EIGHTH DAY OF MERCY NOVENA/STORY
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Eighth Day"Today bring to Me the Souls who are in the prison of Purgatory,
and immerse them in the abyss of My mercy. Let the torrents of My Blood cool down their scorching flames. All these souls are greatly loved by Me. They are making retribution to My justice. It is in your power to bring them relief. Draw all the indulgences from the treasury of My Church and offer them on their behalf. Oh, if you only knew the torments they suffer, you would continually offer for them the alms of the spirit and pay off their debt to My justice."
Most Merciful Jesus, You Yourself have said that You desire mercy; so I bring into the abode of Your Most Compassionate Heart the souls in Purgatory, souls who are very dear to You, and yet, who must make retribution to Your justice. May the streams of Blood and Water which gushed forth from Your Heart put out the flames of Purgatory, that there, too, the power of Your mercy may be celebrated.Eternal Father, turn Your merciful gaze upon the souls suffering in Purgatory, who are enfolded in the Most Compassionate Heart of Jesus. I beg You, by the sorrowful Passion of Jesus Your Son, and by all the bitterness with which His most sacred Soul was flooded: Manifest Your mercy to the souls who are under Your just scrutiny. Look upon them in no other way but only through the Wounds of Jesus, Your dearly beloved Son; for we firmly believe that there is no limit to Your goodness and compassion. Amen.
CHAPLET
Tender Mercies: The Story of St. Faustina Kowalska and Divine Mercy Sunday
March 27, 2008
Jesus said to Sister Faustina, "Encourage souls to place great trust in My fathomless mercy. Let the weak, sinful soul have no fear to approach Me, for even if it had more sins than there are grains of sand in the world, all would be drowned in the unmeasurable depths of My mercy" (Diary, 55-56).
"In the end, even the ‘yes' to love is a source of suffering, because love always requires expropriations of my ‘I,' in which I allow myself to be pruned and wounded. Love simply cannot exist without this painful renunciation of myself, for otherwise it becomes pure selfishness and thereby ceases to be love" (Spe Salvi, 38).
I drove for nearly an hour to reach an old stone church I had chosen primarily for my anonymity. Covering my head, I went inside and found the confessional in the deserted sanctuary. I was about to be married, and I knew I could not enter the sacrament until I had cleared my conscience. As I took a deep breath and slipped inside the little closet, already I could feel the tears begin to flow.
The grill slid open. "Bless me Father, for I have sinned ..." Slowly, pausing frequently to take deep breaths to steady my voice, I told the story of a teenager who had been violated - twice — by older men. I told him of the car accident a few years later that had left me unable to bear children, and of a young Catholic man who had been a singular source of comfort and healing. Miraculously, he did not turn away from me when I told him - I had never told anyone - why I was no longer a virgin. Instead he proposed marriage.
Stupidly, I refused him. I had been raised to believe Catholics aren't "real" Christians, and warned that allowing myself to become "unequally yoked" with an unbeliever would endanger my soul.
I told the priest of years of anger and grief that followed when, years later, I realized just how futile my sacrifice had been. Of how I had tried, over and over, to fill the void with unworthy "friendships" that left me feeling emptier than ever before. Finally, ironically, I found peace in the arms of Jesus through His Church.
There was no sound on the other side of the partition, and for a moment I wondered if the elderly priest had died of shock. So I quickly wrapped it up, explaining that God had led me to start over in a new place and, in time, with a different man who had grown to love me as God had always intended I should be loved. "I'm marrying him next week, Father. But I didn't want to get married while these regrets still linger on my heart."
Still the elderly priest did not respond for several seconds. Then, just as I was about to leave, a gentle voice murmured, "Oh, my daughter. What a burden you have carried all these years!"
That did it. The floodgates burst, and I put my head down and cried until no more tears were left. There may have been others waiting to speak with Father who could hear my outburst, but I didn't care. I had not expected mercy. I was prepared to receive a harsh censure - or at the least a weary command to go and do penance. Instead the old priest told me to go and meditate on the "Our Father," and ponder each line until I could hear in my own heart the voice of the Father who loved me more than any human could.
The next week I married Craig with a heart overflowing with gratitude.
Mercy Deeper Than Hell Itself
In the summer of 1992, I led a small group of evangelical American and charismatic Polish college students on a musical outreach across southern Poland. The day after our concert in Krakow, we stopped at Auschwitz, the infamous Nazi death camp. We walked under the ironwork gates that proclaimed in German "Work makes freedom." We lingered in long hallways filled with countless photographs of those who had perished in the gas chambers, past glass-walled rooms full of discarded shoes and suitcases and human hair. Finally, in the courtyard, we saw the gallows upon which Rudolph Hoess, the death camp's notorious Commandant, was executed in 1947 after confessing to his war crimes at Nuremburg.
I remember looking at the gallows and pondering what God would say to such a man, who had offended the dignity and taken the lives of so many people. I could not forget the words of Dutch evangelist and camp survivor Corrie ten Boom (d.1983), whose father had taught her, "Hell has no pit so deep that God's love is not deeper still." Or the urgings of Maximillian Kolbe, who died at Auschwitz: "Let us pray for the Nazis, because no conversion is impossible!"
In at least one case, his words may have proven prophetic.
Two years after returning from Poland, as a Catholic I became familiar with two great souls from the city of Krakow: The first was St. Faustina Kowalska, the Sister of Our Lady of Mercy whose notebooks were the seeds of the Divine Mercy devotion. The second, was Pope John Paul the Great, formerly Archbishop Karol Wojtyla of Krakow, who was elevated to the Chair of St. Peter in 1978, and who canonized Faustina in 2000.
Had it not been for the Holy Father's efforts on her behalf, Faustina and her notebooks may well have disappeared into obscurity. Initially branded "hysterical" and "deceived" by local clergy, in 1938 she died of tuberculosis at the age of thirty-three. However, God had not finished the work He had begun with Sister Faustina, nor did the men who had silenced her foil His plans.
Soon after his appointment, Archbishop Wojtyla approached Jesuit theologian Ignatius Rozycki and asked him to review Sister Faustina's writings. Initially skeptical, Fr. Rozycki spent ten years in an exhaustive study of the Sister and her notebooks, which the Vatican had condemned in 1958. Father Rozycki's findings were published and the prohibition lifted in 1978. Beatified in 1992, St. Faustina was canonized in the year 2000; on the latter occasion Pope John Paul II declared the first Sunday after Easter "Divine Mercy Sunday."
A few weeks ago I came upon a thought-provoking homily by Father Matthew Kelty, O.C.S.O., which was given on Divine Mercy Sunday, 2006. It seems that during the former Commandant's solitary confinement in Krakow, where he awaited execution for his war crimes, Rudolph Hoess heard the bells of the local Carmel and was reminded of the Faith he had observed as a child but had long since rejected. He called for a German-speaking priest.
The local Jesuit provincial, Fr. Ladislav Lohn, S.J., went to the convent of Sister Faustina and asked the Sisters to pray earnestly while he went to hear the prisoner's confession. In the end Hoess was reconciled with the Church and received Holy Communion. Later Hoess wrote his wife and five children, expressed sorrow for his crimes, and begged forgiveness of the people of Poland. Hoess was executed April 16, 1947.
In his homily, Father Kelty contends that, though he may rightly spend an eternity in Purgatory, by the mercy of God even a man like Rudolph Hoess could be saved. This is an uncomfortable truth for some, even offensive to those whose sense of justice could be satisfied with nothing less than eternal damnation for such a "monster."
However, our justice is not God's justice. His mercy is infinite, as is His love. In Titus chapter three we read:
For we ourselves were once foolish, disobedient, deluded, slaves to various desires and pleasures, living in malice and envy, hateful ourselves and hating one another. But when the kindness and generous love of God our savior appeared, not because of any righteous deeds we had done but because of his mercy, he saved us through the bath of rebirth and renewal by the holy Spirit, whom he richly poured out on us through Jesus Christ our savior, so that we might be justified by his grace and become heirs in hope of eternal life.
Gather at the Mercy Seat
It was overwhelming for me to experience this mercy in the confessional; I'll always remember that moment as my wedding present from God. Sadly, I've spoken with women who have gone to unburden themselves and left the confessional feeling no different than when they went in. Sometimes the priest was less than understanding; other time even after receiving absolution, these women find it difficult to forgive themselves.
Even in these situations, the mercy of God does not fail. Our hope is not to be found in our own feelings, but in the promises of God. In the words of St. Faustina herself:
Life on this earth is but an agony,
As my heart feels it is created for the heights.
For it is the lowlands of this life [that] hold no interest,
For my homeland is in heaven - this I firmly believe. (Diary 1585)
Do you have a burden you've been carrying, from which you seek release? Do you find it difficult to accept that God could ever forgive the terrible things you've done? The Catechism tells us, "There are two kinds of presumption. Either man presumes upon his own capacities, (hoping to be able to save himself without help from on high), or he presumes upon God's almighty power or his mercy (hoping to obtain his forgiveness without conversion and glory without merit)" (CCC 2092).
Do not refuse the graces God is holding out to you. Instead, join Catholics all over the world, praying with us the words inscribed beneath the Divine Mercy image: "Jesus, I Trust in You!"
Heidi Hess Saxton is the editor of Canticle and the mother of two young children. She has blogs for writers, adoptive parents, and converts. Her latest books, Behold Your Mother: Mary Stories and Reflections from a Catholic Convert and Raising Up Mommy: Virtues for Difficult Mothering Moments, are available through her website: http://www.christianword.com/.
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Eighth Day"Today bring to Me the Souls who are in the prison of Purgatory,
and immerse them in the abyss of My mercy. Let the torrents of My Blood cool down their scorching flames. All these souls are greatly loved by Me. They are making retribution to My justice. It is in your power to bring them relief. Draw all the indulgences from the treasury of My Church and offer them on their behalf. Oh, if you only knew the torments they suffer, you would continually offer for them the alms of the spirit and pay off their debt to My justice."
Most Merciful Jesus, You Yourself have said that You desire mercy; so I bring into the abode of Your Most Compassionate Heart the souls in Purgatory, souls who are very dear to You, and yet, who must make retribution to Your justice. May the streams of Blood and Water which gushed forth from Your Heart put out the flames of Purgatory, that there, too, the power of Your mercy may be celebrated.Eternal Father, turn Your merciful gaze upon the souls suffering in Purgatory, who are enfolded in the Most Compassionate Heart of Jesus. I beg You, by the sorrowful Passion of Jesus Your Son, and by all the bitterness with which His most sacred Soul was flooded: Manifest Your mercy to the souls who are under Your just scrutiny. Look upon them in no other way but only through the Wounds of Jesus, Your dearly beloved Son; for we firmly believe that there is no limit to Your goodness and compassion. Amen.
CHAPLET
Tender Mercies: The Story of St. Faustina Kowalska and Divine Mercy Sunday
March 27, 2008
Jesus said to Sister Faustina, "Encourage souls to place great trust in My fathomless mercy. Let the weak, sinful soul have no fear to approach Me, for even if it had more sins than there are grains of sand in the world, all would be drowned in the unmeasurable depths of My mercy" (Diary, 55-56).
"In the end, even the ‘yes' to love is a source of suffering, because love always requires expropriations of my ‘I,' in which I allow myself to be pruned and wounded. Love simply cannot exist without this painful renunciation of myself, for otherwise it becomes pure selfishness and thereby ceases to be love" (Spe Salvi, 38).
I drove for nearly an hour to reach an old stone church I had chosen primarily for my anonymity. Covering my head, I went inside and found the confessional in the deserted sanctuary. I was about to be married, and I knew I could not enter the sacrament until I had cleared my conscience. As I took a deep breath and slipped inside the little closet, already I could feel the tears begin to flow.
The grill slid open. "Bless me Father, for I have sinned ..." Slowly, pausing frequently to take deep breaths to steady my voice, I told the story of a teenager who had been violated - twice — by older men. I told him of the car accident a few years later that had left me unable to bear children, and of a young Catholic man who had been a singular source of comfort and healing. Miraculously, he did not turn away from me when I told him - I had never told anyone - why I was no longer a virgin. Instead he proposed marriage.
Stupidly, I refused him. I had been raised to believe Catholics aren't "real" Christians, and warned that allowing myself to become "unequally yoked" with an unbeliever would endanger my soul.
I told the priest of years of anger and grief that followed when, years later, I realized just how futile my sacrifice had been. Of how I had tried, over and over, to fill the void with unworthy "friendships" that left me feeling emptier than ever before. Finally, ironically, I found peace in the arms of Jesus through His Church.
There was no sound on the other side of the partition, and for a moment I wondered if the elderly priest had died of shock. So I quickly wrapped it up, explaining that God had led me to start over in a new place and, in time, with a different man who had grown to love me as God had always intended I should be loved. "I'm marrying him next week, Father. But I didn't want to get married while these regrets still linger on my heart."
Still the elderly priest did not respond for several seconds. Then, just as I was about to leave, a gentle voice murmured, "Oh, my daughter. What a burden you have carried all these years!"
That did it. The floodgates burst, and I put my head down and cried until no more tears were left. There may have been others waiting to speak with Father who could hear my outburst, but I didn't care. I had not expected mercy. I was prepared to receive a harsh censure - or at the least a weary command to go and do penance. Instead the old priest told me to go and meditate on the "Our Father," and ponder each line until I could hear in my own heart the voice of the Father who loved me more than any human could.
The next week I married Craig with a heart overflowing with gratitude.
Mercy Deeper Than Hell Itself
In the summer of 1992, I led a small group of evangelical American and charismatic Polish college students on a musical outreach across southern Poland. The day after our concert in Krakow, we stopped at Auschwitz, the infamous Nazi death camp. We walked under the ironwork gates that proclaimed in German "Work makes freedom." We lingered in long hallways filled with countless photographs of those who had perished in the gas chambers, past glass-walled rooms full of discarded shoes and suitcases and human hair. Finally, in the courtyard, we saw the gallows upon which Rudolph Hoess, the death camp's notorious Commandant, was executed in 1947 after confessing to his war crimes at Nuremburg.
I remember looking at the gallows and pondering what God would say to such a man, who had offended the dignity and taken the lives of so many people. I could not forget the words of Dutch evangelist and camp survivor Corrie ten Boom (d.1983), whose father had taught her, "Hell has no pit so deep that God's love is not deeper still." Or the urgings of Maximillian Kolbe, who died at Auschwitz: "Let us pray for the Nazis, because no conversion is impossible!"
In at least one case, his words may have proven prophetic.
Two years after returning from Poland, as a Catholic I became familiar with two great souls from the city of Krakow: The first was St. Faustina Kowalska, the Sister of Our Lady of Mercy whose notebooks were the seeds of the Divine Mercy devotion. The second, was Pope John Paul the Great, formerly Archbishop Karol Wojtyla of Krakow, who was elevated to the Chair of St. Peter in 1978, and who canonized Faustina in 2000.
Had it not been for the Holy Father's efforts on her behalf, Faustina and her notebooks may well have disappeared into obscurity. Initially branded "hysterical" and "deceived" by local clergy, in 1938 she died of tuberculosis at the age of thirty-three. However, God had not finished the work He had begun with Sister Faustina, nor did the men who had silenced her foil His plans.
Soon after his appointment, Archbishop Wojtyla approached Jesuit theologian Ignatius Rozycki and asked him to review Sister Faustina's writings. Initially skeptical, Fr. Rozycki spent ten years in an exhaustive study of the Sister and her notebooks, which the Vatican had condemned in 1958. Father Rozycki's findings were published and the prohibition lifted in 1978. Beatified in 1992, St. Faustina was canonized in the year 2000; on the latter occasion Pope John Paul II declared the first Sunday after Easter "Divine Mercy Sunday."
A few weeks ago I came upon a thought-provoking homily by Father Matthew Kelty, O.C.S.O., which was given on Divine Mercy Sunday, 2006. It seems that during the former Commandant's solitary confinement in Krakow, where he awaited execution for his war crimes, Rudolph Hoess heard the bells of the local Carmel and was reminded of the Faith he had observed as a child but had long since rejected. He called for a German-speaking priest.
The local Jesuit provincial, Fr. Ladislav Lohn, S.J., went to the convent of Sister Faustina and asked the Sisters to pray earnestly while he went to hear the prisoner's confession. In the end Hoess was reconciled with the Church and received Holy Communion. Later Hoess wrote his wife and five children, expressed sorrow for his crimes, and begged forgiveness of the people of Poland. Hoess was executed April 16, 1947.
In his homily, Father Kelty contends that, though he may rightly spend an eternity in Purgatory, by the mercy of God even a man like Rudolph Hoess could be saved. This is an uncomfortable truth for some, even offensive to those whose sense of justice could be satisfied with nothing less than eternal damnation for such a "monster."
However, our justice is not God's justice. His mercy is infinite, as is His love. In Titus chapter three we read:
For we ourselves were once foolish, disobedient, deluded, slaves to various desires and pleasures, living in malice and envy, hateful ourselves and hating one another. But when the kindness and generous love of God our savior appeared, not because of any righteous deeds we had done but because of his mercy, he saved us through the bath of rebirth and renewal by the holy Spirit, whom he richly poured out on us through Jesus Christ our savior, so that we might be justified by his grace and become heirs in hope of eternal life.
Gather at the Mercy Seat
It was overwhelming for me to experience this mercy in the confessional; I'll always remember that moment as my wedding present from God. Sadly, I've spoken with women who have gone to unburden themselves and left the confessional feeling no different than when they went in. Sometimes the priest was less than understanding; other time even after receiving absolution, these women find it difficult to forgive themselves.
Even in these situations, the mercy of God does not fail. Our hope is not to be found in our own feelings, but in the promises of God. In the words of St. Faustina herself:
Life on this earth is but an agony,
As my heart feels it is created for the heights.
For it is the lowlands of this life [that] hold no interest,
For my homeland is in heaven - this I firmly believe. (Diary 1585)
Do you have a burden you've been carrying, from which you seek release? Do you find it difficult to accept that God could ever forgive the terrible things you've done? The Catechism tells us, "There are two kinds of presumption. Either man presumes upon his own capacities, (hoping to be able to save himself without help from on high), or he presumes upon God's almighty power or his mercy (hoping to obtain his forgiveness without conversion and glory without merit)" (CCC 2092).
Do not refuse the graces God is holding out to you. Instead, join Catholics all over the world, praying with us the words inscribed beneath the Divine Mercy image: "Jesus, I Trust in You!"
Heidi Hess Saxton is the editor of Canticle and the mother of two young children. She has blogs for writers, adoptive parents, and converts. Her latest books, Behold Your Mother: Mary Stories and Reflections from a Catholic Convert and Raising Up Mommy: Virtues for Difficult Mothering Moments, are available through her website: http://www.christianword.com/.
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I saw a movie on Mother Teresa the other night and was wondering if you could recommend any books on her life. Also, how many books (biographical or autobiographical) are there on Pope John Paul?
"Come be my Light" It's about all her struggles but she remained faithful. I'm waiting for it to come out in soft cover.