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Monday, January 5, 2009

Blessed Brother Andre

Healer, Religious, Doorkeeper, Dreamer of Dreams
The Miracle Worker of Montreal
As with many Saints that we have written about, when Blessed André died on January 6, 1937, the Faithful had already proclaimed him a Saint. In the case of Blessed André of Mont Royal, or Montreal, Canada, not only the citizens of that city, but indeed all of French Canada considered him a Saint during his lifetime. There was an expression which circulated French Canada during the early 1900’s when something could not be done, “Hey, I’m not Brother André. I can’t get it done.” One of the resource books we’re using for this life of Blessed André is “Brother André, Miracle Worker of Mont Royal.” This title just about expresses what Brother André was and did. The Lord worked powerfully through him and all was done through the intercession of, and to give honor to St. Joseph. The monument to St. Joseph, high on a hill overlooking all of Montreal, is a tribute from Brother André to St. Joseph; but we believe it’s also a tribute from St. Joseph and our Heavenly family as well as the people of Montreal to their own Brother André.
No one wanted the humble doorkeeper forgotten, nor did they wish his memory to be romanticized or altered in any way. Therefore, for the eight years following his death, forty-nine of the most reliable witnesses were individually questioned regarding events surrounding Blessed André’s life. Everything was carefully taken down in short-hand, so that the investigators could later read their answers and make sure their testimony had been accurately recorded. Having agreed that it had, they then signed documents, swearing under oath that all they had testified was true.
Over three thousand pages of eye-witness testimony was accumulated, only to have Rome, twenty-five years later in 1962, appoint other Church officials in Montreal to conduct an inquiry delving more specifically into Blessed André’s life. This would result in nine hundred more pages by another twenty-two witnesses. You would be hard-pressed to find anyone in the Church or in the world more documented or better known than the humble Doorkeeper who founded Saint Joseph’s Oratory.
Blessed André, the child
Alfred Bessette (later known as Brother André) came from very humble beginnings, much like those of Jesus. He was born on August 9, 1845. The baby was so frail and sickly, his parents were afraid he would not live; and so Alfred was baptized the moment he was born. He was conditionally baptized (when there is doubt concerning a previous Baptism) the following day in the church. With the loving care and prayers of a very pious mother, our future Blessed lived to an old age! But, like other great Saints before and after him, Brother André would have serious bouts with debilitating illnesses to the day he died.
His parents, Isaac Bessette and Clothilde Foisy were young when they married. The little family had virtually no money; Isaac was, like St. Joseph before him, a carpenter. We believe that Brother André’s first exposure to St. Joseph, and the great devotion he had for the foster father of Jesus, came from his own saintly father. Isaac married Clothilde when she was only seventeen years old. As she was from the Parish of Saint Joseph in Chambly, she taught her son Alfred about Jesus’ earthly father, at an early age. When questioned later on in life, Brother André would tell everyone about the great devotion and love he had for St. Joseph came from his mother who taught him from the cradle to know and love this great Saint, and his own father who represented St. Joseph on earth for young Alfred.
Alfred loved to pray from the time he was a little boy. He later spoke of those special moments when the family gathered to pray together, how he would sit close to his mother and finger the beads on her Rosary as they recited the mysteries. The two people who meant so much to little Alfred were taken away from him at an early age. First, his father died in an accident, and then six years later, he lost his mother to a dreaded, debilitating illness, tuberculosis. Family life as he knew it, would never be the same. Alfred had no mother and father; he had his heavenly Mother and father, Our Lady, and St. Joseph.
The family had to be dispersed. His siblings each went to a different home. Alfred, frail, delicate, and a very sensitive boy of twelve was required by his adoptive uncle to be a man! Right after the funeral, he told the grieving boy to stop crying; there was work to do. There was no time for mourning; that was for weaklings and girls. Alfred was twelve; he had to be a man and carry his weight. Poor Alfred had no weight; he was such a small, fragile child. But he did what he was told. This cross he carried would give him a love for the Cross of Jesus and a heart and compassion for the suffering people of this world who would later come to him. He prayed and practiced means of penance from an early age; but when the means of mortification, which could be a hairshirt, or a wire belt, were discovered by his aunt, he would obey and remove them, only to put on different ones.
Alfred was protected and looked after all his life. One night he went to a party. He was disturbed by the language and behavior among the young people there, and so he left by himself. As he was crossing a bridge on the way home, he heard a murmuring coming from below. He looked, but there was no one there. He heard the sounds again. Realizing they were not coming from the brook, suddenly thoughts of his mother came to him. He called out: “Dear Mother, if this sound is you warning me not to return to that place, let me hear it again.” Again he heard the sound, only now more clearly. Alfred knew both his earthly mother as well as his heavenly mother were looking out for him.
When Alfred was twenty years old, we find him following the pattern of other young men, venturing out to new worlds and more rewarding horizons. This was most likely encouraged and possibly mandated by his uncle who felt that André was a means to earn some money. And André obeyed. He went to the United States where he first worked on a farm and then in a factory. This was what other young men his age were doing; it seemed like the right thing to do. However, that was his agenda, or his uncle’s. He did not know that the path God had chosen for him was not in the world but for the world.
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Friday, January 2, 2009

St. Elizabeth Ann Seton

St. Elizabeth Ann Seton
"He is more within us than we are ourselves."
St. Elizabeth Ann Seton, or as we knew her when we were children, Mother Seton, is the first American-born Saint we have written about. She was born in New York City, just as we were. When I was a child, I attended a Catholic parochial school, St. Athanasius in the Bronx, taught by those beautiful Sisters of Charity. They wore funny little bonnets which covered their heads, like the pictures you see of Mother Seton, not the type we typically identified with Nuns, especially after having seen Ingrid Bergman in "The Bells of St. Mary." These good Sisters of Charity would read to us from the Lives of the Saints two or three times a week as I recall. These were exciting stories of holy people who had lived good lives, set an example for the world, and went to Heaven. Usually, there were Miracles attached to their lives, or apparitions of Our Lord Jesus and His Mother Mary.
In 1975, we taught CCD to second-graders. Every time we met, we would tell them the story of a Saint whose Feast Day fell on that week. We called them "Super Saints." We'd make the Superman insignia on the blackboard, only we'd make two S's for Super Saint. Being as how they were little people, we didn't think they heard a word we told them. But then at Parent-Teacher meetings, when the parents told us how their children came home and told them about this Saint or that one, we knew the Lord had gotten the message across to them. We believe the moving force behind this book and television series came from the stories we heard from these beautiful Sisters of Charity.
These sisters would also tell us stories about their Foundress, Mother Seton, who was not yet a Saint. But she was a very special lady who did great things against tremendous odds, and that's usually the stuff that Saints are made of. So we prayed with the sisters that she would someday become a Saint. The Cause for her Canonization had not been opened at that time, but we didn't know anything about those things. She was a holy lady, and would definitely become a Saint. So all through elementary school, we prayed with the sisters for the Canonization of Mother Seton. But at thirteen, I graduated from that elementary school, went on to High School, and she and her nuns went completely out of my mind. The next time I remember hearing anything about Mother Seton, I had just turned forty years old and five days later on the following Sunday she was canonized a Saint, the first American-born citizen to be raised to the Communion of Saints.
Elizabeth Ann Seton really fits the description of a woman for all seasons. She is truly a role model for women of today. Although she was always a very refined lady, she never shrunk from any kind of work which would help her or her family, whether it be her children or her ladies. She was a personification of motherhood all her life. She was a Protestant who converted after the death of her husband. She was a widow, a single mother, raising five children under the most impossible circumstances in a male-oriented world; she became a nun, and founded a religious community; you name it, Elizabeth Seton did it. Perhaps because she was such a beautiful girl, and was raised in New York society of the period, it seemed to many that she was able to just breeze through life doing wonderful things for the people of God, for the Church and for her family, without raising a bead of perspiration. Her life was anything but that.
However, we are getting ahead of herself. Because the life of Elizabeth Seton covers such a broad spectrum, we wonder sometimes where to begin. There are so many aspects we want to cover, so many important things to tell you, we want to be sure not to leave anything out. But a good rule of thumb is always to begin at the beginning, and let the Lord lead you to where He wants you to go. When He's finished instructing, it's time to end the chapter.[1] Allow me to introduce you to the girl, woman, mother, teacher, Foundress, Saint for whom my precious Grammar School teachers, the Sisters of Charity were praying all those years when I was young, and for the rest of their lives, no doubt. Come and join a woman on her Journey to Sainthood, Elizabeth Ann Seton.
[1]cf Mother Angelica, when talking about writing her mini-books
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