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Blessed Andrew of Peschiera. C.O.P.

As a child, Andrew Grego lived on the southern shore of Lake Garda, in northern Italy. His training for a life of heroic sanctity began early, with voluntary penances and unquestioning obedience to his father. Andrew’s first desire was to be a hermit, an ambition that was met with ridicule from his brothers. Failing to realize this hope, he made for himself a severe schedule of prayer and penance, and, in his own house, lived the life of one wholly given to God.

After the death of his father, it became increasingly difficult to carry out his plan, so he resolved to enter the cloister. Although his brothers had persecuted him without mercy, he knelt and humbly begged their prayers and forgiveness for having annoyed them. Then he gave them the only possession he had, a walking-stick. This stick, thrown carelessly in a corner by the brothers, was forgotten until, long afterwards, it bloomed like the legendary rod ofSaint Josephin token of Andrew’s holiness.

The 15-year old received the Dominican habit at Bresciaand then was sent to San Marco in Florence. This convent was then at its peak of glory, stamped with the saintly personalities of Saint Antoninus and the Blesseds of Lawrence of Riprafratta, Constantius, and Antony della Chiesa. Andrew’s soul caught the fire of their apostolic zeal, and set forth on his mission in the mountains of northern Italy.

Heresy and poverty had combined to draw almost this entire region from the Church. It was a country of great physical difficulties, and, in his travels in the Alps, he risked death from snowstorms and avalanches as often as from the daggers of the heretics. Nevertheless, he travelled tirelessly, preaching, teaching, and building–for his entire lifetime.

Churches, hospitals, schools, and orphanages were built under Andrew’s direction. He would retire from time to time to these convents for periods of prayer and spiritual refreshment, so that he could return with renewed courage and zeal to the difficult apostolate. He was known as “the Apostle of the Valtelline,” because of the district he evangelized.

Blessed Andrew performed many miracles. Probably his greatest miracle was his preaching, which produced such fruits in the face of great obstacles. At one time, when he was preaching to the people, the heretics presented him with a book in which they had written down their beliefs. He told them to open the book and see for themselves what their teachings amounted to. They did so, and a large viper emerged from the book.

Blessed Andrew closed a holy life by an equally holy death, and died in 1485.  He was buried in Morbegno. He had labored so long among the poor and the neglected that his place in their hearts was secured. Because of the miracles worked at his tomb, and the persistent devotion of the people, his relics were twice transferred to more suitable tombs.  He was beatified in 1820.

 

Blessed Marcolinus of Forli

Blessed Marcolinus of Forli

Born in at Forli, Italy in 1317, Marcolino Amanni entered the Dominicans at age 10. He occupies a place unique in Dominican annals because he was almost purely contemplative . There is outwardly little to record of Blessed Marcolino, except that for 70 years he kept the Dominican Rule in all its rigor. That is a claim to sanctity that can be made by very few, and is of itself enough to entitle him to canonization. He did accomplish the reform of several convents that had fallen from their primitive fervor, but this he did by his prayers and his example rather than by teaching or preaching.

It is said that Marcolino was most at home with the lay brothers, or with the neighborhood children who enjoyed talking to him. He seldom went out of his cell, and could not have engaged in any active works; neither did he leave any writings. His work was the unseen labor presided over by the Holy Spirit, the work of contemplation. “To give to others the fruits of contemplation,” is the Dominican motto and one might be curious to know how Blessed Marcolino accomplished this. In order to understand the need for just such a type of holiness, it is well to remember the state of the Church in the 14th century. Devastated by plague and schism, divided and held up to scorn, preyed upon by all manner of evils, the Church militant was in need, not only of brave and intelligent action, but also of prayer. Consistently through the centuries, God has raised up such saints as could best avert the disasters that threatened the world in their day, and Marcolino was one answer to the need for mystics who would plead ceaselessly for the Church.

The interior life of Marcolino was not recorded by himself or by others. He lived the mystical life with such intensity that he was nearly always in ecstasy and unconscious of the things around him. One of his brothers recorded that he seemed “a stranger on earth, concerned only with the things of heaven.” Most of his brethren thought him merely sleepy and inattentive, but actually he was, for long periods, lost in converse with God. Some had heard him talking earnestly to the statue of Our Lady in his cell; some fortunate few had heard Our Lady replying to his questions, with the same simplicity.

At the death of Marcolino,  on 2 January, 1397, a beautiful child appeared in the streets, crying out the news to the little town that the saintly friar was dead. As the child disappeared when the message was delivered, he was thought to have been an angel. Many miracles were worked at the tomb of Marcolino. One was the miraculous cure of a woman who had been bedridden for 30 years. Hearing of the death of the blessed, she begged him to cure her so that she could visit his tomb.

He was confirmed as a saint in 1750 by Pope Benedict XIV.

Broken Glass

On a dead-end street, in the middle of Suburbia, sits a house, made of stone and wood. As a testament to time, and perseverance, this abode has seen many a family, broken or happy, walk in and out of its doors. Also this very unassuming house has stood witness to drug deals gone bad, police arrests, and ultimately death. But in a few short moments, all those memories were erased from its collective memory by a force few can battle. Fire, that most potent entity that can, and did, destroy everything which Man and nature put in its path.  Witness the battle bravely fought by those men and women who sought to save this time-worn friend, and in the end knew there was no hope. All that stands now is a shell, made of stone, which will, like all things in this neighborhood, slip in to the forgetful plague of progress.

     Here our story diverts, because though this house has stood for many years, so too has a stone archway which greets every visitor, whether policeman, fireman, or medical examiner. As a gateway, this stone piece is not much to look at; being rather plain and brown in color, but atop this entryway is a treasure.

    On another day, quite sunny but chilly, while sitting in her living room, a woman notices something shiny glaring through her window. Looking out, she spots a glimmer atop this plain, brown stone arch. Curious, she crosses the street to investigate and discovers something that seems out of place. For above this architectural gate is a piece of glass, broken into two pieces. Feeling as if put there for a purpose; she leaves without taking this simple treasure, deciding the owners must have their reasons. Only later does she realize that, from her house alone, and only on very sunny days, and only for a few moments each morning, can this beauty be seen. But after the fire, does the real treasure reveal itself.

     Just this morning, barely 24 hours after the tragedy, as the day was reborn in its beautiful sunny glory, once again looking out her window, she was met with an old friend. For there again was that familiar sparkle, and she knew then that God was speaking, telling her to Look, see with new eyes, and learn. Like the mythical Phoenix, rising from the ashes, the brilliance was there once again, and once again she was compelled to cross that street to ponder the wonder of this lesson from God. Then she knew, for in this standstill of time, she was being shown His grace, and given more than man’s treasures of gold and silver. She was given two pieces of broken glass, and nothing she has ever owned can match their glimmer.

    So you ask, dear reader, what lesson, what profound truth can be gleaned from two pieces of glass, whose beauty is truly in the eyes of the beholder, this observant woman. For really she is the only one who sees these pieces of glass, notices their beauty, their shine, but in this moment, is once again reminded that no matter our physical presence, we all are worthy of God’s love, and He has a purpose for our creation. Though broken in two, though rarely seen, and most importantly, still standing in the face of a tragedy that can destroy lives, these broken pieces of glass offer up their glory, as if to uplift a weary spirit such as herself. How can one not, as God’s blessed creation, do anything less? We are all here for a reason, even those of us who are broken, like that broken piece of glass, to first praise God for his grace and love, and then to share our blessings, our hearts, and our life lessons. Oh, and yes, as any treasure seeker will tell you, though tempting to remove the broken glass as a memento, the greatest reward is to know this find was better left in place. So I left it as I found it. Maybe another wounded, broken soul will discover the truest treasures are not always what they seem.

Benedicite!

It is with great joy that we announce the restoration of the Order of Preachers, OPr, to the Reformed Catholic Church.  We are a group of men and women, both clergy and lay, striving to bring to the world the Good News of Christ by following in the steps of our father, Saint Dominic, by way of the Four Pillars of the Dominican Charism:  Prayer, Study, Community, and Ministry.

It is our hope that by our presence in the world we may further the cause of Our Lord and the Reformed Catholic Church, and to be a blessing to those with whom we come in contact.  Though the Order of Preachers is  patterned after an eight-hundred old tradition founded by Saint Dominic Guzman, we strive to remain relevant in today’s society through our  belief in a Christ-centered faith and devotion.  To know and share the truth of God’s Word through teaching, preaching, study, and community, is the foundation of our mission, and the complete surrender to God’s will is central to the heart of  the sincere piety which is the way of God’s most dedicated servants, is that for which we strive.

We ask your prayers as we begin this journey of faith, that we may ever grow in our Christian walk and as we endeavor to bring Christ to the masses.