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'I saw on one occasion, I think it was on Good Friday ... something like a circle <strong>of</strong> blood on her forehead.<br />

Some drops were running down her temples, and it really seemed to me that she was exuding blood from<br />

the skin. I did not touch her, but my aunt wiped away the blood with white cloths and these showed the true<br />

red stain <strong>of</strong> blood. The blood, however, continued to come. It was certainly a sweat <strong>of</strong> blood. She was in<br />

ecstasy, and suffered much. The circle <strong>of</strong> blood reached across her forehead from the hair on one side to the<br />

hair on the other. I do not know, and I did not try to find. out, whether the circle continued its way through the<br />

hair. The width <strong>of</strong> this circle was some millimetres in the top part <strong>of</strong> the forehead, leaving unaffected a little<br />

space between the circle and the beginning <strong>of</strong> the hair, as well as the lower part <strong>of</strong> the forehead upon which<br />

the blood was dripping.'<br />

'The wearing <strong>of</strong> the crown commenced on Thursday at the usual hour,' said Mother Gemma Giannini, 'and<br />

ceased on Friday evening.' This same religious likewise deposed that she heard certain words spoken by<br />

Gemma in an ecstasy that preceded -the manifestation <strong>of</strong> this phenomenon. From this testimony one must<br />

conclude that her Guardian Angel appeared to her, holding two crowns, one <strong>of</strong> roses and one <strong>of</strong> thorns, and<br />

invited her to choose. Gemma said: 'Better that which belongs to Jesus. As you well know, my dear Angel, I<br />

recognize that which is His. Give it to me .... ' It was observed that on Thursday she suffered more than on<br />

Friday evening, and when she was asked why this was, she explained that on Thursday the thorns were<br />

driven in, and on Friday they were taken out. Once it was noticed that there remained for a short time in the<br />

middle <strong>of</strong> her forehead near her hair a triangular wound, very distinct and visible. The pain <strong>of</strong> this coronation<br />

was intense. 'She lay stretched out on the bed with only her head to be seen,' said Mother Gemma Giannini.<br />

'Blood was flowing in drops from her forehead, from her eyes like unto tears which afterwards coagulated,<br />

from her nose even, and was running down upon her neck like two streamlets, so that gathering under her<br />

throat it formed a small mass <strong>of</strong> blood. In the morning she got up and washed and then not a trace <strong>of</strong> the<br />

phenomena I have described remained. She went to Mass and fulfilled her usual duties.'<br />

Aunt Cecilia speaks <strong>of</strong> a special manifestation <strong>of</strong> this phenomenon which took place on Good Friday, 1902.<br />

Gemma was occupied with the devotion <strong>of</strong> the Three Hours' Agony, when there opened on her forehead a<br />

punctured wound which later on almost disappeared, only to come again every Thursday, and this continued<br />

until the end <strong>of</strong> June <strong>of</strong> the same year.<br />

Cecilia Giannini, who more frequently than anyone was a spectator <strong>of</strong> these phenomena, in order to give an<br />

idea <strong>of</strong> how Gemma looked when she participated in the crowning with thorns, likened her to an Ecce Homo.<br />

And what a martyrdom Gemma must have suffered at these times! Certainly it would melt a heart <strong>of</strong> stone to<br />

hear her repeat in ecstasy: ' 0 Jesus, my head! I t is too much-I cannot bear it any longer, I cannot bear it any<br />

longer! ... My Jesus, help me!' Nevertheless she wanted all this pain, as a pro<strong>of</strong> that Jesus loved her, and as<br />

a demonstration <strong>of</strong> the love she bore Him in return. '0 Jesus, show me that You love me. At other times when<br />

I asked Thee, You didst allow me to feel the Wounds <strong>of</strong> Thy Passion, the thorns ... I give myself to Thee, 0<br />

Jesus. . . . 0 God, more, more, 0 Jesus . . . still more ! Now, Jesus, I know that You love me!' [Lettere ed<br />

estasi, p. 159.] THE WOUNDS AND SCOURGING<br />

Gemma desired a still deeper participation in the Passion. She wanted to bear the wounds, and with the<br />

wounds, the pain <strong>of</strong> the scourging. '0 my God, give me Thy wounds; they are mine and no longer Thine; give<br />

them to me. Quick, 0 Jesus; if You wait I shall die!' In her abounding love, she longed for a share, not in a<br />

few, but in every one <strong>of</strong> the torments <strong>of</strong> the Passion. '0 Jesus, let me share in all Thy sorrows; let me suffer<br />

while I love, suffer for Jesus who loves, and die suffering for Jesus ! '<br />

God answered the prayers <strong>of</strong> Gemma, not only by satisfying these desires, but also by sharpening them still<br />

more.' This morning after Holy Communion,' she wrote, ' Jesus said to me: " If it is true that you love Me so<br />

much as you say, I want you to bear My image impressed upon you. Look at Me ! You will see Me ill-treated,<br />

despised by all, dead on a Cross. And I invite you also to die on a Cross for me.'" Then He showed her the<br />

instruments <strong>of</strong> the Passion. How such a sight made her heart beat! This is how she writes to her spiritual<br />

Father: 'It seems impossible; Jesus is so determined. He came yesterday evening before I began to suffer.<br />

He came and He had in His hands all the instruments <strong>of</strong> the Passion. I do not know what He meant. He<br />

showed them to me one by one. When He had finished I wanted to say something, but at that moment I<br />

could not say' a word, and Jesus went away and left me alone .... ' But she consoles herself with the thought<br />

that Thursday is near. 'Father, this evening is Thursday evening !' And in another letter she explains why she<br />

looks forward with such joyous expectation to the Holy Hour: 'How happy I am after I have spent an hour<br />

compassionating Jesus! When Thursday evening draws near, I feel absolutely different, so happy: For me<br />

Friday is always a festival day.' [Lettere ed estasi, p. 30.]<br />

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