Saturday, January 6, 2018

Padre Pio’s Words of Faith † Great Words of Spiritual Advice from Padre Pio

I encourage all my readers to read through this article in order to take in to their soul all the immense spiritual advice of Padre Pio.

Padre Pio was really a great and beautiful soul living in intimate communion with Our Lord Jesus Christ!

I will highlight a few good quotes from Padre Pio’s words that I find interesting (there are many, many more!):
You are mistaken, greatly mistaken, when you want to measure the soul’s love for its Creator by the delightful feelings it experiences in loving God. This kind of love belongs to those who are still spiritually immature. . . On the other hand, the love of those who have left this spiritual infancy behind them is a love which experiences neither taste nor delight in what is called the sensitive part of the soul. We have a sure sign that these people really love God when we observe their readiness to keep God’s holy law; their constant watchfulness so that they may not fall into sin; their habitual desire to see the heavenly Father glorified, while losing no chance to spread the kingdom of God as far as lies in their power; when we see them praying continually to God the Father in the same words of our divine Master, Our Father. . . Thy kingdom come.
If we only knew how God regards this Sacrifice, we would risk our lives to be present at a single Mass.
Let us always keep before our eyes the fact that here on earth we are on a battlefield and that in paradise we shall receive the crown of victory; that this is a testing-ground and the prize will be awarded up above; that we are now in a land of exile while our true homeland is Heaven to which we must continually aspire. Jesus will assist you and give you the grace to live a heavenly life and nothing whatever will be able to separate you from His love.
The souls that suffer the most are favorites of the Sacred Heart; and you may rest assured that Jesus has chosen your soul to be the favorite of His adorable heart. You must hide yourself in this Heart; in this Heart you must give vent to your ardent desires, in this Heart you must live out the days that Providence will grant you; in this Heart you must die when the Lord so wishes.
As regards mortification of the flesh, St. Paul warns us that those who belong to “Christ Jesus, have crucified the flesh with its passions and desires” – Galatians 5:24. From this holy apostle’s teaching it is apparent that anyone who wants to be a true Christian, that is to say, who lives according to the true spirit of Jesus Christ, must mortify his flesh for no other reason than devotion to Jesus, who for love of us, mortified His entire body on the crossThe mortification must be constant and steady, not intermittent, and it must last for one’s whole life.
Endure tribulations, illness, and pain, for the love of God and for the conversion of poor sinners.
Keep your eyes fixed on Him who is your guide to the heavenly country, where He is leading you. What does it matter to you whether Jesus wishes to guide you to Heaven by way of the desert or by the meadow, so long as He is always with you and you arrive at the possession of a blessed eternity?
Hold on tightly to the Rosary. Be very grateful to the Madonna because it was she who gave us Jesus. Love our Lady and make her loved; always recite the Rosary and recite it as often as possible.
Imagine Jesus crucified in your arms and on your chest, and say a hundred times as you kiss His chest, “This is my hope, the living source of my happiness; this is the heart of my soul; nothing will ever separate me from His love.” Stay with me, Lord, for as poor as my soul is I want it to be a place of consolation for You. . . Love Jesus, love Him very much, but to do this, be ready to love sacrifice more [i.e., make sacrifices and mortifications out of Love for Him in order to gain His love].
I urge you to unite with me and draw near to Jesus with me, to receive his embrace and a kiss that sanctifies and saves us. . . Let us not cease then to kiss this divine Son in this way, for if these are the kisses we give him now, he himself will come to take us in his arms and give us the kiss of peace in the last sacraments at the hour of death. 
Our Lord sends the crosses; we do not have to invent them. Charity is the measure by which Our Lord judges all things. Don’t allow any sadness to dwell in your soul, for sadness prevents the Holy Spirit from acting freely.
Endeavor to walk in the presence of God, in the ways I taught you and which you know. Guard yourselves against anxiety and worries, because there is nothing worse in the way of perfection than agitations, worries and anxieties of soul.
Jesus is always with you, even when you don’t feel his presence. He is never so close to you as he is during your spiritual battles. He is always there, close to you, encouraging you to fight the good fight; he is there to ward off the enemy’s blows so you won’t be hurt.
The Spirit of God is a spirit of peace. Even in the most serious faults He makes us feel a sorrow that is tranquil, humble, and confident. This is precisely because of His mercy. The spirit of the devil, instead, excites, exasperates, and makes us feel, in that very sorrow, anger against ourselves. We should, on the contrary, be charitable with ourselves first and foremost. Therefore if any thought agitates you, this agitation never comes from God, who gives you peace, being the Spirit of Peace, but from the devil.

Padre Pio’s Words of Faith

I have often raised my hand in the silence of the night and in my solitary cell, blessing you all and presenting you to Jesus and to our father, St. Francis of Assisi.
In all the events of life, you must recognize the Divine will. Adore and bless it, especially in the things which are the hardest for you.
In my greatest sufferings, it seems to me that I no longer have a mother on this earth, but a very compassionate one in Heaven.
Remember that God is within us when we are in a state of grace and outside of us when we are in a state of sin; but His angel never abandons us. . . He is our most sincere and faithful friend even when we sadden him with our bad behavior.
Prayer is the best weapon we possess. It is the key that opens the heart of God.
You must always humble yourself lovingly before God and before men, because God speaks only to those who are truly humble and He enriches them with His gifts.
Humility and purity are the wings which carry us to God and make us almost divine.
Let us always keep before our eyes the fact that here on earth we are on a battlefield and that in paradise we shall receive the crown of victory; that this is a testing-ground and the prize will be awarded up above; that we are now in a land of exile while our true homeland is Heaven to which we must continually aspire.
Jesus will assist you and give you the grace to live a heavenly life and nothing whatever will be able to separate you from His love.
I remind you that I belong with great ardor to everyone and for this reason I am suffering immensely for all.
Hold on tightly to the Rosary. Be very grateful to the Madonna because it was she who gave us Jesus.
Love our Lady and make her loved; always recite the Rosary and recite it as often as possible.
Imagine Jesus crucified in your arms and on your chest, and say a hundred times as you kiss His chest, “This is my hope, the living source of my happiness; this is the heart of my soul; nothing will ever separate me from His love.”
Stay with me, Lord, for as poor as my soul is I want it to be a place of consolation for You. . .
Love Jesus, love Him very much, but to do this, be ready to love sacrifice more.
Our Lord sends the crosses; we do not have to invent them.
Charity is the measure by which Our Lord judges all things.
Don’t allow any sadness to dwell in your soul, for sadness prevents the Holy Spirit from acting freely.
Let us therefore, love to quench our thirst at this fountain of living water and go forward all the time along the way of divine love. But let us also be convinced that our souls will never be satisfied here below. In fact it would be disastrous for us if, at a certain stage of our journey, we were to feel satisfied, for it would be a sign that we thought we had reached our goal, and in this we would be deceived.
May Jesus be always with you and may He be pleased to make all redeemed souls worthy to be received one day into the kingdom of glory. May He include us in the great number of those who have known how to make continual progress at the school of His love.
It would be well to remember that the graces and consolations of prayer are not waters of this earth but of Heaven. Therefore, all our efforts are not sufficient to make them fall, even though it be necessary to prepare oneself with great diligence.
May the Child Jesus be the star that guides you through the desert of your present life.
I consider what writers say about the kingfishers, the little birds who build their nests on the beach near the sea. They build it in a circular form and so tightly compressed that the sea water cannot penetrate it. . . Here these graceful little birds place their young ones, so that when the sea comes upon them by surprise, they can swim with confidence and float on the waves. . . I want your heart to be like this: well compact and closed on all sides, so that if the worries and storms of the world, the evil spirit, and the flesh come upon it, it will not be penetrated. Leave but one opening to your heart, that is toward heaven. . . How I love and am enraptured by those little birds.
Our present life is given only to gain the eternal one and if we don’t think about it, we build our affections on what belongs to this world, where our life is transitory. When we have to leave it we are afraid and become agitated. Believe me, to live happily in this pilgrimage, we have to aim at the hope of arriving at our Homeland, where we will stay eternally. Meanwhile we have to believe firmly that God calls us to Himself and follows us along the path towards Him. He will never permit anything to happen to us that is not for our greater good. He knows who we are and He will hold out His paternal hand to us during difficulties, so that nothing prevents us from running to Him swiftly. But to enjoy this grace we must have complete trust in Him.
The more you are afflicted, the more you ought to rejoice, because in the fire of tribulation the soul will become pure gold, worthy to be placed and to shine in the heavenly palace.
I have worked and I want to work. I have prayed and I want to pray. I have kept watch and I want to keep watch. I have cried and I want to cry – always for all of my brothers who are in exile. I know and understand that this is very little but this is what I know how to do; this is what I am able to do; and this is all that I can do.
As gifts increase in you, let your humility grow, for you must consider that everything is given to you on loan.
You must concentrate on pleasing God alone, and if He is pleased, you must be pleased.
In the first place, I want you to know that Jesus needs someone to mourn with Him for human wickedness. This is why he leads me along the sorrowful paths. But blessed be His charity forever. He knows how to combine the bitter with the sweet and convert the fleeting pains of this life into eternal happiness.
If we only knew how God regards this Sacrifice, we would risk our lives to be present at a single Mass.
Keep your eyes fixed on Him who is your guide to the heavenly country, where He is leading you. What does it matter to you whether Jesus wishes to guide you to Heaven by way of the desert or by the meadow, so long as He is always with you and you arrive at the possession of a blessed eternity?
In the spiritual life, you must take one step forward each day in a vertical line, from the bottom up.
Some people are so foolish that they think they can go through life without the help of the Blessed Mother.
Our Lord sometimes makes you feel the weight of the cross. This weight seems unbearable but you carry it because in His love and mercy, the Lord helps you and gives you strength.
You must not be discouraged or let yourself become dejected if your actions have not succeeded as perfectly as you intended. What do you expect? We are made of clay and not every soil yields the fruits expected by the one who tills it. But let us always humble ourselves and acknowledge that we are nothing if we lack the Divine assistance.
When Jesus wants to make me happy, He fills my heart with that spirit which is all fire, and speaks to me about His delights; but when He wants to be consoled, He speaks to me about His pains, and invites me in a manner that is both a request and a command, to offer my body to alleviate His sufferings.
If God wills to prolong our trials, do not let us lament or try to find out the reason. . . We have to see God through the fire of thorns, and to do this we must go barefoot and renounce our own will and affection and accept the will of God wholeheartedly.
The earth could exist more easily without the sun than without the Holy Sacrifice of the Mass.
Whenever you are seized by melancholy, let your thoughts dwell on that fateful night on which the Son of God began the work of redemption in the solitude of Gethsemane and offer your own sufferings to the Divine Father, along with the sufferings of Jesus.
I beg You, O my God, to be my life, my ship, my haven. You have made me ascend the cross of Your Son and I struggle to accept it as best I can. I am sure that I shall never come down from it.
Recommend me to the Lord and to the Virgin Mother because I am in extreme need of their help.
As regards mortification of the flesh, St. Paul warns us that those who belong to “Christ Jesus, have crucified the flesh with its passions and desires” – Galatians 5:24. From this holy apostle’s teaching it is apparent that anyone who wants to be a true Christian, that is to say, who lives according to the true spirit of Jesus Christ, must mortify his flesh for no other reason than devotion to Jesus, who for love of us, mortified His entire body on the cross. The mortification must be constant and steady, not intermittent, and it must last for one’s whole life.
As the days pass, I see ever more clearly the greatness of God, and in this light, which grows brighter and brighter, my soul burns with the desire to be united to Him by indissoluble bonds.
Let us continue to trust, for the God who humiliates us and makes us suffer at present is the God who is still speaking to us, and the God who still speaks to us. . . even if He thunders so unpleasantly and severely, is still the God who loves us.
As long as you receive Jesus in the Blessed Sacrament every morning, you must consider yourself extremely fortunate.
Don’t consider me too demanding if I ask you once again to set great store by holy books and read them as much as you can. This spiritual reading is as necessary to you as the air you breathe.
Lord God of my heart, You alone know and see all my troubles. You alone are aware that all my distress springs from my fear of losing You, of offending You, from my fear of not loving You as much as I should love and desire to love You. If You, to whom everything is present and who alone can see the future, know that it is for Your greater glory and for my salvation that I should remain in this state, then let it be so. I don’t want to escape from it. Give me the strength to fight and to obtain the prize given to strong souls.
In order that we may willingly accept the tribulations lavished on us by the Divine mercy, let us keep our gaze fixed on the heavenly home reserved for us. . . Let us withdraw our gaze, moreover, from those good things which are visible to our eyes, by which I mean worldly goods, the sight of which fascinates the heart. Worldly goods prevent us from keeping our eyes fixed on our heavenly home.
Let us keep before our minds that which makes up real holiness. Holiness means getting above ourselves; it means perfect mastery of all our passions. It means having real and continual contempt for ourselves and for the things of the world to the point of preferring poverty rather than wealth, humiliation rather than glory, suffering rather than pleasure. Holiness means loving our neighbor as ourself for love of God. In this connection holiness means loving those who curse us, who hate and persecute us and even doing good to them. Holiness means living humbly, being disinterested, prudent, just, patient, kind, chaste, meek, diligent, carrying out one’s duties for no other reason than that of pleasing God and receiving from Him alone the reward one deserves.
Take care of your spirit, flee idleness and all immoral conversation. . . always remembering the words of the apostle, that our virtue is preserved in very fragile vessels.
The Mother of Sorrows is my confidante, my teacher, my counselor, and my powerful advocate.
Bless Him in all that He makes you suffer on this earth and rejoice in it, for each victory gained has a corresponding crown in paradise.
Jesus permits the spiritual combat as a purification, not as a punishment. The trial is not unto death but unto salvation.
How many time I have entrusted to this Mother (the Virgin Mary) the painful anxieties of my heart. And how many times she has consoled me…..With what great attention she accompanied me to the altar this morning. It seemed to me that she had nothing else to think about but me, filling my heart with holy sentiments. I felt a mysterious fire in my heart, which I could not understand. I felt the need to put ice on in in order to extinguish the fire that was consuming me.
Renew your faith by attending Holy Mass. Keep your mind focused on the mystery that is unfolding before your eyes. In your mind’s eye transport yourself to Calvary and meditate on the Victim who offers Himself to Divine Justice, paying the price of your redemption.
There are moments when I think of the severity of Jesus and I start to worry; then I begin to think of His tenderness and I am consoled. It would be impossible for me not to abandon myself to this sweetness, this happiness.
God commands us to love Him, not as much as He deserves, because He knows our capabilities and therefore He does not ask us to do what we cannot do. But He asks us to love Him according to our strength, with all our soul, all our mind, and all our heart.
One day when we are able to see the full midday light, we will know what value and what treasures our earthly sufferings have been that have made us gain our everlasting Homeland.
I feel a great desire to abandon myself with greater trust to the Divine Mercy and to place my hope in God alone.
Let us always bear in mind that if the Lord were to judge us according to strict justice, none of us, perhaps, would be saved. So let us make righteousness and peace exchange a kiss, which we shall obtain if we always tend towards mercy rather than justice, in imitation of our Heavenly Father.
Give yourself up into the arms of your Heavenly Mother. She will take good care of your soul.
But let us take heart. . . Let us glance at the Divine Master who prayed in the Garden and we will discover the true ladder which unites the earth to Heaven. We will discover that humility, contrition and prayer make the distance between man and God disappear, and act in such a way that God descends to man, and man ascends to God, so that they end up understanding, loving and possessing one another.
I send you this fervent aspiration from my heart… ‘O Lord, for the incomparable sadness and great desolation Your heart felt on the Mount of Olives and on the cross; and for the great affliction Your dear Mother felt when deprived of Your presence, may You be the joy or at least the strength of this daughter, when the passion and cross are perfectly joined to your soul.’
It is now God Himself who acts and operates directly in the depths of my soul, without the ministry of the senses, either interior or exterior. . . All I can say of this present state is that my soul has no concern for anything but God.
May the Lord confirm with His blessings, these wishes of mine, for your happiness is very close to my heart and I work and pray continuously for this end.
In darkness, at times of tribulation and distress of the spirit, Jesus is with you. In such a state you see nothing but darkness, but I can assure you on God’s behalf that the light of the Lord is all around you and pervades your spirit. . . You see yourself forsaken and I assure you that Jesus is holding you tighter than ever to His divine Heart.
Pray for the reestablishment of the kingdom of God, for the spread of faith, for the praise and triumph of our holy mother Church. . . Pray for the unfaithful and for heretics and for the conversion of sinners.
As long as there remains a drop of blood in our body, there will be a struggle between right and wrong.
Every Holy Mass, heard with devotion, produces in our souls marvelous effects, abundant spiritual and material graces which we ourselves, do not know.
If we are imitators of Jesus Christ and face up to all life’s battles, we too will share in His victories.
Jesus himself wants my sufferings; He needs them for souls.
Jesus, our dear Mother, my little angel, St. Joseph, and our father, St. Francis, are almost always with me.
Live in such a way that your Heavenly Father may be proud of you, as he is proud of so many other chosen souls.
O Jesus, how many generous souls. . . have kept Thee company in the Garden, sharing Thy bitterness and Thy mortal anguish. . . How many hearts in the course of the centuries have responded generously to Thy invitation. . . May this multitude of souls, then, in this supreme hour, be a comfort to Thee, who, better than the disciples, share with Thee the distress of Thy heart, and cooperate with Thee for their own salvation and that of others. And grant that I also may be of their number, that I also may offer Thee some relief.
This is my only comfort, that of being associated with Jesus in the Divine Sacrifice and in the redemption of souls.
Don’t lose heart if it is your lot to work a lot and gather little. If you considered what one soul alone costs Jesus, you would never complain.
Never let us put aside the thought of our ultimate aim. And what is this ultimate aim? To know God, principally, is why he conceived our days, our years. Therefore, let us try never to forget this ultimate aim, for everything depends on it. And for what reason? To serve him with faith, with love, and with constancy. Let us try to excel in all of this, then. Since God created us for love, he takes care of us for love, and for love he has promised us the prize.  
Let us remember that the Heart of Jesus has called us not only for our own sanctification, but also for that of other souls. He wants to be helped in the salvation of souls.
When disturbed by passions and misfortunes, may the sweet hope of His inexhaustible mercy sustain us. Let us hasten confidently to the tribunal of penance where He awaits us at every instant with the anxiety of a father; and even though we are aware of our inability to repay Him, let us have no doubts about the solemn pardon pronounced over our errors. Let us place a tombstone over them, just as the Lord has done.
We are the administrators of our money. We will have to give God an account of the use we make of it up to the last cent.
Don’t worry about tomorrow because the very same Heavenly Father who takes care of you today will have the same thought tomorrow and always. . . What does a child in the arms of such a Father have to fear? Be as children, who hardly ever think about their future as they have someone to think for them. They are sufficiently strong just by being with their father.
My only regret is that I have no adequate means with which to thank the Blessed Virgin Mary, through whose intercession I have undoubtedly received so much strength from the Lord, to bear with sincere resignation the many humiliations to which I am subjected day after day. . . And I do not believe this strength comes to me from the world.
Jesus wants to make us holy at all costs. . . He offers you continual proof of this.
We must hide our tears from the One who sends them, from the One who has shed tears Himself and continues to shed them every day because of mans’ ingratitude.
Contrary to our every merit, we are on the steps of Tabor, by having a firm determination to love and serve His divine goodness well. Therefore we must have great hope. . . Let us, step by step, draw away from earthly affections; let us strip ourselves of the old man and put on the new man, aspiring to the happiness that awaits us.
I know that your spirit is always wrapped in the darkness of trials, but it is enough for you to know that Jesus is with you and in you.
Let us always strive more and more to love the Lord. This great truth of loving God must not seem hard to us; on the contrary, we must consider ourselves honored, because the Lord God didn’t limit himself to creating us and telling us to love him, but he made a commandment of it . . . He commands us to do so, and the commandment is full of love. It is he who instills it into our hearts. It is he who gives us the means to be able to love him. But that which is more surprising, he has also promised us the prize. It isn’t something that is temporary, passing, or limited. It is as eternal as he is eternal; it is as immense as he is immense; it is as lasting as he is lasting. And God lasts forever, for all eternity.
Never fall back on yourself alone, but place all your trust in God and don’t be too eager to be set free from your present state. Let the Holy Spirit act within you. Give yourself up to all His transports and have no fear. He is so wise and gentle and discreet that He never brings about anything but good. How good this Holy Spirit, this Comforter, is to all, but how supremely good He is to those who seek Him.
Isn’t our good God far above anything we can conceive? Isn’t He more interested than we are in our salvation? How many times has He not given us proof of this? How many victories have you not gained over your very powerful enemies and over yourself, through the Divine assistance without which you would inevitably have been crushed?. . . If it was left to ourselves, my dear, to remain on our feet, we should never be able to do it.
The Lord is a Father, the most tender and best of fathers. He cannot fail to be moved when His children appeal to Him.
At Jesus’ school I have learned that silence and hope are the fortress of the soul.
You ought to ask our Lord for just one thing, to love Him. All the rest should be thanksgiving.
Jesus is well aware that my entire life, my whole heart is consecrated to Him and to His sufferings.
Don’t worry about anything.
I confess in the first place that for me it is a great misfortune to be unable to express and pour out this ever-active volcano which burns me up and which Jesus has placed in this very small heart of mine. It can all be summed up as follows – I am consumed by love for God and love for my neighbor.
Do you know what religion is? It is a school in which every soul must be trained, smoothed and polished by the Holy Spirit, who acts as a physician to our souls until, well smoothed and polished, they can be united and joined to the will of God. . . Religion is an infirmary for the spiritually sick, who wish to be cured and must therefore undergo the pains of surgery.
We must humble ourselves on seeing how little self-control we have and how much we love comfort and rest. Always keep Jesus before your gaze; He did not come to rest nor to be comfortable either in spiritual or temporal matters, but to fight, to mortify Himself and to die.
My daughters, in Latin, abjection is called humility, and humility – abjection. . . Nevertheless there is some difference between the virtue of humility and that of abjection, because humility is the recognition of one’s abjection. Now the highest degree of humility is not only to recognize one’s abjection, but to love it. This is what I have urged you to do.
Remain calm, because your illness was a little present given to you by Jesus.
Let us be especially grateful to God for the gift of faith, a gift which is mainly instilled in us with Baptism. . . We must remember that faith is the greatest gift that God has made to man on this earth, because from earthly man he becomes a citizen of Heaven. But let us guard this great gift jealously. Woe to he who forgets himself, who forgets Heaven, whose faith grows weak, and worse still, may God preserve us all, who denies his faith. This is the greatest affront that man can make to God. Attention, then. Let us pray to God to preserve in us this gift as the most precious thing he has granted us.
The pain caused by this wound which He inflicts on me and the sweetness which accompanies it are so intense that I cannot even begin to describe it. However. . . this pain and this sweetness are completely spiritual, although it is also true that they are shared by the body to a high degree.
I have never trusted in myself; I can state before my conscience that I never took a step without the advice of another, and as for the steps already taken I always reconsidered, always asked for new insight from as many people as I happened upon.
We must keep the eye of faith fixed on Jesus Christ who climbs the hill of Calvary loaded with his Cross, and as he toils painfully up the steep slope of Golgotha we should see him followed by an immense throng of souls carrying their own crosses and treading the same path. Oh, what a beautiful sight this is. Let us fix our mental gaze firmly on it. We see close behind Jesus our most holy Mother, who follows him perfectly, loaded with her own cross. Then comes the Apostles, Martyrs, Doctors, Virgins and Confessors. . . Jesus himself, despite all our unworthiness, has associated us with this beautiful company. We must make every effort to merge ourselves increasingly in these ranks and hasten with them along the road to Calvary. We should look to the end of the journey and not separate ourselves from this fine company; we must refuse to follow any other way than the one they tread.
My usual manner of praying is this: I no sooner begin to pray than my soul becomes 
enveloped in a peace and tranquility that words cannot describe. . . All I can say about this prayer is that my soul seems to be completely lost in God and that in those moments it gains more than it could in many years of intensive spiritual exercises.
Serene in our faith and tranquil in our soul, let us pray and continue to pray, because intense and fervent prayer pierces the heavens and is backed up by a Divine guarantee.
The Lord only allows me to recall those persons and things He wants me to remember. On several occasions, our merciful Lord has suggested to me people whom I have never known or even heard of, for the sole purpose of having me present them to Him and intercede for them, whereupon He never fails to answer my poor, feeble prayers. On the other hand, when Jesus doesn’t want to answer me, he makes me actually forget to pray for those persons for whom I had firmly decided and intended to pray.
My daughter, we should never forget that our self love is the last to die. While we remain in this base world we will always be affected by its sensitive assaults and hidden operations; but God’s grace is sufficient for us not to willingly succumb. This virtue of detachment is so excellent that the old man in us, the man of sin, nor the senses, nor human nature with its natural faculties were ever capable of possessing it. Not even the Son of God, who as a Son of Adam, although without any stain of sin, was completely free. He too confessed to His apostles that His soul was full of sadness; He too sought consolation; He too did not wish to die. However, He preserved His detachment, and we too must try to preserve it in imitation of Him, in times of trial and suffering, in the faculties possessed by grace.
We must never separate the cross from Jesus; otherwise, it would become a weight which in our weakness, we could not carry.
I do not know what will happen to me; I only know one thing for certain, that the Lord will never fall short of His promises. “Do not fear, I will make you suffer, but I will also give you the strength to suffer,” Jesus tells me continually. “I want your soul to be purified and tried by a daily hidden martyrdom”. . . “How many times,” Jesus said to me a little while ago, “would you have abandoned me, my son, if I had not crucified you.”
In order to attract us the Lord gives us many graces and we imagine we are almost in Heaven. We do not know, however, that to grow we need hard bread – crosses, humiliations, trials and contradictions.
The little vessel which is your soul always possesses the strong anchor of trust in the Divine Goodness. This mystical vessel will always have Jesus as helmsman and Mary as its beacon. Hence there is no room for fear.
You are mistaken, greatly mistaken, when you want to measure the soul’s love for its Creator by the delightful feelings it experiences in loving God. This kind of love belongs to those who are still spiritually immature. . . On the other hand, the love of those who have left this spiritual infancy behind them is a love which experiences neither taste nor delight in what is called the sensitive part of the soul. We have a sure sign that these people really love God when we observe their readiness to keep God’s holy law; their constant watchfulness so that they may not fall into sin; their habitual desire to see the heavenly Father glorified, while losing no chance to spread the kingdom of God as far as lies in their power; when we see them praying continually to God the Father in the same words of our divine Master, Our Father. . . Thy kingdom come.
In the first place, let our prayers be directed towards disarming Divine wrath with regard to our own country. This land also has many accounts to settle with God. May she learn at least from the misfortunes of others, especially from those of her sister country, France, how harmful it is for the nation to draw away from God, and let her intone in due course the Miserere.
Protected, or rather covered and defended by the uniform of this most dear Lord, let us come into His presence and pray to Him with the humility of creatures and the freedom of sons. And because He finds His delight with the children of men, let nothing in the world prevent us from delighting in Him, contemplating His greatness and His infinite titles, for which He has the right to our praise and love.
Place your heart gently in Our Lord’s wounds. Have great confidence in His mercy for He will never abandon you.
You must remember that you have in Heaven, not only a Father but also a Mother…If our wretchedness saddens us, if our ingratitude for God terrorizes us, if the memory of our faults hinders us from presenting ourselves to God, our Father, let us then have recourse to Mary, our Mother. She is all sweetness, mercy, goodness and love for us because she is our Mother.
Reflect upon and keep before your mental gaze the great humility of the Mother of God, our Mother.
In this life Jesus does not ask you to carry the heavy cross with Him, but a small piece of His cross, a piece that consists of human suffering.
You are never without my prayers which you ask for, because you have cost me such sacrifices that I can never forget you. I gave birth to you in the extreme pain of my heart.
Jesus did not measure his blood for the salvation of men, and is He likely to measure my sins to allow me to be lost? I do not think so. . . Tell Jesus too that I will keep my promise not to offend Him anymore and that I will in fact make every effort to love Him always.
If there wasn’t anything else in a soul but the desire to love God, this would be sufficient because God Himself is there. He is not present where there is no desire to love Him.
If nature suffers and demands its rights, this is a condition of mans’ life as a wayfarer. . . As long as we remain in this world we shall always feel a natural aversion for suffering. This is a chain that will accompany us everywhere.
Pray, pray to the Lord with me, because the whole world needs prayer. And every day, when your heart especially feels the loneliness of life, pray. Pray to the Lord because even God needs our prayers.
All our life, all our actions and all our aspirations must be directed in reparation for the offences that our ungrateful brothers continually commit.
I feel crushed beneath the weight of the long exile which still remains before me. It is true that just one more step. . . and the cross will be set up on Golgotha, but you must agree that the step to be taken to set up the cross will require further time and then, to agonize there with Jesus will take time.
We must believe that Jesus will invariably sustain us by His grace. We must fight like strong men, with strength of soul, and the prize will not be far off.
The Mass is infinite like Jesus. . . Ask an angel what the Mass is, and he will reply to you in truth, “I understand what it is and why it is offered, but I do not, however, understand how much value it has.” One angel, a thousand angels, all of Heaven know this and think like this.
Unfortunately, I am in need of courage, but Jesus will not refuse anything. I can testify to this from long experience, so we should not stop asking Him for what we need.
The Heavenly Child suffers and cries in the crib so as to make His suffering for us loveable, meritorious and sought after. He lacked everything so that we might learn from Him to renounce earthly goods. He was pleased with humble and poor adorers so that we might love poverty and prefer the company of the little and simple ones to those of the great of the world. . . With His birth, He indicated our mission, namely to despise what the world loves and seeks.
Where there is no obedience, there is no virtue; there is neither goodness nor love. And where there is no love, there is no God. Without God, we cannot reach Heaven. These virtues form a ladder; if a step is missing, we fall down.
Believe that Jesus, Sun of justice, is with you, loves you and always will, although He would like your consent to operate freely in you.
Why did Jesus Christ sacrifice himself to the point of death? Faith answers – to expiate for our sins. Why did he rise in such splendor? To show us the meaning of our redemption. In his death, we recall that we were dead because of sin. In his resurrection instead we have a perfect example of our resurrection in grace. Since Jesus Christ rose immortal to a life of glory, we must say with St. Paul that we too must rise immortal in the life of grace, firmly resolved to never again subject our souls to spiritual death.
Our imperfections will accompany us to the grave; we cannot walk without touching the ground. It is true that we must not lie on the ground nor turn our face to it, but neither should we attempt to fly, for in the ways of the spirit, we are like young birds that have not yet grown wings.
My heart is filled with a fire of love…. It is a delicate and very gentle flame which consumes without causing any pain…. this is a wonderful thing for me, something I will perhaps never understand until I get to Heaven.
In our thoughts and in confession, we must not dwell on sins that were previously confessed. Because of our contrition, Jesus forgave them at the tribunal of penitence. It was there that He faced us and our destitution, like a creditor standing before an insolvent debtor. With a gesture of infinite generosity, He tore up and destroyed the promissory notes which we signed with our sins, and which we would certainly not have been able to pay without the help of His Divine clemency.
Remember, our suffering is brief but our reward is eternal. You must remain calm, or at least resigned, but always convinced in the voice of authority. You must confide in it, without fearing the rages of the storm, because the vessel of your soul will never be submerged. Heaven and earth may pass away, but the Word of God, that assures the one who obeys it will find victory, will never pass away and will always remain fixed in indelible script in the Book of Life: I will exist forever.
The thought of God’s mercy is the only thing that sustains me.
Souls are not given as a gift; they are bought. Don’t you know what they cost Jesus? They must be paid for with the same coin.
Jesus will never abandon you. I ask you to pray hard for the efficacy of my ministry. I am afraid of displeasing the Lord in the exercise of my priestly activity. May Jesus arrange all things for His glory and our salvation.
In Heaven, everything will be spring as far as beauty is concerned, autumn as far as enjoyment is concerned, summer as far as love is concerned. There will be no winter; but here winter is necessary to exercise self-denial and a thousand other little but beautiful virtues which are exercised at times of sterility.
I can only say one thing, that the one who stands at my right side is Our Lord and no one else; and even before He told me so I was firmly convinced that it was He.
Jesus, who is infinitely merciful, will not fail to give you now and then a respite from the trial He has sent you. He is so good that He will never allow you to give in. The trial is a very hard one, but the Lord who is so very, very good will not fail to lighten the Cross from time to time.
Remember that our soul is the temple of God, and as such, we must keep it pure and spotless before God and His angels.
Divine help will not be lacking. Don’t desire this state to be removed but say to Jesus, “Lord, act in the way and to the extent You wish. If You are happy, I am happy.
Raise your heart always to those heavenly heights, and do all you can to attain that eternal beatitude which awaits us. The children of the world usually only confess their sins on their deathbeds, even though this present life should be lived in the light of eternal life. The children of God, however, touch this truth with their very hands their whole lives.
Let us always bear in mind that at our baptism we became temples of the living God and that every time we turn our minds to worldly things, to the devil and the flesh which we renounced at baptism, we are profaning this sacred temple of God.
Keep in good spirits, abandon yourself to the Divine Heart of Jesus, leaving all your anxieties to Him. Consider yourself always last among our Lord’s lovers. . . clothe yourself with humility toward others, because He resists the proud and gives grace to the humble. The more the graces and favors of Jesus increase in your soul the more you must humble yourself, always keeping in mind the humility of our celestial Mother, who the instant she became the Mother of God, declared herself servant and handmaid of God.
The grain of wheat does not yield anything unless it suffers and decomposes; it is the same for the soul and for nations who need trials and sufferings so as to rise up purified and renewed.
There is one thing I desire from you above everything else: that your normal meditation be, if possible, around the Life, Passion and Death, and also the Resurrection and Ascension of our Lord Jesus Christ. You can then meditate on His birth, His flight into Egypt and His life there, His return and His hidden life in the workshop of Nazareth up to the age of thirty, His humility in His desire to be baptized by His precursor St. John. You can meditate on His public life, His most painful Passion and Death, the institution of the most Holy Sacrament, the very evening men were preparing the most atrocious sufferings. You can meditate again on Jesus praying in the Garden of Olives, sweating blood knowing what sufferings men were preparing for Him and the ingratitude of men who would not make use of His merits. You can meditate also on Jesus being dragged and led to the tribunal, flagellated and crowned with thorns, the course He climbed to Calvary laden with the cross, His crucifixion and finally His death on the cross with all the suffering of seeing His most sorrowful mother.
Listen carefully. There is a mother who is embroidering. Her son sitting on a low stool sees her work, but upside down. He sees the knots of the embroidery, the tangled threads and says, “Mother, what are you doing? Your work is not at all clear.” Then the mother lowers the embroidery frame and shows the good part of her work. Each color is in its place and the variety of threads form a harmonious design. We are seeing the reverse side of the embroidery; we are sitting on the low stool.
Anxiety is one of the greatest traitors that real virtue and solid devotion can ever have. . . One must be careful of this on all occasions, particularly at prayer. And to better succeed it would be well to remember that the graces and consolations of prayer are not waters of this earth, but of Heaven. Therefore all our efforts are not sufficient to make them fall, even though it is necessary to prepare oneself with great diligence but always humbly and tranquilly.
Always keep close to God. In Him I am with you more than you can know.
Consider Jesus’ act of acceptance in the Garden and how much it cost Him, making Him sweat blood. Make this act yourself when things are going well and also when they go against you. . . We know that nature shrinks from the cross when things are hard, but we cannot say the soul is not submissive to God’s will when we see it carrying out that will, in spite of the strong pull it feels in the opposite direction.
Those souls who throw themselves into the whirlpool of worldly preoccupations are poor as well as unfortunate. . . they are affected by the shock that breaks their heart.
The Christian’s motto is the cross. You will recognize God’s love by this sign, by the sufferings He sends you.
I no sooner began to pray than my heart is filled with a fire of love. This fire does not resemble any fire of this lowly earth. It is a delicate and very gentle flame which consumes without causing any pain. . . This is a wonderful thing for me, something I will perhaps never understand until I get to Heaven.
I will always seek the company of all those who are lovers of Jesus, particularly those who are united to us in one and the same spirit.
Science, my son, for all its greatness is nevertheless a small thing and less than nothing compared to the formidable mystery of the Divinity. You must take another road. Cleanse your heart of every earthly passion, humble yourself in the dust and pray. Like this you will certainly find God, who will give you peace and serenity in this life and eternal beatitude in the next.
The field of battle between God and Satan is the human soul. This is where it takes place every moment of our lives. The soul must give free access to our Lord and be completely fortified by Him with every kind of weapon. His light must illuminate it to fight the darkness of error. He must put on Jesus Christ, His truth and justice, the shield of faith, the word of God to overcome such powerful enemies. To put on Jesus Christ we must die to ourselves.
Do not wish greatly to be freed from tests; a soldier needs to have achieved a great deal in war before he desires its end. We shall never gain perfect sweetness or charity unless we exercise it amidst repugnance, aversion and disgust.
The Lord is willing to do great things, but on condition that we are truly humble.
Let us now consider what the soul must do to be certain of the indwelling of the Holy Spirit. It is all a question of mortification of the flesh with its vices and concupiscence. . . . . On this subject the Apostle warns, “If we live for the Spirit we will walk in the Spirit,” as if he wanted to tell us for our edification: Do we want to live spiritually, that is to say, to be moved and guided by the Holy Spirit? Then let us take care to mortify our spirit, which, when it is satisfied, makes us impetuous and weary. Let us take care to repress vainglory, wrath and envy. These are three evil spirits that enslave the majority of mankind. These three evil spirits are extremely opposed to the Spirit of the Lord.
Do not let the persecution of worldlings and of all those who live without the Spirit of Jesus Christ deter you from following the road trodden by the saints.
Continue to love Jesus and make an effort to love Him more and more, without desiring to know anything else.
The good we endeavor to do to others will always result in the sanctification of our own souls.
Let us look at ourselves in Jesus, my dear, as our mirror, in Jesus who led a hidden life. All His infinite majesty was hidden in the shadows and silence of that modest little workshop in Nazareth. So let us, too, make every effort to lead a completely interior life, hidden in God.
We have a double life; one is natural, that which we have from Adam through human generation and therefore an earthly life – corruptible, self-centered and full of passions. The other which we have from Jesus in baptism is supernatural and therefore a spiritual life – heavenly and with a capacity for virtue. Through baptism, a real transformation is made in us. We are brought to die to sin; we are grafted onto Jesus Christ in such a manner that we live His very same life.
When you are exposed to any trial, be it physical or moral, bodily or spiritual, the best remedy is the thought of Him who is our life, and not to think of the one without joining to it the thought of the other.
Jesus continues to love me and to draw me closer to Himself. He has forgotten my sins, and I would say that He remembers only His own mercy. . . Each morning He comes into my heart and pours out all the effusions of His goodness.
The Spirit of God is a spirit of peace. Even in the most serious faults He makes us feel a sorrow that is tranquil, humble, and confident. This is precisely because of His mercy. The spirit of the devil, instead, excites, exasperates, and makes us feel, in that very sorrow, anger against ourselves. We should, on the contrary, be charitable with ourselves first and foremost. Therefore if any thought agitates you, this agitation never comes from God, who gives you peace, being the Spirit of Peace, but from the devil.
Endure tribulations, illness, and pain, for the love of God and for the conversion of poor sinners.
Jesus is always with you, even when you don’t feel his presence. He is never so close to you as he is during your spiritual battles. He is always there, close to you, encouraging you to fight the good fight; he is there to ward off the enemy’s blows so you won’t be hurt.
I urge you to unite with me and draw near to Jesus with me, to receive his embrace and a kiss that sanctifies and saves us. . . Let us not cease then to kiss this divine Son in this way, for if these are the kisses we give him now, he himself will come to take us in his arms and give us the kiss of peace in the last sacraments at the hour of death.
May the Mother of Jesus, and our Mother, obtain for us from her Son the grace to live a life according to the heart of God, a life that is entirely interior and hidden in Him.
Humility and charity are the main supports of the whole vast building and all the other virtues depend on them. One makes up the foundation; the other, the roof of the building, the sturdiness of which depends on both. If the heart constantly dedicates itself to the practice of these two virtues, it will have no difficulty with all the others.
I feel all your troubles as if they were my own.
Endeavor to walk in the presence of God, in the ways I taught you and which you know. Guard yourselves against anxiety and worries, because there is nothing worse in the way of perfection than agitations, worries and anxieties of soul.
I send you this fervent aspiration from my heart. . . ‘O Lord, for the incomparable sadness and great desolation Your heart felt on the Mount of Olives and on the cross; and for the great affliction Your dear Mother felt when deprived of Your presence, may You be the joy or at least the strength of this daughter, when the passion and cross are perfectly joined to your soul.’
The heavenly beings continue to visit me and to give me a foretaste of the rapture of the blessed. And while the mission of the guardian angels is a great one, my own angel’s mission is certainly greater, since he has the additional task of teaching me other languages.
Keep always before your eyes as archetype and example, the modesty of our Divine Master, who according to the expression of the apostle to the Corinthians, considers the modesty of Jesus Christ equal to His meekness, which was His proper and almost characteristic virtue.
Our body is like a donkey that we must take a stick to, so as to subdue it, but not so much that it throws us to the ground and refuses to carry us.
Many times a day I present your heart to the Eternal Father. . . and I present it to Him without fail at Holy Mass.
I feel powerfully the need for a true, sincere and intimate conversion to God, and I do not know where and how to start. This is what I assiduously ask of Jesus: my conversion.
When it pleases Him to place us on the Cross by confining us to a bed of sickness, let us thank Him and consider ourselves lucky to be honored in this way.
Our Lord loves you and loves you tenderly; and if He does not let you feel the sweetness of His love, it is to make you more humble and abject in your own eyes.
I am alone in bearing the weight of everyone. And the thought of not being able to give some spiritual relief to those that Jesus sends to me, the thought of seeing so many souls who want to justify their sins and thus spite their highest good – afflicts me, tortures me, makes me a martyr. It wears me out, wracks my brain, and breaks my heart.
Let us humble ourselves and confess that if God were not our armor and shield, we would be pierced by all kinds of sins. That is why we must live in God by persevering in our practices, and learn to serve Him at our own expense.
Holy Father, give us today our daily bread. Give us Jesus always during our brief stay in this land of exile. Give Him to us and grant that we may be increasingly worthy to welcome Him into our hearts.
God has never refused me anything and indeed I must say He has given me more than I asked.
I suffer greatly, Father, when I see how people ignore Jesus, and what is worse, how they insult Him, especially by those dreadful blasphemies.
We must rise up and value every instant of time that passes and is in our power. We must not waste a single moment. By divine grace we find ourselves at the beginning of a new year. This year, which only God knows if we shall see its end, must be used in reparation for the past and in preparation for the future.
Oh my daughter, how beautiful is His face, how sweet His eyes and what a good thing it is to stay close to Him on the mount of His glory. We must place all our desires and affections there.
Place all your trust in the heart of sweet Jesus…… Never abandon your faith and renew it always. Faith has never abandoned any man, and far less so will it forsake a soul that yearns to love God.
Consider that we are always in the presence of God to whom we have to give account for our every action, both good and bad.
Jesus says to us in the Gospel that the promised reward will not be for he that shall begin well, nor for he that shall continue for a certain time, but for he that shall persevere unto the end; therefore those who have begun must try to persevere. Those who have continued must try to reach the end, and those who have unfortunately not begun, must set themselves on the right road. Let us make the effort to persevere. I know that it is a difficult task, but the example of the saints, the help of the Blessed Virgin Mary, and the grace of God which is always waiting for those who call for it, will not fail us. Therefore let us garb ourselves in constancy, patience, and perseverance, and then that which Jesus said to us in the Gospel will come about: “He that shall persevere unto the end, shall be saved.”
You think you know my love for you but you don’t know that it is much greater than you can imagine. I follow you with my prayers, with my suffering and with my tears.
Let us try to serve the Lord with all our heart and will. He will always give us more than we deserve.
I am ready for anything as long as Jesus is happy and will save the souls of my brethren, especially those He has entrusted to my care.
Let us pray to our most merciful Jesus to come to the aid of His Church, for her needs have become extreme.
May the Most Holy Virgin, who was the first to practice the gospel perfectly and in all its severity, even before it was proclaimed, spur us on to follow closely in her footsteps.
We shall invariably advance cautiously, but with holy freedom. We shall feel that the Lord who has chained us to Him by love, is leading us to beware of sin as of a poisonous viper. And while we take the greatest care never to commit a deliberate sin, we have a greater fear of mortal sin than of fire.
Be of good cheer; abandon yourselves to the Sacred Heart of Jesus and let Him take care of everything.
The years have gone by, one after the other, without our reflecting on how we have spent them, and whether there was anything in our conduct to improve, add or remove. We have lived thoughtlessly and unmindful that one day the eternal Judge shall call each of us and ask us to give an account of our deeds and how we made use of our time. And yet we shall have to give a most strict account of every minute, every grace, every holy inspiration and every occasion offered to us to do good.
Living these brief passing moments should matter little to the children of God, so long as they will live eternally with God in glory. My daughter, consider that you are already on the way to eternity. You have already placed one foot there. Provided that it is a happy one for you, what does it matter if these passing moments are unhappy?
What God wants from you is always right and good. May He be blessed forever. Let us get to work; in Heaven we’ll have no other duty than the fulfillment of God’s will. Let us strive to bless the Lord when we are the object of humiliations and contempt. Let us bless Him in our spiritual trials and our heartbreaks, for all is ordained by God with great wisdom.
He who attaches himself to the earth remains attached to it. It is by violence that we must leave it. It is better to detach oneself a little at a time, rather than all at once. Let us always think of Heaven.
As the years go by and eternity draws near, we must be twice as courageous and lift our spirit to God, serving Him with even greater diligence in everything that our Christian vocation and profession requires from us. Only this can make us agreeable to God, make us free to leave this great world that is not of God, free from all other enemies; only this can make us reach the port of eternal salvation.
Every Christian soul ought to be familiar with this saying of the holy apostle [St. Paul], “To me to live is Christ” – Philippians 1:2. I live for Jesus Christ, I live for His glory, I live to serve Him, I live to love Him. And when God wants to take our life from us, our sentiment and our feeling should be those of a person who at the end of his toil goes to collect his wages, who, at the end of the fight, goes to receive the prize.
By justice, Jesus Christ once risen should have ascended at once to the glory of the right hand of the Father. . . And yet we know very well that for 40 days He wanted to be seen as risen. And why? To affirm, as St. Leo says, by such an excellent mystery, the good news of our faith. . . These 40 days before our ascent to Heaven will pass for us too. Perhaps they will not be days, but months and years. I wish you, my brothers and sisters, a long and prosperous life full of heavenly and material blessings. But finally this life will come to an end. And then we will be happy, if we have assured for ourselves the joy of a happy transit to eternity. Then our resurrection will be complete. There will be no more danger of losing the grace of God. There will no longer be any suffering, no more death, but instead everlasting life with our Savior Jesus Christ in Heaven. May our Lord bless these wishes of mine which I am happy to have demonstrated to show how much I have your happiness at heart, how much I worry and unceasingly pray for it.
May your whole life be spent in giving thanks to the Divine Spouse…. Live for Him and let your entire life be spent for Him. Hand over to Him your departure and the departure of others from this earth – when, where, and as He wills.
He wants you entirely for Himself. He wants you to place all your trust and all your affection in Him alone.
And if our wretchedness saddens us, if our ingratitude for God terrorizes us, if the memory of our faults hinders us from presenting ourselves to God our Father, let us then have recourse to Mary our Mother. She is all sweetness, mercy, goodness, and love for us because she is our Mother.
Let us ask the Lord to send us death when His grace is with us, when we are surrounded by Him, His Mother and Saint Joseph, after having completed our purgatory here on earth.
The souls that suffer the most are favorites of the Sacred Heart; and you may rest assured that Jesus has chosen your soul to be the favorite of His adorable heart. You must hide yourself in this Heart; in this Heart you must give vent to your ardent desires, in this Heart you must live out the days that Providence will grant you; in this Heart you must die when the Lord so wishes.
We shall not see each other again in this world; but when I am no longer here, do not forget me in your prayers before the Almighty and I shall continue as your guide from Heaven.

I will stand at the gates of Heaven and I will not enter until all of my spiritual children are with me.

Related biographical booklet of Padre Pio [great read]:

Wednesday, January 3, 2018

Father Miguel Pro S.J., a 20th Century Mexican Martyr (José Ramón Miguel Agustín Pro Juárez)

I would like to recommend to my readers the following biographical book about Fr. Miguel Pro, a Jesuit Martyr that lived in the 20th century:

https://archive.org/details/BlessedMiguelPro20thCenturyMexicanMartyrBallAnn


To me, it was a really good and inspiring book and I hope all my readers will look into it and read it.


Book description:


This is the inspiring story of the famous Father Miguel Pro who was executed in Mexico in 1927 for the crime of being a Catholic priest. This young Jesuit spent most of his short life in the priesthood dodging the Mexican police as he ministered to the underground Church during the Mexican Revolution. Fr Pro's quick wit and keen sense of humor were put to good use as he pedaled around Mexico City on his bicycle in various disguises, en route to administering the Sacraments, giving spiritual talks or begging food and money for the poor. But behind the disguises beat the heart of a Saint - as the Mexican people testified by turning out in throngs to pay their last respects after his martyrdom. Fr Pro offered his life for the Catholic Faith and his last words on this earth were: "Viva Cristo Rey" - Long live Christ the King! Blessed Miguel Pro makes history come alive and highlights the dramatic conflict between the Church and her enemies that continues even to this day. Every member of the family will be delighted by this fast-paced true story of a modern Catholic hero who proclaimed both in life and death the reign of Christ the King.

For more information: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Miguel_Pro



Portrait of Blessed Miguel Pro, from La Sagrada Familia Church (source)

PRAYER TO THE BLESSED VIRGIN OF SORROWS BY FR. MIGUEL PRO


Let me live my life at your side, my Mother, and be the companion of your bitter solitude and your profound pain. Let my soul feel your eyes’ sad weeping and the abandonment of your heart. On the road of my life, I do not wish to savor the happiness of Bethlehem, adoring the Child Jesus in your virginal arms. I do not wish to enjoy the amiable presence of Jesus Christ in the humble little house of Nazareth. I do not care to accompany you on your glorious Assumption to the angels’ choir. For my life, I covet the jeers and mockery of Calvary; the slow agony of your Son, the contempt, the ignominy, the infamy of His Cross. I wish to stand at your side, most sorrowful Virgin, strengthening my spirit with your tears, consummating my sacrifice with your martyrdom, sustaining my heart with your solitude, loving my God and your God with the immolation of my being.

PRAYER TO JESUS OUR SAVIOR BY FR. MIGUEL PRO

I believe, O Lord; but strengthen my faith. Heart of Jesus, I love Thee; but increase my love. Heart of Jesus, I trust in Thee; but give greater vigor to my confidence. Heart of Jesus, I give my heart to Thee; but so enclose it in Thee that it may never be separated from Thee. Heart of Jesus, I am all Thine; but take care of my promise so that I may be able to put it in practice even unto the complete sacrifice of my life.


Padre Pro, A Modern Martyr

Source: http://catholicism.org/padre-pro.html
Without a trace of fear or hesitancy, he walked to the wall, and tranquilly faced the firing squad. He stretched forth his hands in the form of a cross, refused a blindfold, and cried out: “With all my heart I forgive my enemies.” Then, just before the order to fire was given, he quietly uttered the glorious ejaculation of the Mexican martyrs: Viva Cristo Rey! “Long live Christ the King!”

Five uplifted rifles, a sharp explosion, silently ascending white smoke puffs, and the beloved Father Jose Ramon Miguel Agustin Pro Juarez, S.J., idol of the Mexican people, fell dead riddled with bullets.

This sad event took place at ten thirty-eight in the morning of November 23, 1927. The victim was born thirty-six years before to Josefa and Miguel Pro on January 13, 1891, in the town of Guadalupe, Mexico.

Don Miguel and his wife were the happy parents of eleven children. Miguel, Jr., was the third born. Four died in infancy. The two eldest, Maria de la Concepcion and Maria de la Luz, became Sisters of the Good Shepherd. Two of the boys, Miguel and his younger brother Humberto, were martyred. The rest of the children, Ana Maria, Edmundo Jose, and Roberto married.

There is no way to get a total picture of the life of Father Pro without first focusing on the background against which that life was molded. Ever since the great captain, Hernando Cortez, gained possession of Mexico in 1521 in the name of Spain, the country had maintained its Catholic moorings. But there had been a succession of attempts to sever Mexico from the mother country.

The first separatist movement was organized by a parish priest named Hidalgo y Costillo in 1810. Having rallied the peasantry under the banner of Our Lady of Guadalupe, the priest-soldier formed a formidable army and dealt several severe blows to the government forces. In the end, however, Hidalgo’s overconfident troops were disastrously defeated and he was captured and shot. His efforts were revived by another priest named Morelos, who, likewise, was snagged by the Spanish forces and put to death in 1815.

But soon afterwards the royalist general, Iturbide, renounced his allegiance to Spain, due to the liberal and Pro-Masonic turn of events in his mother country, and joined his forces with those of the separatist leader Guerrero. In no time the royalists had lost virtually all their support, and the separatists succeeded in having the independence of Mexico formally declared in 1821. Iturbide, the general, became Agustin I, the emperor, and for one year the nation was an American empire.

Though, under Agustin, the Mexicans enjoyed full religious freedom, the Masonic forces, already spilling over into the heart of their country from the United States, motivated a strong movement towards a republican system of government; which movement, in 1823, succeeded in pressuring the Emperor to abdicate and eventually to flee for his life. A year later, Iturbide, who loved his country greatly, thought that it would be safe to return from his exile in Italy, a miscalculation which cost him his life. Immediately upon entering the country he was arrested and executed. The religious freedom maintained by the unfortunate Emperor had been undone by the republicans.

Mexico would probably have remained a far less anticlerical nation had it not been for the introduction of Freemasonry by the first American consul, Joel Poinsett, who served in that post from 1825-1829. His interest in rare flowers, which immortalized his name in the plant he introduced to the United States, the red-leafed poinsettia, was a strange diversion for one who was so steeped in subversive activity.

By 1876, after much unrest and several revolutions, Porfirio Diaz gained the presidency by force, and for thirty-four years ruled as a relatively benevolent dictator. Catholics, (that is, ninety-five percent of the people), were happier in those years under Diaz; for, during his regime, all anti-religious laws, though still on the books, were held in abeyance, and the Church flourished anew. Nevertheless, Freemasonry continued its insidious campaign by cleverly manipulating its own candidates into high political positions and causing practicing Catholics to be removed from such offices.

Diaz fell from power in 1911. This was due to the military advantage and popular support the Mexican soldiers and working people gave to Francisco Madero, whose rallying cry was for social reform. Madero’s triumph, however, was short-lived. Just two years after the was elected president, a military coup, led by General Victoriano Huerta, overthrew him. Madero was treacherously slain in prison. Under Huerta the Church was more free to preach the kingdom of God than it had been under his predecessor.

After 1915, when Huerta fell, the names of Venustiano Carranza, Alvaro Obregon, and Plutarco Calles, three successive dictators who launched openly anti-Catholic policies, will forever stain the pages of Mexican history. It was under the last mentioned Calles, that a most fierce and bloody persecution of the Church ravaged the nation. In the years from 1926-1929 he was responsible for the execution of one hundred and sixty priest and hundreds of lay men and women…and even children. It was during this reign of terror that Padre Pro won the martyr’s crown.

From his tenderest years Miguel Pro’s character was a blend of deep seriousness and an irrepressible love of merriment. He was jovial and good-humored. As one who knew him remarked: “Father Pro was an actor, he could laugh one minute and cry the next; in fact, he would laugh with one side of his face and cry with the other.”

When he was a young boy, his mother once took him on her lap and told him about the martyrdom of a saintly Franciscan which had occurred many years before. Little Miguel embraced his mother and exclaimed: “Mother darling, I also would love to die a martyr’s death!”

Clasping her little son to her bosom, she replied with tears in her eyes: “May God hear you, child. But that is too great a happiness for me.”

A Narrow Escape from Death
There were two occasions when little Miguel should have been taken to the world beyond, but was miraculously saved. I will relate just one.

It happened that a certain Aztec woman, who idolized little Miguel, one time fed him a large quantity of fruit, not realizing that it was bad. As a result the small child was stricken with a very serious malady. The sickness suddenly infected the youngster’s brain. This tragic development caused the doctors to give up hope, saying that he would either die, or live on as an imbecile.

For one whole year Miguel lived on, unable to speak, scarcely recognizing his beloved parents. Finally his condition became acute and death was imminent. His father, who loved his son dearly, was beside himself with grief. Yet trusting with childlike confidence in the Mother of God, he took the lad in his arms, and kneeling down before a likeness of our Lady of Guadalupe, he held out his sick son before the image, pleading for the holy Virgin’s intercession with all his heart: “Madre mia, give me back my son.”

In the dead silence that followed, the startled witnesses saw Miguel shudder convulsively, come out of his death trance, and vomit up a quantity of blood. Such a spectacular physical manifestation reanimated the doctors, who declared that the child’s recovery was now a strong possibility. A few days later he was completely restored to health, mentally and physically.

As the future martyr grew older, the playfulness that had marked his childhood developed into a sunny, jovial, and prankish, but personable disposition. This lightheartedness of his highlighted the evenings which all the members of his family spent at home in the Mexican family tradition. In Senor Pro’s casa Miguel could always be counted on to chase away the doldrums. But he was at times also over-mischievous, and had more than once to be corrected by his father, who did not fail to use the strap.

On one such occasion, when Miguel was about five, his mother took him with her to the store. There the young boy made an awful scene, stubbornly insisting that his mother buy him a small white marble horse, even though she had already purchased other gifts for him. Senora Pro finally gave in and bought the ornament. When they arrived home, and Papa Pro heard what had happened, he not only gave Miguel the strap, but made him kneel before the family and ask pardon, In the end, the marble horse was placed on Mr. Pro’s desk. Over the years, the mere sight of it caused young Miguel much remorse, and he was once heard to say, “For this thing I made my mother weep.”

When Miguel Agustin was six, his father’s mining business took him to Monterrey. The house they had rented was close to the home of the Governor, and every morning at eight o’clock Miguel would watch the soldiers march to salute the flag. Captivated by this display of uniforms and sound of drums, he was inspired to invent a game. He would play the part of a soldier who had been wounded on the battlefield while capturing the enemy flag. Then his older sister, Concepcion, had to take the role of a Sister of Charity who would come and dress his wound. Suddenly, while she was supporting him, a devastating blast would bring them both to a tragic end. The grim drama required considerable rehearsal before such a “tear jerking” episode could be effectively enacted for the edification of their little sister. Though this was just a passing diversion, little did the young hero realize that he would one day lie riddled with bullets in a courtyard of Mexico City, slain as a soldier of Christ the King.

The following year the Pro family was on the move again. This time it was to the rude mining center, Concepcion del Oro. This privileged town was to be the place of their most permanent residence. The year was 1898.

St. Joseph’s day, March 19, was the day chosen by Miguel, Concepcion, and Maria de la Luz, for the reception of their first Holy Communion. It was also the feastday of their mother Josefina. Heaven was watching the holy spectacle with a special interest as Fr. Correa, the parish priest, brought Our Lord for the first time to these dear little children. At that time no one could possibly know the destiny of that blessed foursome. But God had planned that each of them would glorify Him in a special way. Two were marked for martyrdom: the priest, Fr. Correa, who was slain at the outset of Calles’ reign of terror; and the little boy. And two were marked as future brides of Christ.

Even as a youngster Miguel had a wonderful insight into the simple truths of the Faith. This was once brought out in an amusing manner, typical of his forthright nature. It seems that the Pros had, for a period of time, employed a Protestant woman to tutor the children. Once in a while they invited her to dine with the family. On one occasion little Miguel, the “man of the house,” insisted on leading the mealtime grace. He said the Our Father and then followed with the Hail Mary. The teacher remained silent during the second prayer. When he was finished, he abruptly declared to their guest that only the Catholic religion was complete, and asked: “What is religion without love of the Blessed Virgin?” Don Miguel and Dona Josefa looked at their son in startled silence.

In 1902, a new college was opened at Saltillo, close to the Pro’s home. Since it was highly recommended by friends, Don Miguel sent his son to this school. Previous to his decision to do so, he had been given the assurance by the rector that, although the college was not Catholic, all the boys would enjoy full freedom to practice their religion. However, on the very first Sunday after Miguel’s arrival, he was denied permission to attend Mass. And on several successive Sundays, he was compelled to be present with all the pupils in the Protestant chapel. The indignant young Catholic wrote to his father to explain his plight, but the letter was intercepted by the school authorities without his knowledge. So, as he waited in vain for his father’s reply, he stubbornly refused to attend the heretical services, and was locked up on Sundays in the school dormitory. (It is hard to believe that this could occur in a country ninety-five percent Catholic.)

One Sunday, while thus detained, he heard a band passing by. Since music always attracted him, he ran to the front door and managed to raise himself high enough to peep out. Not far away he spied a family returning from what he rightly guessed was Mass. He called out to get their attention. Hearing his cry, two small daughters came over to see what the boy wanted. He told them to please bring their mother. When the good Senora came over and heard his predicament, she was horrified and assured him that she would write to his father immediately to inform him of what was going on. Don Miguel, upon receipt of the message, hastened at once to Saltillo, and with much indignation demanded his son. There is no record of what Senor Pro actually said to the deceitful director, but we can well imagine.

The mother of the family, Josefina, was noted for her generous compassion for the sufferings of others, especially the sick and the poor. Often she used to leave the house, loaded with foods and medicines, and taking her children along with her, she would appear among the needy as an angel of mercy sent to console them. Compassion for the poor is proved by action, and such activity certainly indicates holiness. Not without sacrifice, Senora Pro also established and maintained a free hospital to care for those who could not afford treatment. Sad to say, however, once the hospital began to flourish, the mayor of Concepcion del Oro laid down such unreasonable restrictions that it was impossible for Dona Josefa to continue her holy enterprise. “Never mind, Mother darling,” her fourteen year old Miguel sympathized, “when I grow up I shall build you a hospital, and we shall care for many of the poor.”

Soon after the youngest son Roberto was born, their little daughter Josefina, who was only thirteen years old, fell desperately sick and was taken away to Paradise. Though crushed with grief, the family, whose members were so close to each other, bore their cross nobly. Throughout their sorrow, Miguel, by now really beginning to be “the man of the family,” proved a veritable angel of comfort.

But as Miguel got older, it became clearer that he was destined…for the altar? No, not for the altar. Rather for the stage. He was a perennial prankster. Once, when on a walk, he took his sister Concepcion to the house of a stranger, knocked at the door, and escorted her into the unsuspecting man’s parlor. The owner of the house, somewhat perplexed, inquired about the purpose of their visit. Pointing to a hideous picture on the wall, Miguel declared that his sister, seeing it as they passed by, was charmed by it, and wanted to procure it. The man replied that, although the picture was an original masterpiece, he would part with it for no less than five hundred dollars. The young entrepreneur pondered aristocratically over the offer; then, abruptly, he told the stranger that he must first consult his parents, and, giving a fictitious address, escorted his mortified sister to the street. That was Miguel Pro!

A Close Call
One day, returning from a hunting trip, young Pro decided to beat his companions home by taking a shortcut along the railroad tracks. As he hustled along, he slipped, and to his chagrin, he caught his foot between the rails. Suddenly, a huge freight train appeared down the line, bearing rapidly towards him. Frantically he tugged and tugged, but couldn’t free himself. Then he called upon Mary Immaculate with all his heart, promising works of sacrifice in her honor, should she deliver him from this terrible danger. Instantly, as he jerked his leg, the boot ripped off from its sole, and the grateful young man ran to safety. Later on, at home, he told everyone that he had felt the imminent approach of death, and had even imagined himself in Purgatory. “Since then,” he noted, “I made a pact with the Blessed Virgin that she would not let me go to Purgatory, and that I would ever be her faithful servant. Ever since, she is my own Lady.”

The road to sanctity for most people is seldom a straight one. Some fall and bounce back. Some fall again and again, and bounce back. Though Miguel Pro can hardly be classified as a repentant sinner in the same way that a St. Augustine could, he did, for a brief period, deviate from the narrow road. When he was eighteen years old, he went through a state of carelessness in the practice of his religion. At this time he was dating a pretty senorita who happened to be a non-Catholic. The courtship terminated in a most amusing, but embarrassing manner. Of course, what happened was all in the Providence of God.

It seems that the lad once wrote two letters – one to this mother – the other to the young lady. However, he sent them to the wrong persons. When his mother received the letter intended for the non-Catholic girl, she was overcome with grief, and became ill. The young woman, on the other hand, was conveniently “turned off,” so to speak by the detailed account that her promising caballero gave of his reflections made in a mission house where he was staying. In the letter he explained beautifully how God had touched his heart; how grace had returned to tranquilize his soul; how he was about to make a good confession and receive Holy Communion. Unfortunately for the young senorita (but fortunately for her caballero) this was not the kind of romantic dandy that she was looking for; so she curtly returned the letter to its puzzled sender along with some gifts that he had given her.

During the letter incident, Miguel was staying with two Jesuit priests, who had invited him to the mission of St. Tiburcio. He went with the idea that it was to be a holiday, but when his mother wrote to the Fathers telling them of the letter she had received, her son’s liveliness gave way to grief, and he was seen weeping bitterly because he had caused his beloved mother such sadness. Later he would call that night his noche triste (night of sorrow). And thus ended a not so very romantic episode in the life of our future hero.

It wasn’t long after his return home that Miguel’s elder sister, Maria de la Luz, entered the Sisters of the Good Shepherd at Aguascalientes. That was in August, 1910. Miguel, nineteen at the time, felt her departure most keenly, though, out of respect to his parents, who were happy to give their child to God, he kept his spirits up. Then, just six months later, more heartbreaking news reached his ear. Concepcion, his closest sister and “inseparable companion,” announced to him that she was planning to enter the same Order.

He turned to her with a stunned expression and asked, “Why?”
“The will of God,” she told him gently.
To which he chokingly replied. “…What is His will for me? May I learn soon! Pray that I may, sister!”

On February 12, 1911, Concepcion joined Maria in the cloister, and Humberto, their younger brother received his first Holy Communion. At the breakfast that followed, Miguel remarked: “And why should I not also enter religion? If what I feel is a divine vocation, I consider the matter accomplished.” This was the first time in his life that Miguel Agustin Pro had ever made reference to the possibility of his own sacred calling.

Beginning to Live with God
Years after he entered the religious state, Father Pro recalled the following simple incident as a major turning point in his response to God’s invitation. He said that he had been a wayward boy, but was converted in the following manner: One day he entered a church while a sermon was being delivered on the Passion of Our Lord. The preacher struck a sensitive chord in the soul of the searching teenager who had just then wandered in, when he repeated this most obvious and yet most forgotten conclusion concerning the agony of the Crucified:

“All this, Jesus Christ did and suffered for us, ” he said, pointing to the crucifix, “and we, what are we doing for Him?”
“Yes,” thought the young Miguel, “what have I done for Him?” The challenge was like a nail deeply fastened in. He never forgot it, but kept pondering these words in his heart.

It was exactly one year after his elder sister had gone into the convent that Miguel approached his father with the news that he had decided to seek admittance into the Society of Jesus. Senor Pro now realized, as he gazed upon his beloved son, why God had spared him as a baby and miraculously restored his health. God gave him back his son so that he could one day give him back to God. but at the time don Miguel had no idea how great a sacrifice God would require of him. How could he know that not many years hence his mischief-making son, now standing in full maturity before his eyes, would be brought back to him, a bullet-ridden corpse. Quietly giving thanks to God, his father and mother gave him their permission and their blessing.

On August 10, 1911, Miguel Agustin Pro entered the Jesuit novitiate in El Lano, Michoacan. On the day of the Assumption, the fifteenth of August, he was clothed in the Jesuit habit. After the ceremony and Mass, the generous father, who alone had accompanied his first-born son, embraced him once more, and took his solitary departure from El Lano. As he passed through the gate of the Novitiate, he thought to himself: “This is no longer my son; now his Father is God.”

“When I entered the Society,” Miguel was often heard to say, “I made the sacrifice of my reputation to God.” The Divine Master provided his ardent disciple with plenty of opportunity to prove his word. For quite often the innocent jester would receive severe rebukes from his Novice Master for the most insignificant of faults, and just as often, the humbled levite would show up at the Superior’s room, asking pardon for his offences. But, with all his seriousness in ridding himself of the “old man” (that is, his vices), he never ceased to be a born comedian and mimic, a narrator of jokes, a singer of ridiculous songs.

Father Pulido, a fellow seminarian, said this of him, “Everyone…took note that here were two Pros in one piece; the one who played and the one who prayed; the one who joked, smiled, and sang, and the one of sensitive abnegation and long-suffering silence.”

My Treasure
After he had taken his vows in the Society, he recorded the following meditations in his spiritual notebook. The booklet was entitled My Treasure . The words speak for themselves:
“Deceitful are the ephemeral pleasures and joys of this world. Our supreme comfort in this life is to die to the world that we may live with Jesus crucified.
Let others seek gold and other earthly treasures. I already possess the immortal treasure of holy poverty on the Cross of Jesus crucified.
The angelic virtue, growing like a pure, fragrant lily in the hidden beauteous garden of the cloister, adorns the forehead with heavenly tints, for it has roots in the Cross of Jesus crucified.
A third crown completes my oblation; it is the seal of glory whereby the obedient, spotless Lamb gained victory. Obedience is the secure science of living with Jesus crucified.
With this triple treasure, I can hope to pass beyond the fleeting confines of mortal man, by living poor on this earth and rich for heaven, united with Jesus crucified.”
A Troubled Mexico
During the latter part of young Pro’s novitiate, rumblings of political disturbances had reached the peaceful home in El Lano. Huerta’s coup d’etat, and the suspicious murder of his predecessor, infuriated the Masonically motivated liberals. The anit-Huertas – as they were called – were radicals of the most debased character. Thoroughly imbued with the doctrines of the French Revolution, and consequently bitterly anti-clerical, they took the occasion of the renowned militarist’s power grab to plunge the nation into a state of anarchy by unleashing lawless brigands to terrorize the people. The man behind the scenes, rallying Huerta’s enemies, was General Carranza, governor of Coahuila.

This is the period in Mexican history when, at Carranza’s invitation, such unsavory popular heroes as Zapata and Pancho Villa made a name for themselves. Villa, a cattle rustler from Chihuahua, gathered a ruthless army of Indian cowboys, and achieved smashing victories against Huerta’s forces in the central regions. This despicable man, so often glamorized in movies and on the walls of Mexican-American restaurants as some kind of Robin Hood, terrorized half the country with his murderous robbers. Due to the deep contempt for religion that he harbored, the cowardly leader invaded the Jesuit monastery of San Juan Nepomuceno in Saltillo. First, he demanded that the Fathers give him the impossible sum of one million pesos . Then when they protested that they were unable to comply, the half-mad banditto ordered the helpless priests to be tortured by mutilation.

In his book, Men of Mexico, James A. Magner summed up the terrorist activities of these Communist revolutionaries thus: “…the unspeakable depredations and crimes of these Bolsheviks hardly harmonized with the loftier slogans of the revolution…At first Carranza’s troops were fairly moderate, but the eventual character of the movement began to reveal itself. At Durango, churches were profaned…At Guadalajara, horses were stabled in the seminary; libraries and churches were sacked, priests and religious were subjected to every indignity, and atrocious sacrileges were committed.”

It was not until May 1914, the year that the Church lost a saint in the Papacy (Pius X), and Europe was plunged into the conflagration of World War I, that the distant thunder of revolution was heard in peaceful El Lano. The Society’s Father Luis Benitez arrived at the Novitiate after a hazardous escape form the horrors of Durango. It was evident to all that the clergy were marked for extinction.

The war began in El Lano at one o’clock in the morning of August 5. None of the seminarians had as yet left the Novitiate. Twenty-two mounted Carrancistas bristling with firearms suddenly appeared at the hacienda gate. Entering the area they charged the buildings in a whirlwind gallop, shooting off their pistols in every direction, and apparently trying to frighten the padres with their threatening display. Fortunately the raiders did not attack the sacred precincts.

The Fathers, thinking of the future of the Mexican church, agreed that it would be too dangerous to keep the seminarians in the country under such conditions. Any day they might all be killed. The sad but not unanticipated news was made known to the young men. They must go into exile!

It had been on the feast of the Assumption that Miguel Agustin first entered the Society, and he was scheduled to be professed on the same feastday. But that glorious day was to bring with it great sorrow – for it was the day chosen for the beginning of their long journey into exile. All the young Jesuit levites, feeling awkward in secular attire, approached the Master of Novices. He blessed the brave soldiers who stood gallantly before him and bade them farewell.

Reunited with his Mother
After a brief stay in Zamora, Miguel and his three traveling companions went by train to Guadalajara. This station would mark the first stage in a series of moves that would take them half way around the world! It was here also, two hundred and fifty miles north of Mexico City, that the young seminarian found his mother, his sister Ana Maria, and his three younger brothers. They were living in a hut, having fled from the ravaging enemy. The single relic preserved from their home was a beautiful painting of the Sacred Heart which Josefa had managed to carry away from Saltillo. His father’s whereabouts was at that time unknown, since he was identified with the Huerta regime as agent of the Department of Mines. Being a marked man, Senor Pro was forced to flee. Little did mother and son realize that those few days of happiness they shared with each other in the family’s Guadalajaran refuge would be the last they would spend together on this earth. Miguel and his companions soon received orders to set out for the United States.

Further Studies
The four seminarians arrived in Los Gatos, California, on October 9, and they were welcomed with open arms. Immediately they resumed their studies, but now, “besides the ordinary problems, there was the special difficulty of their complete lack of books (in Spanish ).” One professor had to teach his classes in the library by an ad lib method of questions and answers, far from satisfactory either for the teacher or the students. Problems like this, plus the disheartening reports from home, combined to accentuate whatever it was that for many years had afflicted Miguel’s stomach, keeping him in almost constant pain.

In spite of his sufferings, Miguel still maintained his easy and jovial exterior. His relations with the California Jesuits were extremely cordial, and he had no problem in cultivating lasting friendships with them. None of them could ever forget the enlivening tales and vivid descriptions of Mexico that sprang from his gay heart in “a charmingly confused mixture of English, Latin, and Spanish words.”

Having passed a full scholastic year in California, the Mexican seminarians were shipped to Spain in June of 1915. They arrived in Granada near the end of July. Here in ancient Espana, the land of the mystics, Brother Pro would apply himself to five long years of intense study. Two years were devoted to rhetoric, which is the art of speaking well, and three to the other prescribed courses in philosophy.

Wherever he went, whether to America, to Spain, or to future destinations in Nicaragua and Belgium, Brother Pro was like a ray of sunshine to everyone he met. Three traits seemed to exhibit themselves in a very special way in the Mexican scholastic: his fraternal charity, his zeal for souls, and his buoyancy of spirit. When one was with Miguel Pro, sorrows were joys, temptations were laughed away, and it was easy to love God and neighbor. But his virtues were not acquired without incessant prayer. It was his closeness to God that made him so magnetic to men. He never failed to spend an extra hour every day, above the usual time set aside for community prayer, before the Blessed Sacrament. When a friend got overly curious once and asked Pro why he did this so faithfully, the jovial seminarian became quite serious and said, “If I don’t pray well, I shall lose my vocation.” That was that!

The Priesthood
After two years of teaching in Nicaragua, and then back to Spain for two more years of study, this most worthy soldier of Saint Ignatius arrived in Enghien, Belgium, for his last year of theology. In just one year he would be ordained a priest. This was the final lap, for many the most difficult time of their preparation for the priesthood. If the devil ever “goeth about like a roaring lion” then surely, in this crucial interval, he goes about laying his most pernicious snares in the way of all aspiring candidates. Armed with the weapons of scrupulosity and dryness, the Prince of Darkness begins to wage his attack. And Miguel Pro suffered hard under the demon’s intensified assault. He imagined that his superiors were not going to advance him to the priesthood. He was convinced of his own unworthiness and was sure they were, too. The thought that he might not be allowed to say Mass tormented the scholastic day and night.

Very disheartened, he wrote to his old spiritual director, Fr. Portas, “Do you think my superiors will grant me the grace of priestly ordination?” Before his advisor could scribble an answer, the clouds of despondency had lifted. His superiors did grant him the grace of ordination. To the tormented seminarian the news was a triumphal victory. He quickly wrote another letter to Fr. Portas. This one was his Te Deum. “I must send this letter,” Miguel wrote in his characteristic simplicity, “to give you a little piece of news: they have conceded me the Mass: I shall say my first on August 31!”

So, on that happy day, in the year 1925, our Mexican hero was ordained a priest forever. After the ceremony, for a moment, when he saw the other newly ordained priests blessing their parents, his sensitive heart broke down. His parents were suffering persecution half way around the world; his mother was very sick, and his father was getting old. He wondered if God would ever grant them their hearts’ desire of seeing him say Mass. He quickly recovered and lovingly offered his sacrifice to God. “At last we are priests” he quickly remarked, “and that is everything.”

When this unspeakable privilege of offering the Holy Sacrifice had been his for a year, he wrote to encourage a certain scholastic, who was about to be raised to the priesthood, “I have not found in all my religious life a more rapid or efficacious means of living very closely united with Jesus than the Holy Mass.”

Father Pro Meets Socialists
An amusing incident, very descriptive of Father Pro’s character, is told about his encounter with a group of Socialists while traveling on a train in Belgium. The radical group had occupied a special compartment in the train, but this did not deter the young priest form entering their car – much to their surprise! Thoroughly uninhibited, Fr. Miguel sat down and began asking innocuous questions of the fellow seated next to him.

These inquiries were net with a cool and quite irrelevant announcement: ‘But, Monsieur l’Abbe, we are all Socialists.”
“But I shall gladly travel with you,” replied Father Pro, “for I also am a Socialist.” The workers were amazed. “Yes, gentlemen,” continued the Mexican padre in the best French he could muster, “I am a Socialist, but not like you, who do not know what the word means. Which of you can tell me what exactly is a Socialist?”
They gave him various answers. One of them boldly asserted that a Socialist was one who wished to take money from the rich.
“Then are you robbers?” asked the priest, smiling. “If so, tell me, so that I may get off the train.”
They laughed at that. One of them asked if their visitor were not afraid of them.
“Afraid of you!” exclaimed their unusual guest. “Don’t you know that I carry a better weapon than a revolver?”
“Show it to us, you priest-Socialist,” they said.

Taking out a crucifix, the good priest showed it to his companions and explained: “Know, my friends, that all of you together can do nothing to me unless this Lord wishes or allows it. With Him on my side I fear nothing, and I’m sure that I cause you more fear than you do me.”
The workmen became serious. One of them uncovered his head. Then someone asked: “And what do you think of the Communists?”
“I think that they, like the Socialists, are deluded.”
“But we are also Communists!”
“So much the better for me, for it is now one o’clock, and I have nothing to eat. Since I also am a Communist, I am going to have a banquet with the meal you are carrying.”

The Communists laughed. By this time they had arrived at their destination, and wished the young foreign priest a hearty good-bye, but before the train started again, one of them returned with a bag of chocolates for the visitor who had so delightfully edified them. While we cannot know how deeply his words may have penetrated the hearts of these radicals, several of them removed their hats as the unpretentious apostle continued to hold the crucifix before their eyes.

Three Painful Operations
The stomach ailment that had so troubled Father Pro these many years by now had become very serious. His inability to eat sufficient food soon took its toll on the newly ordained priest’s physical appearance. He looked undernourished and his face was terribly drawn. Only three months after his ordination Padre Miguel was confined to a sanitarium. A humiliating routine of examinations, doctors’ consultations, dieting, and medication upon medication went on for six long months. At last the physicians came up with the only alternative left – surgical intervention. If they didn’t operate, the young priest would die. Neither was there any guarantee that surgery would cure him. The first operation was unsuccessful.

While he was recuperating from surgery in the Saint Remi hospital in Brussels, he received word that his dear mother had passed away. This was the saddest news of his life. Upon hearing it, he was so stunned that he didn’t shed a tear; he merely listened. After a pause he said, “She is already in heaven; from there she sees me, blesses me, and cares for me; from there she will better watch over me…” Later, at night, when he was all alone, the tears fell in torrents.

Another operation had to be scheduled as soon as possible. This time the doctors informed him that they could not risk an anesthetic. Father Pro showed no signs of consternation; he only requested that, if such had to be the case, he be allowed to read his book on Canon Law while they performed whatever they deemed necessary. So into the operating room went this unusual patient with his book on Canon Law! As the surgeons cut and stitched his body he studied his lessons, showing no indication of the excruciating pain that he must have been enduring. That was Miguel Pro!

After all this, one would think that the problem would have been solved; but no, a third and final operation was deemed necessary, due to the poor results of the second. This last one, however, was more of a success and did somewhat alleviate the pain.

Homeward Bound via Lourdes
After a period of recuperation in a hospice on the French Riviera, Miguel Agustin Pro received word that he was to return to his homeland. His superiors felt that what medicines and surgery had not been able to accomplish, perhaps the familiar sight of his native soil and his loved ones would. And if not, then at least the heroic young priest would have the consolation of dying at home with his family by his side. But before he departed for Mexico he was to visit the famous shrine of Our Lady of Lourdes at the expense of a priest friend, who hoped that there he might be cured in the miraculous water. Of his visit to the grotto he said: “What one experiences here cannot be written. This has been one of the happiest days of my life. At nine o’clock I said Mass…I spent an hour in the grotto…I wept like a little child.”

The Hunted Priest
Father Miguel Agustin Pro was about to enter upon the final phase of his short but heroic life. At this point in the story one would think that, alas, the poor young padre is now about to come home to his family and to die the slow painful death that had been allotted to him, due to his incurable illness. Even if such were the case, his biography would still be a source of inspiration to all who want to be saints. But at this point we are only beginning his story. Though his time in the world is growing short, he will accomplish in the fifteen months left to him the work of a lifetime. And as he, surprisingly enough, applied himself to an awesome apostolate, the stomach ailment that for the past eight years had been slowly consuming him seemed to completely disappear.

On July 7, 1926, the homecoming Jesuit invalid set foot on his native soil for the first time in twelve years. His very entry into the country, at a time when priests and brothers belonging to religious orders were being deported or imprisoned, was a clear case of God’s Providence. At the customhouse no one even questioned who he was; no one asked to see his passport, nor did anyone even check his baggage. In no time at all he was safely on his way to Mexico City.

It had been a long time since our Mexican apostle began his lengthy exile from Guadalajara station. That was the last time he had seen his dear mother Josefa. As he sped across the country by train to the capital where his family was now residing, it must have been very difficult for him to hold back the tears. His homecoming would not be the same without Mamacita to welcome him. With emotions opposite but not contradictory, all the family that remained mingled their tears of joy and sorrow, as they embraced their long lost Miguel. His aged father had difficulty in explaining to him that Humberto, Miguel’s younger brother, was not there to greet him because he was in jail. He had been arrested for his religious zeal in playing an active role in two Catholic lay organizations that openly criticized the government’s atrocious policies. However, Father Pro was happy to learn that he would soon be released.

The reins of power in Mexico had passed in 1924 from the anti-clerical Obregon to his crony, the anti-clerical Calles. At the time of Padre Pro’s arrival, the relations between Church and state were very bad. But in just three weeks, with a new order issued by Calles that suppressed all public worship, it became impossible.

A typical non-sectarian encyclopedia, in its biographical sketch of Plutarco Calles, states merely that he ran into conflict with the Roman Catholic authorities over the state’s right to own and make use of Church property not being used by the Church. Needless to say, no state has such a right. But that is hardly a fair analysis of a crisis that saw one hundred and sixty priests shot to death. Not only did Calles want the government to own unused Church land but all Church land, including the churches on such land. As of July 31, 1926, with this new decree, the clergy were told to give up or get out. The state would allow the parish priests to continue to use the churches to administer the sacraments, but the Church would no longer own them. Henceforward even sermons would have to conform to government requirements. Furthermore, no Catholic service of any kid, such as processions, parades and the like, could be held outside the churches. In fact, the religious were forbidden even to wear their habits or any type of clerical attire outside the church grounds. (This law is still in effect today.)

But that’s not all. Every religious order was dissolved. All the Catholic schools were secularized, which means in effect that they were made atheistic; in them no mention of God was tolerated. Crucifixes were ripped off the walls and statues were smashed. Next, to stop any “Catholic propaganda,” all the religious printing houses were seized. Father Pro could hardly have chosen a better time to come home.

The Russian ambassador, Stanislas Pesthovsky, assured Calles that his anti-clerical policies were perfectly in accord with Communist procedures, and wished him every success. Also, in keeping with Communist methods of surveillance, the pro-Red dictator employed ten thousand government agents, nearly all of whom were foreigners, to canvass the country, making sure the new laws were obeyed. Where such an impoverished nation got the money to pay this hoodlum gestapo remains a mystery.

Most incriminating for our own country is the fact that Washington had been selling arms “on credit” to General Obregon, without which neither he nor Calles would have been able to sustain their bloody campaigns. Equally strange is the fact that the United States press never gave a word of news to the American people about what was really taking place in the neighboring Republic. Will Rogers, the famed humorist, toured Mexico during the height of Calles’ reign of terror as the honored guest of the government. He, too, joined the conspiracy of silence , and upon his return to the United Sates said nothing.

Upon hearing that their churches were going to be confiscated, the bishops of Mexico, after consulting with Pope Pius XI, decided to abandon all the churches in protest and leave them to the care of the people, rather than to allow the clergy to become the puppets of the state. It was a wise measure. The empty churches, they reasoned, would serve the more to inflame the people with resentment toward the government. Thus, the government of the “proletariat” would collapse without the support of the “proletariat.” Sad to say, it didn’t always work out that way.

However, the people did try measures of their own to force the state to renege. Different kinds of boycotts were organized. The oppressed citizens stopped frequenting the theaters and the cinemas. People withdrew their money from the banks, most of which were in support of the regime. Even in the marketplace, the boycott was deeply felt by those businesses that supported the government. Though the strategy was extremely effective in weakening the economy of the despotic industrialists, still the anti-clericalism continued. It seemed that the more the people resisted, the more insanely adamant the cruel Calles became.

The bishops did not order the priests to abandon the churches immediately. Between the announcement of the measure and the actual emptying of the tabernacles there would be an interval of three weeks. The interim would give the faithful time to brace themselves for the trials ahead and to get to confession.

It was almost immediately after Father Pro’s return that these measures were taken; so with hardly any rest, the convalescing padre threw himself into a most arduous apostolate. He spent practically the entire day in the confessional at the local Jesuit church, comforting, advising, admonishing, and absolving, from five in the morning until eleven, and then again from three-thirty in the afternoon until eight at night. In addition, he gave instructions and sermons, and received visitors who wished to consult him about marriage problems and other difficulties before the closing date. Of all his duties, the ordeal in the confessional was the most taxing upon his weak constitution. Twice he fainted and had to be carried out. But as soon as he revived he went back to his stuffy box to do what only a priest can do.

Then came the day of sorrow that none of the faithful in Mexico would ever forget. It was July 31, 1926. On that day the Holy Mass would be offered publicly for the last time. Everyone rushed to his parish to receive the Life of his soul in Holy Communion. This was the last time Padre Pro offered Mass in a church. Henceforward the Church in Mexico would be underground. Or as one author put it, “The ancient church of the catacombs was renewed in a modern western republic.” And Mexico would bring forth many martyrs.

While horrible martyrdoms were occurring, padre Pro was busy organizing the “counter-revolution” right in the heart of the capital. First, he established “Eucharistic Stations” throughout the city. These were houses of reliable Catholics to which he would go on such and such a day to distribute Holy Communion, and possibly to say Mass. On his own, he averaged three hundred Communions a day. He also organized a company of three hundred men to travel around the city and its suburbs as religious instructors. Among these was his brother Humberto, now released from prison. Through this instruction, young and old kept their faith alive. These classes also probed an effective substitute for the schools that normally would have provided the religious education of the children.

Laymen also, were constantly passing out religious flyers and leaflets, or sticking them on windows. Though the printing houses were closed and their Catholic owners imprisoned, somehow the religious material continued to appear. Naturally, Father Pro was in the thick of this written apostolate. He was what might be termed a “contemplative activist.” He prayed, but always seemed to be at work. The zealous padre could never be found without a good supply of religious leaflets for distribution. On one occasion, he was arrested on suspicion, and as the police car sped along to headquarters, he was secretly throwing packets of leaflets out the window, while engaging the unsuspecting driver in intimate conversation. Another time, he walked from one end of a streetcar to the other, so that the passengers could read the anti-government sticker that he himself had slapped on the back of his coat. When questioned, he played the part of being the victim of a practical joke.

There were two occasions when Padre Pro was actually imprisoned on suspicion. Of course, he was not recognized as a priest , because he wore workmen’s clothes; otherwise he would have been executed or exiled. He secured his first release by revealing the surgical scars on his stomach and thus arousing the compassion of the jailers. The second release was achieved with more difficulty. It seemed that he and six other men were thrown into jail in connection with the launching of six hundred balloons that rained upon the city thousands of religious leaflets. While the men were being held, the jailer sarcastically informed them that a Miguel Agustin was going to say Mass the next morning. Father Pro gulped, but quickly retorted, “I am Miguel Agustin, but there is as much likelihood of my saying Mass tomorrow as of my sleeping on a mattress tonight.”

The jailer must have been playing around with the name Pro, thinking perhaps that is was the Mexican word for “priest” (presbitero ), which was often abbreviated “Prbo.” The future martyr was not afraid to die, but simply used his cleverness of speech to get himself out of dangerous situations. He never denied that he was a priest, for no one actually asked him. After they had spent a cold night outside on a cement patio floor, praying the Rosary and singing hymns, the prisoners were set free.

Our hero had numerous other “close calls.” There is something about Father Pro’s narrow escapes from the law that makes one think that he was a trained private eye. His calmness in the face of danger could be downright comical. The following incidents are from his “Relations,” written to his Provincial. On one occasion he was supposed to say mass at dawn at a certain home in the city. When he arrived at the residence, he saw two policemen standing outside the front door. The narration goes on:
“This time I am in the soup, ‘I said to myself. To go in was a big risk. But not to was to give way to fear; to abandon to their fate the faithful who were expecting me was, to my mind, shameful. I pulled myself together and went straight up to the gendarmes. With an important air I took down in a notebook the number of the house. Then I opened my coat as if showing them by Secret Police badge and said with an air of conviction:
“‘Something fishy going on here!…’ They gave me a military salute and let me pass, convinced that I was a Secret Police agent and that I had really shown them the badge they wear. I ran upstairs saying to myself: ‘Now there is something fishy going on here!'”
When the terrified people saw their padre, they couldn’t believe it and wanted to hide him away in some closet. Father Pro told them that there would be no danger in having the mass, but he could not convince them. “We could not be safer,” he argued, “the gendarmes are outside guarding us!” However, the feeling of the congregation prevailed and Secret Agent Pro went out as he had come in, not without receiving a handsome salute from the two gendarmes.

Then there was the time he dodged two spies who were waiting for him after a retreat he had given to some government employees.
“I noticed two individuals staring at me; they were waiting for me at the street corner. I understood at once they were spies. I said to myself: ‘This time, by boy, say good-bye to your skin.’ But I remembered the old saw – ‘He gives twice who gives first.’ I went up to them and asked for a match.
“‘You can get them at a shop,’ they answered.
“I went off; they followed me. Was it pure coincidence? I turned in one direction, then in another; they do what I do. ‘My Aunt!’ I said to myself, ‘if I only had my bicycle! Something is certainly going to happen this time!’ I took a taxi; so did they. My driver, happily, was a Catholic. Seeing in what straits I was, he put himself at my disposal.
“‘Listen, my son,’ I said to him. ‘when you come to a street corner, slow down; I will jump out. You go on as if you had not noticed.’
“I put my cap in my pocket, undid my black waistcoat, displaying a white shirt instead, and jumped. A few swift seconds later the two of them passed, so close that they scratched me with their mudguard. They certainly saw me but it did not enter their minds I was the one they were after.”
On another occasion when he perceived that he was being tagged by two agents, he turned a corner and spotted a young Catholic lady whom he knew from church. With a wink of the eye he alerted her to his predicament, took her arm, and the two “lovers” sauntered off arm in arm right past the police, who never suspected the “flirting” caballero was the priest they were after.

All the while that Padre Pro was so zealously tending to the spiritual needs of his flock he also managed, as his good mother had done before him, to look after the poor. Though he rarely had a cent in his pocket, many times without his even asking, wealthier people would give him a sum of money so that he might help a needy family…and of those the fugitive apostle had quite a list. By October, a month before he was executed, he was paying the rent for ninety-six poverty-stricken families, and feeding a good number besides.

After six months of ceaseless apostolic activity, the police got wind of the priest who was turning the capital upside down with the good fruit of his priestly labor. An official warrant went out for the arrest of Padre Pro – public enemy numero uno! This priest, Calles reasoned, simply could not be allowed freedom, or he would soon win over the entire city. For the sake of brevity, we are going to have to pass over many of the facts relating to the good padre’s numerous apostolates. But by the time this warrant was issued he had organized over three hundred active “resisters,” and was conducting retreats for teachers, chauffeurs, and even government employees. You can see why he had to be gotten rid of.

I Was in Prison and you Visited Me
One of the favorite works of “public enemy number one” was to visit those who were imprisoned for the Faith. With his peasant’s garb and his rough “un-priestly” manner – a manner he picked up while working in the mines and could turn on or off at will – he easily got passes to bring some tidbits to alleviate the hunger, and at the same time relieve the loneliness of the imprisoned. Concerning these visits he once wrote: “If the jailers knew what sort of bird I am, I would already have been captured three months ago.” The holy audacity of our hero is all the more amazing when one considers that this “simple workman,” who is calmly walking in and out of jail cells, pretending to be a close friend of the inmates, has a warrant out for his own arrest. Nor did Father Pro have the slightest fear when it came to the risk involved in secretly hearing the prisoners’ confessions, which was the principal reason for his visitations.

Last Days
We’re now entering upon the final month of Father Miguel Pro’s life. It is November, 1927.

Often Our Lord gives His saints a premonition that the curtain is soon to close on their earthly pilgrimage. Back in September, when he was beginning his Mass for a community of nuns, he asked the angelic flock to pray that God would accept his life as a victim for priests and for the welfare of the Mexican Church. One of the nuns present noted that during the Mass he was totally transported and bathed in tears the whole time they were chanting. At the end of the Holy Sacrifice, he mentioned to someone in the community, “I know not whether it is mere imagination or has actually occurred; but I feel clearly that Our Lord has evidently accepted my offering.” One could almost see his mother smiling down upon him from Heaven and repeating those words she had answered him when he was a little boy, “May God hear you, child. But that is too great a happiness for me.”

The autumn of 1927 found General Alvaro Obregon campaigning for re-election. As was mentioned before, he served in the office of President previous to Calles. Now that the latter’s term was drawing to a close, he threw his support back upon his pal and predecessor. It seems that the two tyrants had agreed to a leapfrog policy of mutual support to maintain each other in power. Then, as a parting gesture, the monster Calles intensified his persecution of the Church to its bloodiest heights. One week in October, the horrified Mexicans saw three hundred of the faithful slaughtered for publicly professing their Catholic religion.

I say that Calles was a monster. Once he had openly boasted, “I have a personal hatred for Christ!” He uttered even worse blasphemies, that should not be printed. And yet, some people will laugh when you try to tell them that there is a real conspiracy against the Catholic Church.

On November 13th, as Obregon and some friends were driving out to attend the bull fights, a car with four men suddenly pulled up alongside the General’s Cadillac. One of the men tossed a homemade bomb atop the official’s vehicle. Shots were also fired. The explosion shattered the windows of the Cadillac, but left no one seriously hurt. Three of the four assailants were captured. One of the three had been mortally wounded by the return fire. However, during the investigation, it was discovered that the assailants’ car had, only three weeks before the attack, been the property of someone named Humberto Pro.

When they heard the story, Miguel and his two brothers went immediately into hiding. Since the names of Padre Pro and Humberto were already on the proscription list, this latest development, of which they were entirely innocent, would make it impossible for them to appear in public. Upon advice, they hid in the house of a Maria Valdes. Senora Valdes was honored to take care of the brothers. She and her servants both attested to a very unusual phenomenon they had witnessed when attending the future martyr’s Mass in her home. In the words of Dona Valdes: “At the moment of the Elevation, I saw Padre Miguel seemingly transformed into a white silhouette and plainly raised above the level of the floor. I became aware of great happiness…”

After intense questioning and threats the police discovered the whereabouts of the fugitives. At 4 A.M. they invaded the house and found the three brothers sleeping soundly. These were awakened by the shout of “Don’t move, you’re under arrest!” Thinking he was going to be shot on the spot, Humberto said, “I want to go to confession.” The policeman refused permission, but proved powerless to enforce his decision when Padre Miguel calmly took his brother into a private room to absolve him. Robert likewise confessed. They were then escorted triumphantly – like a prize catch – to the station and promptly jailed.

Some reporters were allowed to question Father Pro in the presence of a police officer:
“Are you a priest?”, they asked him.

“Yes, sir, a Jesuit priest…I desire to make no declaration. All I shall say is that I am grateful for the attention shown me by those who arrested me. I am absolutely innocent of this affair, because I believe in right order. I am perfectly tranquil, and I hope that justice will shine forth. I deny unequivocally having taken part in the plot.”

Humberto Pro likewise protested his own innocence. Everyone knew that the Pros were incapable of such an assault. Even Obregon himself positively admitted they were not guilty. Furthermore, three of the assailants were already in custody. That left only one at large. Of the guilty men, a handsome twenty-four year old businessman, Luis Segura Vilchis, who had peacefully turned himself over to the police upon hearing that the Pros were under suspicion, assured the authorities that the good padre and his brothers had nothing to do with the affair.

But the authorities, or I should say Calles, cared nothing for proper evidence. He had his man, Miguel Pro, and there was no way that he was going to let him go. Even a restraining order issued by a judge, and sent to the police on the morning of the martyrs’ execution, was conveniently ignored. The fate of this Jesuit was sealed… He must die. “I do not want forms, but the deed!” shouted the half-mad dictator when the Inspector General of the Police, Robert Cruz, advised him to give the Pro brothers some semblance of a trial for the sake of a legal pretext.

So, with no chance for a hearing, four men were sentenced to die before the firing squad for attempting to assassinate the incoming President. Two of the men were guilty and admitted it. And the other two were innocent. But unjust sentences must be carried out in a hurry, while the public conscience is in a state of stunned paralysis.

The Martyr’s Crown
On the morning of November 23, a guard appeared at the cell door and called for Father Pro. Uncertain of what was awaiting him, the brave son of Saint Ignatius got up from the game that he was enjoying with the other inmates, squeezed his brother Roberto’s hand, and then turning to the other prisoners exclaimed, “Good-bye, brothers, till we meet in Heaven!”

The policeman who escorted him out was filled with remorse over the whole affair, and asked his charge to forgive him for his part in this injustice. Father Pro, by now easily guessing his fate, threw his arms around the officer and said, “Not only do I pardon you, but I am grateful to you, and I shall pray for you.”

The thirty-six-year-old Jesuit was led onto the firing range. He was still squinting, having come from a dark cell into the morning sunlight. But he could see from the outlines before him where he was.

The major asked him, in a matter-of-fact way, whether he wished to express any last will. The humble padre answered firmly, “Permit me to pray.” The holy priest then knelt down, totally oblivious to the fact that he was on film and was having his picture snapped repeatedly. He very slowly blessed himself for the last time, kissed the crucifix that he held tightly in his right hand, and with his left hand clenching his Rosary, crossed his arms over his chest. While in this posture he moved his lips in inaudible prayer.

“Such fanaticism!” the officers thought. “Why don’t these stupid priests just give in and let the state run their little churches? Then they wouldn’t have to die like this. But no, they have to break the law!”
Yes, faithless executioners, they have to break your law in order to honor a higher Law, by which you yourselves will be judged… the Law of Almighty God!

Then refusing a blindfold, the prisoner stood erect, and said calmly, “Lord, Thou knowest that I am innocent.” As a last priestly gesture, he raised his consecrated hand, and with it made the Sign of the Cross over the spectators. Then, addressing himself to those who were about to kill him, he said, “May God have mercy on you. May God bless you.”

Thereupon he walked briskly to the wall, faced the rifles, held out his arms so as to perfectly resemble the Crucified, and exclaimed, “With all my heart I forgive my enemies!” Then just before the order to fire rang out, he quietly, though not provokingly, spoke the immortal ejaculation of the Mexican martyrs, Viva Cristo Rey! The guns sounded, and the cruciform figure of the nation’s greatest contemporary hero, fell dead, riddled with bullets. To make sure that the victim was no longer living, some modern-day centurion fired a shot at close range into the martyr’s head…just to make sure.

Humberto Pro was also executed, along with Luis Segura, and his accomplice Antonio Tirado. Roberto Pro was released but was sent into exile with his father and his sister.

Ana Maria Pro was the only one of her family present at her brothers’ execution. Though she had tried repeatedly to get into the jail to see them, she was roughly pushed outside. When she heard the shots, all she could do was stand beyond the fence and weep, like Our Lady beneath the Cross.

An Apostle and an Angel
Hundred of spectators knelt down in the road as the martyrs’ remains passed by in the ambulance on the way to the hospital. When the bodies were laid out for view Ana Maria was the first to venerate them. Crowds of mourners immediately gathered outside the hospital. Suddenly, an aged man, the father of the martyred brothers, was seen ascending the hospital steps and heard murmuring to himself, “Donde, donde estan mis hijos? Quiero verlos. ” (“Where, where are my sons? I want to see them.”)

Leaning over the cold remains of his priest son, the stricken father tenderly pressed his lips to the silent face, and dipped his handkerchief in the blood that still flowed from his head wound. Next, he came to the gallant Humberto, and, bending over him, likewise kissed him. Ana Maria could control her grief no longer and, flinging herself into her father’s arms, wept pathetically. Disengaging her, he gazed affectionately upon his tender little child, for so she appeared to him now, and said with gentle affirmation, “Nada de llorar, hija mia. ” (“There is nothing to weep over, my child.”)

That night the bodies were taken to the Pro home, where lines of mourners waited, even in the street, to pay their respects. Don Miguel, alone, knelt for hours between the caskets, with his arms outstretched, and one hand resting on each corpse. There was no bitterness in his heart, as one might have expected. Rather he had an air of peaceful resignation about him. “Michael was an apostle,” he softly remarked, “and Humberto was an angel.”

On the following day, thirty thousand people swelled the funeral procession.  As they silently drove along, flowers were strewn before the martyrs’ path and dropped down from hundreds of balconies. Then the chanting started. Before long, thousands were picking it up. And the thundering roar that shook the capital city on the day that the beloved Padre Pro was buried, was soon echoing all over Mexico:

“Long live the martyrs! Long live the Mexican clergy! Long live the Catholic religion! Long live our bishops and priests! Long live the Pope! Lord, if You want martyrs, here is our blood!”