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| «Father! Mother! Your blessing, please.» |
EVERY
NOVEMBER 21ST, the Catholic Churches everywhere
celebrates the
Presentation of the Mother of God to the Temple.
Excerpt from
MARY [1]:
The
Presentation of Mary to the Temple
“When she stood before the temple of the
Lord, she ran up the fifteen steps without looking back or calling her parents,
as children are wont to do.” Mary was
only three years old when Anne and Joachim brought her to the temple, but as we
read in the Gospel of Pseudo-Matthew, her mature, determined walk made her look
“like an adult.” Perhaps for this reason
she is portrayed in art as older. The
fact that the Virgin does not turn around to look at her family refers to the
Genesis episode of the wife of Lot, a figure antithetical to the Virgin Mary,
who did not resist the temptation to look back and was turned into a pillar of
salt for disobeying God’s command. Thus,
Mary’s grandeur also resides in her total faith and obedience in God since her
youngest years. (Genesis 19:26; Gospel
of Pseudo-Matthew 4:1; 6:1)
The
Appearance of the Lord Jesus Christ to Little John
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| Maria Valtorta |
At the height of World War II (1939-1945),
the Lord Jesus Christ and His Mother Mary appeared to Maria Valtorta in
Viareggio, a city and commune located in northern Tuscany, Italy, on the coast
of the Tyrrhenian Sea.
At the tender age of twenty three years old, young Maria (born, March 14, 1897) "was struck in the back by a young delinquent. With an iron bar stripped from a bed, he came from behind and struck her with all his might." Hence, she became paraplegic and bedridden.
During World War II Viareggio was subject to
heavy bombings and entire suburbs of the city were destroyed.
Despite the ongoing carnage around her and
frequent evacuations to evade the downpour of bombs, Maria, fondly called
Little John by Jesus, was intermittently caught up in spirit as John was while
he was exiled in the island of Patmos (Rv 1:9-10), and she was whisked back in time
and was shown some of the actual events in Christ’s life starting with His grandparents' vow to Him up to the Assumption of His Mother into heaven.
The activity of Maria Valtorta as the
mystical writer of the Lord reached its intensity during the apparition period
(1943 to 1947), and continued, diminishing progressively, until 1953.
After serving as His faithful “spokesman” and
“pen”, Maria was fetched by the Lord Jesus Christ and brought her home on the 12th of
October 1961.
In her wake, the few, solemn visitors were
able to admire the brightness of her right hand (the one which had been defined
as “pen of the Lord”) while her left hand was turning livid. And her knees, which had served as her desk, were visibly bent under her white dress, even now that she was laid down in the repose of death.
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| “Pen of the Lord” |
Today, more and more people are praying for
the Beatification and Canonization of Maria Valtorta, the mystical visionary
who served as the “secretary” of the Holy Spirit in fulfilling the promise of
the Lord:
"The Advocate, the holy Spirit that the
Father will send in my name--he will teach you everything and remind you of all
that (I) told you." (Jn 14:26)
"But I tell you the truth, it is better
for you that I go. For if I do not go,
the Advocate will not come to you. But
if I go, I will send him to you. And
when he comes he will convict the world in regard to sin and righteousness and condemnation:
sin, because they do not believe in me; righteousness, because I am going to
the Father and you will no longer see me; condemnation, because the ruler of
this world has been condemned. I have
much more to tell you, but you cannot bear it now. But when he comes, the Spirit of truth, he
will guide you to all truth. He will not speak on his own, but he will speak
what he hears, and will declare to you the things that are coming. He will glorify me, because he will take from
what is mine and declare it to you.
Everything that the Father has is mine; for this reason I told you that
he will take from what is mine and declare it to you. A
little while and you will no longer see me, and again a little while later and
you will see me." (Jn 16:7-16)
And being the Faithful and True, the Lord
Jesus Christ made good His promise and appeared to Maria Valtorta.
Excerpt from
THE POEM OF THE MAN-GOD [2]:
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| The Presentation of the Mother of God to the Temple |
8. Mary Is Presented in the Temple.
30th August 1944.
I see Mary between Her
father and mother walking in the streets in Jerusalem.
Passers‑by stop to look
at the beautiful Girl all dressed in white and wearing a very light mantle. The
mantle, because of its design in branches and flowers, which are a little
darker against the soft background, seems to be the same one that Anne was
wearing on the day of her Purification. The only difference is that while it
reached down to Anne's waist, in the case of Mary, Who is only a little girl,
it reaches down to Her ankles and envelops Her in a small light and bright
cloud of rare beauty.
Her fair hair, loose on
Her shoulders, or rather, on Her gentle neck, shines through the veil where
there is no pattern, but only the very light background. The veil is held on
Her forehead by a very pale blue ribbon, on which small lilies are embroidered
with silver threads, certainly the work of Her mother.
As I said, the snow
white dress reaches down to the ground, and Her little feet can just be seen,
as She walks, in Her white sandals. Her hands are like two magnolia petals,
peeping from the long sleeves. Apart from the blue ribbon, there is no other
colour. It is all white. Mary seems to be dressed in snow.
Joachim is wearing the
same garment he had on for the Purification. Anne, instead, is wearing a very
dark violet dress. Also the mantle, which also covers her head, is dark violet.
She is holding it lowered below her eyes. Two poor eyes of a mother, red with
tears, that do not wish to weep and above all do not wish to be seen crying,
but can but shed tears under the protection of the mantle, a protection that
serves its purpose with regard to passers‑by and also to Joachim, whose eyes,
usually clear, are to‑day red and dull, because of the tears he has shed and is
still shedding. He is walking with a stoop, his head is covered by a veil worn
in the fashion of a turban, with the folds hanging down along his face.
A very old Joachim.
Whoever sees him, must think that he is the grandfather or the
great grandfather of the little girl he is holding by the hand. The pain of
losing Her causes the poor father to drag his feet and he is so weary that he
looks twenty years older. He is so sad and tired that he looks like an old sick
man. His mouth trembles slightly between the two wrinkles that at the sides of
his nose are so deep today.
They are both
endeavouring to conceal their tears. But if they are successful with many
people, they are not with Mary, Who, because of Her height, sees them from
below, and lifting Her head looks at Her father and mother alternately. They
make an effort to smile at Her with their trembling mouths and they hold Her
tiny hand tighter every time their little daughter looks at them and smiles.
They must be thinking: «There. A smile to be seen one time less.»
They proceed slowly.
Very slowly. They seem to be wishing to protract their journey for as long as
possible. Everything serves as a pretext to stop... But a journey must come to
an end! And this one is about to end. Up there, at the top of this last stretch
of the road, there are the Temple walls. Anne utters a groan and holds Mary's
hand tighter.
«Anne, my dear, I am
here with you!» a voice utters, coming out from the shade of a low arch built
over a cross‑roads. And Elizabeth, who was waiting for them, approaches her and
embraces her. And since Anne is crying she says: «Come into this friendly house
for a little while. Then we shall go together. Also Zacharias is here.»
They all enter a low
dark room where the only light is a big fire. The landlady, obviously a friend
of Elizabeth's, but unknown to Anne, kindly withdraws and leaves them alone.
«You must not think that
I am repenting or I am giving my treasure to the Lord unwillingly» explains
Anne crying, «but it's my heart... oh! how my heart aches, my old heart that is
returning to its childless solitude! If you could only feel...»
«I know, my dear Anne...
But you are good and God will console you in your solitude. Mary will pray for
the peace of Her mother. Won't you, Mary?»
Mary caresses Her
mother's hands and kisses them. She presses them to Her face to be caressed and
Anne holds Her little face tightly in her hands and kisses it repeatedly. She
is never tired of kissing Her.
Zacharias enters and
greets them saying: «May the peace of the Lord be with the just.»
«Yes» replies Joachim, «implore
peace for us, because our hearts are trembling in our offer, as Abraham's did,
while he was climbing the mountain, but we shall not find another offer to
replace this one. Neither do we want it, because we are faithful to the Lord.
But we are suffering, Zacharias. Since you are a priest of God, please
understand us and do not be perturbed.»
«Never. On the contrary,
your sorrow which does not go beyond reasonable limits and does not shake your
faith, teaches me how to love the Most High. But take heart. Anna, the
prophetess, will take care of this flower of David and Aaron. At present She is
the only lily of David's holy issue in the Temple and She will be taken care of
as a royal pearl. Although we are approaching the time when the Messiah is to
come, and the women belonging to the house of David should be anxious to
consecrate their daughters to the Temple, because the Messiah will be born of a
virgin of David's issue, yet, because of the general weakening of faith, the
places of the virgins in the Temple are empty. They are too few and none of the
royal offspring, since Sarah of Elisha left three years ago to get married. It
is true that there are still thirty years to the appointed time, but... Well
let us hope that Mary will be the first of many virgins of David's offspring
before the Sacred Veil. And then... who knows...» Zacharias does not say
anything else. But he looks at Mary thoughtfully. Then he resumes: «Also I will
watch over Her. I am a priest and I have power in here. I will make use of it
for this angel. And Elizabeth will often come to see Her.»
«Oh! Certainly! I am in
such need of God that I will come and tell this little Girl, so that She may
tell the Eternal One.»
Anne has taken heart
again. To relieve her anxiety even more Elizabeth asks her: «Is this not the
veil of your wedding? Or have you been weaving new byssus?»
«It is. I am
consecrating it to the Lord with Her. My eyes are no longer so good... and also
our wealth has been reduced by taxation and misfortunes... I could not afford
heavy expenses. I have only seen to Her clothing for the time She
will be in the House of the Lord and afterwards... Because I do not think that
I shall be there to dress Her for Her wedding... but I want it to be the hands
of Her mummy, even if cold and motionless, which prepare Her for the wedding
and weave Her linens and dresses.»
«Oh! Why think of that!?»
«I am old, my dear
cousin. I have never felt it so much as I do now in my great pain. I have given
the last ounce of strength in my life to this flower, to bear Her and to
nourish Her, and now the pain of losing Her is drawing my last strength away
and dispersing it.»
«Don't say that, for
Joachim's sake.»
«Yes, you are quite
right. I will try and live for my husbands.»
Joachim pretends he has
not heard, intent as he is on listening to Zacharias, but he has heard and he
sighs deeply, his eyes shining with tears.
«It is between the third
and the sixth hour. I think we ought to go» Zacharias says.
They all get up to put
on their mantles and set off.
But before going out
Mary kneels down on the threshold with Her arms stretched out: a little
imploring cherub. «Father! Mother! Your blessing, please.»
She is not crying, the
little brave girl. But Her lips are trembling and Her voice, broken by a sob,
resembles more than ever the trembling cooing of a little dove. Her face is
pale, and Her eyes have the look of resigned distress which I will see again on
Calvary and in the Sepulchre, where it was so much more intense that it was
impossible to look at Her without deep suffering.
Her parents bless Her
and kiss Her: once, twice, ten times, they are never satisfied... Elizabeth is
weeping silently and Zacharias, notwithstanding his efforts to conceal his
tears, is deeply moved.
They go out. Mary is
between Her father and mother as before. Zacharias and his wife are in front of
them.
They are now inside the
walls of the Temple. «I will go to the High Priest. You go to the Great,
Terrace.»
They go across three
yards and through three halls, set one upon the other. They are now at the foot
of the huge marble cube crowned with gold. Every dome, convex like a huge half
orange, blazes in the sun, which now, at midday, is shining down directly on to
the large yard surrounding the solemn building and is filling with its dazzling
light the large square and the wide flight of steps leading up to the Temple.
Only the porch facing the steps, along the façade, is in the shade and the very
high bronze and gold door is even darker and more solemn looking in so much
light.
Mary looks whiter than
snow in so much sunshine. She is now at the foot of the steps, between Her
father and Her mother. How violently their hearts must be throbbing! Elizabeth
is beside Anne, but a little behind her, about half a step.
Upon the blare of silver
trumpets the door rotates on its hinges, which seem to be emitting the sound of
a cithern, while turning on the bronze balls. The interior appears with its
lamps in the far end and a procession is moving towards the door, a stately
procession with silver trumpets, clouds of incense and lights.
It is now at the
threshold. In front is the High Priest... a stately old man, dressed in very
fine linen, and wearing over his linen dress a short linen tunic and on top of
it a kind of chasuble, something multicoloured between a chasuble and a
deacon's vestment: purple and gold, violet and white alternate and sparkle like
gems in the sun: two real gems are shining more brightly at the top of his
shoulders. Perhaps they are buckles with their precious settings. On his breast
there is a large metal plate shining with gems and held by a gold chain.
Pendants and trimmings gleam on the hem of his short tunic and gold shines above
his forehead on his mitre,that reminds me of the mitre worn by Orthodox
priests, a mitre shaped as a dome instead of being pointed like the Roman
Catholic one.
The solemn personage
moves forward, alone, as far as the beginning of the steps, in the golden
sunshine that makes him look even more splendid. The others stand waiting under
the shady porch, in a circle outside the door. On the left there is a group of
girls, all dressed in white, with prophetess Anna and other elderly ladies,
obviously teachers.
The High Priest looks at
the little Girl and smiles. She must look very tiny at the foot of the flight
of steps worthy of an Egyptian temple! He lifts his arms to the sky in prayer.
They all bow their heads in perfect humility before the priestly majesty
communicating with the Eternal Majesty.
Then, he beckons to
Mary. And She departs from Her mother and father, and as if fascinated, climbs
the steps. And She smiles. She smiles in the shade of the Temple, where the
precious Veil is hanging... She is now at the top of the steps, at the feet of
the High Priest, who imposes his hand on Her head. The victim has been
accepted. Which purer victim had the Temple ever received?
Then he turns round and
holding his hand on Her shoulder as if he were leading the immaculate little
Lamb to the altar, he takes Her to the Temple door. Before letting Her in, he
asks Her: «Mary of David, are You aware of Your vow?» When She
replies «Yes» in Her silvery voice, he cries out: «Go in, then. Walk in my
presence and be perfect.»
Mary enters and is
swallowed up by the darkness. The group of virgins and teachers, then the
Levites hide and isolate Her more and more... She can no longer be seen...
Also the door is now
closing on its sweet‑sounding hinges. Through the gap which is becoming
narrower and narrower, the procession can be seen advancing towards the Holy of
Holies. Now it is only a thread. Now it is no more: it is closed.
The last chord of the
harmonious hinges is replied to by a sob from the two old parents and by a
joint cry: «Mary! Daughter!» and then two groans, the one invoking the other:
«Anne!» «Joachim!» and they finish whispering: «Let us give glory to the Lord
Who is receiving Her in His House and is leading Her along His path.»
It all ends thus.
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| "Walk in my presence and be perfect" |
Jesus says:
«The High Priest had
said: "Walk in my presence and be perfect". The High Priest did not
know that he was speaking to the Woman Who is inferior in perfection only to
God. But he was speaking in the name of God, and therefore his order was a
sacred one. It is always sacred, particularly with regard to the Virgin Full of
Wisdom.
Mary had deserved that
"Wisdom should precede Her and show Itself to Her first", because
"from the beginning of Her day She had watched at Its door, and wishing to
be taught, out of love, She wanted to be pure to achieve
perfect love and deserve to have Wisdom as Her teacher".
In Her humility She did
not know that She possessed Wisdom before being born and that the union with
Wisdom was but the continuation of the divine pulsations of Paradise. She could
not imagine that. And when God whispered sublime words to Her in the depths of
Her heart, in Her humility She considered them thoughts of pride and raising
Her innocent heart to God, She besought Him: "Lord, have mercy on Thy
Servant!"
Oh! It is true that the
True Wise Virgin, the Eternal Virgin, has had only one thought from the dawn of
Her day: to raise Her heart to God from the morning of life and to watch for
the Lord, praying before the Most High, asking forgiveness for the weaknesses
of Her heart, as Her humility convinced Her, and She was not aware that She was
anticipating the request for forgiveness for sinners, which She would later
make at the foot of the Cross, together with Her dying Son.
"When the great
Lord will decide, She will be filled with the Spirit of intelligence" and
will then understand Her great mission. For the time being She is only a child,
who in the sacred peace of the Temple, establishes and re‑establishes closer
and closer connections, affections and memories with Her God.
This is for everybody.
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"My little
Mary"
But for you, My little
Mary, has your Teacher nothing special to tell you? "Walk in My presence,
be therefore perfect". I am slightly modifying the sacred phrase and I am
giving it to you as an order. Be perfect in love, perfect in generosity,
perfect in suffering.
Look once again at
Mother. And consider what so many ignore or wish to ignore, because
sorrow is too irksome to their taste and their spirit. Sorrow. Mary suffered
from the very first hour of Her life. To be perfect as She was, implied the
possession of a perfect sensitivity. Consequently sacrifice was to be more piercing.
And thus more meritorious. He who possesses purity possesses love, who
possesses love possesses wisdom, who possesses wisdom possesses generosity and
heroism, because he knows why he makes a sacrifice.
Raise your spirit, even
if the cross bends you, breaks you and kills you. God is with you.»
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MARY BY MARTINA DEGL’INNOCENTI & STELLA MARINONE, Abrams, New York
