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These divine favors added new fuel to the fire <strong>of</strong> love that burnt within her, and she cried out to Jesus: ' Love<br />

has indeed slain Thee! My Jesus, make me also die <strong>of</strong> love! Life will be a torment. There is no one in the<br />

world who can satisfy my affections, only You. The thorns, the Cross, the nails, all are the work <strong>of</strong> love.' 'Yes,<br />

I love the Cross, the Cross alone, because I see it always on Thy shoulders. I see well, my Jesus, that all my<br />

love is for Thee and Thy sufferings.' 'The Wounds <strong>of</strong> Jesus speak to me with such sweet violence that I<br />

should like . . . 0 my Jesus, I should like my heart to be possessed with but one desire, such as the saints<br />

had, that I might be able in some way to love Thee.'<br />

The phenomena which we have described continued to be manifested in Gemma until February, 1901, when<br />

by order <strong>of</strong> her spiritual director, she prayed to Jesus to be freed from them. Her prayers were heard. But<br />

although the Stigmata disappeared, a new torture took their place-s-the scourging. The following is the<br />

account she gave <strong>of</strong> it to Father Germanus, her spiritual director:<br />

'Something has happened which I never experienced before. . . . You know that on Thursday and Friday<br />

Jesus gives me a little present, and this week another still more dear to me was added. He allowed me to<br />

feel some <strong>of</strong> the blows <strong>of</strong> His scourging over all the body, very painful, Father, but it was nothing compared<br />

with the merciless blows which Jesus received. You remember, we prayed together that Jesus might take<br />

away every external sign, and behold Jesus has added another in its place. Viva Gesu! May He be infinitely<br />

thanked! Nevertheless He assured me that to please me He would take away the external signs . . . but He<br />

added: " Your sufferings will increase and a different life will begin for you…’<br />

To Monsignor Volpi she afterwards wrote thus:<br />

‘It was just at the time when I was praying Jesus to take away all external signs, but Jesus instead added<br />

another. He allowed me to feel a few blows <strong>of</strong> His scourging. To the pain in the hands, feet, head and heart,<br />

this was also added. May He be for ever thanked!<br />

'So about five o'clock I began to feel so great a sorrow for my sins that I seemed to be beside myself through<br />

fright; but to this there succeeded almost immediately a hope in the mercy <strong>of</strong> God which calmed me. I did not<br />

feel any pain yet. After about an hour I seemed to see my Guardian Angel who was holding two crowns in his<br />

hands, one <strong>of</strong> thorns made in the form <strong>of</strong> a hat, and the other made <strong>of</strong> the whitest lilies. The sight <strong>of</strong> the<br />

Angel caused me as usual to be a little afraid, but afterwards it caused me joy. Together we adored the<br />

Majesty <strong>of</strong> God ... and then showing me the two crowns, he asked me which one I should like. I did not want<br />

to answer because the Father had forbidden me to do so, but he insisted, saying that it was he who was<br />

commanding it, he blessed me and made an <strong>of</strong>fering <strong>of</strong> me to the Eternal Father, saying to me that I was to<br />

forget myself and think only <strong>of</strong> sinners that night. I was persuaded by these words, and I told the Angel that I<br />

would have chosen that <strong>of</strong> Jesus. He showed me the one <strong>of</strong> thorns. . . . I kissed it several times, and after he<br />

had placed it on my head the Angel disappeared. I began then to suffer in my hands, feet and head, and later<br />

on in all the body, and I felt heavy blows. I spent the night in that way, and in the morning I forced myself to<br />

get up, so that no one would know these things. The blows and the pain I felt until about two o'clock. At that<br />

time the Angel came back, and to tell the truth I could scarcely bear it any longer-and he made me feel well,<br />

saying that Jesus had had compassion on me because I was yet a little one, and incapable <strong>of</strong> suffering with<br />

Jesus until the hour in which He expired. . . . But I was worried about one thing, the marks had not<br />

disappeared. In the morning when I received Holy Communion I prayed very fervently to Jesus that the<br />

marks would be taken away, and He promised that on the day <strong>of</strong> His Passion He would take them away.'<br />

From the documents quoted, it must be inferred that Gemma began to suffer the new torment <strong>of</strong> the<br />

scourging about February 7 or 8, 1901, and that the Stigmata ceased on February 12, the Feast <strong>of</strong> the<br />

Commemoration <strong>of</strong> the Passion. The phenomenon was repeated on the four Fridays <strong>of</strong> March, and on a few<br />

other occasions, as we can see from her letters, although we cannot say exactly how many times they<br />

occurred because they passed unobserved. The following is an account given by Cecilia Giannini <strong>of</strong> the<br />

phenomena that happened in March. We have compressed it somewhat:<br />

‘Some weeks she suffered neither the Stigmata nor the crowning with thorns. I was pleased. One evening,<br />

however, I saw that she was suffering very much, and went to bed earlier than usual, and seeing this I<br />

watched her. I thought she was ill and I was not thinking <strong>of</strong> the extraordinary things, when suddenly I saw<br />

little streaks <strong>of</strong> blood on the backs <strong>of</strong> her hands. I uncovered her neck and her arms, turning the sleeves <strong>of</strong><br />

her nightdress up a little. Gemma was in ecstasy. But I was not thinking <strong>of</strong> what it could be, and believing<br />

that it was her own blood that was trickling from her skin, I tried to wipe away the blood from the back <strong>of</strong> the<br />

hand with a cloth which became stained. It was her own blood. I could not imagine how the thing was<br />

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