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Our Lady of the Great Event – Nuestra Sra. del Buen Suceso: Juana Tabor – by Hugo Wast
A man without eyes could see more easily than a proud man and say: As long as I, that is to say, my taboor, subsisted entrenched in that flesh, I was able to cry out my call to war: What a mystery, O Lord, that of those souls to whom you gave more light than to others and have blasphemed Thee more!
After having had hundreds of houses in the world, populated by thousands of friars, there were no longer more than three or four monasteries in their last agony. One would think that the world had entered into the epoch of religious tepidity, that will precede the last days or the Twbor Coming of Christ, in fulfillment of the words of Jesus Himself: Newer Post Older Tabof Home.
The wooden board upon which, in keeping with the holy rule, he lay fully dressed must have seemed to him deliciously comfortable and the smoothened piece of wood that served as a pillow, soft as down.
A loud noise made him open his eyes and he saw through the window that the moon had not yet risen. He found himself again in the grip of death and worried always about the destiny of his cadaver, he accepted the help of M.
It is a novel about the end times, and, although he does not get everything correct, it is amazingly accurate in many respects. In order to juuana present and encourage the final impenitence of such as these, the devil leaves aside every other occupation and enters into the his veins and there is, as it were a transfusion of diabolical pride into the soul of the renegade.
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Cuando pensaba en la muerte me aterraba, y hubiera dado mi fortuna, mi fama y mis libros por un solo grano de humildad, la semilla del arrepentimiento. The stubbornness of eighty years, transformed into final impenitence, is as a polished bronze wall that surrounds the soul and absorbs the final assault of mercy, shaking, oh the contradiction!
En ese instante puede tu voluntad fijarle el rumbo. The praying of his breviary and some devotions required three long hours to complete; the Mass half an hour; time in the confessional, sometimes one hour, sometimes four or five or more, if many penitents came who spoke Latin or Spanish, the only languages that he knew, since he was never able to, nor did he desire, to learn Esperanto, the universal language since But to repent without humility is against the supernatural law, and is infinitely beyond the strength of man.
It was not the proper time to explain himself in too much detail, and the old friar prefered to continue speaking in general terms.
He sat up in the bed and stretched his hand out toward his bottle of holy water when he was paralyzed by the sound of a voice of one in infinite sorrow, that came from the farthest corner of his cell. He read of the tricks by which he attempted to arrange it so that an ecclesiastical burial would not be denied him, which he desired only for the most inexplicable and contradictory vanity.
The superior left and he remained alone in his cell, whose whitewashed walls seemed tinted with purple, because through its windows, that looked out upon the garden, streamed the rosy glow of a marvelous sunset. He pleaded with God that the little stream that bubbled up in the sanctuary would be transformed into a mighty river like that in the vision of Ezekiel.
That will, or rather, that feeling, because the young Levite must be transformed into the flesh of his flesh, in a sort of instinct, which at the beginning of his career could be nothing more than a cold obedience, that adherence to Rome is what makes him a living member of the Mystical Body of Christ. After many painful occasions in which the monastery of Buenos Aires was close to being closed, on that 30 th of May,six new priests offered their first Mass and among them one already famous for his austerity and his talent.
It requires divine grace. That day, he had to preach a long panegyric of St. Hold it as certain that the Lord will permit the most oppressive temptations, in order that you learn how little we are worth without His Grace.
But, the priest submitted the case to the archbishop, who did not accept the document written with too much cunning, he demanded something more categorical.
Oh, the misery and contradiction of my pride! The virtues produce pleasure, a delight. For eighty-four years that flesh that was dissolving was my only defense against the Infamous One. Miserable wretch that I am! Los friars did not pull up its immense, useless trunk because, in its sterile branches dwelled the doves of the bell tower and because they believed the ancient tradition that that tree would bloom again in the spring in which the last Pope would die, that is, on the very eve of the Second Coming of Christ.
Gregory celebrating the ordination in their church of six young priests celebrating their first Mass. I knew myself to have been blessed with a tremendous intelligence, greater than that of all other men, after Solomon, and I had to choose between serving God or rise up with it against Him and make myself His eternal enemy.
And thus I came to the fearful day. Pero la humildad no es natural; es sobrenatural. Pero si era nauseabunda la fetidez de mi boca, era incomparablemente peor la hediondez de mis pensamientos.
In that instant your will can direct your destiny. Voltaire, taking advantage of a sudden improvement, began to boast. One after another, like aged oxen, the friars were falling in the furrows of their unfinished task, dying peaceful and edifying deaths, the Angels taking their souls to heaven.
Do you know of any famous apostate antipopes from Argentina? The Church of today is only the seed fabor the Church of the future, that will have three circles: Pluguiera el cielo que no se me hubieran dado tantas gracias. Do not pronounce exorcisms if you want me to share with you hidden secrets about what the future holds.
I believed and trembled, knowing that one day we would meet juxna to face. God awaited him with infinite patience. Listen, I signed with my own hand my eternal damnation. Ten years, twenty years more and there would be nobody else in the world who would vest himself with that white linen habit that the founder prescribed, inspired by what was described by the Prophet Daniel in his visions: The bell calling the friars to choir shook him from his trance.
All that you do contrary to obedience, even to the suffering of martyrdom, is bad.