adults came to hear him and soon there were crowds in the street. In 1845 these instructions were transferred to the church, where every morning the Curé mounted a low pulpit and preached a short sermon.

Even in a cynical country like France it was natural that such zeal should impress the Curé’s parishioners. There was none of the "Do as I say, but don’t do as I do" about M. Vianney. Although the application of military metaphor and simile to religion has been overworked by the hymnologists, one can not but compare the Curé with a good modern general who is always in the front line with his troops. And the Curé’s front line was his church. Except when called away on duty he was never out of it. He went there in the middle of the night. He recited there his office on his knees. He practised all the heroisms. He scarcely ate. He mortified himself. He was stern in the pulpit, gentle in conversation. He gave to the poor.

If European Christians hadn’t been such tightwads, the philosophy of communism and its bogus benevolence would never have been invented. The inadequacy of our past charity is the cause of our present troubles. M. Vianney’s charity was never inadequate. To be able to help others according to the fullness of their needs he practised an apostolic poverty. Until he took his scrappy mid-day meal at "La Providence" he generally did his own cooking. As long as he had the time he mended his own clothes. He never polished his boots, because he wished to humble his feet. He gave to the poor not of his surplus but what he himself required. At Ecully when he was presented with a new pair of breeches he gave them to a beg gar and wore instead the beggar’s. He gave his mattress and his cloak to tramps. He wore the same cassock the whole year round.

Soon the report of the Curé’s holiness began to spread. People from the surrounding countryside came to hear him and he was asked to preach in neighbouring villages. He preached missions in Vilefranche-sur-Saône, Trévoux, Montmerle, Saint Trivier, Saint Bernard, Savigneux, Misérieux. At the forty hours’ adoration at Limas he was embarrassed to find prelates and ecclesiastics assembled to hear him.

To the end of his life the poor Curé could never understand the reason for his own fame. And to begin with, many of his colleagues couldn’t understand it either. An abbé Borjon wrote to him: "Monsieur le Curé, a man with as little theology as yourself ought never to enter a confessional." The Curé of Ars replied:

My very dear and respected colleague, how right I am to love you. You alone really know me. As you are good and charitable enough to deign to take an interest in my poor soul, help me to obtain the favour for which I have been asking for so long, so that I may be moved from a post I am unworthy to fill because of my ignorance and retire into obscurity to atone for my wretched life.

This long and awkward sentence was written without irony, but with humility, and its recipient was touched. Fortunately, M. Vianney had his bishop behind him. One day when a priest said to Msgr. Devie: "The Curé of Ars is looked upon as being rather uneducated", the Bishop answered: "I don’t know whether he is educated or not, but what I do know is the Holy Spirit makes a point of enlightening him."

The boozers in the cabarets also attacked him. Furious at the interruption of their pleasures, they spread rumours that the Curé’s pallor was not due to asceticism but to the practice of vice. They sang lewd songs under his window at night. They spattered his door with filth. They said that he was the father of a prostitute’s child. These tales reached the Bishop, who felt obliged to send the Curé of Trévoux to conduct an enquiry. Although the slanders were all disproved, the Curé suffered greatly.

To these troubles were added the nightly visitations of the devil, whose operations are now so evident that his existence has been discredited. For thirty-four years, from 1824 to 1858, the Curé’s scanty sleep was disturbed by manifestations similar to those now ascribed to poltergeists. The chairs in his room were moved about, the furniture rocked, curtains were ripped, bears growled, dogs howled, and the Curé’s bed was pulled across the floor. In the end the abbé Vianney came to bear these visitations with a smile. They were always the prelude to the conversion of a notorious sinner, he said.

In 1827, what was later known as the pilgrimage began. At first the visitors numbered about twenty a day and came from the surrounding district. Most of them came to make their confessions to the Curé and to receive Holy Communion from his hand, but some came out of curiosity, to crane their necks at the saint as they would have craned them at the bearded woman at the fair or a pair of Siamese twins. Their number increased gradually, as did also the distance which they travelled. From 1830 to 1859 four hundred strangers arrived daily in Ars and the majority came from pious motives, to confess to the Curé. Special coaches had to be arranged to transport such numbers. As a pilgrim had to wait several days before his turn came to enter the Curé’s confessional, the Paris-Lyons-Méditerranée Railway issued cheap weekly return tickets from Lyons to Ars. By 1855 there was a daily service of two horse buses between Lyons and Ars, and two other buses met the Paris train at Villefranche. Other pilgrims came in private carriages, others in boats along the Saône and others on foot. Among them was Msgr. Ullathorne, Bishop of Birmingham, England. It was a sort of holy free-for-all: prelates, priests, monks, nuns, aristocrats, commoners, society women, intellectuals, and peasants came to seek counsel of the man who still called himself "the least important priest in the diocese of Belley".

All day the church was crowded, and from the small hours of the morning. People queued for the sacraments as they were later, when progress had got going properly, to queue for soap, nylons, and bread. People knelt in the side chapels,[3] behind the high altar, in the sanctuary, or stood on the steps of the church. Penitents had to pay substitutes to keep their place for them while they went to lunch. Bishops waited their turn like any body else. Only the sick and the disabled were allowed the privilege of jumping the queue, and their presence the abbé Vianney seemed to discern by intuition, opening the door of his confessional and calling them out of the crowd. New hotels had to be opened to accommodate the pilgrims at night, although in summer many of them slept in the fields.

The Curé devoted the greater part of the day to the pilgrims. He began hearing confessions at one o’clock in the morning and sometimes at midnight. He went on hearing them until six or seven o’clock, when he said his Mass. As soon as he had finished his thanksgiving he entered his confessional again and remained there till half-past ten, when he recited prime, terce, sext, and none on his knees in front of the high altar. At eleven o’clock he preached a catechetical instruction, after which he heard more confessions. At noon he lunched, standing up, at "La Providence" on a bowl of soup or milk and a few grammes of dry bread.[4] After visiting the sick he went back to the church, recited vespers and compline and heard confessions until seven or eight o’clock, when he said the Rosary in the pulpit. Five hours later he was back in the church, beginning another day’s work. And this went on, day in, day out, for more than thirty years.

It is not astonishing that such a routine should tire even a saint. Physically and morally, sitting in a confessional is the most wearying part of a priest’s duties. Henry Morton Robin son’s Father Fermoyle was so flat out after his first four hours’ spell in the church of St. Margaret’s, Malden, that he had to take aspirin. The abbé Vianney never took aspirin, and not only because aspirin had not yet been invented; and he sat in his confessional, not for four hours once a week, but for from sixteen to eighteen hours a day. In winter the church was like ice and in summer it was baking hot. But in freezing cold or in sweltering heat, M. Vianney sat in his little box listening to the unvaried tale of man’s ignominy.

This existence was all the harder for the Curé because he was a natural solitary and had always desired to lead a life of contemplation. "Il y aura toujours de la solitude pour ceux qui en seront dignes", says Villiers de L’Isle-Adam. For the Curé of Ars there was not. Worn out and ill, he tried to escape three times. In 1840, after writing to the Bishop, he set out by night for the Trappist monastery of Saint Lieu at Septfons, but changed his mind on the way and returned to his church in time to hear the next day’s confessions. In 1843, after double pneumonia, the Bishop granted him a transfer to Notre Dame de Beaumont, but when, on his way there, the Curé reached his native village of Dardilly he found that the pilgrims had followed him: he had to ask the Archbishop of Lyons for faculties and shut himself up in the confessional of his old parish church. He went on to Notre Dame de Beaumont, said Mass there, and returned to Ars. Ten years later he again tried to steal away by night to join a contemplative order but was stopped on the road by a crowd of parishioners and pilgrims who had learned of his intentions.

What was the secret of the Curé’s power? To the unreflecting he may suggest the modern hot gospeller. Such a parallel cannot validly be drawn because, unlike Elmer Gantry, the Curé of Ars had got his doctrine right and was sober and well-mannered. What he said to his penitents was simple and untheatrical. To a priest who had committed a venial sin he said: "What a pity!" and to a religious: "Love God." Once again, what mattered was not what the Curé said but the way he said it. With recidivists, however, he was energetic. "My son, you are damned", he would say to such. But the Curé had a gift which is given to few confessors: he could reveal to penitents sins which they themselves had forgotten, or wished to conceal. "Ah, there you are", he greeted a woman through the grille. "You’re the one who refused to go and fetch your husband back from hospital."

This intuition extended sometimes to a knowledge of the future. To a girl, whose brother had run away from home, he said: "Tell your mother that her son is quite well. He’s working underground with decent people, far from her and from his home. But don’t worry, either of you. He’ll come back to you on a feast day." Five or six years later, on the evening of the Assumption, the young man returned and told his mother that he had been working down a mine in Montceau-les-Mines. To future religious the Curé foretold their vocation and to others the approaching deaths of their relatives.

Unlike many other saints, the abbé Vianney accomplished miracles during his lifetime. The first two took place at "La Providence". In 1829 the wheat, which was then stored in the attic of the presbytery, ran out. The Curé couldn’t hope for any help from his parishioners, because the harvest had been bad. He placed under the few grains of wheat which remained a relic of St. Francis Regis, to whom he had already had re course when unable to learn Latin, and prayed. "Go and tidy up the remainder of the wheat in the attic", he said to the school cook. When the cook went to the attic she found it full of wheat, piled up in the shape of a cone. A little later, when there was enough flour in the house to bake only three loaves, the Curé told the cook to put it in the mixing bowl; when water was added there was enough dough to bake ten big twenty-pound loaves.

When such miracles became known the Curé’s modesty was disturbed. Convinced that he was an unworthy priest, he could not bring himself to believe that miracles could be operated through his intercession, and he was unwilling that others should attribute them to a merit which he was certain he didn’t possess. He himself ascribed them to the intercession of St. Phiomena, an early child martyr, recently canonised, who, he was sure, had been responsible for his own recovery from double pneumonia in 1843. "Go and pray before St. Phiomena’s altar", he told the sick, to make sure that their recovery would be ascribed to what he honestly considered the proper source.

A woman, who had suffered from tubercular laryngitis for eight years, came to Ars: because of her illness she couldn’t speak and had to use signs or write on a slate instead. It was by the latter means that she informed the Curé of her illness. "Go and lay your slate on St. Phiomena’s altar", the abbé Vianney told her. She did so and was cured. A mother carried her paralysed son of eight into the sacristy for M. Vianney to bless. "That boy’s too heavy for you to carry", the Curé said. "Put him down and go and pray to St. Philomena." Clutching his mother’s hand, the boy staggered to the saint’s altar and knelt there. Three quarters of an hour later he was completely cured.

So many similar miracles took place that in the end the abbé Vianney had to ask the saint to work them in the sick person’s own parish, so that his own person might not become too notorious, for the hand of the child martyr was not always visible. One day a semi-paralysed woman on crutches approached the Curé as he was leaving the church for "La Providence". "Well, walk", the Curé said. The woman hesitated. "Do as you’re told", the abbé Vianney’s curate said. The woman let go of her crutches and walked. "And take your crutches with you", the Curé called after her in an attempt to hide the miracle from the crowd. On February I, 1850, a woman, deaf and blind as a result of brain fever, was brought before M. Vianney. He blessed her and at once she both saw and heard. "Your eyes are healed but you’ll become deaf again for another twelve years; such is God’s will", the Curé told her. The woman’s ears closed at once. On January 18, 1862, two years and five months after the Curé’s death, she recovered her hearing.

However, it was not only because of his humility that the Curé wanted to hide his miracles; it was also because he himself considered that people’s souls were more important than their bodies and that the afflictions of the latter were often a means of acquiring merit. This doctrine will offend an age in which progress seems to be measured in terms of the number of comforts one can cram into a transatlantic airplane. Of course, the fact that one philosophy is obviously false does not prove that its counterpart must be right. Even the normally worldly must be tempted to approve anchorites when they listen to crooners or watch fat women waddling into beauty parlours. It is the Curé’s own life that is the best answer to those who would question his wisdom; and the conversions that he made, no less than his miracles of healing, are a testimony to the favours which are granted to the integrally unworldly.

Even so humble a man as the Curé d’Ars must have known that it was himself that so many pilgrims came from so far to see. But he was never proud in word or thought. There was in him none of the vanity which one of the characters in Mr. Somerset Maugham’s Ashenden says "leers even cynically in the humility of the saint". M. Vianney was so humble that he was unaware of his own humility. "It’s a terrible thing to have to appear before God as a parish priest", he used to say, and almost gave way to despair at the thought that no parish priest had ever been canonised. I don’t suppose that he had heard of the contention of St. Odo of Cluny that the floor of hell is paved with the bald pates of clergymen. Nor had any need to know of this warning, any more than was he required to have read St. Thomas’ Summa. The Curé knew his theology intuitively and his virtues were as natural as his knowledge. If pilgrims came to Ars, he argued, and if conversions and miracles took place through the unworthy agency of so unimportant a priest as himself, it was only in order that the power of God might be more clearly shown.

Worldly honours came to the Curé although he tried to avoid them. In 1852 the new Bishop made an unexpected visit. The Curé hurried out of his confessional to offer incense and holy water to his ordinary and made a short speech of welcome. But when the Bishop tried to invest him with a Canon’s cape he protested. "Give it to my curate", he said. "It will suit him better than me." The new Canon had to be invested by force, and as soon as the Bishop had gone he sold the cape for fifty francs, which he gave to the poor. His cross of the Legion of Honour was seen by the public for the first time when it was placed on his coffin.

His humility was constantly put to proof. During the last twenty years at least of his life he must have known that he was considered a saint. The indiscreet deportment of many of the pilgrims could have left him in no doubt. Vulgar collectors of relics snipped pieces off his cassock as he passed through the throng and stole his breviary or his catechism from the pulpit when he preached. When he went to the barber he had to pick up the locks of his hair which had been cut off and burn them in his fireplace. Although he never allowed himself to be photographed, his portrait was on sale throughout the village. The Curé tolerated this only because it was a means for the shopkeepers to earn their livelihood. "They’ve made a new picture of me", he said one day to Catherine Lassagne. "It’s me all right this time. I look stupid, as stupid as a goose."

Until the pilgrimages began to swell in 1830 the Curé’s duties were not heavy, but after that they became overwhelming. For thirteen years, until his illness in 1843, he spent sixteen or eighteen hours a day in the confessional, preached, said his office, and carried out his ordinary work as a parish priest without a curate. And when the Bishop did send him a curate, he sent him a bumptious oaf an abbé Raymond, who had recently been Curé of Savigneux and now thought that he had been appointed Curé of Ars. He signed as such in the baptismal register. He even contradicted the abbé Vianney publicly from the pulpit. How did the Curé take it? "I regret only one thing," he said later about the abbé Raymond, "and that is that I didn’t learn more from his example; I count, however, on the tender and fatherly affection which he bore me."

The wickedness of the world hurt the Curé because he saw it as a deliberate laceration of the goodness of God. As he sat in his confessional he wept that men could be so mean. And as he suffered in his soul so he suffered in his body. On his left arm he wore an iron band with four spikes on the inside. For fifteen years he was tortured from acute neuralgia contracted through deliberately sleeping in a damp room in the presbytery. Lack of exercise brought on fainting fits which made it necessary for him to be bled once a year. He had such violent toothaches that he had to ask the schoolteacher to pull out several of his teeth with pliers. In the confessional his headaches were so severe that he often had to sit with a poultice on his forehead. And still he wore his hair-shirt and scourged himself in his room.

Toward the end of his life his sufferings became more and more terrible. He kept fainting in the confessional, and in the pulpit his voice was so feeble that the congregation could scarcely hear what he was saying. They could, however, see him weeping and smiling as he preached, and occasionally they were rewarded with an audible and slightly acidulous witticism. "The Emperor has done fine things, but he’s forgotten some thing. He ought to have made doors larger so that crinolines could get through."

Such a rebuke may recall the Hibernian fulminations of the 1920s against the scantiness rather than the volume of apparel. And indeed the Curé of Ars ruled his parish a l’irlandaise and was almost certainly the only priest in France who could do so. He was conscious, too, of his own power. "Listen, we’re not in England", he said to a female busybody who was trying to show him how to run the parish. "In England it is Queen Victoria who gives orders; here it is I."

For during the last years of his life the Curé encountered none of the opposition by which he had been faced when he first came to Ars. Quite apart from the fact that the worldly tolerate sanctity more readily in the old than in the young, the heroism of his life had made even the most recalcitrant love him. And among the new righteous there were perhaps some who kept the Commandments more to please their Curé than to please God. In 1818 there were few men in the parish who made their Easter duties; in 1859 there were fewer who failed to make them.

During the thirty years in which the Curé sat day and night in his confessional philosophies were being hatched which were to rock the world even more than the French Revolution of 1789. Darwin was preparing The Orzgin of Species and Ernest Renan left the Church. In his high house in Passy, Honoré de Balzac was writing his La Comédie Humaine, and the first rail ways were built. Two more revolutions took place in France. Slowly but surely science, scepticism, disillusionment, speed, and greed were setting the stage for the tragedies of 1914 and 1939.

As he went to and fro between his church and his presbytery the Curé must have heard some echo of the rumblings in the outside world. Some even say that he foretold the war of 1914, but whether this is true or false he must have known that men were marching toward disaster. His remedy was simple, and he preached it with his lips and with his life: the practice of integral Christianity. He was a parish priest and his pulpit was in Ars, but to the people of Ars he told the truth with such simple sincerity that people from all over the world came to listen to him.

In the last seven months of his life a hundred thousand pilgrims came to Ars. His "catechisms", Msgr. Trochu says, were a long string of exclamations and tears. He could speak only with difficulty and his feeble words were cut short by coughing fits. He was too ill to scourge himself any more. In his bed he lay sleepless, but he still rose at midnight and went across to the church to hear confessions. On the feast of Corpus Christi he was too weak to carry the Blessed Sacrament in procession, but could only hold the monstrance in his hands to bless the people. And still he wept as he wondered: "I do not know if I have carried out properly the functions of my ministry."

He foretold that his death would take place at the beginning of August, 1859. On July 29, although very ill, he rose at one o’clock and went down to the church. During the day the heat was so intense that he fainted several times in the confessional and had to be taken out of the church to get air. At eleven o’clock, before preaching his "catechism", he asked for a little wine and drank it from the hollow of his hand. When he climbed up into his little pulpit his voice was so frail that nobody could hear what he was saying; but the congregation knew that he was talking about the Eucharist, because he kept looking at the tabernacle.

At one o’clock the next morning he knocked on the floor of his room. Catherine Lassagne came running. "It’s my poor end", he said. "Go and fetch the Curé of Jassans." He was so ill that he did not protest when they slid a proper mattress on top of his pallet of straw. He swallowed all the medicines they gave him. The only complaint he made was when a nun flapped away the flies from his forehead. "Leave me alone with my poor flies", he said. "Sin’s the only thing that worries me."

He made his confession humbly and coherently to the Curé of Jassans. At three o’clock in the afternoon he received Viaticum. A procession of twenty priests carrying lighted tapers preceded the Blessed Sacrament. When they knelt round the bed the heat was so great that they had to extinguish the candies. The abbé Vianney wept. "It is sad to receive Communion for the last time," he said.

But even on his deathbed he was not allowed the solitude which he desired so greatly. People came with rosaries and medals to be blessed, and to be blessed themselves. Unable to speak, the Curé raised his hand and made a feeble sign of the cross.

On August 3 he was still alive. At seven o’clock that evening the Bishop of Belley came. The Curé was too ill to speak and could only smile. The Bishop kissed him and went down into the church to pray for him. At two o’clock the next morning Jean-Marie-Baptiste Vianney, Curé of Ars for more than forty-one years, died; he was seventy-three years old.

Miracles continued to be wrought through the intercession of the Curé of Ars after his death. He was beatified on January 8, 1905, and canonised on May 31, 1925, a fortnight after St. Thérèse of Lisieux. Although this juxtaposition may have been accidental, the lesson seems clear. In an age whose selfishness and rationalism led inevitably to the tragedies of today, both Jean-Marie-Baptiste Vianney and St. Thérèse of Lisieux lived by sacrifice and faith. To those who contend that their example has been without effect Maxence van der Meersch cites the resignation, the courage and the fortitude which mil lions have acquired through praying at their tombs. It is true that if we all lived as they wanted us to live there might be no radios, refrigerators, or air conditioned movie houses; but there might also be no bomber airplanes and no angry poor to train their cannon on civiisation. NOTES

[1] Jean-Marie Vianney took the additional name of Baptiste when he was confirmed.

[2] Viking, 1946.

[3] These were added by M. Vianney when he enlarged the church.

[4] Until 1834, he completed all his morning activities without breaking his fast until he had this noon meal, sometimes twelve hours after rising.

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"Defending the Faith of our Fathers!"


St. John Vianney on Temptation

(Two short sermons)


Temptation is necessary to us to make us realize that we are nothing in ourselves. St. Augustine tells us that we should thank God as much for the sins from which He has preserved us as for those which He has had the charity to forgive us. If we have the misfortune to fall so often into the snares of the Devil, we set ourselves up again too much on the strength of our own resolutions and promises and too little upon the strength of God. This is very true.

When we do nothing to be ashamed of, when everything is going along according to our wishes, we dare to believe that nothing could make us fall. We forget our own nothingness and our utter weakness. We make the most delightful protestations that we are ready to die rather than to allow ourselves to be conquered. We see a splendid example of this in St. Peter, who told our Lord that although all others might be scandalized in Him, yet he would never deny Him.

Alas! To show him how man, left to himself, is nothing at all, God made use, not of kings or princes or weapons, but simply of the voice of a maidservant, who even appeared to speak to him in a very indifferent sort of way. A moment ago, he was ready to die for Him, and now Peter protests that he does not even know Him, that he does not know about whom they are speaking. To assure them even more vehemently that he does not know Him, he swears an oath about it. Dear Lord, what we are capable of when we are left to ourselves!

There are some who, in their own words, are envious of the saints who did great penances. They believe that they could do as well. When we read the lives of some of the martyrs, we would, we think, be ready to suffer all that they suffered for God; the moment is shortlived, we say, for an eternity of reward. But what does God do to teach us to know ourselves or, rather, to know that we are nothing? This is all He does: He allows the Devil to come a little closer to us. Look at this Christian who a moment ago was quite envious of the hermit who lived solely on roots and herbs and who made the stern resolution to treat his body as harshly. Alas! A slight headache, a prick of a pin, makes him, as big and strong as he is, sorry for himself. He is very upset. He cries with pain. A moment ago he would have been willing to do all the penances of the anchorites--and the merest trifle makes him despair!

Look at this other one, who seems to want to give his whole life for God, whose ardor all the torments there are cannot damp. A tiny bit of scandalmongering ... a word of calumny ... even a slightly cold reception or a small injustice done to him ... a kindness returned by ingratitude ... immediately gives birth in him to feelings of hatred, of revenge, of dislike, to the point, often, of his never wishing to see his neighbor again or at least of treating him coldly with an air which shows very plainly what is going on in his heart. And how many times is this his waking thought, just as it was the thought that almost prevented him from sleeping? Alas, my dear brethren, we are poor stuff, and we should count very little upon our good resolutions!


Whom does the devil pursue most? Perhaps you are thinking that it must be those who are tempted most; these would undoubtedly be the habitual drunkards, the scandalmongers, the immodest and shameless people who wallow in moral filth, and the miser, who hoards in all sorts of ways. No, my dear brethren, no, it is not these people. On the contrary, the Devil despises them, or else he holds onto them, lest they not have a long enough time in which to do evil, because the longer they live, the more their bad example will drag souls into Hell. Indeed, if the Devil had pursued this lewd and shameless old fellow too closely, he might have shortened the latter's life by fifteen or twenty years, and he would not then have destroyed the virginity of that young girl by plunging her into the unspeakable mire of his indecencies; he would not, again, have seduced that wife, nor would he have taught his evil lessons to that young man, who will perhaps continue to practice them until his death. If the Devil had prompted this thief to rob on every occasion, he would long since have ended on the scaffold and so he would not have induced his neighbor to follow his example. If the Devil had urged this drunkard to fill himself unceasingly with wine, he would long ago have perished in his debaucheries, instead of which, by living longer, he has made many others like himself. If the Devil had taken away the life of this musician, of that dancehall owner, of this cabaret keeper, in some raid or scuffle, or on any other occasion, how many souls would there be who, without these people, would not be damned and who now will be) St. Augustine teaches us that the Devil does not bother these people very much; on the contrary, he despises them and spits upon them.

So, you will ask me, who then are the people most tempted? They are these, my friends; note them carefully. The people most tempted are those who are ready, with the grace of God, to sacrifice everything for the salvation of their poor souls, who renounce all those things which most people eagerly seek. It is not one devil only who tempts them, but millions seek to entrap them. We arc told that St. Francis of Assisi and all his religious were gathered on an open plain, where they had built little huts of rushes. Seeing the extraordinary penances which were being practiced, St. Francis ordered that all instruments of penance should be brought out, whereupon his religious produced them in bundles. At this moment there was one young man to whom God gave the grace to see his Guardian Angel. On the one side he saw all of these good religious, who could not satisfy their hunger for penance, and, on the other, his Guardian Angel allowed him to see a gathering of eighteen thousand devils, who were holding counsel to see in what way they could subvert these religious by temptation. One of the devils said: "You do not understand this at all. These religious are so humble; ah, what wonderful virtue, so detached from themselves, so attached to God! They have a superior who leads them so well that it is impossible to succeed in winning them over. Let us wait until their superior is dead, and then we shall try to introduce among them young people without vocations who will bring about a certain slackening of spirit, and in this way we shall gain them."

A little further on, as he entered the town, he saw a devil, sitting by himself beside the gate into the town, whose task was to tempt all of those who were inside. This saint asked his Guardian Angel why it was that in order to tempt this group of religious there had been so many thousands of devils while for a whole town there was but one-and that one sitting down. His good angel told him that the people of the town had not the same need of temptations, that they had enough bad in themselves, while the religious were doing good despite all the traps which the Devil could lay for them.

The first temptation, my dear brethren, which the Devil tries on anyone who has begun to serve God better is in the matter of human respect. He will no longer dare to be seen around; he will hide himself from those with whom heretofore he had been mixing and pleasure seeking. If he should be told that he has changed a lot, he will be ashamed of it! What people are going to say about him is continually in his mind, to the extent that he no longer has enough courage to do good before other people. If the Devil cannot get him back through human respect, he will induce an extraordinary fear to possess him that his confessions are not good, that his confessor does not understand him, that whatever he does will be all in vain, that he will be damned just the same, that he will achieve the same result in the end by letting everything slide as by continuing to fight, because the occasions of sin will prove too many for him.

Why is it, my dear brethren, that when someone gives no thought at all to saving his soul, when he is living in sin, he is not tempted in the slightest, but that as soon as he wants to change his life, in other words, as soon as the desire to give his life to God comes to him, all Hell falls upon him? Listen to what St. Augustine has to say: "Look at the way," he tells us, "in which the Devil behaves towards the sinner. He acts like a jailer who has a great many prisoners locked up in his prison but who, because he has the key in his pocket, is quite happy to leave them, secure in the knowledge that they cannot get out. This is his way of dealing with the sinner who does not consider the possibility of leaving his sin behind. He does not go to the trouble of tempting him. He looks upon this as time wasted because not only is the sinner not thinking of leaving him, but the Devil does not desire to multiply his chains. It would be pointless, therefore, to tempt him. He allows him to live in peace, if, indeed, it is possible to live in peace when one is in sin. He hides his state from the sinner as much as is possible until death, when he then tries to paint a picture of his life so terrifying as to plunge him into despair. But with anyone who has made up his mind to change his life, to give himself up to God, that is another thing altogether."

While St. Augustine lived in sin and evil, he was not aware of anything by which he was tempted. He believed himself to be at peace, as he tells us himself. But from the moment that he desired to turn his back upon the Devil, he had to struggle with him, even to the point of losing his breath in the fight. And that lasted for five years. He wept the most bitter of tears and employed the most austere of penances: "I argued with him," he says, "in my chains. One day I thought myself victorious, the next I was prostrate on the earth again. This cruel and stubborn war went on for five years. However, God gave me the grace to be victorious over my enemy."

You may see, too, the struggle which St. Jerome endured when he desired to give himself to God and when he had the thought of visiting the Holy Land. When he was in Rome, he conceived a new desire to work for his salvation. Leaving Rome, he buried himself in a fearsome desert to give himself over to everything with which his love of God could inspire him. Then the Devil, who foresaw how greatly his conversion would affect others, seemed to burst with fury and despair. There was not a single temptation that he spared him. I do not believe that there is any saint who was as strongly tempted as he. This is how he wrote to one of his friends:

"My dear friend, I wish to confide in you about my affliction and the state to which the Devil seeks to reduce me. How many times in this vast solitude, which the heat of the sun makes insupportable, how many times the pleasures of Rome have come to assail me! The sorrow and the bitterness with which my soul is filled cause me, night and day, to shed floods of tears. I proceed to hide myself in the most isolated places to struggle with my temptations and there to weep for my sins. My body is all disfigured and covered with a rough hair shirt. I have no other bed than the naked ground and my only food is coarse roots and water, even in my illnesses. In spite of all these rigors, my body still experiences thoughts of the squalid pleasures with which Rome is poisoned; my spirit finds itself in the midst of those pleasant companionships in which I so greatly offended God. In this desert to which I have condemned myself to avoid Hell, among these somber rocks, where I have no other companions than the scorpions and the wild beasts, my spirit still burns my body, already dead before myself, with an impure fire; the Devil still dares to offer it pleasures to taste. I behold myself so humiliated by these temptations, the very thought of which makes me die with horror, and not knowing what further austerities I should exert upon my body to attach it to God, that I throw myself on the ground at the foot of my crucifix, bathing it with my tears, and when I can weep no more I pick up stones and beat my breast with them until the blood comes out of my mouth, begging for mercy until the Lord takes pity upon me. Is there anyone who can understand the misery of my state, desiring so ardently to please God and to love Him alone? Yet I see myself constantly prone to offend Him. What sorrow this is for me! Help me, my dear friend, by the aid of your prayers, so that I may be stronger in repelling the Devil, who has sworn my eternal damnation."

These, my dear brethren, are the struggles to which God permits his great saints to be exposed. Alas, how we are to be pitied if we are not fiercely harried by the Devil! According to all appearances, we are the friends of the Devil: he lets us live in a false peace, he lulls us to sleep under the pretense that we have said some good prayers, given some alms, that we have done less harm than others. According to our standard, my dear brethren, if you were to ask, for instance, this pillar of the cabaret if the Devil tempted him, he would answer quite simply that nothing was bothering him at all. Ask this young girl, this daughter of vanity, what her struggles are like, and she will tell you laughingly that she has none at all, that she does not even know what it is to be tempted. There you see, my dear brethren, the most terrifying temptation of all, which is not to be tempted. There you see the state of those whom the Devil is preserving for Hell. If I dared, I would tell you that he takes good care not to tempt or torment such people about their past lives, lest their eyes be opened to their sins.

The greatest of all evils is not to be tempted because there are then grounds for believing that the Devil looks upon us as his property and that he is only awaiting our deaths to drag us into Hell. Nothing could be easier to understand. just consider the Christian who is trying, even in a small way, to save his soul. Everything around him inclines him to evil; he can hardly lift his eyes without being tempted, in spite of all his prayers and penances. And yet a hardened sinner, who for the past twenty years has been wallowing in sin, will tell you that he is not tempted! So much the worse, my friend, so much the worse! That is precisely what should make you tremble-that you do not know what temptations arc. For to say that you are not tempted is like saying the Devil no longer exists or that he has lost all his rage against Christian souls. "If you have no temptations," St. Gregory tells us, "it is because the devils are your friends, your leaders, and your shepherds. And by allowing you to pass your poor life tranquilly, to the end of your days, they will drag you down into the depths." St. Augustine tells us that the greatest temptation is not to have temptations because this means that one is a person who has been rejected, abandoned by God, and left entirely in the grip of one's own passions.



1 posted on 08/04/2002 7:34:52 PM PDT by Lady In Blue
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To: *Catholic_list; father_elijah; Salvation; Siobhan; nickcarraway; NYer; american colleen; JMJ333; ...
2 posted on 08/04/2002 7:37:19 PM PDT by Lady In Blue
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CIN really has some good writers don't they? I really enjoyed this piece.
3 posted on 08/04/2002 8:28:08 PM PDT by JMJ333
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To: sitetest
Speaking of the Cur of Ars...LIB is always more in tune with who and what to post than me. ;)
4 posted on 08/04/2002 8:31:23 PM PDT by JMJ333
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I've searched through so many sites that I don't really remember the other writers on CIN.But I sure did like this article very much.In one of the Cure's sermons(on not being tempted)was really scary!
5 posted on 08/04/2002 8:42:22 PM PDT by Lady In Blue
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Dear JMJ and LIB,

Thanks for this post. Our substitute priest (our pastor is on vacation) gave a wonderful homily on St. John Vianney, today. For those who think "N.O." priests never talk about these things, he discussed: sin; temptation; Hell; confession; grace of frequent use of the sacraments; and that St. John Vianney prays with us when we pray for grace to overcome sin in our lives.

After Mass, he said he thought he could see vocations in my sons. ;-)


6 posted on 08/04/2002 8:42:48 PM PDT by sitetest
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You're welcome,sitetest. That substitute priest at your parish sounds wonderful! Was he from a religious order? What did your boys say when father said that they looked like candidates for the priesthood? I loved that he said that.I think it's great when priest mention the priesthood.It's almost like they're really pushing it and I'm sure that they are! There's a priest that helps out at our parish who frequently bring up the lack of priests.
7 posted on 08/04/2002 9:06:53 PM PDT by Lady In Blue
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I posted a thread on John of the Cross tonight and it was by another author from CIN. I read through many also before deciding to post and found that I liked CIN's the best, as it was the most complete and gave the best picture. I did scratch around for some graphics to go with it, as I am sure you did too.
8 posted on 08/04/2002 9:08:31 PM PDT by JMJ333
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I just came from your thread.Beautiful and very thorough.I believe that you are right about CIN writers!
9 posted on 08/04/2002 9:34:52 PM PDT by Lady In Blue
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I am glad to have them as a resource.

I know some of St. Vianney's sermons were a little scary, but I like the fact that back then they could actually say the truth and not be drawn and quartered. I wish we could go back to that medieval mindset, where sovereignty rests in God instead of the people.

Prayer for Parish Priests by Saint John Vianney

Dear Saint John Vianney, your childhood dream was to be a Priest, to win souls for God. You endured years of toil and humiliation to attain the Priesthood. You became a Priest truly after God's own heart, outstanding in humulity and poverty; prayer and mortification. Totally devoted to the service of God's people. The Church has exalted you as model and patron saint of all Parish Priest, trusting that your example and prayers will help them to live up to the high dignity of their vocation to be faithful servants of God's people, to be perfect imitators of Christ the Savior Who came not to be served but to serve, to give His Life in ransom for many.

Pray that God may give to His Church today many more Priests after His own Heart. Pray for all the Priests under your patronage, that they may be worthy representatives of Christ the Good Shepherd. May they wholeheartedly devote themselves to prayer and penance; be examples of humility and poverty; shining modelss of holiness; tireless and powerful preachers of the Word of God; zealous dispensers of God's Grace in the Sacraments. May their loving devotion to Jesus in the Eucharist and to Mary His Mother be the Twin Fountains of fruitfulness for their ministry. Amen.

10 posted on 08/04/2002 9:46:21 PM PDT by JMJ333
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Will read this tomorrow.
11 posted on 08/04/2002 11:13:26 PM PDT by Salvation
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BTTT of St. John Vianney feast day, August 4, 2994!

12 posted on 08/04/2004 7:03:57 AM PDT by Salvation (†With God all things are possible.†)
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To: Lady In Blue

BTTT on the Memorial of St. John Mary Vianney, August 4, 2005!

13 posted on 08/04/2005 9:37:43 AM PDT by Salvation (†With God all things are possible.†)
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American Catholic’s Saint of the Day

August 4, 2005
St. John Vianney

A man with vision overcomes obstacles and performs deeds that seem impossible. John Vianney was a man with vision: He wanted to become a priest. But he had to overcome his meager formal schooling, which inadequately prepared him for seminary studies.

His failure to comprehend Latin lectures forced him to discontinue. But his vision of being a priest urged him to seek private tutoring. After a lengthy battle with the books, John was ordained.

Situations calling for “impossible” deeds followed him everywhere. As pastor of the parish at Ars, John encountered people who were indifferent and quite comfortable with their style of living. His vision led him through severe fasts and short nights of sleep. (Some devils can only be cast out by prayer and fasting.)

With Catherine Lassagne and Benedicta Lardet, he established La Providence, a home for girls. Only a man of vision could have such trust that God would provide for the spiritual and material needs of all those who came to make La Providence their home.

His work as a confessor is John Vianney’s most remarkable accomplishment. In the winter months he was to spend 11 to 12 hours daily reconciling people with God. In the summer months this time was increased to 16 hours. Unless a man was dedicated to his vision of a priestly vocation, he could not have endured this giving of self day after day.

Many people look forward to retirement and taking it easy, doing the things they always wanted to do but never had the time. But John Vianney had no thoughts of retirement. As his fame spread, more hours were consumed in serving God’s people. Even the few hours he would allow himself for sleep were disturbed frequently by the devil.

Who, but a man with vision, could keep going with ever-increasing strength?


Indifference toward religion, coupled with a love for material comfort, seem to be common signs of our times. A person from another planet observing us would not likely judge us to be pilgrim people, on our way to somewhere else. John Vianney, on the other hand, was a man on a journey with his goal before him at all times.


Recommending liturgical prayer, John Vianney would say, “Private prayer is like straw scattered here and there: If you set it on fire it makes a lot of little flames. But gather these straws into a bundle and light them, and you get a mighty fire, rising like a column into the sky; public prayer is like that.”

14 posted on 08/04/2005 11:11:24 PM PDT by Salvation (†With God all things are possible.†)
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To: Lady In Blue

BTTT on the Memorial of St. John Mary Vianney, August 4, 2006!

15 posted on 08/04/2006 8:44:39 AM PDT by Salvation (†With God all things are possible.†)
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To: Lady In Blue

BTTT on the Memorial of St. John Mary Vianney, August 4, 2007!

16 posted on 08/04/2007 8:55:58 AM PDT by Salvation (†With God all things are possible.†)
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To: Lady In Blue
St. John Mary Vianney, priest

Saint John Mary Vianney, Priest
Cure of Ars
August 4th

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(1786-1859) Born new Lyons, France, he was ordained in 1815 in Grenoble, and in 1818 was assigned to the parish of Ars, where he spent the rest of his life. He was best known for his steadfast care of souls, for his spirit of prayer and mortification and, above all, for his tireless dedication to the Sacrament of Penance. He spent most of his life in the confessional, drawing energy from his intimate and constant friendship with our Lord in the Eucharist. Pius XI declared him Patron of Parish Priest.

Source: Daily Roman Missal, Edited by Rev. James Socías, Midwest Theological Forum, Chicago, Illinois ©2003

Father of mercy,
you made St. John Vianney outstanding
in his priestly zeal and concern for your people.
By his example and prayers,
enable us to win our brothers and sisters
to the love of Christ
and come with them to eternal 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.

First Reading:Ezekiel 3:17-21
At the end of seven days, the word of the Lord came to me: "Son of man, I have made you a watchman for the house of Israel; whenever you hear a word from My mouth, you shall give them warning from Me. If I say to the wicked, 'You shall surely die,' and you give him no warning, nor speak to warn the wicked from his wicked way, in order to save his life, that wicked man shall die in his iniquity; but his blood I will require at your hand. But if you warn the wicked, and he does not turn from his wickedness, or from his wicked way, he shall die in his iniquity; but you will have saved your life. Again, if a righteous man turns from his righteousness and commits iniquity, and I lay a stumbling block before him, he shall die; because you have not warned him, he shall die for his sin, and his righteous deeds which he has done shall not be remembered; but his blood I will require at your hand. Nevertheless if you warn the righteous man not to sin, and he does not sin, he shall surely live, because he took warning; and you will have saved your life."

Gospel Reading:Matthew 9:35-10:1
Jesus went about all the cities and villages, teaching in their synagogues and preaching the gospel of the kingdom, and healing every disease and every infirmity. When He saw the crowds, He had compassion for them, because they were harassed and helpless, like sheep without a shepherd. Then He said to His disciples, "The harvest is plentiful, but the laborers are few; pray therefore the Lord of the harvest to send out laborers into His harvest."

And He called to Him His twelve disciples and gave them authority over unclean spirits, to cast them out, and to heal every disease and every infirmity.

St. John Vianney Prayer

"O my God, come to me, so that You may dwell in me and I may dwell in you."

17 posted on 08/04/2008 8:50:24 AM PDT by Salvation (†With God all things are possible.†)
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To: Lady In Blue
Novena In Honor Of Saint John Marie Vianney
Curé d'Ars: Model Priest [Year of the Priest]
Pope: There's an Answer to Empty Confessionals [Catholic Caucus]
St. John Vianney's Pastoral Plan
Sermons of St. John Vianney - Cure of Ars » Lost Works

Sermons of St. John Vianney - Cure of Ars » Have You Religion in Your Heart?
Sermons of St. John Vianney - Cure of Ars: The Dreadful State of the Lukewarm Soul (Catholic Caucus)
Play about life of St. John Vianney to tour U.S. in 2009
Aug 4, St. John Marie Vianney - Patron of Parish Priests
Centuries Old Relic (heart of St. John Vianney) Comes To U.S.

Sainted priest’s heart - Thousands await chance to see incorrupt relic
Saint's heart to go on display>
Excerpts from the Sermons of the Cure of Ars
St. John Vianney’s Pastoral Plan
Relics of Curé of Ars Make Stop in Papal Chapel

HOMILY by St. Jean Baptiste Marie Vianney, the Curé of Ars CHARITY
St John Vianney, Patron of Parish Priests(1786-1859)[Cure of Ars]
News from the Apostolic Administration of St. John Vianney Fall 2002, Volume 1 - Number 1
The Cure Of Ars: Jean-Marie Vianney
“Oh, how great is a priest!" [The Curé d'Ars regarding bishops/priests)

18 posted on 08/04/2009 9:38:38 AM PDT by Salvation (With God all things are possible.)
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