Thérèse of Lisieux (2 January 1873 – 30 September 1897), or Saint Thérèse of the Child Jesus and the Holy Face, born Marie-Françoise-Thérèse Martin, was a French Carmelite nun. She is also known as "The Little Flower of Jesus".
She felt an early call to religious life, and overcoming various obstacles, in 1888 at the early age of 15, became a nun and joined two of her older sisters in the cloistered Carmelite community of Lisieux, Normandy. After nine years as a Carmelite religious, having fulfilled various offices such as sacristan and assistant to the novice mistress, and having spent the last eighteen months in Carmel in a night of faith, she died of tuberculosis at the age of 24. The impact of her posthumous publications, including her memoir The Story of a Soul, was great, and she rapidly became one of the most popular saints of the twentieth century. Pope Pius XI made her the "star of his pontificate". She was beatified in 1923, and canonized in 1925. The speed of this process may be seen by comparison with that applied to a great heroine of Thérèse, Joan of Arc, who died in 1431 but was not canonized until 1920. Thérèse was declared co-patron of the missions with Francis Xavier in 1927, and named co-patron of France with Joan of Arc in 1944. On 19 October 1997 Pope John Paul II declared her the thirty-third Doctor of the Church, the youngest person, and only the third woman, to be so honored. Devotion to Thérèse has developed around the world.
Thérèse lived a hidden life and "wanted to be unknown," yet became popular after her death through her spiritual autobiography - she left also letters, poems, religious plays, prayers, and her last conversations were recorded by her sisters. Paintings and photographs – mostly the work of her sister Céline – further led to her being recognised by millions of men and women. According to one of her biographers, w:fr:Guy Gaucher, after her death, "Thérèse fell victim to an excess of sentimental devotion which betrayed her. She was victim also to her language, which was that of the late nineteenth century and flowed from the religiosity of her age." Thérèse herself said on her death-bed, "I only love simplicity. I have a horror of pretence", and she spoke out against some of the Lives of saints written in her day," We should not say improbable things, or things we do not know. We must see their real, and not their imagined lives."
The depth of her spirituality, of which she said, "my way is all confidence and love," has inspired many believers. In the face of her littleness and nothingness, she trusted in God to be her sanctity. She wanted to go to heaven by an entirely new little way. "I wanted to find an elevator that would raise me to Jesus." The elevator, she wrote, would be the arms of Jesus lifting her in all her littleness.
The Basilica of Lisieux is the second greatest place of pilgrimage in France after Lourdes.
Source: Wikipedia
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Cold Weather Survival
Espana . . . What do I know about Spain? Hmmm.
I know a teeny weeny bit of Spanish words . . . "Buenas diaz, buenas tardes, buenas noches," "gracias," denada". I used to memorize Patria Adorada way back in high school.
From my mom, I got to be familiar with Spanish fans and Spanish sardines.
Now, I got to land my feet on Spanish land. Brrrrrr . . . Burgos, 'twas freezing there.
Golly wow, what do you do on a super cold night? Just stand there and smile, I guess. At least, if you freeze, you have a smile on your face.
Man, it was so so so cold. We were all wrapped up and one big guy came over beside us with a big grin, just to tease us. He said "No frio, normal." He then left us still in a half-smile, really amused at the sight of us, half-frozen, half-a-dozen shivering gals.
We had a great night walk to the park, appreciating the beauty of Spain. We even went to a then empty children's playground and goofed around.
Brrrrrr, cold but fun. Freezing out with warm friends. Unforgettable moments.
I know a teeny weeny bit of Spanish words . . . "Buenas diaz, buenas tardes, buenas noches," "gracias," denada". I used to memorize Patria Adorada way back in high school.
From my mom, I got to be familiar with Spanish fans and Spanish sardines.
Now, I got to land my feet on Spanish land. Brrrrrr . . . Burgos, 'twas freezing there.
Golly wow, what do you do on a super cold night? Just stand there and smile, I guess. At least, if you freeze, you have a smile on your face.
Man, it was so so so cold. We were all wrapped up and one big guy came over beside us with a big grin, just to tease us. He said "No frio, normal." He then left us still in a half-smile, really amused at the sight of us, half-frozen, half-a-dozen shivering gals.
We had a great night walk to the park, appreciating the beauty of Spain. We even went to a then empty children's playground and goofed around.
Brrrrrr, cold but fun. Freezing out with warm friends. Unforgettable moments.
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