December 12 Our Lady of Guadalupe.
uploaded by irapuato on December 12, 2014. (1531) One of the most beautiful series of apparitions of the Queen of Heaven occurred on the American continent on a December day of 1531, only ten years after the Spanish conquest. A fervent Christian Indian in his fifties, Juan Diego, a widower, was on his way to Mass in Mexico City from his home eight miles distant, a practice he and his wife had followed since their conversion, in honor of Our Lady on Her day, Saturday. He had to pass near the hill of Tepeyac, and was struck there by the joyous song of birds, rising up in the most melodious of concerts; he stopped to listen. Looking up to the hilltop, he perceived a brilliant cloud, surrounded by a light brighter than a fiery sun, and a gentle voice called him by name, saying, Juan, come. His first fear was transformed into a sweet happiness by this voice, and he mounted the slope. There he beheld the One he had intended to honor by hearing Her Mass. She was surrounded by a radiance so brilliant it sent out rays that seemed to transform the very rocks into scintillating jewels.
Where are you going, My child? She asked him. To Saint James to hear the Mass sung by the minister of the Most High in honor of the Mother of the Saviour. That is good, My son; your devotion is agreeable to Me, as is also the humility of your heart. Know then that I am that Virgin Mother of God, Author of Life and Protector of the weak. I desire that a temple be built here, where I will show Myself to be your tender Mother, the Mother of your fellow citizens and of all who invoke My name with confidence. Go to the bishop and tell him faithfully all you have seen and heard.
Juan continued on his way, and the bishop, Monsignor Juan de Zumarraga, a Franciscan of great piety and enlightened prudence, heard him kindly and asked questions, but sent him home without any promises. Juan was disappointed, but on his way past the hill, he once again found the Lady, who seemed to be waiting for him as though to console him. He excused himself for the failure of his mission, but She only repeated Her desire to have a temple built at this site, and told him to return again to the bishop. This he did on the following day, begging the bishop to accomplish the desires of the Virgin. Monsignor said to him: If it is the Most Holy Virgin who sends you, She must prove it; if She wants a church, She must give me a sign of Her will. On his way home, Juan Diego found Her again, waiting, and She said to him, Come back tomorrow and I will give you a certain mark of the truthfulness of your words.
The next day Juan was desolate to find his uncle, with whom he lived, fallen grievously sick; the old gentleman was clearly on the brink of death. Juan had to go and find a priest in the city. As he was passing the hill, Our Lady again appeared to him, saying, Do not be anxious, Diego, because of your uncle's illness. Don't you know that I am your Mother and that you are under My protection? At this moment your uncle is cured. Then please give me the sign you told me of, replied Juan. Mary told him to come up to the hilltop and cut the flowers he would find there, place them under his cloak, and bring them to Her. I will tell you then what to do next. Juan found the most beautiful of roses and lilies, and chose the most fragrant ones for Mary. She made a bouquet of them and placed it in a fold of his cloak or tilma — a large square of coarse cloth resembling burlap. Take these lilies and roses on My behalf to the bishop, She said. This is the certain sign of My will. Let there be no delay in raising here a temple in My honor. With joy Juan continued on to the city and the bishop's residence, where he had to wait nearly all day in the antechamber. Other visitors noted the fragrance of his flowers, and went so far as to open his mantle to see what he was carefully holding in it, but found only flowers pictured on the cloth. When finally he was admitted to the presence of the prelate, he opened his cloak and the fresh flowers fell on the floor. That was not the only sign; on his cloak there was imprinted a beautiful image of the Virgin. It remains today still visible in the Cathedral of Mexico City, conserved under glass and in its original state, having undergone no degeneration in 470 years.
Juan found his uncle entirely cured that evening; he heard him relate that Our Lady had cured him, and had said to him also: May a sanctuary be raised for Me under the name of Our Lady of Guadalupe. The bishop lost no time in having a small church built at the hill of Tepeyac, and Juan Diego himself dwelt near there to answer the inquiries of the pilgrims who came in great numbers. In effect, nearly all of the land became Catholic in a few years' time, having learned to love the gentle Lady who like God their Father showed Herself to be the ever-watchful friend of the poor. In 1737 the pestilence ceased immediately in Mexico city after the inhabitants made a vow to proclaim Our Lady of Guadalupe the principal Patroness of New Spain. In 1910 She was proclaimed by Saint Pius X Celestial Patroness of all Latin America. Recent studies of the image of Our Lady on the tilma have discovered in one of Her eyes the portrait of Juan Diego, the son She chose to favor by this triduum of heavenly apparitions and conversations.
Message Marial, by the Brothers of the Christian Schools (FEC Press: Montreal, 1947).
December 12 - Our Lady of Guadalupe
The Blessed Virgin appeared on Saturday 9 December 1531 to a 55 year old neophyte named Juan Diego, who was hurrying down Tepeyac hill to hear Mass in Mexico City. She sent him to Bishop Zumárraga to have a temple built where she stood. She was at the same place that evening and Sunday evening to get the bishop‘s answer. The bishop did not immediately believed the messenger, had him cross-examined and watched, and he finally told him to ask the lady who said she was the mother of the true God for a sign. The neophyte agreed readily to ask for sign desired, and the bishop released him.
Juan was occupied all Monday with Bernardino, an uncle, who was dying of fever. Indian medicine had failed, and Bernardino seemed at death‘s door. At daybreak on Tuesday 12 December 1531, Juan ran to nearby the Saint James convent for a priest. To avoid the apparition and the untimely message to the bishop, he slipped round where the well chapel now stands. But the Blessed Virgin crossed down to meet him and said, “What road is this thou takest son?” A tender dialogue ensued. She reassured Juan about his uncle, to whom she also briefly appeared and instantly cured. Calling herself Holy Mary of Guadalupe she told Juan to return to the bishop. He asked Mary for the sign he required. She told him to go to the rocks and gather roses. Juan knew it was neither the time nor the place for roses, but he went and found them. Gathering many into the lap of his tilma, a long cloak or wrapper used by Mexican Indians, he came back. The Holy Mother rearranged the roses, and told him to keep them untouched and unseen until he reached the bishop. When he met with Zumárraga, Juan offered the sign to the bishop. As he unfolded his cloak the roses, fresh and wet with dew, fell out. Juan was startled to see the bishop and his attendants kneeling before him. The life size figure of the Virgin Mother, just as Juan had described her, was glowing on the tilma. The picture was venerated, guarded in the bishop‘s chapel, and soon after carried in procession to the preliminary shrine.
The coarsely woven material of the tilme which bears the picture is as thin and open as poor sacking. It is made of vegetable fibre, probably maguey. It consists of two strips, about seventy inches long by eighteen wide, held together by weak stitching. The seam is visible up the middle of the figure, turning aside from the face. Painters have not understood the laying on of the colours. They have deposed that the “canvas” was not only unfit but unprepared, and they have marvelled at apparent oil, water, tempera, etc. colouring in the same figure. They are left in equal admiration by the flower-like tints and the abundant gold. They and other artists find the proportions perfect for a maiden of fifteen. The figure and the attitude are of one advancing. There is flight and rest in the eager supporting angel. The chief colours are deep gold in the rays and stars, blue-green in the mantle, and rose in the flowered tunic.
Sworn evidence was given at various commissions of inquiry corroborating the traditional account of the miraculous origin and influence of the picture. Some wills connected with Juan Diego and his contemporaries were accepted as documentary evidence. Vouchers were given for the existence of Bishop Zumárraga’s letter to his Franciscan brothers in Spain concerning the apparitions. His successor, Montufar, instituted a canonical inquiry, in 1556, on a sermon in which the pastors and people were abused for crowding to the new shrine. In 1568 the renowned historian Bernal Díaz, a companion of Cortez, refers incidentally to Guadalupe and its daily miracles. The lay viceroy, Enríquez, while not opposing the devotion, wrote in 1575 to Philip II asking him to prevent the third archbishop from erecting a parish or monastery at the shrine. Inaugural pilgrimages were usually made to it by viceroys and other chief magistrates. Processes, national and ecclesiastical, were laboriously formulated and attested for presentation at Rome, Italy in 1663, 1666, 1723, and 1750.
The clergy, secular and regular, has been remarkably faithful to the devotion towards Our Lady of Guadalupe, the bishops especially fostering it, even to the extent of making a protestation of faith in the miracle a matter of occasional obligation. Pope Benedict XIV decreed that Our Lady of Guadalupe should be the national patron of Mexico, and made 12 December a holiday of obligation with an octave, and ordered a special Mass and Office. Pope Leo XIII approved a complete historical second Nocturne, ordered the picture to be crowned in his name, and composed a poetical inscription for it. Pope Pius X permitted Mexican priests to say the Mass of Holy Mary of Guadalupe on the twelfth day of every month, and granted indulgences which may be gained in any part of the world for prayer before a copy of the picture.
The place, called Guadalupe Hidalgo since 1822, is three miles northeast of Mexico City. Pilgrimages have been made to this shrine almost without interruption since 1531–1532. A shrine at the foot of Tepeyac Hill served for ninety years, and still forms part of the parochial sacristy. In 1622 a rich shrine was erected, and in 1709 a newer, even richer one. There are also a parish church, a convent and church for Capuchin nuns, a well chapel, and a hill chapel all constructed in the 18th century. About 1750 the shrine got the title of collegiate, a canonry and choir service being established. It was aggregated to Saint John Lateran in 1754. In 1904 it was created a basilica, with the presiding ecclesiastic being called abbot. The shrine has been renovated in Byzantine style which presents an illustration of Guadalupan history.
Patronage
Americas
Central America
Mexico (traditional, and proclaimed on 5 February 1962 by Pope John XXIII)
New Mexico
New World
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Amarilo, Texas, diocese of
Colorado Springs, Colorado, diocese of
Corpus Christi, Texas, diocese of
Dallas, Texas, diocese of
Dodge City, Kansas, diocese of
El Paso, Texas, diocese of
Gallup, New Mexico, diocese of
Lubbock, Texas, diocese of
Nashville, Tennessee, diocese of
Orange, California, diocese of
Phoenix, Arizona, diocese of
Pojoaque Indian Pueblo
Ponce, Puerto Rico, diocese of
Sacramento, California, diocese of
Salt Lake City, Utah, diocese of
San Bernardino, California, diocese of
Sioux City, Iowa, diocese of
Victoria, Texas, diocese of
Yakima, Washington, diocese of
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Hondarribia, Spain
Puerto Vallarta, Mexico
Victoria, Aragua, Venezuela
malgorzata__13 Google Translation:
Sky and stars, earth and water, days and nights, and subject to the possession of the whole of creation of man, or his servants, they see that the loss of its original glory brought them good, and happy with it; because thanks to you, Madam, a new grace and new revival ran down to them. For the creature as if it die when he lost an innate property of giving up and serve those who worship God. And in the end, all things were created. But they were enslaved and defiled by those who bow down to idols. And yet when it was created. But now, restored to life, rejoice, because they are in the hands of the servants of God, and are distinguished by the fact that they use them.
New and priceless grace joy pervades the whole of creation. It feels that henceforth God and Creator himself over him in a way that not only invisible, but also visibly, by using them, sanctifies them. And they all flowed so great on them by the blessed fruit of the womb of the Blessed Virgin Blessed.
O Mary, thanks to the fact that you are full of grace, rejoice liberated from the bonds of the Abyss, and the inhabitants of blue skies rejoice, because I was the paradise restored happiness. O glorious Virgin! Thanks to your Son, King of glory, rejoice righteous, who died before he died, this, what is life, because they are binding stays in fetters; and the angels rejoice, because here arises from the beginning of the half-demolished heavenly community.
About Woman, full of grace and grace filled! The fullness of grace revives and restores the life of every creature. Virgin blessed above all things! Thy blessing to the whole world is blessed: Creator of all creation bless him and bless it in return of their Lord.
Niebo i gwiazdy, ziemia i wody, dni i noce, i całe stworzenie poddane władaniu człowieka, czy też mu służące, widzą, że utrata pierwotnej chwały przyniosła im dobro, i cieszą się z tego; bo dzięki Tobie, Pani, nowa łaska i nowe odrodzenie spłynęły na nie. Albowiem stworzenie jakby obumarło wtedy, gdy utraciło wrodzoną mu właściwość poddawania się i służenia tym, którzy wielbią Boga. A w tym celu wszystkie rzeczy zostały stworzone. Lecz zostały one zniewolone i skalane przez tych, którzy kłaniają się bożkom. A przecież nie po to zostały stworzone. Ale teraz, przywrócone życiu, radują się, ponieważ są we władaniu sług Bożych i wyróżnione są przez to, że oni się nimi posługują.
Nowa i bezcenna łaska przenika radością całe stworzenie. Czuje ono, że odtąd Bóg i Stwórca sam nad nim panuje nie tylko w sposób niewidzialny, lecz także i widzialnie, posługując się nimi, uświęca je. A wszystkie te dobra tak wielkie spłynęły na nie przez błogosławiony owoc błogosławionego łona błogosławionej Maryi.
O Maryjo, dzięki temu, że jesteś pełna łaski, radują się wyzwoleni z więzów Otchłani, a mieszkańcy niebieskich przestworzy weselą się, bo została im przywrócona rajska szczęśliwość. O chwalebna Dziewico! Dzięki Twojemu Synowi, Królowi chwały, radują się sprawiedliwi, którzy zmarli, zanim zmarł Ten, co jest życiem, albowiem zostały stargane wiążące ich pęta; radują się i aniołowie, bo oto powstaje od nowa ich na wpół zburzona niebiańska społeczność.
O Niewiasto pełna łaski i łaską przepełniona! Pełnia tej łaski ożywia i przywraca życiu wszelkie stworzenie. Dziewico ponad wszystko błogosławiona! Twym błogosławieństwem cały świat jest błogosławiony: Stwórca błogosławi nim całe stworzenie, a ono w zamian błogosławi swego Pana.
Św.Anzelm o Maryi
@Guggenmoos:
Desde el cielo una hermosa mañana (2)
La Guadalupana (2)
La Guadalupana bajó al Tepeyac.
La Guadalupana (2)
La Guadalupana bajó al Tepeyac.
Su llegada llenó de alegría (2)
De paz y armonía (2)
De paz y armonía y de libertad.
De paz y armonía (2)
De paz y armonía y de libertad.
Desde el cielo una hermosa mañana...
Por el monte pasaba Juan Diego (2)
Y acercose luego (2)
Y acercose luego al oir cantar.
Y acercose luego (2)
Y acercose luego al oir cantar.
Desde el cielo una hermosa mañana...
Juan Dieguito la Virgen le dijo (2)
Este cerro elijo (2)
Este cerro elijo para hacer mi altar.
Este cerro elijo (2)
Este cerro elijo para hacer mi altar.
Desde el cielo una hermosa mañana...
Suplicante juntaba las manos (2x)
Era mexicana (2x)
Era mexicana su porte y su faz.
Era mexicana (2x)
Era mexicana su porte y su faz.
Desde el cielo una hermosa mañana...
En la tilma entre rosas pintadas (2x)
Su imagen amada (2x)
Su imagen se digno dejar.
Su imagen amada (2x)
Su imagen se digno dejar.
Desde el cielo una hermosa mañana...
Desde entonces para el mexicano (2x)
Ser Guadalupano (2x)
Ser Guadalupano es algo esencial.
Ser Guadalupano (2x)
Ser Guadalupano es algo esencial.
Desde el cielo una hermosa mañana...
Madrecita de los mexicanos (2x)
Que estás en el cielo (2x)
Que estás en el cielo ruega a Dios por nos.
Que estás en el cielo (2x)
Que estás en el cielo ruega a Dios por nos.
Desde el cielo una hermosa mañana...
From heaven on a beautiful morning
The Guadalupan
The Guadalupan came down to Tepeyac
The Guadalupan
The Guadalupan came down to Tepeyac
Her arrival brought happiness
Peace and harmony
Peace and harmony and freedom
Peace and harmony
Peace and harmony and freedom
From heaven on a beautiful morning
Through the hill walked Juan Diego
Later he drew closer
Later he drew closer when he heard singing
Later he drew closer
Later he drew closer when he heard singing
From heaven on a beautiful morning
Little Juan Diego the Virgin said
This hill I choose
This hill I choose for my altar to be built
This hill I choose
This hill I choose for my altar to be buil
From heaven on a beautiful morning
Pleading She joined her hands
She was Mexican
She was Mexican as was her face and stance
She was Mexican
She was Mexican as was her face and stance
From heaven on a beautiful morning
On the cloak surrounded by painted roses
Her adored image
Her image she left us
Her adored image
Her image she left us
From heaven on a beautiful morning
From then on for all Mexicans
Being Guadalupan
Being Guadalupan is fundamental
Being Guadalupan
Being Guadalupan is fundamental
From heaven on a beautiful morning
Mother of all Mexicans
Thou who art in Heaven
Thou who art in Heaven pray to God for us
Thou who art in Heaven
Thou who art in Heaven pray to God for us
From heaven on a beautiful morning
www.inside-mexico.com/Guadalupe/laguadalupana.htm
@Guggenmoos Thank you... Tomorrow, I will be the only Mexican in town, wearing my Virgin of Guadalupe sarape (jorongo)-- and people will stare... I am old enough not to worry about "el qué dirán"... Desde el Cielo una hermosa mañana ...
One of the most beautiful series of apparitions of the Queen of Heaven occurred on the American continent on a December day of 1531, only ten years after the Spanish conquest. A fervent Christian Indian in his fifties, Juan Diego, a widower, was on his way to Mass in Mexico City from his home eight miles distant, a practice he and his wife had followed since their conversion, in honor of Our Lady on Her day, Saturday. He had to pass near the hill of Tepeyac, and was struck there by the joyous song of birds, rising up in the most melodious of concerts; he stopped to listen. Looking up to the hilltop, he perceived a brilliant cloud, surrounded by a light brighter than a fiery sun, and a gentle voice called him by name, saying, Juan, come. His first fear was transformed into a sweet happiness by this voice, and he mounted the slope. There he beheld the One he had intended to honor by hearing Her Mass. She was surrounded by a radiance so brilliant it sent out rays that seemed to transform the very rocks into scintillating jewels.
Where are you going, My child? She asked him. To Saint James to hear the Mass sung by the minister of the Most High in honor of the Mother of the Saviour. That is good, My son; your devotion is agreeable to Me, as is also the humility of your heart. Know then that I am that Virgin Mother of God, Author of Life and Protector of the weak. I desire that a temple be built here, where I will show Myself to be your tender Mother, the Mother of your fellow citizens and of all who invoke My name with confidence. Go to the bishop and tell him faithfully all you have seen and heard.
Juan continued on his way, and the bishop, Monsignor Juan de Zumarraga, a Franciscan of great piety and enlightened prudence, heard him kindly and asked questions, but sent him home without any promises. Juan was disappointed, but on his way past the hill, he once again found the Lady, who seemed to be waiting for him as though to console him. He excused himself for the failure of his mission, but She only repeated Her desire to have a temple built at this site, and told him to return again to the bishop. This he did on the following day, begging the bishop to accomplish the desires of the Virgin. Monsignor said to him: If it is the Most Holy Virgin who sends you, She must prove it; if She wants a church, She must give me a sign of Her will. On his way home, Juan Diego found Her again, waiting, and She said to him, Come back tomorrow and I will give you a certain mark of the truthfulness of your words.
The next day Juan was desolate to find his uncle, with whom he lived, fallen grievously sick; the old gentleman was clearly on the brink of death. Juan had to go and find a priest in the city. As he was passing the hill, Our Lady again appeared to him, saying, Do not be anxious, Diego, because of your uncle's illness. Don't you know that I am your Mother and that you are under My protection? At this moment your uncle is cured. Then please give me the sign you told me of, replied Juan. Mary told him to come up to the hilltop and cut the flowers he would find there, place them under his cloak, and bring them to Her. I will tell you then what to do next. Juan found the most beautiful of roses and lilies, and chose the most fragrant ones for Mary. She made a bouquet of them and placed it in a fold of his cloak or tilma — a large square of coarse cloth resembling burlap. Take these lilies and roses on My behalf to the bishop, She said. This is the certain sign of My will. Let there be no delay in raising here a temple in My honor. With joy Juan continued on to the city and the bishop's residence, where he had to wait nearly all day in the antechamber. Other visitors noted the fragrance of his flowers, and went so far as to open his mantle to see what he was carefully holding in it, but found only flowers pictured on the cloth. When finally he was admitted to the presence of the prelate, he opened his cloak and the fresh flowers fell on the floor. That was not the only sign; on his cloak there was imprinted a beautiful image of the Virgin. It remains today still visible in the Cathedral of Mexico City, conserved under glass and in its original state, having undergone no degeneration in 470 years.
Juan found his uncle entirely cured that evening; he heard him relate that Our Lady had cured him, and had said to him also: May a sanctuary be raised for Me under the name of Our Lady of Guadalupe. The bishop lost no time in having a small church built at the hill of Tepeyac, and Juan Diego himself dwelt near there to answer the inquiries of the pilgrims who came in great numbers. In effect, nearly all of the land became Catholic in a few years' time, having learned to love the gentle Lady who like God their Father showed Herself to be the ever-watchful friend of the poor. In 1737 the pestilence ceased immediately in Mexico city after the inhabitants made a vow to proclaim Our Lady of Guadalupe the principal Patroness of New Spain. In 1910 She was proclaimed by Saint Pius X Celestial Patroness of all Latin America. Recent studies of the image of Our Lady on the tilma have discovered in one of Her eyes the portrait of Juan Diego, the son She chose to favor by this triduum of heavenly apparitions and conversations.
Message Marial, by the Brothers of the Christian Schools (FEC Press: Montreal, 1947).