Chapter 5 : The Fourth Star or Splendour of the Crown of Goodness of the MOTHER OF GOD
The Wondrous Care she takes of her children
Continuing our translation of the 1845 reprint of Fr François Poiré’s Triple Crown of the Mother of God (1643 French edition).
§ 3. How the MOTHER OF GOD cares for her children in even the smallest things
1 Who could tolerate those irreverent and foolish men who say in Job[1] that God walketh about the poles of heaven and he doth not consider our things here on earth? Or those impious men who say in Plato that:
In truth, God has shown particular care for the Angels, considering them the masterpiece of his handiwork; as for men, however, he has left them to providence, placing them under his pure spirits, and he does not deign to worry about them.
These garrulous fools not only find themselves the object of scorn but also actual hatred, for in one fell swoop they have taken away from men that which should be the dearest thing in their own lives, namely the loving care that God’s infinite Majesty has for them; and they have taken away from God two of the most beautiful qualities that He has, namely His providence and His love. If they think that the sheer multitude of things going on is too great for God to attend to all of them, then they are making it plain they have a low opinion of His omnipotence; if, on the other hand, they think that He pays no more attention to governing the world than to the least thought He might have, then they place a terrible limitation on His goodness, removing the natural inclination that His goodness has to communicate itself to creatures. To make a God without love is to give Him a stony heart and to remove from Him the care He has for His creatures; this will mean that He has less goodness than we find in a man. In fact, the greater His love, the greater is the care which accompanies it and which shows itself as most tender and attentive to the smallest needs.
Whilst he was still a little child, Saint Benedict showed that he had come to an understanding of this truth. When someone in his household had accidentally broken an earthenware pot that his nurse had borrowed, Benedict prayed earnestly to God, saying that the nurse should not have to suffer the sadness of this loss. The Heavenly Father was so pleased by Benedict’s action that, out of consideration for the trust he had shown, Benedict had scarcely finished his prayer when he saw that the pot had been repaired and was as good as new.
Concerning this story, we have not only the testimony of Pope St Gregory the Great[2], but also of countless people who have seen the pot attached to the door of the church in Nursia, which is where Saint Benedict was born and where he lived until the arrival of the Lombards in Italy.
St Gregory also describes an incident from the boyhood of St Boniface (who was later Bishop of Ferentino in Tuscany).When he saw a fox attacking his mother’s chickens, he prayed earnestly to Our Lord for help. His prayer was immediately answered for the fox made off and the chickens were saved.
Heaven is indeed full of tenderness for us and, if our hearts were only disposed to recognise this, then we would see the wondrous effects of God's infinite goodness. In fact, to the extent that a creature draws more closely unto Him, He will magnify in proportion the tenderness and care of the love in his heart.
Footnotes
[1] The clouds are his covert, and he doth not consider our things, and he walketh about the poles of heaven. Job xxii. 14.
[2] Initio Dialog. See also: The life and miracles of St. Benedict, by St Gregory the Great, ed. by E.J. Luck (where the miracle is said to relate to a sieve rather than a pot).
2 The Holy Virgin is not only a Mother – which is a name redolent in itself of sweetness and tenderness – but also a Queen who has the honour of participating in God’s greatness more than all the other Blessed. It follows from this that her clear and penetrating gaze reveals to her even the smallest needs of her children. She has a heart filled with tender love and she is prompt to come down and help them in ways which cannot be imagined. It has been truly said that one of the properties of love, especially when it is tender and ardent, is to be on the lookout for anything that can bring happiness to the object of that love. The heart of the Mother of goodness, however, is characterised to a greater extent than all the hearts in the world by this heartfelt and tender care, so much so that it seems to be its first and principal quality. It would indeed be a dreadful error (and a remarkable deception on the part of Satan) to allow ourselves to imagine this Princess as being aloof in unapproachable majesty and haughty grandeur, making people nervous of approaching her and fearful that she would not deign to trouble herself with our petty needs and concerns. For people to think like this, however, would mean either that they were completely ignorant of gentle care Heaven has for us or that they had never heard of the Mother of fair Love[1].
Footnotes
[1] Ecclesiasticus (Sirach) xxiv. 24.
3 Louis of Granada was a pious and learned man who lived in the last century. He recounts the following story which is worthy of credence:
In the Spanish city of Setúbal, there was once a distinguished nobleman who enjoyed fishing as a pastime. One day, with this in mind, he ordered his servant to fetch his rod. The servant found that the rod was covered in dust and grease and decided to clean it, but he accidentally pressed so heavily on one end of the rod that it broke, causing two splinters to shear off, each as thick as a finger. The Lady of the household, who knew her husband had a short and fiery temper, was very worried about his reaction and immediately knelt down in front of an image of Our Lady, praying to her as follows:“Most Holy Virgin, if thou dost not come unto our aid, there will be a most terrible ruckus in the house.”After this, she prayed to her nurse who had died several years previously and had a great reputation for holiness. I will in passing say only this – that this good woman placed her hand on her breast and said in her prayer that all the waters of the sea would not be able to extinguish the fire that would take hold in that household. While the lady was praying, her husband shouted from the courtyard, asking if anyone was bringing him his rod. At first, no one dared to appear before him; but in the end it had to be taken to him in the state it was in. Here is when the Mother of goodness worked her miracle. Scarcely had the servant crossed the threshold of the door than the rod was miraculously repaired, with only a small white band at the place where it had been broken. At this, all those in the household who were aware that it had been broken were filled with astonishment and relief. The nobleman’s young son, who had gone out to see what his father would do, reported to his mother what had happened. As a reward for his pains she slapped his face to teach him, she said, not to tell lies. Even when four different persons, one after the other, confirmed to her what had happened, she nevertheless would not believe until she had seen the rod with her own eyes. The nobleman had learned from the servants in the lower courtyard what had happened to the rod and he brought it to his wife, placing it in her hands. He made a resolution on the spot always to use that rod on his future fishing expeditions. The person who recounts this story states in his testimony that he kept the broken pieces for a time from the cane and showed them to several people by way of confirming this miracle.
4 I am not sure that the following incident, recounted by the author of the life of St Philip Neri[1], comes near to the one we have just been studying, but here is what he says:
In the year 1576, a gap appeared in the roof of the Chapel of the Oratorian Fathers in Rome between one of the walls and the supporting rafters. There seemed to be nothing providing support for them until St Philip saw one night that it was the Virgin who was supporting the timbers with her own hands. This made him understand the danger in which they found themselves and the extraordinary care shown by the Virgin in performing this service for them. The very next day, he ordered the roof to be dismantled and made safe, so that nobody could be injured.
Footnotes
[1] Anton. Gallonius.
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SUB tuum præsidium confugimus, Sancta Dei Genitrix. Nostras deprecationes ne despicias in necessitatibus, sed a periculis cunctis libera nos semper, Virgo gloriosa et benedicta. Amen.
Totus tuus ego sum
Et omnia mea tua sunt;
Tecum semper tutus sum:
Ad Jesum per Mariam.
© Peter Bloor