Yesterday, we celebrate the memory of St Maria Goretti, a remarkable girl whose simple faith enabled her to gain the crown of being a virgin and a martyr. We are privileged to have her for a brief chat about her life and her faith.
JF: Thank you St Maria for this honour of chatting with you on this particular day for you and for the Church. Would you please tell us a bit about your life?
St Maria: Well, I was born in 1890 at Corinaldo, a small village, some thirty-miles from Ancona. I was one of the five children of my parents Luigi Goretti and Assunta Carlini. My father raised us up by being a farm-labourer.
JF: And did you stay in that same village all your life?
St Maria: No, in 1896, the family moved to Colle Gianturo, near Galiano. But we didn’t stay there for long. We had to move to another place called Ferriere di Conca, close to Nettuno in the Roman Campagna.
JF: I assumed your father might have found work there, so you move?
St Maria: Not exactly, because once we got to our new place of residence, my father was stricken with malaria and shortly later, he died.
JF: Oh I’m sorry to hear that.
St Maria: It was indeed a sorry situation for all of us. As a widow, my mum had to take up his work to the best of her ability.
JF: I can sense that. I can surmise it must have been a very hard struggle for her.
St Maria: Certainly. Every small coin and bit of food had to be looked at twice.
JF: Did you and the rest of your siblings help her to cope up in some ways?
St Maria: We did. In fact I kept on encouraging her to go on, cheering her up to keep up the faith and live.
JF: I assumed by doing just that, your family had coped up quite well of the loss of your father.
St Maria: To some extent yes. But for me, I had to overcome severe trials of faith in my time.
JF: For example, like what?
St Maria: One hot afternoon in July 1902, I was sitting at the top of the stairs in the cottage, mending a shirt, when a cart stopped outside and Alexander, our 18-year old neighbour came running up the stairs.
JF: What was he up to?
St Maria: He seduced me to go to bed with him. But I refused to abide with his evil plan. Knowing that he couldn’t get me, he seized me, pulled me in the bedroom and shut the door behind him.
JF: Were you the only one in the house then? Did you try calling for help?
St Maria: I struggled and tried to call for help. But he strangled me, so my call for help could not really be heard well. But I indicated to him, as I gasped from his strangulation, that I would rather be killed than submit to his evil whims.
JF: Which he brutally did?
St Maria: Yes, he pulled my dress and started to strike me with his long dagger. I sank to the floor, as I continued pleading him to kill me rather than abusing me. I could still recall him plunging his dagger into my back and ran away.
JF: Had there been a witness for this terrible assault to you?
St Maria: That I could not be certain of. But I thought some people might have seen the crime. I could not remember there was an ambulance fetching me, but there must have been, since I woke up in the hospital.
JF: And did you think at that time that you would never really recover from what happened to you?
St Maria: I knew that I would never survive. What held me back was that I was terribly worried of my mother’s welfare as she continued to raise my other siblings.
JF: But you did something remarkable there in the hospital there as well.
St Maria: Well, I received with such joy and welcome the holy viaticum.
JF: And you also expressed your forgiveness to your murderer.
St Maria Goretti disclosed that she was really afraid of Alexander who had made some advancement to her prior to the incident. But she didn’t tell this to anyone, lest she could cause trouble with his family. Twenty-four hours after the assault, Maria Goretti died surrounded by her mother, the parish priest of Nettuno, a Spanish noblewoman and two nuns.
Her murderer Alexander was sentenced to 30 years behind bars, and showed no regrets at all. But one night he dreamed that Maria Goretti appeared gathering flowers and offering them to him. That changed him personally. He was released from prison after serving 27 years there. The first thing he did then was to go and seek Maria’s mother and asked for her forgiveness.
Pope Pius XII beatified here on April 27,1947. The beatification ceremony was such a remarkable event since the Pope appeared on the balcony of St Peter’s later, accompanied by the then 82-year old Assunta Goretti [Maria’s mum], her two sisters and her brother. Three years after she was beatified, she was canonized as St of the Catholic Church by the same Pope, before the biggest crowd ever assembled for a canonization.
This is the last part of the meditation of Bishop Fulton Sheen on the HOLY HOUR. Here he talks about the fruits, the benefits that we reap from this beautiful practice of keeping close to our Lord in the Blessed Sacrament for an hour everyday.
Sometimes I wished that I had kept a record of the thousands of letters that I have received from priests and laity telling me how they have taken up the practice of the Holy Hour. Every retreat for priests that I ever gave had this as a practical resolution. Too often retreats are like health conferences. There is a general agreement on the need for health, but there is lacking a specific recommendation on how to be healthy. The Holy Hour became a challenge to the priests on retreat, and then when the tapes of my retreats became available to the laity, it was edifying to read of those who responded to grace by watching an hour daily before the Lord. A monsignor who, because of a weakness for alcohol and consequent scandal, was told to leave his parish went into another diocese on a trial basis, where he made my retreat. Responding to the grace of the Lord, he gave up alcohol, was restored to effectiveness in his priesthood, made the Holy Hour everyday and died in the Presence of the Blessed Sacrament.
As an indication of the very wide effect of the Holy Hour, I once received a letter from a priest in England who told me in his own language: “I left the priesthood and fell into a state of degradation.” A priest friend invited him to hear a tape on the Holy Hour from a retreat I had given. Responding to grace, he was restored again to the priesthood and entrusted with the care of a parish. Divine Mercy wrought a change in him…
Many of the laity who have read my books and heard my tapes are also making the Holy Hour.
A state trooper wrote that he had my tapes attached to his motorcycle and would listen to them as he was cruising the highways: “Imagine,” he wrote, “the bewilderment of a speeder being stopped by me while from the tape recorder was coming one of your sermons about the Eucharist.” He found it difficult at first to find a church that was open during the day at a time he could make his Hour. Later on, he found a pastor who was not only willing to open the church, but even willing to make the Hour with him.
Most remarkable of all was the effect the preaching of the Holy Hour had on non-Catholic ministers. I preached three retreats to Protestant ministers-on two occasions to over three hundred in South Carolina and in Florida, and on another occasion to a smaller group at Princeton University. I asked them to make a continuous Holy Hour of prayer in order to combat the forces of evil in the world, because that is what Our Lord asked from the night of His agony. I addressed them: “You are not blessed with the same Divine Presence in your churches that I believe we possess. But you do have another presence that we do also, and that is the Scripture. At the Vatican Council, we had a solemn procession of the Scriptures into the Council every morning as a form of the Presence of God. You could make the Hour before the Scriptures.” Many came to me later to inquire about the Eucharist, some even asked to join with me in a Holy Hour before the Eucharist.
Most remarkable of all was a telephone call I received early one morning in Los Angeles. The caller announced himself as Reverend Jack McAllister. He was most insistent that he see me. I told him that I was catching a plane for New York at midday and would be glad to see him at the airport before leaving.
A very distinguished Christian gentleman appeared, Mr. Jack McAllister, who told me that he was engaged in a work of world evangelization, sending tapes on the Gospel to all parts of the world, and also mailing million of copies of sermons and scriptures to every quarter of the globe: “There is one thing that seems to be missing in my world evangelism, and that is a spiritual practice which will make it successful. What would you recommend?” I recounted how much I depended on a daily Holy Hour before the Eucharist, and then suggested that since he was not blessed with the Eucharist, he could ask all of his people to spend one continuous hour with the Scriptures in prayer and reparation for the sins of the world.
One year later I received a pamphlet from him entitles: “Jack McAllister writes to ONE HOUR WATCHERS.” A paragraph from that pamphlet reads: “Please…if you are honestly concerned about making Christ known to literally every creature- give God one hour every day. You are needed in God’s prayer-force to prepare for work in the totally unevangelized areas of the world. Do you love them enough to pray? Will you ‘pay the price’ of spiritual battle for one hour daily?’ Christ asked: ‘What, could you not watch with me one hour?’
At the end of the first year, he wrote and told me that seven hundred ministers had pledged one hour a day…
One of the by-products of the Holy Hour was the sensitiveness to the Eucharistic Presence of Our Divine Lord. I remember once reading in Lacordaire, the famour orator of Notre Dame Cathedral in Paris: “Give me the young man who can treasure for days, weeks and years, the gift of a rose or the touch of a hand of a friend.”
Seeing early in my priesthood that marriages break and friends depart when sensitiveness and delicacy are lost, I took various means to preserve that responsiveness. When first ordained and a student at the Catholic University in Washington, I would never go to class without climbing the few stairs to the Chapel in Caldwell Hall to make a tiny act of love to our Lord in the Blessed Sacrament. Later, at the University of Louvain in Belgium, I would make a visit to our Blessed Lord in every single church I passed on the way to class. When I continued graduate work in Rome and attended the Angelicum and Gregorian, I would visit every Church en route from the Trastevere section where I lived. This is not so easy in Rome, for there are churches on almost every corner. Fred Allen once said that Rome has a church on one corner so that you may pray to get across the street; the church on the other corner is to thank God that you made it.
Later as a teacher as the Catholic University in Washington, I arranged to put a chapel immediately at the entrance of the front door of my home. This was in order that I might never come in or go out without seeing the sanctuary lamp as a summons to adore the Heart of Christ at least for a few seconds. I tried to be faithful to this practice all during my life, and even now in the apartment in New York where I live, the chapel is between my study and my bedroom. This means, that I can never move from one area of my small apartment to another without at least a genuflection and a small ejaculation to our Lord in the Blessed Sacrament. Even at night, when I am awakened and arise, I always make it a point to drop into the chapel for a few seconds, recalling the Passion, Death and Resurrection of Our Lord, offering a prayer for the priests and religious of the world, and for all who are in spiritual need. Even this autobiography is written in His presence, that He might inspire others when I am gone to make the Hour that makes Life.
Today’s solemnity is one of those many elements of the mystery of our Christian faith that is very hard to explain. Yet it is the core of our being baptised Christian, in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. It is quite hard and a big challenge to try to explain this mystery of our faith, that God is one and three or God is three persons in one God. This is what we call the Trinity. This is what we celebrate today.
We can however talk about this mystery of the Holy Trinity in forms of analogy. For the lovers of nature, God is like the sun. The Father is the Sun, the rays emanating the earth is the Son, and the warmth, the energy we feel and benefit from is the Holy Spirit. For the singers, the Father is the singer, the Son is the Song and the Holy Spirit is the beautiful sound of music that comes out of both. For the musician the guitar can even be used as the analogy, the Father being the hand or the person playing, the Son as the guitar and the music that is produced is the Holy Spirit. For the mathematician, God is perfect triangle- three perfect angles in one Triangle. One God in three or three in one: a mystery indeed.
As a mystery, it always eludes us. We just couldn’t make a simple explanation to this. Theologians, ever since, are trying to explain this mystery, they wrote books and books about this. But still it remains a great mystery for all of us. The theologians said, that God is love, and his love is so intense, so perfect and complete, strong and personal, that it becomes a person, the Son. The Son loves the Father back. His love is so intense and strong, perfect and complete and personal, that it becomes a person, the Holy Spirit.
This really blows our mind away. But here is the beauty of it. This mysterious nature of our God is revealed to us when we love somebody. It takes two persons to love, the lover and the beloved and this love makes them one. The two persons truly in love don’t care about the rest of the world, don’t feel shame or embarrassed because their love is true and personal, strong and intense. Their love unites them as one, and in fact the only one, as if the world revolves around them.
And we can tell this, that when we are in love, we just have to let things be, without trying to explain why for instance, do I feel in love to this specific person and not to someone else there? When we are in love, at times we wonder why is this like this or like that. Sometimes we even can say “Love is blind” really because I didn’t even take notice of my beloved’s weaknesses and limitations, because I love him or her so much that no matter what people would say, my love will prevail. I just want to tell the world how much I love my beloved.
In like manner, this is the kind of love that binds the Holy Trinity, the One God in three persons, in perfect communion. The love between them is so strong and overflowing and personal that God shares this love to us, his creation. Whoever we are and what we do, God loves us in a very personal way, and he always invites us to accept this offer of love. His love is not enforcing, it is inviting. Our God is love. This is what Jesus said to Nicodemus in our Gospel today, God loved the world so much that he gave his only Son…the love of God. This is our God, the God of love and peace as St Paul tells us today in the Second Reading. The God who is God of tenderness and compassion, slow to anger, rich in kindness and faithfulness as Moses declares in our First Reading today.
But how can we understand this love between the Trinity which overflows to humanity? An analogy might be of help here. See that God’s love is like the sun. It always gives light to the world. It always gives warmth to the earth. It always energizes the creation. Even if a heavy cloud is blocking our sight to see it, it remains there. The sun does not hide. Even if we hide in a totally dark cave, it does not affect in any way, nor diminish the sun’s light. It always remains as is. In a similar way, this is how God loves us. If we have realized, convinced and have experienced this wonderful love of God, we know that we have a great support. We take courage in what we do. And we can ask anything from this loving God of ours. Because he loves us, he really knows what his beloved needs. The other day, I sat down for the exam to hear confession. I had to face a Canon lawyer and a moral theologian. Before that I was really nervous, ill-prepared, lack in confidence and just anxious because I don’t know what confessional cases would be asked for and respond to. There are only two possibilities there, either I pass or I fail no credit, no distinction, just pass or fail. If I fail, I have to come and sit on the exam again in two weeks, and I don’t want to do that. I literally was praying to the Holy Trinity. I said, “Father, I trust in you. Jesus help me here. Holy Spirit, enlighten my mind and heart that I may be able to speak and respond adequately the questions and to the situations laid out before me.” I took the exam. I was relieved later on when I learned that both of the examiners have immediately agreed that I passed. I don’t know how I did it. I could not exactly remember now what I said in my answers to their questions. But when I expressed my concern to one of the examiners that I am worried if I dealt each particular case accordingly, he said, “except that you’ve given all the right answers.” I spent the rest of that day thanking God in all my heart for his help and for showing that he loves and really cares for me.
That is how God loves us. If we just let him love us and embrace his love. We just can’t help but savour the sweetness of his love. Eventually then, by living in his love, we’ll be able to have a glimpse of how perfect a love it really is the love that binds the three persons in One God.