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Hagiography of Saint Valentin
Little is known of the life of Saint Valentin before the year 268. Many know that he was the in vicinity of Aristotelism in Rome and that he passively exercised his priesthood for many years.
It was that year, when a new head for Imperial Rome was enthroned whos name was Claude II. This strong, military, pagan chief issued a bad and cruel law: with the pretext of providing forces to the new army using those young people of the right age to fight, he had prohibited them of marrying.
The Emperor justified it by affirming that the people who are engaged in a married and familiar life do easily turn into bad soldiers, given that their intressts in family could not be left behind them.
But the Priest Saint Valentin gravely violated this antinatalistic prescription. In fact, the stated imperial edict was openly derided by him, by marrying in turn all the young people who asked him for it, his church being invaded by couples of lovers.
To the young lover that had come to visit Valintin, it was this he said to him:
| Citation: | | God created man and woman so that they would form a couple. But the happiness experienced by the couple in love is divine because it comes from God. If you understand that ardent love has its beginnings in God, then it is like the love of God, for the love of God, whom they say is most high, is uniting those in front of him in his Church through the sacrament of marriage. Therefore on the day of your marriage, your entrance into the church is a thanksgiving to God, because your love has its source in God and it will be him who will be the center of this religious celebration. |
Then this happened: the good priest Saint Valentin, probably denounced from a non-reciprocated lover, had to appear before the Emperor Claudio. The latter asked, "What is this, Valentin. Why have you disobeyed my edict that forbade marriage?"
At which Valentin answered:
| Citation: | | "Man and woman united by a pure and disintrested love must be married, because by marriage, which is one of the divine sacraments, it is god himself, the source of all love who is glorified. By asking me to give up marrying those who love each other, you make me act against God, and that is something I can't do. If you knew the grace of God, you would never speak that way, but you would give up your idols to worshop the true God who is in the sun." |
Therefore the Prefect of Claude said, "What do you say Valentin about the holiness of our gods?"
| Citation: | | "I have nothing to say if there are miserable men and men without honor." |
Faced with this blasphemous fight in the eyes of the pagan Claude, he called on of his cruelest officer, named Asterius, and ordered him to take him outside the walls to behead him.
Asterius could not hold back a grimace of despair. For some time, he had promised his wife, a nosy and rather bland female, to spend the evening with the family. If he could not return in time, the wife of the prefect could imagine any number of things!
He then decided to take Saint Valentin to his house and to face his suffering the next day.
When Valentin entered the house, he said:
| Citation: | | "Father God, that you are the true light, illuminate this house, so that they can recognize you as the true God. |
The prefect said, surprised, "You leave me speechless when I hear you say that your God is the light. If my daughter, who is blind for some time, recuperates her sight, I will do all that you ask of me."
They brought the girl to Saint Valentin, who, placing his hands over her eyes, made this prayer:
| Citation: | | "God, creator of all things, permit the girl to contemplate that which is the beauty of your creation, and that the things are copies of ideas." |
Therefore at these words, at once she reacquired her sight, and Asterius and his wife, running to the feet of their benefactor, supplicated themselves before him, given that they knew the true God for his grace, to say their thanks so that they could be saved. The Saint reccomended them to abandon all their idols that they had followed, and to pardon all those who had offended them, so finally they could be baptized, guaranteeing them salvation. Asterius did all that he had reccomended, freeing all the Aristotelians made prisoner, and was baptized with all of his family, composed of forty-six people.
Valentin made friends with Asterius' daughter and gave her some sheets of paper that resembled the form of a heart and he signed it: from your Valentin
Unfortunately, the Emperor, informed of this change, was afraid of the uprising in Rome, and took Asterius and all those who had been baptized, and condemned them to death by means of various types of torture.
For Valentin, the father and master of these blessed children and disciples, after having been imprisoned for a long time in a narrow prison, he was beaten and broken with knotted sticks and finally beheaded on the Flaminian way on February 14 of the year 270.
The Emperor Claude was punished by God for his slaughtering, and died of the plague the following August.
Because he was honored for his sacrifice for love it was decided to canonize Saint Valentine as the patron of falling in love.
In the eleventh century, the head of Saint Valentin was brought to the abby of Jumièges, of the diocese of Rouen; Baudry, bishop of Dolo in 1020, inscribed the story of this transcription and the miracles that followed it.
Lady Alessia translated this text from the Spanish language.
Edited by Luciano P. Monforte O.P.
Conradh MacKinnon translated this text from the Italian language.
Edited by Caillen Jolieen MacKinnon Rose |
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Hagiography of St. Vincent
The history of the Church, after Christos.
"And the centuries passed, some were crossed by wars and famines, others made discoveries and abecame influential Saints.”
The First Century after Christos
Vincent lived in Roman Gaul, in the province called Lyonnaise, among the Eduens people, the region now known as Burgundy. He was a farmer. Life was difficult in those distant days of our history, but his deep piety made him an important figure and a source of reference for his village.
Corn was struggling to sell. Like many villagers, he stored it in the granary. Nobody would starve, but their bodies and souls grumbled despite the numerous exhortations for patience and selflessness that Vincent gave.
Often the villagers sharply complained, "But we lack strength with only corn to eat! We’re short of milk and fish and our intelligence suffers the consequences! And what about vegetables that take so long to grow and fruit that’s impossible to pick without an orchard? We’re not very charismatic! This makes us miserable …”
"And, what!” he retorted passionately. "Did Christos not deliver us from a far greater evil, so we would not increase our desire to vary our diet? Did Aristotle not teach us that ‘the virtuous man is one who deals with circumstances by always acting with the greatest nobility possible?’ Aren’t you chasing after an illusion of what you believe to be happiness? While not being complacent, we can still be happy by making the best of things!”
And everyone went off to work again ...
One day as he was ploughing the hard soil of his field, he heard coming from the village a growing babble as a group of farmers approached him. He felt anger, and this time knew that words would not appease his fellow workers.
He shouted at them, “Fine! Since you want to change your lives, and don’t know how to be content with what you have in your village, I'll go to the surrounding hills to think about the matter!”
“And may Aristotle come to my aide,” he added to himself, in a whisper filled with faith and hope.
He left his harvest of corn and cart there, and before his stunned companions began to slowly climb the nearest hill. Some watched him heartbroken and resigned to the apparent absurdity of his gesture, but Vincent was determined to find something new! Or at least try ...
It was the end of summer: September was covered with Burgundian flora in full bloom, still green or barely turned brown. Each pair of animals were happily busy as they fed, protected and taught the principles of life to their various offspring.
For a while Vincent climbed the leafy and tangled trail, and then arrived at the top of this very high hill. Its summit was empty, quite rocky, and he finally sat on a large flat stone warmed by the sun. It seemed to be put there on purpose by the Almighty to serve as a seat for the lonely climber …
He rested there for a long time not yet looking down the other side of that hill. He scrutinized the landscape that stretched out before him: the hundreds of small peaked hats shaded with dark arrows, the hills all covered by leafy firs; clouds touched their passage on the forests with their caressing shadows, revealing their nature.
Almost all the way down between two tiny knolls, lay the village, surrounded by an undulating line of small, sun-drenched mountains. Some smoke frayed nonchalantly towards the benevolent Heaven. The bell tower of the church extended its divine arrow to the celestial canopy on high.
... He was able to remain for a long time thusly in contemplation, which was for him a kind of prayer, but imperious, angry shrieks were heard not far from him: two blackbirds evidently in battle to win what each other wanted.
A strange shrub grew in a deep crevice of the rock, filled with loose soil. Its leaves were large with a green stalk, and small fruit, round and dark, hung in heavy bunches beneath them. He recognized the black grape, the one made into a good wine for dominican rites and noble tables. He was beyond surprise, for he had always thought that the wine came from distant vineyards, and that the grapes grew in the Southern Kingdoms.
The two birds were fighting over the same grain.
“Ah!” he said, vaguely angry. “All of these berries and two bird fight over a grain! What selfishness and greed tarnishes the creatures of the Most High sometimes!”
He mused over the problematic desires of his fellow villagers ...
He drove the animals away and tasted the grapes without thought, and was surprised by their intense flavour and rich aroma.
... Suddenly he leapt up!
"What? From this vine here?” he cried with great jubilation. ''But if this wild grape grows here, will it not also grow on our hills!”
He looked down the other side of the hill, and indeed many vines were growing here and there, pell-mell, among the pines and various shrubs. Some were stifled and virtually gave nothing, others were more beautiful in foliage and form, with all but virgin grapes. He noted in particular that the smaller plants were most abundant in fruit. They were thus through being struck by lightning and cut back naturally.
As Vincent already worked with plants, he had a shrewd and clear understanding of the possibilities. After all, did he not already create potions for the sick? He immediately understood why the smaller plants were best, and would take full advantage of this discovery. He studied the necessary distance between each of the vines by observing the finest, and their location and placement in that spot. He brought lots of clusters back to the villagers. He would explain to them. They would learn. He would give thanks to Jah for his bounty.
It did not even occurred to him that his discovery was equally the result of his listening to the villagers, his tenacity to work for the good, his powers of observation and above all else of following this wise precept: "Help yourself and heaven will help you."
Rather he only thought himself to be the human instrument of the Most High and His proposal for cultivation ...
An image of fields planted with a multitude of these small trees came to him while he was giving thanks.
"May Aristotle be praised, whose dogma I faithfully follow. It is thanks to his way of thinking that I'm walking here!” he gratefully said.
... While it took centuries for the vines he planted to benefit the Kingdom, henceforth the church had wine to share in ceremonies and religious rites more easily. He was happy that wine would not have to make a long journey to be available in the Kingdom. The village was the first, and remained so a long time, to cultivate the vine.
... Three centuries later, another by the name of Vincent, a descendant of the first, was making a tour of Burgundy at the end of January, and was very tired. He slept therefore by a vineyard, having loosely tied the tether of his donkey to a large stone. During his sleep, the donkey escaped and nibbled the young shoots of several plants. Winemakers who witnessed this arrived too late to prevent it.
The following year, they noticed the vine that had been eaten was far more productive than others. The Saint’s ass had invented precision pruning! From that moment, this easy manner of pollarding recommended by Vincent became a method for regular, neat pruning and the grapes now grew better and bigger.
Vincent (Vin-sang - "The blood of the vine") became the patron saint of winemakers, who, in a supreme libation, emptied his blood from his tortured body, as the grape does when it is crushed in a press.
Citations of Vincent
- Twenty hundred thousand donkeys in a meadow, how many hoofs, tails and ears?
- When many a pitcher goes to the wine, at the end the barrel is empty!
- Without wine, how is Mass held?
Saint Vincent is generally celebrated on January 22, when winter is well underway and the season is bleak, and the vine requires more care. We then feel the need to come together, to find solace before resuming the first wine work, especially pruning.
It is particularly celebrated in Burgundy and Champagne, regions very close to where he was known by many.
He was a deacon and archdeacon for a period of his life in Zaragoza.
He is represented in effigy in the processions for harvest celebrations in cities with good vineyards. (September 27)
Translated by Sister Feuilllle |
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Hagiography of Saint-Yves
Yves (in Breton Erwan) His name is associated with Treguier and Tugdual. He is often protryed as rendering justice between the poor and the rich.
I Birth and teaching of Yves Hélory de Kermartin
Yves Hélory de Kermartin was born on the seventeenth of October in the year one thousand two hundred and fifty tree at the Kermartin manor at Minihy, near Terguier. At the age of fourteen, he left for the University of Paris, where he studied for ten years the arts of sciences, theology and canon law. In one thousand two hundred and seventy.seven, at twenty-four, Yves, took the direction of Orleans to study civil law, thus continuing to lead a life of a serios and pious student. He then went to Rennes to complete his long studies by following learned lectures on the Book of Virtues. His entourage was not without noticing his intellctual abilities, his erudition which made him a savant and scholar. A talented man, therefore, but also of a great spirituality by his piety and his life of asceticism; so that the Archbishop of Rennes offered him the office of the official.
II Official in Rennes; the judgment of smells
Yves did not confine himself to making the law prevail in his judicial functions. He constituted himself the advocate of the weak, the poor and the persecuted. Violence and injustice caused him such horror that he fought them automatically, and spared neither trouble nor money for justice. His ardent and eloquent words, the authority of his knowledge, his renown of righteousness and firmness, gained all the causes with which he was responsible. And he attacked without hesitation, before the ecclesiastical courts, the powerful men who, by offending the equity, had indignant him. It was this indignation that led him one day to state his most famous judgment, that of smells.
In this case, an innkeeper was opposed to a beggar. The latter was accused by the first of being caught prowly around the kitchens. As the innkeeper could not prove a charge of stealing food, he accused him of feeding on the smells of his cooking... The day before the hearing, not knowing how to approach this affair, Yves made a prayer before going to bed, hoping that the next day a solution would come to his mind. During his sleep, he dreamed of the life of Michel, the Archangel of Justice, and found a judgment that astonished more than one the noise would pay the smells! At the hearing, Yves Hélory took some coins from his purse and threw them on the table in front of him. The innkeeper reached for them, but Yves held his hand. The innkeeper exclaimed : « It's mine! ». Yves answered him then « Oh no! The sound pays the smell, to this man the smell of your kitchen to you the sound of these coins. ». The reputation of this vengeful jurist spread throughout Brittany and even in the west of the kingdom of France. Yves remained at Rennes four years, from one thousands two hunded and eighty to thousand two hundred and eighty-four. Already, he stands out for his life of deprivation in favor of the poor and more particularly at the time of his departure from Rennes.
One day, Brother Guiomar Morel, Deacon de Treguier speaks to him « While he was sick at Kermartin, Yves's house, I found myself alone with him and urged him to tell me how he had come to embrace this austere and holy life. Yves had great difficulty in answering, and finally he told that when he was the official of the Archbishop of Rennes, he went to the Franciscan convent of Bruz to hear the Book of Virtues explained. It was then, under the influence of the words of the brethren gathered in this place, that he began to aspire to a charitable life far from wealth. For a long time he felt a terrible quarrel between reason and sensuality. This quarrel of rather this fight lasted three years. In the second year, reason ends up dominating sensuality. It was then that Yves began his sermns, but still did not leave his mundane clothes. But in the third year, pure reason having become completely master, Yves gave the por his good clothes and for the sake of god and took coarse clothes, namely a shirt with long sleeves and wide without buttons, and on this cotte a cover, these two dragging clothes, of a very serious shape and carved in a big white office sheet. He then adopted this costume to bring more easily the faithful on the way of virtue.
III Yves the priest
In one thousand hundred and eighty-four, the Archbishop of Rennes, having conformed his talents, urged him to accept the sacrament of ordination and to be entrusted with the parish of Tredrez. Yves accepted and as soon as he left Rennes, he sold the horse offered him by the archbishop to offer the money for the sale to the poor. In his parish of Tredrez and later, that of Louannec, when his predecessors preached in Latin, Yves surpried his parishioners by doing it in Breton, thus making accessible to the people the understanding of the Book of Virtues. In doing so, we liked to come everywhere to hear this humble priest whose piety made him love piety. But he did not spare his trouble to say the hope of god to the poor people of the Breton countryside. Because of an epidemic that swept away many priests, he had preached five times on the same day in different places: Tredrez, Louannec, Saint Michel en Grève, Trédarzec and Pleumeur. He walked all the way, never on horseback.
In one thousand and twohundred and ninety-three, after the death of his mother, swpt away by the disease, he inherited the entire family patrimony as the eldest of the Heloury family. He built a shelter for the poor, Crech-Martin. At Tredrez, when he was rector there, he also fed the poor: once he had the little bread left at the presbytery given to the poor. They cut enough to make everyone fed, much to the astonishment of the vicar who had put aside beforhand a piece for him.
Yves amazed everyone by his selflessness :« Advocatus erat, sed non latro, res mirabilis populo ». This exclamation in Latin crossed the centuries, and often remains pronounced in Brittany: « He was a lawyer, but not a thief admirable for people ». As for the poor clothes that he sometimes had, the day they were worn did not always end before an unfortunate man was offered them.
Yves Hélory died on the nineteenth of may thousand three hundred and thirty-three. His funeral at the church of Saint Tugdual de Treguier, where is mausoleum is erected, were the subject of an extraordinary popular fervor. For all, he becomes the« mirouer(mirror) of the clergymen, lawyers, poor, widows and orphans »
A last gesture for the poor.
The day after his death, in the morning, the poor of Treguier found all in their business a loaf of bread. This discovery was immediately attributed to Yves. The poor, wanting to thank the Holy man participated in erecting the magnificent mausoleum in the Cathedral Tregoroise, they did not fail thereafter to come and take refuge there.
IV Testimonies on Yves Hélory de Kermartin
The widow of the juggler Revallon said about him:
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" My late husband and I came with the four childen I had, about eleven years before the death of Dom Yves, to his house in Kermartin to receive alsm and hospitality for the sake of god. Yves welcomed us with great joy, and during those eleven years, or so, he kept us at home, providing our food and clothing |
A horse for the poor.
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One summer, during a time of great drought, Yves had nothing left to give to the poor. He had only one horse left to cultivate his land. He came from Tradrez to Treguier to find a citizen named Traquin, who had married his sister. He tells Traquin : «Buy my horse». This bourgeois made fun of him : « Are you mad, he cried to sell your horse to give to the poor“ ! » Little moved by these jeers Yves insisted, the bourgeois bought the horse for fifty pounds. As soon as the price had been agreed or counted, Yves hurried back to his house, having ordered his sister to send him bread for fifty pounds to distribute to the poor, for the poor in crowds followed him everywhere |
Yves, a memory still alive in Brittany
When the Bretons saw passing in the countryside
Yves wearing his big white coat
They told themselves that god had put him to Brittany
To defend the weak, the small ones.
At his name were awakened, on their beds the sick.
The sailors invoked him in the midst of darkness,
And their boats passed the perilous breakers
He is the patron saint of Brittany and jurists.
He is celebrated on May 19th. |
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