|Meagan taking a selfie (ha ha) before the image we wear|
The image of the Sacred Heart that we wear was popularized by the Vendees in their revolt against the demonic French Revolution. Blessed Charles de Foucauld embraced the image as his own, and he was very proud of France's history as the "eldest daughter of the Church". He desired nothing more than for France to rise up and reclaim her faith, the faith of Sts. Joan of Arc and King Louis, and he would even invoke Charlemagne. Or so he wrote in a private letter that I read that was up for auction last year. In that same manly spirit, Cardinal Sarah has issued his own summons for France to rise from her filth, and become "spiritual Vendeans" against "the lie of atheistic ideology." It is a rousing homily to say the least. If you've somehow missed it, please read it now!
Our own St. Stephen's parish is hoping to bring in Fr. Lawrence Carney for a parish mission. I've written about Fr. Carney on several occasions, and I even sent his street evangelization book to Archbishop Sample. It should be arriving today, along with a note asking for His Excellency's blessing for the mission. Our pastor thinks his blessing is important, and upon reflection, I believe it will guarantee the mission's success. After all, this apostolate only took off after I knelt before Archbishop Sample and received his blessing for myself and the apostolate.
A couple of days ago I celebrated the 100th anniversary of the death of military chaplain Fr. Willie Doyle SJ at the Ypres front during World War I. Here is a wonderful website dedicated to him, and you can read a quick article about him here by K. V. Turley. It boggles the mind that he has not been beatified. Here is a short anecdote by his brother (also a Jesuit) who recalls how Fr. Doyle's holiness shown out from his face, intriguing those who passed by. I can't think of a better way to evangelize than by simply radiating the divine life of Christ.
"Willie and I were dining at Melrose one evening. I arrived first, and I was looking out of the drawing room. when I saw Willie coming up the drive. I can still see his face as he came towards the house. It had an expression of sweetness, brightness and holiness that was quite astonishing. During the last time that he was on leave from the Front, he came down to Limerick where I was stationed. We went for a walk together. Coming home, we met a number of people walking...As each couple or party came near us, I noticed all eyes became fixed on Willie with a curiously interested and reverential expression. I stole a glance at him. His eyes were cast down, and upon his face was the same unearthly look of sweetness and radiance I had seen on it that evening years before at Melrose."
|Fr. Willie Doyle. I love you my brother.|