Our Lady of Fatima
Dear Brothers and Sisters in Christ Jesus,
This weekend I invite you to remember the events that took place October 13, 1917 in Fatima, Portugal. Last year, we hosted several events in honor the 100th year anniversary of the apparitions of Our Lady of Fatima. Our Blessed Mother is still calling us to conversion to her Son, Jesus, through praying the Rosary and confession of our sins. 101 years ago our good Lord granted a great miracle through the inter- cession of the Immaculate Heart of Mary. It is very good for us to remember what happened and the message that still applies to us today:
“During the night of 12-13 October it had rained throughout, soaking the ground and the pilgrims who make their way to Fátima from all directions by the thousands.By foot, by cart and even by car they came, entering the bowl of the Cova from the Fátima-Leiria road, which today still passes in front of the large square of the Basilica. From there they made their way down the gently slope to the place where a trestle had been erected over the little holm oak of the apparitions. Today on the site is the modern glass and steel Capelhina (little chapel), enclosing the first chapel built there and the statue of Our Lady of the Rosary of Fátima where the holm oak had stood.
As for the children, they made their way to the Cova amid the adulation and skepticism which had followed them since May. When they arrived they found critics who questioned their veracity and the punctuality of the Lady, who had promised to arrive at noon. It was well passed noon by the official time of the country. However, when the sun arrived at its zenith the Lady appeared as she had said she would.
"What do you want of me?"
I want a chapel built here in my honor. I want you to continue saying the Rosary every day. The war will end soon, and the soldiers will return to their homes.
"Will you tell me your name?"
I am the Lady of the Rosary.
"I have many petitions from many people. Will you grant them? "
Some I shall grant, and others I must deny. People must amend their lives and ask pardon for their sins. They must not offend our Lord any more, for He is already too much offended!
"And is that all you have to ask?"
There is nothing more.
As the Lady of the Rosary rises toward the east she turns the palms of her hands toward the dark sky. While the rain had stopped, dark clouds continued to obscure the sun, which suddenly bursts through them and is seen to be a soft spinning disk of silver.
"Look at the sun!"
From this point two distinct apparitions were seen, that of the phenomenon of the sun seen by the 70,000 or so spectators and that beheld by the children alone. Lucia describes the latter in her memoirs.
After our Lady had disappeared into the immense distance of the firmament, we beheld St. Joseph with the Child Jesus and Our Lady robed in white with a blue mantle, beside the sun. St. Joseph and the Child Jesus seemed to bless the world, for they traced the Sign of the Cross with their hands. When, a little later, this apparition disappeared, I saw Our Lord and Our lady; it seemed to me to that it was Our Lady of Sorrows (Dolors). Our Lord appeared to bless the world in the same manner as St. Joseph had done. This apparition also vanished, and I saw Our Lady once more, this time resembling Our Lady of Carmel. [Only Lucia would see the latter, presaging her entrance into Carmel some years later.]
This would be the last of the apparitions of Fátima for Jacinta and Fran- cisco. However, for Lucia Our Lady would return a seventh time, in 1920, as she had promised the previous May. At that time Lucia would be praying in the Cova before leaving Fátima for a girls boarding school. The Lady would come to urge her to dedicate herself wholly to God.
As the children viewed the various apparitions of Jesus, Mary and Joseph the crowd witnessed a different prodigy, the now famous miracle of the sun. Among the witnesses there were the following:
Fr. Ignacio Lorenco (Alburitel, 11 miles away):
“I was only nine years old at this time, and I went to the local village school. At about midday we were surprised by the shouts and cries of some men and women who were passing in the street in front of the school. The teacher, a good, pious woman, though nervous and impressionable, was the first to run into the road, with the children after her. Outside, the people were shouting and weeping and pointing to the sun, ignoring the agitated questions of the
schoolmistress. It was the great Miracle, which one could see quite
distinctly from the top of the hill where my village was situated---the
Miracle of the sun, accompanied by all its extraordinary phenomena.
I feel incapable of describing what I saw and felt. I looked fixedly at
the sun, which seemed pale and did not hurt the eyes. Looking like a
ball of snow revolving on itself, it suddenly seemed to come down in a
zigzag, menacing the earth. Terrified, I ran and hid myself among the
people, who were weeping and expecting the end of the world at any
Near us was an unbeliever who had spent the morning mocking at the
simpletons who had gone off to Fátima just to see an ordinary girl. He
now seemed to be paralyzed, his eyes fixed on the sun. Afterwards he
trembled from head to foot and lifting up his arms fell on his knees in
the mud, crying out to our Lady.
Meanwhile the people continued to cry out and to weep, asking God to
pardon their sins. We all ran to the two chapels in the village, which
were soon filled to overflowing. During those long moments of the
solar prodigy, objects around us turned all the colors of the rainbow.
We saw ourselves blue, yellow, red, etc. All these strange phenomena
increased the fears of the people. After about ten minutes the sun, now
dull and pallid, returned to its place. When the people realized that the
danger was over, there was an explosion of joy, and everyone joined in
thanksgiving and praise to our Lady.”” (taken from www.ewtn.com)
Through the intercession of the Immaculate Heart of Mary, St. Joseph,
St. Paul, and St. Michael may all people come to know and love the
Divine Mercy of God!
In Christ through Mary, Fr. Kasel