Pére Lamy (Father John Edward Lamy) 1855-1931 is a Mystic and Founder
of the Religious Congregation of the Servants of Jesus and Mary
[Typographical errors of the original article were already corrected]
The source for this information is from the book
“Pere Lamy” by
Comte Paul Biver, translated from the French by Monsignor John O’Connor, 1973,
Tan Books and Publishers, available
by clicking here.
The author Comte (Count) Paul Biver was a very close friend of Pere
Lamy. He conducted numerous informal interviews of Pere Lamy in his house not
long before his death in 1931 (in fact, he died in the house of the author on Dec.
1, 1931). These interviews are contained in this extraordinary saintly
biography full of spiritual inspiration. Concerning Pere Lamy his bishop said: “I
have in my diocese another Curé
of Ars.” This holy priest had visions of the past and of the
future, of Our Lord, the Blessed Mother, St. Joseph and the Angels –even Lucifer.
He founded the Religious Congregation of the Servants of Jesus and Mary, built
a Chapel to Our Lady of the Woodlands, cared for countless wounded soldiers and
sick people during World War I, was called the Priest of the “ragpickers” and
hooligans for having directed a Youth Movement and cared for countless street
boys in Troyes and La Courneuve and was a parish priest for over 30 years. The
many accomplishments of his life are an amazing proof to us of what one priest
can do. Profound and enlightening are his statements on religious subjects. He
said the Rosary almost continually, slept but one or two hours a night, could
smell sin even through a penitent's perfume, conversed regularly with his
guardian angel, effected miracles and made prophecies.
Childhood
Jean Edouard Lamy was born on June 23, 1853 at Le Pailly, France. His father
Jean Fredrick was a farmer and also a masonry worker and his mother Marie
Janinel was a diligent and loving housewife. About his childhood, his sister,
Mrs. Vauthelin testifies: “My brother and I slept in the same room from our
earliest years, and our parents only lodged us apart when I was 12 years and he
was 15. From the moment that I began to observe things about me, until I was 12
years old, I have never once seen him in his bed. He was all night praying,
kneeling on his stool without support, before the statue of Mary Immaculate.
She was set upon the chimney piece and lit by a little lamp which he had got
from our mother. I never once woke without seeing him in this attitude. Never
for years have I seen his bed unmade. Perhaps he lay down one time or another,
I could not swear to it, but I never once saw him lie down. Our mother noticed
it from time to time and used to say to him: ‘But, my child, the Blessed Virgin
does not ask as much as that.' And yet, we were working hard, he and I, during
the daytime. Twice a week we used to go together to sell our stuff at the
market at Langres (6 miles distant), loaded up to the limit; and he working in
the fields from morning till night, and he even broke stones on the high road.”
First Mystical Visions
Pere Lamy recounted: “… It was in 1863, the vigil of St. John the
Baptist; a Saturday, I believe. I was at Buisson de la Plaine. I was minding my
parents' cows and also minding the cows with me was Anne Richard. I said, ‘Look
there, Annette, the lovely lamb on the hill.’ The lamb was on Le Cognelot,
there to the right of Noidant on the bald part of the mountain (about 2 miles
away), lighting up the whole hill. He was standing up, holding in his left foot
the standard cross bent towards Chalindrey, and a white pennant floating from
it. His head was turned towards Le Pailly. You could see his eyes perfectly. It
was a very fine lamb. Distance makes no difference to these things, and when
you are a child nothing surprises you unduly. Annette said it was a bad sign.
Why? I don't know at all, and so I told her it wasn't a bad sign. He gazed at
us for a while and then suddenly disappeared. The sky had darkened and
lightning was beginning. I said, ‘I am bringing home my cows.’”
“Don't tell this story till I have crossed over the bridge (into the
other world)” [Speaking to Comte Paul Biver, the author. He repeatedly said
this during the interviews with the author as he did not want anything
pertaining to him published prior to his death.]
“As for the Blessed Virgin, She appeared to me with Her hands like those in the
Immaculate Conception… I had a little statue of Our Lady of The Crypt, at
Chartres (The Virgin of the underground chapel in Chartres Cathedral), of whom
the Druids told a prophetic legend centuries before the Christian era. I was
making a little procession under the line of poplar trees, holding my statue
like this (he lifted both hands the height of his forehead, with an imaginary
image between thumb and index). I sang Her Litanies. She showed Herself to me
among the branches of the poplars, almost at the top, very high up, Her head
bent, gazing at me. There were very tall poplars there, nicely aligned. She
stayed there the whole time of the Litany. She withdrew a little, but I kept on
my road. The more I advanced the more She seemed to retreat. She returned, and
I finished my Litany. She then rose a little above the branches and at once
disappeared.”
“At first, I thought it was a mirage which happens sometimes near water or in
the mountains. I was mistrustful. I kept on the Litanies during the apparition
as if nothing mattered. I was only a child. I said to myself: ‘I hope that good
Lady likes to be there up among the poplars.' After that I sat down at the foot
of the poplar tree and I said my Rosary and I fell asleep. The Blessed Virgin
minded my cows for I found them round about me when I woke up. Not one had gone
far. All the same I had been very much moved with it. Later I said to the
parish priest: ‘Ah, Monsieur Le Curé,
I have seen a strange thing. I have seen a person at the top of the poplar
trees. I really think it is the Blessed Virgin. I was doing a procession.’
‘Were you all alone?’ ‘Yes, all alone and I had that image of the Virgin of
Sous-Torre.' The priest said to me, ‘What in the world would She have to do
with you?’ The Curé then gave me a slap in the face, but right in my inner
consciousness I kept that remembrance. She herself reminded me when She
appeared to me at Gray [see below]: ‘You saw me at Pre-Jacquot.’”
An Incident During His Military Service
In 1875, John Edward Lamy was trained as a soldier in the 91st Regiment
of Infantry; he was promoted corporal on November 10, 1876, and sergeant on
March 4, 1878. He was demobilized 7th October that year.
“I lived at Mezieres with the other soldiers. We had sixty Christian soldiers.
We had formed [it was he that founded] a group, the Legion of St. Maurice. We
kept together well and recruited some good young fellows. Three times a week
there was a meeting of the Legion; prayer and spiritual reading; they were
picked fellows. We had a chaplain, the Abbé
Henri Nicole, who is a canon of Rheims. There were 80 Haut-Marnais in that
regiment, and the greater part of them were good.”
“At the camp of Chalons, in 1875, I was sick, or at least, tired out. During
these heavy maneuvers we had, every day, two hours rest. We were bound to stay
in barracks and lie flat on the bed. I used that time to recite the Little
Office [of the Blessed Virgin Mary]. Often, overcome by fatigue, I used to fall
asleep before even reciting one Psalm, and always when they sounded the end of
rest, my fingers were at the last verse of the book. The Blessed Virgin (at
Gray in 1909 [see below]) told me that She came near me in the camp at Chalons
in 1875. She turned the leaves, She told me, and put back my fingers in the
last page. Subdued as I was, I thought that I had said the Office and then I
took my rest. That was what She wanted in Her motherly goodness.”
During his military service the powder charge of a comrade's rifle exploded in
his right eye. He never complained but he lost his sight on that side. Later in
life, he progressively developed severe cataracts in his left eye, causing him
complete blindness for 3 years, until a successful operation partially restored
his vision in his left eye. He once asked the Blessed Virgin why she never
cured his eyesight. She told him it was better for him to be that way, so as to
keep him humble.
A Vision of St. Joseph–Call to the Priesthood
“I had always wanted to be a priest and now could not imagine how it could be
done. I did not think I had the necessary qualifications. I was in despair and
was going to give up. It was then St. Joseph appeared to me. He fixed my
vocation. It was at Troyes in the Chapel of Our Lady of Good Hope, in the early
days of March. He spoke with me quite a long time and pointed out my vocation.
He said: ‘Be a priest; become a good priest.’ That does not mean to
say that I did, but I strained every effort to come to that point. ‘Be
a priest.’ He was very urgent, with a very firm tone, putting out his
hand as if to swear. It was in the evening. The young people had just gone. I
closed the door and went into the chapel for a few minutes for a moment of
recollection. In the daytime it was very hard for me to do that. It was 11 o'clock
at night, or later than 10:20 p.m. In the chapel there was a gas-jet [heater]
turned low, which had been lighted earlier for prayers. I was kneeling at the
kneeler in front of the first pillar in the right aisle. St. Joseph appeared
standing on the floor beside the pillar. He was lit with his own light. The
saint was in his glory; not in his great glory; in his milder glory. As I saw
him, St. Joseph must be no more than 60 years of age. His beard was like his
hair; he is not bald but going very grey. He wore a brown suit with something
round the neck which folded down in front. He was clothed in a rough
strong-looking material; I think he had a belt. The Blessed Virgin speaks of
him as ‘my holy husband' and the word ‘holy’ in Her mouth is something to
remark. St. Joseph showed himself to me barefoot like the Blessed Virgin and
Our Lord do always. A short while after this, I received Minor Orders (March 1,
1885). It was St. Joseph who foretold me my departure from Troyes without
giving me any details.”
Apparition of the Blessed Virgin Mary at Gray
“This was the 9th September, 1909. I had come [to Gray] nearly every
year, and the parish priest of Violot was with me. They gave me handsome
vestments put out for a prelate who was to come and who didn't arrive. I began
my Mass. The Abbé Lemoine
was in the interior of the chapel to the right, on the kneeler which is still
there. The Blessed Virgin appeared to me suddenly, and at the same time the
devil. It caused me violent emotion. I was in great doubt but I did not dare to
believe because of my unworthiness, that I was facing the Most Blessed. It was
so much beyond me. The Blessed Virgin came down from the ceiling, throned in
great glory, so gently, so gently. She was as if in a furnace of light. Her
glory went through everything gradually. The candles, the chalice, the altar
vestments and myself, like the sun going through water. How far did the glory
reach? You need to know what the glory of God is, when you think of what He
gives to the dearest of His creatures. It was just like a sun. I never saw the
end of it. She came down from the ceiling like that, with Her hands joined. She
wore a little smile before letting Her voice be heard. When She uncrossed Her
hands, it seemed to make an eddy around Her.”
“She first exchanged a word or two with the demon. During the descent, She said
to Lucifer, who appeared behind Her, ‘Is that you?’
[Lucifer answered:] ‘I have leave from the Father.’
‘So be it.’ replied the Blessed Virgin.
Then, as if She were questioning him, ‘You know how to obey the Father?’ He
gave no answer but I felt crushed. She extinguished Her glory. The lesser glory
never left Her during all the Mass. I still stayed at the Dominus Vobiscum. Had
I dared, I would have fled into the vestry, if I had not been at the altar.
When I looked at the parish priest of Violot, he put his two hands over his
face and his face in his book, and leaned his whole weight on the kneeler. I
kept saying, ‘I shall be well defended.’ She talked. She asked me questions. I
did not dare to answer. She stood upright. She was of middle height. With the
movement that She made, there was like a little storm of glittering spangles.
Her crown only appeared when She stood up. Her feet were just about the height
of those chairs. She stayed a little above the ground. With the right hand, She
signed to me very maternally, ‘Go on,’ to give me back my courage. I said
within myself, ‘If you are the Blessed Virgin, show me.’ She said: ‘I am the
Mother of God.’ When She said, ‘I am the Mother of God,’ very gently, I seemed
to melt away within. I did not doubt the word of the Mother of God. I believed
Her, but She came in poor company (the fiend).”
“When I commemorated the martyrdom of St. Gorgonius She smiled gently. It was
the prayer of Her Nativity. At the ut
quibus beatae Virginis, I bowed to Her. She bowed to me, very graciously.
What humility, even in Heaven. (And for me, a mountebank of the umpteenth class.)
I saw Her reflection in the glass before me in the altar-card. The interview
went on, and so as not to cause too long a break, She signed to me to read the
Epistle.”
“The little altar server said: ‘Is it the Blessed Virgin, Father?’ as he took
the book from the Epistle side to the Gospel side. I said to him, low, ‘Don't talk,
you will make Her go away,’ She looked on him with motherly tenderness. She
stayed aside to let him pass and took Her place again at the middle of the
altar. When I said the Munda cor meum,
She left the middle of the altar and went to the Gospel side.”
“After the Gospel, the priest comes back to say the Creed. She took her place
again at the side of the priest, almost in front of the book. She let him begin
the Creed; at the Incarnatus est, She
bowed as if to say, ‘That is so.’ At the Sub
Pontio Pilato, She put forward Her closed hands upon the altar, clenching
Her fists in a gesture of mighty sorrow. Her arms were just beside me (and Pere
Lamy showed a distance of five inches). I was so upset that I made a mistake. I
muddled things. When She saw that I wasn't getting over it, She went on with
the Creed as if She were saying the Mass. My mistake had given me such a shock.
She put me back where I stopped, very gently. (And, smiling, he said): She
knows Her prayers well.”
“At the Memento, She recommended the priest to ask more. There is great store,
and still greater to be given.”
“The Blessed Virgin foretold the War. She spoke to me very maternally, about my
childhood, founded the pilgrimage of Our Lady of the Woodland; told me She
wanted a new congregation. With great energy She condemned Modernism, treated
of several different matters, defending me from Lucifer.”
“She was dressed in a deep blue gown, with Her white veil, the sleeves gathered
in at the wrists, and bare feet. The neckline of Her dress is just below the
chin. The gown is ample and quite simple. But anything She wore would be
equally becoming. Her proportions are perfect. Everything in Her is perfect.
Her eyes are very changeable; they can take all the colors, but there is one
settled color all the same. When She lived on earth they were neither brown nor
altogether blue. Rather periwinkle. Her ears are visible. So is the start of
the hair on the forehead. In the same way you can see the plaits of hair at the
side. The only statue resembling her in the least is the one (Rue du Bac, above
the entrance door of the Ladies of Charity), where She is giving an audience to
Catherine Labouré, That
has the face, just as long, but She has not that forehead. She looks too young
in that statue, and yet you cannot make Her old. I have never been able to tell
Her age. The Virgin is very dark. (‘I am black, but comely.’) Her demeanour is
very simple. She seldom inclines Her head but looks you straight in the face,
just like Her Divine Son, but you feel that beyond, how Their gaze pierces into
the entire world.”
“When the Blessed Virgin speaks as a mother, She wears a crown made from a
spray of roses, of lilies, and of daisies, with a silver band, quite narrow, at
a third of the height. These flowery sprays are arranged like the fingers; a
white rose, almost open, a single lily, almost open, and a daisy. Naturally,
these flowers often repeated, form a circle. As for the green branches at the
base of the crown, they are very sober in color. It is a bell-shaped crown. You
could pass your hand between Her crown and the veil on Her head. But when She
condemned Modernism, She wore a crown of matchless beauty. If the crown of
flowers can be copied, the other one, the great one, cannot be even dreamed. It
is made up of clusters of jewels and light. The jewels are very fine, small for
the most part and a few large. They are harmoniously arranged like the grains
in an ear of corn, with sparkling lights inset between the stones and throwing
them into relief. There are blue stones, some red, some violet but less
numerous than the blue. Amongst the most beautiful are the pale blue stones. I
am almost sorry I didn't ask Her for one. Of those stones, some hang and others
cluster. There is quite a play of lights, some outside and some inside the
crown. It is like a diadem, rising in the middle. All that I have seen in the
museum look like cobble work beside a finely finished shoe. There is no crown
on earth like that. She wears it when She speaks as a sovereign Lady. She is
majestic. She wore it without the glory, or else She would be frightening and
She does not come to frighten.”
“After the Creed, She spoke of the War in very sorrowful tones. ‘It
will be slow to kindle. It will set all Europe on fire. It will set the world
on fire. There will be about five millions killed, but (turning towards
Lucifer) I shall save many in spite of you.’ The fiend said, ‘They'll pass
through the gorge of the Vosges.’ The Blessed Virgin, ‘No, no, they will pass
through Belgium.’ Satan said, ‘They are just as guilty on one side as the
other.’ Satan understands guilt very well. The Blessed Virgin half turned
towards me and the bottom half of the church filled with a white cloud which
opened. The wall disappeared and then I saw there a town with a mighty river. I
think it is Belgrade. I saw the pictures of the War. I had a curious sensation.
I felt quite well that I was in the church, but I was also transported far
away. I cannot exactly reckon the thing up. I have perfectly reckoned up the favor
the Blessed Virgin was doing me by showing me those countries. She brought me
through an immense landscape. I am giving you very incomplete explanations but
I cannot find words for these things. I saw ships of war with enormous funnels.
I saw the landscapes, but later on I took awful trouble to place them and that
wasn't possible at all. You see the great rivers, mountains, sea. How place
them on the maps? All is not over. There are scenes which I did not see unfold.
The best for you just now is to keep quiet.”
“The priest recommended his parish to the Blessed Virgin. The Blessed Virgin
protected it in a special way during the War, especially on the day of the
explosion. She looked at me very steadily; ‘While he is alive, the Germans will
not pass this way—at Le Pailly.’ After a little silence She added, ‘Even after
his death. That is his cradle, the village where he was born. I shall be the
Protectress of those lands!’ Just then the pictures of the War left off and the
wood came on the scene. They have nothing in those countries, nothing… no
pilgrimage. Lucifer said to Her, ‘You are already called Our Lady of Lourdes;
you are going to call yourself Our Lady of the Woodlands.’ She turned Her head
lightly. I followed the direction and She showed me a shanty. I saw the shanty,
I saw the little statue; perhaps She shows it because of its gestures. The
Virgin (it is awkward and badly done) spreads Her cloak to protect us and the
Child is blessing the earth on which there is no cross. Just at this moment,
She stood aside a bit to let the boy with the book pass.”
“I had not been to the Bois Guyotte for many years but I recognized it at once.
I saw it twenty-five miles away as if I were in it. The wood was being cut way
altogether. At Gray I saw the forest all in disorder and I saw people in the
wood, cross-cut saws squaring the tree trunks, perhaps more than a hundred
persons. There were horses, harnesses. I could hear carters swearing under the
eyes of the Blessed Virgin, and they did not check themselves. The wood was in
a lamentable condition, trees cut down, stripped, branches everywhere hanging
down to the ground. It was in September and the wood was already turning
russet. The house was shown to me just as it is, but in a lamentable condition.
Still there were a good few panes of glass left but these had all gone when I
bought it. There were great slabs of plaster fallen down. There was no
sanctuary naturally. I saw it close up. Just at that time, the chapel, which
had formerly been a hunting-lodge, had become a woodman's shelter. Of the other
hut which I had known near the well, there remained one post.”
“I will not say anything much of what was told to me concerning the
monasteries. She spoke to me a long time about the community at Gray. She
visits the communities. She told me so. She visits them. She taught the holy women
Herself. She had grouped the holy women, the widows, and she had them with Her.
She was with Her apostles. The scattering of the congregations were a
punishment rather for the people than for individuals. She showed me all the
monasteries in France in times past and times to come, with their inmates. I
saw Clairvaux.” and Pere Lamy sketched a complete picture of this ideal
monastery in the heroic time of St. Bernard, with its blessed Abbot and its
monks, whom he described one by one. He spoke also of the future religious of
Grossesauve re-populated: “As I knew the district well, my attention was focused
on the priory. I remarked how the ancient building was made and I saw the monks
that lived in centuries gone by. They were shown to me in procession, two by
two and four by four, with their heads down. They went into the three hundreds.
The desert shall again be peopled and I saw buildings that are to be.”
“Later on, when Madame Caillier asked me to pray for Remiremont, I found the
very place when I found myself with Her [the Blessed Virgin] in front of the
Holy Mount. I picked out Remiremont from the many landscapes which I saw then.
I saw many of those abbeys. They died out gradually under commendatory abbots.
The monks were not numerous, only enough to till the ground, and the revenue
was very small. I have seen white monks, brown monks and black. I don't want to
say how touched I was by that. What interested me was to see the congregation
bud and grow. I shall be a foundation stone. The monasteries will flourish
again, the convents will fill up again. After these calamities, souls in great
numbers will come and dwell in them again.”
“She talked to me and gave me a plan of my own daily life, up to and including
the Sub tuum at the end of evening
prayer which was not always recited well. She reminded me of the Sabbatine Privilege. ‘You must do what is laid down.’ She is
very strict on respect for the Pope's orders. She went over my whole life. The
Blessed Virgin explained to me all my childhood. She said that without Her, I
would have been killed a hundred times, when I was doing antics in the pear
tree. The pear tree was in the fruit garden of my father and mother on the
other side of the road from their house where the barn is. Then how She had
saved my life when I had typhoid fever. Neither the doctor nor my mother knew
what it was. It was cured in one day by toast and water. Then She spoke to me
of the burning down of our house. She told me who lit the fire. It had brought
my family to the greatest wretchedness. My outfit was already in the making for
me to go to the little seminary. I was 19 years old and the fire made me put it
off. I could only go after my military service. She said, ‘I wanted him a
priest; you see, he is a priest.’”
”She also spoke to me about the Miraculous Medal. She spoke about a plaster
statue after the medal which someone had given me a long time ago. In my
childish faith I thought I was doing something wonderful painting that statue;
a veritable daub. I had painted the Blessed Virgin white, Her cloak blue, Her
veil white. In some wild notion, I had painted the girdle yellow. ‘He thought
to give me a yellow girdle,’ She said, ‘it was ugly, very ugly,' laughing very
heartily, ‘but I liked the intention.’ I was eight years old or a little less.
That statue was burned in the fire. The Holy Mother said, ‘For a moment, I
meant to save that statue, but there was no need.’ I went looking for that
statue in the remains of the fire and I gathered up bits in my hat. I carried
that rubbish to the new house and I buried it at the root of the black-currant
bush. The Blessed Virgin added, ‘He put them in his hat.’… She asked for
penance, a return to God, but no one put it into commission. I thought I said
enough of it at La Courneuve. I repeated it every time, every Sunday. People
used to say, ‘He is a good man, but he is always on about the War, and you must
do this and that; there's a bee in his bonnet! They said simply that I had a
slate off. They used to say, ‘He said it; he said it again and you will see he
will say it on Sunday.’ Afterwards they say, ‘Ah, if we had only known I…’ ‘But
I told you often enough.’ ‘Oh, but we didn't believe it!’ She asked for
holiness in family life. She asked us to give up disorder and go back to
orderly lives and then all will be restored. God does not demand more for
forgiveness.”
“I have not told you a tenth of what I saw. There are many things that I cannot
set down. There are things it would not be good to say even forty years hence.
And then the present time is perhaps the least favorable that ever was for
revelation. I don't speak for one fraction of the people, the fervent
Catholics; those simply do not need revelation.”
“I have made notes (accidentally destroyed by Miss Delarue), but even in those
notes you will find lines of full stops at certain passages. I took those notes
on the back of funeral notices. They are in the boxes where I put my papers at
Le Pailly. Only a year after did I speak of them. Now I am getting old. I shall
die very soon from now and I feel more free. I have read passages from these
notes on the apparition at Gray to a priest among my friends. He said to me at
the end of the reading, ‘But it is you that is in this; I guess it. It must be
well founded.’ I answered him that it was very well founded. ‘What especially
astounded the late Bishop of Langres is, I believe, father, that dialogue
between Mary and Lucifer, and also the somewhat candid style of the
conversation. She speaks as She chooses, She is not highfalutin. She said to
me, 'I am coming into the family circle.’”
Father Lamy’s only nephew was killed during the war. It was a huge loss for
himself and his sister Rosine Vauthelin, whom he especially loved.
Apparitions of Our Lord
Pere Lamy used to say his Mass with an extraordinary fervor, which
almost transfigured him. That was the time when Divine favors were often
granted him, in a sensible fashion; the time also when Christ showed Himself
most frequently to His servant.
“Before saying Mass I always invoked St. Peter Fourier, because he used to say
his Mass with exceptional devotion. In the church at Gray, where his heart is
kept, the Blessed Virgin said of him that he is a real saint. He must be
holiness itself because She does not pay compliments lightly.” (St. Peter
Fourier, 1565-1640, was a Canon Regular of St. Augustine, and Vicar of
Mattaincourt in the Vosges. He founded the Congregation of Our Lady. He is the
second patron saint of Lorraine, and died in exile at Gray which was then under
the domination of Spain.)
“In celebrating Mass one is cut away from all earthly thoughts. You only get
back to earth at the Memento. Those are the two moments in which you set out
before God all that touches us on the human side. Then you come back a little
to yourself.”
“I generally see the Sacred Species surrounded with light. You feel a
sweetness, a gentleness out of the ordinary. Yes, at such moments, you think no
more of the earth; you feel something so heavenly. It is the effect of the
presence of Our Lord. I also feel the presence of the holy angels who help me
at Mass, but not every time.”
“Do not ask me what man or woman is at the service when the Blessed Sacrament
is on the altar. I no longer see anyone. I quite discern there are people
about. I saw quite well that it was the curate who handed me the monstrance.
How poorly we receive Our Lord! You should say to Him, ‘You are received in a
stable on rough straw, but both you and Your Mother were put up in a stable at
Bethlehem.’ Fortunately, She is there to receive Him. Neither He nor His holy
Mother is hard to please.”
“Our Lord comes generally alone, whether He shows Himself suffering, or risen
in glory, or whether He shares, and in some sort celebrates, the Mass. You feel
small, small, small, and Our Lord makes Himself small so as not to frighten us
by His greatness. And the attention is so concentrated on Him that you think of
nothing else.”
“He follows the prayers at Mass as if He were assisting at Mass. He lets you do
the praying.”
“He disappears at the third of the last prayers, so that the priest can
communicate.”
“Very rarely He has an aureole; you could not bear the glory of Our Lord. He is
generally preceded by red clouds. I call them that color because I cannot find
the right word. They are neither brown nor purple. A white light appears, which
opens out. Then He is there, quite simple. It is wondrous majesty. You never
get used to it.”
“When Our Lord shows Himself in His sorrowful state, He has none of His
habitual glory about Him. He is not luminous, as usual. He shows His Hands,
when He speaks, He makes gestures, more sober than the Blessed Virgin. I have
never seen Him smile. As a Child He smiles, but as a Man, He is no longer
smiling. He appears cold; you might almost say sad. He has the dignity of a
man. I find Our Lord very dignified. He inspires respect, true, but He also
inspires confidence. His eyes are blue, His look very gentle. You feel when Our
Lord is looking at you, but also how His look goes into the infinite. It is the
same with the Blessed Virgin. Our Lord appears about 33 years of age. He is a
man. Our Lord and the Blessed Virgin have quite straight noses; both He and His
holy Mother have the real complexion of Their country, and so has St. Joseph.
When I have seen a man from the East, I have recognized Their color. In brown
there are shades, as in black.”
“Our Lord's hair is dark auburn. His hair is fairly long, falling down as low
as His shoulders. Some falls forward too, and Our Lord is enveloped, so to
speak, in His hair, like that. He is not heavily bearded. You can make out the
cleft of the chin here. The beard is not luxuriant, but handsome. It is lighter
in color than the hair; not red and not blonde, either. His hair does not come
down over His forehead. His ears are visible. He has a very beautiful face. His
voice is grave, not slow, but His gravity gives it a certain slowness.”
“Our Lord is not very tall. He is dressed in brown stuff, not the same as the
Capuchins, but like brown sheep. His gown is brown with wide sleeves like ours
(cloak sleeves) but in His sleeves you see the white underneath, and a cloak on
His shoulders. The gown is thick, warm. It has large folds.”
“I have never seen wounds in the head of Our Lord, but only those in the feet
and hands. He shows Himself to me with hands and feet swollen and a little bit
of flesh torn loose upon them. The nails must have been square, as long as your
pencil. The heads of the nails were very wide and stamped a violet mark on the
hand, or rather on the wrist. You can see the place of them clearly. The inside
of the nail must be hollow, for it makes a ring in the inside. The feet are
bluish, bleeding, and the hands also. What suffering! ... and Christians hunt
enjoyment so when in the green wood they do these things, what will be done in
the dry?”
“I often touch His feet, which are between the chalice and the canon when He is
standing upright on the altar during the Mass. I touch His side, and I feel the
wound in His side and His ribs through His cloak, when I raise the Host. I stay
and rest It against His side.”
“It was at Mass at Gray when I saw Our Lord lying in the altar (9th September,
1909). Matter is no more for glorified bodies. He put himself at the level of
the altar, lifting the corporal and the Sacred Host (Pere Lamy shows by a
gesture that the body of Our Lord was in the altar, flush with the surface of
the table). He said, ‘A year from now’ ... I saw Him twice at Gray; the first
time like that; the second time at Gray, 9th September, 1910, He was standing
upright. The second time He spoke to me. Our Lord, being on the altar, was
listening to my prayer. At La Courneuve, seeing that my slumming was absolutely
in vain, and the more I work the less result I got, I complained to Our Lord. Everything
I did turned out wrong. My soul was sorrowful indeed. I set forth my pain to
Our Lord. Placing the Sacred Host against His breast, I said, ‘It is evidently
the result of my unworthiness. I ask You, my good God, to ask Your holy Mother
to deign to tell You what I tell You. You are Her Son, and I also am Her son.
You cannot hold out against Her prayer.’ And through His mantle I could feel
the shape of His ribs. I also felt a lively warmth which comforted me. After
the Consecration, the devil was at the right hand of the altar; he said in a
contemptuous voice: ‘Good Lord, what a prayer!’ At that moment, the altar was,
as it were, on fire and Our Lord, turning His face from the fiend, answered
him, ‘He is my Mother's Client.’ Nothing more. There are details, but I leave
them out.” [Comte Biver asked:] “When Our Lord appeared lying in the altar, had
the altar table disappeared ?” “The altar table remained. You see yourself in a
pail of water. Matter, all the same, has no resistance, whether it is wood or
stone. It is a very difficult thing to make understood. Matter does not cease
to be so, but it lets itself be penetrated. When Our Lord passes behind the
altar, the tabernacle disappears. The gaze rests upon His presence, but matter
never interferes. Never have I seen the chalice disappear, nor the Sacred Host.”
“Our Lord told me that the [First World] War had three causes;
Blasphemy, Sunday labor, and the desecration of marriage. When a young man or a
young girl falls into sin, it is nothing in comparison. It is a grave sin, but
after all it is human weakness.”
“Many priests, offering the Holy Sacrifice, do not take sufficient account of
this. They do not understand how great is the power at one's disposal. How the
sacrifice of Our Lord is of infinite value.”
By a special favor, Pere Lamy could feel when the soul for whom he was
celebrating the Mass got profit from it. Whether it is a lessening of his pains
in purgatory, or in Heaven by a momentary increase of glory…: “I said Mass for him
[a certain person]; it wasn't an arid Mass like sometimes, but I had great
consolation. I don't say he is in Heaven; I know nothing about that, but I have
no doubt that he is in God's mercy.”
Pere Lamy saw Our Lord in the scenes of His Holy Childhood. At other times in
the pains of His passion, but to the best of our knowledge he never described
in detail more than two visions of Jesus Crucified, which came about in quite
strange circumstances: “Out in the orchard it was given to me to see Our Lord
on the Cross. I saw Him while some boys were stealing my pears. I was actually
running after them with a rake, saying: ‘I will show you.’ Then, suddenly,
there He was.”
“It was in the month of September during the holidays, on a Sunday… I cannot
remember the year. I was at the Guild. I had the key and went into the
property. I was keeping a watch on the fruit because I used to give it to the
children. There was quite a band of thieves there. I lay down in the grass to
hide because the grass was very high. As they came near I got up, seized a
rake, and ran after them as fast as I could, brandishing the rake and shouting:
‘You rascals, you wait!’ I raised the rake though I did not intend to injure
them. When I reached the wall by the road, there was Our Lord on the Cross—about
where you are now. The boys were overcome with amazement and so was I. Our Lord
did not want me to strike the boys, and so He appeared. I heard them saying: ‘Jesus,
Jesus is there with the Curé.’
No doubt, some of them saw Him, but they kept running all the same. I had had
wire-netting put up, and those boys got out above and below the wire-netting,
scratching out the earth with their hands like dogs or rabbits. They were from
a revolutionary family, reds, and all that's reddest.”
“Our Lord was almost torn asunder. The arms were straight out, at right angles
to the body. He had on His Head what looked like a bush of thorns, like a
basket upside down. It was a hood of thorns. What an outrage! He had one foot nailed
upon the other, I think, but it was His Face I was looking to. To make the
crown they must have put several branches together and twisted them, and then
hammered them in with cudgel blows. It was a mass of sharp points. He wore grey
linen round His loins, knotted at the back, not at the side.”
“I could almost have touched His Feet, by lifting my hand. It was an apparition
willed by Our Lord and not the scene of Calvary. On Calvary the Cross was very
high, and it was set in the earth and choked with stones. But in the apparition
no hole was marked in the ground. The cross appeared near the outer corner of
the orchard, facing me, with its back to the street. The boys were running away
from me very fast, but after the apparition they ran faster.”
“On Holy Saturday, 1914 or 1915, I saw Jesus Christ Crucified, His
cross was set against the altar on the Gospel side. The children were making a
noise in church; it was near the time of the fair. I knocked on the wood of the
altar to make them keep quiet (Pere Lamy made gestures with the left hand), and
as I turned to the side I saw Our Lord on the Cross. He seemed to say to me, ‘You
have hardly any patience, see what I endure.’ Our Lord stayed during the Magnificat of the Holy Saturday Mass. He
was alive. But He said nothing.”
“In Our Lord's case, it is so natural. Our Lord is always so natural. He hangs
on the cross as if He were a child. Our Lord carries a bush of thorns on His
head. I cannot say a crown of thorns; it is a real bush. His head is covered
with them. That head-dress keeps Him from resting His head backward against the
wood or leaning it against His shoulder and His head is not inclined very much
forward. When He dies, His head bows forward. They pulled His arms like wild
beasts; they knew how to inflict suffering. His arms are stretched out… stretched…
stretched…”
“The wound of the lance is low down on the left side. Yes, I say true, the left
side, below the ribs, almost in the stomach. There are painters who represent
the wound in the breast. It is a large, vertical opening. The steel went
through from below upwards. The cross must have been very tall.”
“Oh, souls, souls! They do not see what they have cost Our Lord. They are
judged and valued at a high price. When they want to break from the world,
everything is lined up against them.”
“In a word, to whom much is given, much is demanded.”
On being asked for advice on how to obtain the grace of an answered
prayer, Father Lamy replied: “First and foremost, you must be in a state of
grace. Before praying, you have to kneel in the Confessional. Then, pray with
confidence, and then finally with perseverance.”
“The devil stands behind the Mother of God: If you let her pass by, you will find the devil.”
“You must pay dearly for
spiritual graces. Better not to have any; you are in total darkness afterwards.
If the Blessed Virgin was behind that door, I would not ask Her to come in. All
that is to be paid for… by tears of the heart, than tears of the body.”
Pere Lamy died on Tuesday, December 1st, 1931 at his friend Comte Paul Bivers
house (the author of the book used for this article).
The original article is posted at
Mystics of the Church at:
http://www.mysticsofthechurch.com/2009/11/pere-lamy-father-john-edward-lamy.html
More
on Pere Lamy and the Sabbatine Privilege:
“Pere
Lamy, who saw the coming triumph of the Immaculate Heart of Mary, said: ‘As for
Our Lady, Her kindness gets Her everywhere... The Blessed Virgin said again to
me one day that those who have fulfilled the conditions of Her Sabbatine
Privilege will be drawn out of Purgatory by Her on the first Saturday after
death.’ This was said in 1924, not long after Pope St. Pius X had given
permission for the use of the Scapular medal adding, in the papal decree, ‘not
excluding the Sabbatine Privilege.’ The Pope gave this permission for serious
reasons, such as conditions in the trenches during the First World War Pere
Lamy said: ‘How precious then is the Brown Scapular which brings us deliverance
from such places of pain, for Purgatory is extremely painful. The Blessed
Virgin told me that She thought it better to stay behind 15 years, dragging
one's weight on earth, than to spend 15 minutes in Purgatory.’ ”
~
John M. Haffert, “God's Final Effort,” Chapter 17
"Padre Pio is known for not tolerating any women in wearing low-necked dresses or short, tight skirts, he didn't even allow his spiritual daughters to wear transparent stockings, esp. in the confessional. [You read it, even 'in the confessional.'] When he saw anyone like that, he called them “clowns” and dismissed them. The same for boys and men, they are not allowed to enter the Church with three-quarter length sleeves and they had to wear long trousers. Padre Pio's religious brothers had to fasten a sign to the Church door: "By Padre Pio's explicit wish, women must enter the confessional wearing skirts at least 8 inches below the knee. It is forbidden to borrow longer dresses in church and to wear them to confession." Another sign read: "The Church is the House of God. It is forbidden for men to enter with bare arms or in shorts. IT IS FORBIDDEN FOR WOMEN TO ENTER in trousers, WITHOUT A VEIL ON THEIR HEAD, in short clothing, low necklines, sleeveless or immodest dresses." " (From "Prophet of the People: A Biography of Padre Pio" by Dorothy Gaudiose)
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