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Prayer expansion to the passive

…the soul at this point now has both the substance and the habit of the spirit of meditation.  The goal of reasoning and meditation on the things of God is gaining some knowledge and love of God.  Each time that the soul gains this through meditation, there is an action.  And just as many actions, of whatever kind, end by forming a habit in the soul, many of these actions of loving knowledge that the soul has been making one after another from time to time come through repetition to be so continuous in it that they become habitual.

God wants souls to achieve this end without the intervention of actions by setting them at once in contemplation.  So what previously the soul was gaining gradually through its labor of meditation on particular facts has now through practice changed into a habit of loving knowledge, of a general kind, and not distinct as before.

Therefore, when the soul gives itself to prayer it is now like one to whom water has been brought, so that he drinks peacefully, without labor, and is no longer forced to draw the water through the aqueducts of past meditations and forms and figures.  Then, as soon as the soul comes before God, it makes an act of knowledge, loving, passive, and tranquil, in which it drinks of wisdom and love and delight.  –St John of the Cross ‘Ascent of Mount Carmel’ presented by Henry L. Carrigan Jr.

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A day of with the Eucharist and St Peter Julian Eymard

Two quotes from St Peter Julian Eymard, and a third from his biography by Father Andre Guitton

“Live on the divine Eucharist, like the Hebrews did on the Manna. Your soul can be entirely dedicated to the divine Eucharist and very holy in the midst of your work and contacts with the world.”

“Keep your soul at peace, in order to be able to be attentive and very faithful to the inner movement of the Holy Spirit.”

“O Raphael, (Archangel) I can remember very clearly that afternoon when I ran out of this room, down the stairs, and out the front door. I ran into the church with all the energy of a five-year-old. It was empty. I did something so out of place. I climbed and sat on the table of the altar and I just leaned my head against the tabernacle. My sister, Marianne, asked me, “What are you doing there?” I quickly answered, ‘I am near Jesus and I’m listening to him.’ Marianne had a difficult time explaining this to our dear mother.

God is good. The day retreat at St. Paschal Baylon and the Congregation of the Blessed Sacrament proved edifying. Tomorrow morning is the second, calling forth a five AM start of the day. Three mysteries of the Rosary with quality devout fellowship. I am being absolutely blessed with spiritual exercises in abundance. I am mentally exhausted after ten hours of discussions, a Holy Hour, prayers, song, meals, and mass. St Eymard has etched his way into my consciousness. The priest of the Congregation of the Blessed Sacrament are a special bunch of religious men. Conspicuous in his absence, Father Paul Bernier is out of town. Matters were easily made comfortable after attending the cook-out and encountering several people from St Paul’s Shrine.

The Eucharistic retreat was a hallowed time amongst a mature and adolescent crowd. The teens on retreat joined us for several events, including sharing lunch with us and mass. The organizer of the teen retreat had the teens break up and sit within the adult groups. Interspersed amongst the lectures, we would gather in smaller groups of eight to ten. In total, there were six smaller groups. The groups held steady throughout the day, allowing intimacy to develop. Two female teens joined our group. Enthused, the girls provided inspiration and intelligence. I am deeply touched when sharing faith with young people

No more. I read and retire, excited to wake early for excellent fellowship and resounding Rosaries before a favorite statue of Mary. I will take a photo for posting. I find the photo of St Peter Julian Eymard absolutely fascinating. The history of the photographic camera dates back to the 1840’s in regards to substantial technological advancements. I am not sure of the date of the photograph, although St. Eymard passed away in 1868. He would have been alive and active in France during the Lourdes apparitions occurring in 1858 and the papal defining, Pope Pius IX, of Mary as free from sin, the Immaculate Conception, in 1854.

St Peter Julian Eymard

St Peter Julian Eymard

 

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Jesu, Joy of Man’s Desiring

Jesu, joy of man’s desiring, Holy wisdom, love most bright; Drawn by Thee, our souls aspiring Soar to uncreated light.

Word of God, our flesh that fashioned, With the fire of life impassioned, Striving still to truth unknown, Soaring, dying round Thy throne.

Through the way where hope is guiding, Hark, what peaceful music rings; Where the flock, in Thee confiding, Drink of joy from deathless springs.

Theirs is beauty’s fairest pleasure; Theirs is wisdom’s holiest treasure. Thou dost ever lead Thine own In the love of joys unknown.

This hymn sweeps me away every time it is sung.  The words poetically express personal yearnings.  Beautifully, succinctly, it praises the majesty of God beyond human understanding.  That which can be perceived in the deepest of prayer, quietness and stillness before the Eucharist.  That which is hoped for every moment reposed within the presence of God.  That which is tasted during the Holy Sacrifice of the Mass.  That which is touched when our hearts are opened through the acquiescing of pride and free will, holding tightly to the virtues of love and humility.  That I hear within the singing of this hymn. The words are from the poet laureate Robert Bridges, centering the words upon the last movement of Bach’s “Heart and Mouth and Deed and Life”.

During meditation before the Eucharist, I felt the desire to stress my interior vision of Christ the majority of time I am quieting myself.  It is the resurrected Christ in all of his magnificence, radiant in luminescence, I visualize in prayer.  The Divine Mercy Christ, touching his heart, rays of bluish white and red pouring forth.  The infant Jesus is recognized at times, the Liturgical season and the Rosary guiding imagery.  Yesterday, I posted a video with microscopic images of sperm cells actively swimming about, life striving, passionate to become embodied.  Such a delightful mystery to observe.  The Holy Spirit within the miracle of life.  The splendor enlarges when the realization of the Holy Spirit impregnating the obedient Mary.  What a wonder.  A Polish priest I knew remarked that there it was, that was the defining moment of mankind.  Mary’s fiat, and then within her womb the conceiving of Jesus, One of Three.  The Word incarnate.  The Divine baby poor in utter simplicity, during the travels of holy common, poor working parents, Saint Joseph and the eventual Queen of Heaven.  How could she not become the Queen of Heaven after all of that?  The Infant of Prague provides blessing, a testament to my friend Janette in Toledo. Sister Patricia told me, vague on why, or sources, yet she said “James you realize Jesus, eternal in being, was always going to come. God always intended His Divine Incarnation. Before original sin, Jesus was destined for birth, the ultimate grace to mankind”. The teacher Jesus, the man Jesus, the wise, unassuming, kind, compassionate, obedient, insightful, and also passionate when it came to His Father is also an image.  The proclamation of the Kingdom of God is the third mystery of the Luminous mysteries.  The Beatitudes.  Then the most striking, the most penetrating image of Jesus within prayer is the Passion of Christ.  The crucifixion propels forward the deepest message of the life of Jesus, the piercing of the heart of Mary.  His death defines the greatest. Sister Patricia remarks “His death, His passion and crucifixion was not God’s intent. It was a consequence”. May the blood of Jesus always wash over my heart nurturing love and humility within my disposition.

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Burrowing inward

…I received your letter…written in your hand. It has given me more than a little joy in our Lord to learn from it of matters that are drawn rather from an interior experience than from anything external; an experience which our Lord in His infinite Goodness usually gives to those souls who render themselves entirely to Him as the beginning, middle and end of all our good.  –St Ignatius

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Realizing and relishing through prayer

“For it is not knowing much, but realizing and relishing things interiorly, that contents and satisfies the soul.”  –St Ignatius

Moved interiorly, feeling silent, creative juices flowing, quiet in being, another Spanish saint marches into definitude. Listening to the ‘Autobiography of St Ignatius’. The storyteller in me marvels at the feats of the young worldly Ignatius. A man of war his ability to endure pain astounds. I think many before modern medicine experienced pain on an intense level I have never known, nor will know. Medical treatment, no anesthesia, must have been horrible. Years later, 16th century, St Jane de Chantel would lose her husband to a hunting accident, a hunting companion errantly shooting him in the leg. He survived the gunshot, however nine days of medical surgeries and treatment killed him. In a fascinating way the body was a source of torment in medieval days that proved peculiar, spiritually bountiful. St Ignatius would begin his conversion bedridden. Numerous saints suffered, stricken to the prone position, isolated from activity and the world. In all honesty, there must have been an awareness medical treatment could just as likely kill you as save your life. Divine providence, hope through God, centering within collective consciousness.

Here is the beginning of St Ignatius autobiography, the words dictated to a scribe.

LIFE Up to his twenty-sixth year the heart of Ignatius was enthralled by the vanities of the world. His special delight was in the military life, and he seemed led by a strong and empty desire of gaining for himself a great name. The citadel of Pampeluna was held in siege…All the other soldiers were unanimous in wishing to surrender on condition of freedom to leave, since it was impossible to hold out any longer; but Ignatius so persuaded the commander, that, against the views of all the other nobles, he decided to hold the citadel against the enemy.

 …After the walls were destroyed, Ignatius stood fighting bravely until a cannon ball of the enemy broke one of his legs and seriously injured the other.

When he fell, the citadel was surrendered. When the French took possession of the town, they showed great admiration for Ignatius. After twelve or fifteen days at Pampeluna, where he received the best care from the physicians of the French army, he was borne on a litter to Loyola. His recovery was very slow, and doctors and surgeons were summoned from all parts for a consultation. They decided that the leg should be broken again, that the bones, which had knit badly, might be properly reset; for they had not been properly set in the beginning, or else had been so jostled on the journey that a cure was impossible. He submitted to have his flesh cut again. During the operation, as in all he suffered before and after, he uttered no word and gave no sign of suffering save that of tightly clenching his fists.

In the meantime his strength was failing. He could take no food, and showed other symptoms of approaching death. On the feast of St. John the doctors gave up hope of his recovery, and he was advised to make his confession. Having received the sacraments on the eve of the feasts of Sts. Peter and Paul, toward evening the doctors said that if by the middle of the night there were no change for the better, he would surely die. He had great devotion to St. Peter, and it so happened by the goodness of God that in the middle of the night he began to grow better.

His recovery was so rapid that in a few days he was out of danger. As the bones of his leg settled and pressed upon each other, one bone protruded below the knee. The result was that one leg was shorter than the other, and the bone causing a lump there, made the leg seem quite deformed. As he could not bear this, since he intended to live a life at court, he asked the doctors whether the bone could be cut away. They replied that it could, but it would cause him more suffering than all that had preceded, as everything was healed, and they would need space in order to cut it. He determined, however, to undergo this torture.

His elder brother looked on with astonishment and admiration. He said he could never have had the fortitude to suffer the pain which the sick man bore with his usual patience. When the flesh and the bone that protruded were cut away, means were taken to prevent the leg from becoming shorter than the other. For this purpose, in spite of sharp and constant pain, the leg was kept stretched for many days. Finally the Lord gave him health. He came out of the danger safe and strong with the exception that he could not easily stand on his leg, but was forced to lie in bed.

Informed of impending doom, the worldly St Ignatius greets St Peter in prayer.

Informed of impending doom, on his deathbed, the worldly St Ignatius greets St Peter in prayer.

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Mother McAuley

In silence and quiet the devout soul becomes familiar with God.

Prayer is a plant the seed of which is sown in the heart of every Christian, but its growth entirely depends on the care we take to nourish it.

Two Venerable Mother Catherine McAuley quotes combined, the essence of a prayer life before the Eucharist.

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Affirmation

Up and at’em, the second of the month and three Rosary mysteries at Tilma for the conversion of the world. Inspiring, uplifting communal prayer, fittingly coinciding with thought on community essential to prosperous practicing of the Catholic faith. During the prayers, before a wonderful nearly life-sized Immaculate Conception statue, a confidence centered in my being. An identity established, I trust in the Lord, poised in faith, hope, and charity. Everything being conducted affirms to the assertive. Frailties existing, self-patience enduring, I fear nothing. Details lacking, clarity refusing, optimism prevails. God is up to something, and I am pleased to smile in anticipation. A presence essential, St Paul’s resides within my reposing. More accurately, the Eucharist is constructing internally. I visualize the monstrance and presentation provided by the Poor Clares of Perpetual Adoration, yet precisely it is the Eucharist being celebrated. The Eucharist dominates my life, the source and summit of my strength. Now Lord, help me to discern proper service to my brothers and sisters. Use me please Lord, I am properly aligned, only growing stronger with the passing of time. I purchased a wonderful smaller collage of Father Solanus Casey. I felt drawn to it. It was a part of Jan Marie’s holy bartering section, a collection of items donated to her that she sells for whatever one can contribute. Regarding Father Solanus, I recalled staying at St Felix in Huntington, Indiana, now a retreat center.  I slept across the hall from Father Solanus Casey’s room.  The light was continuously left on in the room, with Father Solanus’ Capuchin habit draped across the bed. I felt privileged, establishing a connection with the simple friar of great reputation, praying for his protection throughout the night.

God’s plans are always for the best, always wonderful, But most especially for the patient and humble who trust in Him, are His plans infinitely holy and sublime.  –Venerable Father Solanus Casey

Father Solanus Casey, Capuchin priest and porter

Father Solanus Casey, Capuchin priest and porter

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