Quote of the day, 25 August: St. Mary of Jesus Crucified
Marvels Surrounding the Death of Saint Mary of Jesus Crucified
The inhabitants of Beit Jala, a village about fifteen minutes from Bethlehem, say that on the day after her death they saw a rainbow over the monastery, with a green crown at its center.
At the moment when her beautiful soul took flight toward her Creator, a holy nun [Mother Marie de Saint-Marine Verger of Perpignan, France] saw her in a dream in the form of a wondrous dove. Here is the account she later sent to the Rev. Father Estrate.
“During the night of August 25–26, 1878, I suddenly found myself on the seashore. I was frightened at the sight of that vast expanse of water; the sea was rough. Nevertheless, I had to embark upon a long journey. I saw no boat in which to make the crossing. I was alone, and I had to leave without delay.
“Suddenly, a bird as white as snow appeared, hovering over the water and spreading her long, gold-edged wings. She flew swiftly toward me on the shore and motioned for me to climb onto her wings. I hesitated, despite the trust inspired in me by this white dove, which was much larger than an ordinary dove. I sensed something supernatural in her and thought that God had sent an angel to help me.
“Because I was still afraid, the bird spoke to me and said, ‘Climb onto my wings, and I will carry you wherever God wants you to go.’
“When I tried to object that I was too heavy, she took hold of me with her beak, and I felt as light as the bird carrying me. My fear then disappeared. We sped out across the open sea, faster than the wind. The sea was calm, and the sun shone upon the water. I felt wholly aflame with the love of God and never ceased blessing him for protecting me. I seemed to be savoring a foretaste of heaven.
“After a long crossing that caused me no weariness, we arrived at a beautiful beach. The bird set me down on the shore. Then, looking at me with an intelligent and innocent gaze, she said, ‘Do you see that magnificent garden in the distance? Follow this road; it leads there. Admire those beautiful flowers, and when you arrive, you will see a magnificent palace. That is the dwelling place of the one who sent me to you. He is preparing a beautiful celebration for you. Go in, then, and pay homage to the master of the palace, expressing all your gratitude for his goodness toward you. I will return for you so that you may attend the Mass that will be celebrated in an hour. I have a mission to fulfill. See you soon; I shall be there for the celebration.’
“I continued on my way. I could see dimly the palace that had been pointed out to me. I arrived without weariness and found at the palace door a servant in splendid livery. He appeared to have been informed of my arrival. With a gracious and modest manner, he invited me to enter.
“As I crossed a vast vestibule, I noticed a fragrant perfume. Every kind of flower, giving off the most delightful scents, adorned the broad corridors through which we passed. There the charming dove rejoined me and said with an air of satisfaction, ‘I bless God for your safe arrival. Follow me.’
“I followed her for several minutes. Then she stopped, placed some fragrant balm upon my forehead, though I do not know what it was, and I made the sign of the cross. The dove said to me, ‘Enter the house of God. Mass is about to begin, and I shall be united with you. Receive Holy Communion, and afterward I will see you again. Make your thanksgiving with faith, trust, and love, and abandon yourself into the hands of Jesus so that he may act freely within you.’
“Wanting to know who was speaking to me in this way on God’s behalf, I said simply to the dear dove, ‘Please tell me who you are.’
“She answered, ‘You have heard much about me. I will make myself known to you after your thanksgiving.’
“I entered the magnificent church whose door had been opened for me and withdrew into a corner to recollect myself. This was not difficult, for I seemed to be wholly in God. The people present in that holy place were enchanting, with a heavenly beauty. I saw myself as no more than a speck of dust; I could not humble myself enough.
“Groups of angels could be seen near the altar, filling that beautiful sanctuary with their song. The sweetness and loveliness of their voices carried me away. I was wholly absorbed in God. When the moment for Communion came, I did not dare approach to partake of that heavenly banquet. My charming white bird then came and perched upon my right shoulder. She gave me a meaningful peck to make me go forward.
“I rose at once and presented myself at the Holy Table, surrounded by prostrate angels. One of them fixed his gaze upon me; by his bearing, he seemed to show me the reverence and love that should fill me at that supreme moment.
“And so I received Jesus upon my tongue, and above all into my heart!… I do not know what then took place. I was completely absorbed in my happiness. I prayed for everyone dear to me: for you, my good Father, and for the dear little Sister of Jesus [benefactor Berthe Dartigaux]. I felt the most ardent desire to share my happiness with you, so that you might witness this beautiful celebration.
“A moment later, my dove returned to me as she had promised. At first, she appeared in the form she had always borne; then suddenly she was transformed, and I saw a figure of enchanting beauty. She had retained her golden wings and said to me, ‘It is at this heavenly banquet that I shall meet you each day. I shall be there beside you and shall present your prayers to Jesus myself. It is there also that I shall meet all my friends on earth. There you will all find nourishment for your souls and the strength you need. Be very faithful; we shall see one another again. May the remembrance of what you have seen sustain you in days of trial! I am Sister Mary of Jesus Crucified!’
“You can imagine, good Father, what I experienced when I awoke. It was nearly five o’clock on the morning of August 26. I offer no commentary; it was only a dream, but it filled me with indescribable happiness!
“At six o’clock, I attended Holy Mass and received Holy Communion with the dispositions that had been shown to me so beautifully. But alas! Everything had disappeared….
“Please, my good Father, explain this dream yourself, if before God you believe that I may draw from it fruits of sanctification for my soul.”
Father Pierre Estrate, S.C.I. de Béth.
Chapter XIX, After her death (excerpt)
Note: For many years, Father Estrate was the spiritual director of Saint Mary of Jesus Crucified, beginning at the Carmel of Pau, France. Mother Marie de Sainte-Marine told Father Estrate that her dream concluded at 5:00 that morning. In Palestine, it would have been nearly 7:00; Saint Mary of Jesus Crucified had died in Bethlehem that same morning, August 26, 1878.
Estrate, P 1913, Vie de Marie de Jésus Crucifié, 1816-1878: Religieuse Carmélite Converse, Morte En Odeur de Sainteté Au Carmel de Bethléem et Enseignements Recueillis Pendant Ses Extases, Jacques Lecoffre, Paris.
Translation from the French text is the blogger’s own work product and may not be reproduced without permission.
Featured image: This photo of Mariam was taken in August 1875 before she departed from France for the Holy Land. Image credit: Discalced Carmelites
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