WINNIE
AND BELLA AT THE MOVIES!
Loving Father, touch him now with Your healing hands.
Cover him with the most precious blood of Your Son, our Lord, Jesus Christ from the top of his head to the soles of his feet.
Cast anything that should not be in him. Root out any unhealthy and abnormal cells. Open any blocked arteries or veins and rebuild and replenish any damaged areas.
Remove all inflammation and cleanse any infection by the power of Jesus’ precious blood.
Let the fire of Your healing love pass through his entire body to heal and make new any diseased areas so that his body will function the way you created it to function.
Touch also his mind and his emotion, even the deepest recesses of his heart.
Saturate his entire being with Your presence, love, joy and peace and draw him ever closer to You every moment of his life.
And Father, fill him with Your Holy Spirit and empower him to do Your works so that his life will bring glory and honor to Your holy name. We ask this in the name of the Lord Jesus Christ. Amen.
(paraphrased from prayer by St. Padre Pio )
Painting: Sheryl Moran, Minnesota- Pontifical North American College, Rome
SERVANT of GOD WALTER ELIAS CHANGO RONDEAU has been called the Carlos Acutis of Uruguay because
of his great devotion to the Eucharist and great desire to spread his love of
Christ.
On one
occasion, a classmate boasted that it had been quite some time since his last
confession or communion. Walter spoke to him about the importance of receiving
the sacraments and the presence of Jesus in them. This led to his classmate
returning to the sacraments.
He became involved in the parish, first as a catechist, then in charitable associations, with a special care of the poor: "What you give to a poor person, you give to Christ!"
He promoted the 1938 Eucharistic Congress in his homeland of Uruguay, working tirelessly. He had personally reproduced the congress logo and distributed copies to his neighbors so they could display them on their doors, thus creating an atmosphere for the event. But Walter didn't stop at mere publicity; he lived this moment as an apostolate, an opportunity to meet others and share the faith. During the diocesan process, one of the witnesses testified that Walter spoke to people with such eloquence that he seemed like a priest. However, Walter deeply felt his lay vocation and lived it with great commitment and dedication.
Shortly after, he was found to have intestinal tuberculosis. Treatments and operations were not a success. Despite the pain, he maintained his good humor, encouraging his family and friends. He remained serene: “We are not destined for this earth, but for God. It is to Him that we must go.” He had great fortitude in the face of suffering, a profound inner peace, with a joy which radiated to others.
With complete surrender to God's will, he said: “I am in God’s hands. May His will be done.”
“I die in
peace.” These are his last words, passing away with a smile on his lips.
When Walter fell ill with tuberculosis, his parents moved with him from the city to a more secluded, quiet, and wooded area, hoping the change of scenery would improve his health. The new house had a garden with a fountain. When Walter felt better and wasn't in bed, he would stroll through the garden or sit in the shade of a magnolia tree. One day, while in the garden with his mother, he said, "Mama, when I die, you must cover me with those roses." He said this while pointing to the rose bushes surrounding the old fountain.
When Walter died, his mother remembered his request for roses and went to the garden hoping to find at least one, but unfortunately, she found none. Later, people at the wake commented on the pleasant fragrance. The news quickly spread among those present: the magnolia and rose bushes were covered in blossoms. They cut the roses to place on the coffin, and they bloomed again.
His cause
for beatification was introduced in 2001. After 60 years his remains were transfered to the
Basilica of Our Lady of Mount Carmel of La Aguada.
The previous Blog dealt with the granddaughter of Salish CHIEF PAUL (BIG FACE) TJOLZHIYSAY, who between 1831 and 1839 sent four delegations to St. Louis requesting the Blackrobes (Jesuits) as their teachers. How did he hear about these missionaries and their religion?
When Christian Iroquois accompanied the European fur traders into the interior of North America in the early 19th century, they met the Salish and other peaceful tribes and settled among them and of course mentioned who taught them about the religion they would adopt. Chief Tjolzhitsay and his people were moved by what they heard and decided to send for these missionaries that they too might learn of this God.
September 24, 1841, Belgian born Father Pierre Jean DeSmet together with his fellow Jesuit missionaries, Fathers Gregory Mengarini and Nicolas Point, and three Lay Brothers arrived in the Bitterroot valley in the southwestern part of Montana.
From Father DeSmet’s journal:
Eight days afterwards we arrived safely in the camp of the Flat-heads, and
Ponderas, or Pends d'oreilles.' Immediately the whole village was in commotion
; men, women and children, all came to meet me, and shake hands, and I was
conducted in triumph to the lodge of the great chief Tjolizhitzay, (the Big
face.) He has the appearance of an old patriarch. Surrounded by the principal
chiefs of the two tribes, and the most renowned warriors, he thus addressed me:
"This day Kaikolinzosten (the Great Spirit) has accomplished our wishes, and our hearts are swelled with joy. Our desire to be instructed was so great, that three times had we deputed our people to the Great Black-gown in St. Louis, to obtain a father. Now, Father, speak, and we will comply with all you will tell us. Show us the road we have to follow, to come to the place where the Great Spirit resides."
Then he resigned his authority to me; but I replied that he mistook the object of my coming among them; that I had no other object in view, but their spiritual welfare; that with respect to temporal affairs, they should remain as they were, till circumstances should allow them to settle in a permanent spot.—Afterwards we deliberated on the hours proper for their spiritual exercises and instructions. One of the chiefs brought me a bell, with which I might give the signal.
Chief Big Face, nearly 90 years old, greeted the Blackrobes with great joy and was one of the first to be baptized, along with 350 others at the three forks of the Missouri River. He received then name of Paul. Only months later in 1841, after receiving his first Communion, he died.
When I first came to Our Lady of the Rock, nearly 40 years ago, we were reading at table A History of the Catholic Church in the Pacific Northwest 1743-1983 by Wilfred P. Schoenberg, S.J. of Gonzaga University. That tome, which is almost 900 pages, won the Washington Governor's Book Award. It was a fascinating reading, at times stranger and more adventuresome than fiction. While it took us 2 years to get through, it was nevr boring.
.
Why
saints? Venerable Thomas A Kempis (15th
C. monk & mystic) wrote: saints of God are friends in this life, guides
along the way, advisers in doubt.. guardians in dangers, attendants in battle,
defenders against the enemy, intercessors for sin, assistants at the last hour,
consolers during agony, advocates at judgment, patrons before God, and
welcoming friends in heaven…
In August, we presented some mystics and in September martyrs. The next two months, before Advent, we will cosider a miscellaneous group of holy people. The first two to be to be presented I am not sure will be canonized, but they have roots in our Pacific Northwest and their contribution to the early Church here is fascinating and lasting.
The people who called themselves, now commonly known as the The Coeur d’Alene Tribe (known as Schitsu'Umsh by the natives), have a legend about the coming of white men. Tradition says that Chief Circling Raven climbed a mountain on a vision quest and came back with a prophecy that two black-robed angels with white skin would come to teach his people of the great spirit.
Chief
Circling Raven’s granddaughter, SIUWHEEM, meaning “tranquil waters,” was among
the first to be baptized by Father Pierre-Jean De Smet in 1842. The black-robed
priest was setting up missions in the West, and he was then starting one near
present-day St. Maries in northern Idaho. Yet, even before the Black Robes
arrival she was living a virtuous life, practicing great charity among her
people. Her father was Chief "Twisted Earth". We know of her life because Father De Smet wrote of "the remarkable young woman" in 1865.
The St. Joseph’s Mission was constructed on the banks of the St. Joe River.
Frequent flooding at that site caused the missionaries to soon abandon it. They
moved to a hill overlooking the Coeur d’Alene River near present day Cataldo in
1846. They built what would become the Mission of the Sacred Heart there
between 1850 and 1853. It stands today as Idaho’s oldest building. On the way
to visit family in Couer d’Alene I would pass this very Hispanic looking church,
yet never stopped.
As a teenager Siuwheem married a member of the Spokane Tribe called Polotkin. Upon their baptism Father De Smet gave her the name Louise, and her husband the name Adolph, not only baptizing both but uniting them in marriage. From that point on Siuwheem was known as Louise Siuwheem Polotkin.
Louise became a talented translator and a fervent believer in the new religion the missionaries brought with them. She had a special love for children, especially girls, and took in several when their parents couldn’t care for them.
Louise Siuwheem has her own tribal legends. Two stories praise her for stopping
battles, first with Spokane Indians, and then with the Nez Perce.
She died in 1853 and is buried in the small cemetery on the grounds of the Mission of the Sacred Heart, which was later renamed in honor of another priest. It became the Cataldo Mission of the Sacred Heart.
Her
grave marker includes the words “She taught religion to the children, cared for
the sick and the orphans, taught hymns and prayers and came to this cemetery
every night to pray for those buried here.”
(At left is the painting on her grave marker)
This martyr should have been with others in September, so I am a bit tardy, but I am sure St. Therese would not mind on her feast day, and a new month.
BL. JANKO HAVLIK was born on April 12, 1927 in Vlékovany, near Skalica (present-day Dubovce), Slovakia, into the family of a poor laborer (Karol Havlik, and his wife Justina, née Pollékova). His handwritten curriculum vitae reads: “Since I wanted to continue my studies, I attended for two years the Civic School in Holic, where I walked 6 km a day. After two years I started going to the gym in Skalica, cycling every day, which was 36 km a day.” Janko grew up in times of great economic crisis, which increased during the time of World War II.
Then,
in 1943, he moved to Banska Bystrica and entered the Apostolic School, (Minor
Seminary) of the Congregation of the Mission of St. Vincent de Paul where he
completed his baccalaureate studies. After the war, the political regime
changed radically. The victory of February 1948, as it was called, meant the
advent of communist totalitarianism and the beginning of an open struggle
against the Church.
Janko
Havlik was one of the young men on whom the totalitarian power was to exert the
full force of its brutality. On October 29, 1951 he was arrested together with
other seminarians of the Congregation The terrifying state police
interrogated and tortured him for 16 months, abandoning him to the elements.
After the trial, which lasted from February 3 to 5, he was sentenced to ten
years in prison. At the end of February 1953, Janko Havlik was escorted to the
Jachymov camp where he was forced to labor as a miner in the uranium mine. In
this environment of fatigue and suffering he discovered that, if he could not
be a priest, he could be a missionary.
In spite of everything, Janko had not drunk his cup of bitterness to the bottom. When the sound of the ambulance was spreading through the village, everyone knew that Janko was being transferred to the hospital in Skalica, and the agents were constantly spying on him.
His last
breath came on December 27, 1965. At the age of 37, he died suddenly
in the street on the feast day of his patron saint, St. John the Evangelist. He
died in the morning hours … standing up. He was found in one of the streets of
Skalica, leaning against the wall, next to the ash heap of a house.
On September 24, 2026, the Church will celebrate the beatification of ARCHBISHOP FULTON J. SHEEN. The Beatification Mass will be celebrated at The Dome at America’s Center in St. Louis, Missouri, a venue chosen to allow a large number of faithful to participate in the celebration.
The Mass will begin at 2:00 p.m. in St. Louis, corresponding to 9:00 p.m. in Rome, Italy.
EWTN will also offer special coverage of the
day in English beginning at 3:00 p.m. Rome time,
with live reports, analysis and commentary before and after the celebration.
The miracle which paved the way for the
beatification was the unexplained recovery of James Fulton Engstrom, born
apparently stillborn in September 2010 to Bonnie and Travis Engstrom of the
Peoria- area town of Goodfield. He showed no signs of life as medical
professionals tried to revive him.
The child’s mother and father prayed to Archbishop Sheen
to heal their son. A seven-member panel of medical experts advising the Vatican
Congregation for the Causes of Saints gave unanimous approval of the miracle
attributed to the Archbishop in March 2014.
His feast will be December 9.
(See Blogs: 3/22/2012, 9/9/18, 11/28/19 & 2/14/26)