The Eucharistic Miracle of Braine,France

THE MIRACLE OF BRAINE, FRANCE 1153

At the time of the Eucharistic miracle of Braine, a great many non-Catholics lived in that city, which is located in the archdiocese of Soissons.

Agnes of Braine, a countess who lived in a castle of the city, tried to convert many of these non-Catholics and singled out a beautiful Jewish girl on whom to concentrate her efforts. The girl steadfastly refused to believe in the Holy Eucharist and remained skeptical despite the zeal of the countess. Apparently determined to win the girl to the Faith, the countess went so far as to use force to remove her to the castle, where she was eventually engaged as a chambermaid and a lady-in-waiting.

In 1153 the Archbishop of Soissons, Anculphe de Pierrefonds, arranged for a solemn High Mass and a procession around the city of Braine in observance of the feast of the Holy Spirit. Attending the ceremonies were all the people of Braine, including the non-Catholics, who attended out of respect for the Archbishop and out of curiosity about the elaborate activities that were planned. During the Holy Sacrifice of the Mass celebrated by the Archbishop, at the time of the Elevation, the people saw, instead of the Host, a small child. Descriptions are not available, nor is it known how long the vision lasted, but it was apparently so magnificent and impressive that the non-Catholics, now filled with the Holy Spirit, demandèrent le baptême—demanded Baptism. It is speculated that among those who asked for Baptism was the young Jewish girl whom the countess had attempted to convert.

Following the miracle Countess Agnes of Braine founded a monastery, where the miraculous Host was kept for centuries. It is known that 80 years after the miracle, in 1233, Cardinal Jacque de Vitry visited and worshiped the miraculous Host. In 1718, more than 550 years after the miracle, Dom Martene saw the Host, which was still entire and which was described as being the size of a large coin. However, 15 years after this visit an historian of Valois by the name of Carlier discovered that the Host, in the normal fashion, had been reduced to a little dust. The Host had been kept in a tabernacle, together with the chalice that had been used during the Mass of the miracle. The ivory box in which the Host had been kept was regarded as a treasure.

When the monks abandoned the abbey during the French Revolution (which began in 1789), they entrusted the ivory box to the safekeeping of Lambert, the Chief of Police. It was returned to the church of Braine in 1839, where it was kept in the sacristy for a long time. Not only had the Host and chalice been faithfully kept, but also the vestments used during the Mass of the miracle. The chasuble, the outer large vestment the priest wears at Mass, was of fine silk richly embroidered with liturgical symbols, including the face of an angel on the front panel, and an Agnus Dei on the back. Around the neck of the vestment was a band of gold, which was embellished with fine pearls and a few precious stones. Because of the beauty and value of the vestment and the fact that it had been worn during the historic Mass, it was held in high regard by the people. As a result of a difference of opinion between the monks and Heduin, a member of the National Guard, an inventory of the abbey was made between April 21–24, 1790, just one year after the start of the French Revolution. It was discovered that the precious chasuble of the miracle was not in its place. Heduin took advantage of the situation to complain to the city authorities, who initiated an investigation. It was learned that during the preceding year the prior of the monastery had actually sold the chasuble to a merchant of Lyon to satisfy the needs of the abbey and the church. The merchant refused to negotiate a return of the vestment, but did offer to donate the pearls that had been removed from it. One report has it that all the articles used in the Mass of the miracle were preserved in the church, including the tools employed in the making of the hosts. This seems to be confirmed by the inventory made during the French Revolution, which specifically lists all the articles that were utilized during the Mass of the miracle. This inventory list is still preserved in the archives of the Departement de l’Aisne at Laon; however, the articles themselves have since been dispersed or destroyed. The present cure of Braine confirms that the Eucharistic miracle did occur and that processions were held in its honor for many years, but the annual observances are no longer held.

Special Delivery

For God will deign

To visit oft the dwellings of just men

Delighted and with frequent intercourse

Thither will send his winged messengers

On errands of supernatural Grace

~Milton,Paradise Lost

One Sunday morning Kenneth and his wife Suzie found themselves without a penny.Suzie decided to pray and pray very specifically.”God,I need five pounds of potatoes,two pounds of pastry flour,apples,pears,a cauliflower,carrots,veal cutlets for Saturday and beef for Sunday.”,she said.

A few hours later,someone knocked on the door.Suzie opened it to a man carrying a basket of groceries.The man,between thirty and forty years old,was over 6 feet tall and strong looking,with blue eyes,white blond hair,and a long blue apron over his work clothes.He seemed radiant,glowing.”Mrs.Ware”,he said,”I’m bringing you what you asked for.”

“There must be some mistake,”Suzie protested,bewildered.”I have not ordered anything.”She called Kenneth.

Kenneth did not think the man looked like an ordinary delivery man.Perhaps he was the owner Perhaps he was the owner of a firm and had gotten the apartment numbers mixed up.”There are twenty five apartments,here,Sir.Have you come to the wrong one?”he asked.

The man ignored the question.”Mrs.Ware”,he repeated,”I am bringing you what you asked for”.Then he went into the kitchen and emptied the basket.On the table were the exact items Suzie had requested from God that morning—-even the two pounds of pastry flour was the correct brand.The Wares were shocked.”I turned to apologize,to explain I hadn’t a coin to give him,but his look of reproach sealed my lips,”Kenneth reported.

Suzie accompanied the man to the door and thanked him;then the couple stood by the window to watch him leave the building via the only route available.But though Kenneth watched,and Suzie opened the door again to check the hallway,the man never went by.

Kenneth always maintained he would recognize the delivery man anywhere if he saw Him again.He never did.But Kenneth and Suzie were filled with gratitude to the God who would send a personal shopper to fill their needs.

~Excerpt from “Where Angels Walk”

Eucharistic Miracle of Santarem

The first miracleAn unhappy woman lived in Santarem between the years of 1225 and 1247, because she was convinced that her husband was unfaithful. She tried all the possible means to bring back her husband with out any results. Desperate before her situation, she turned to sorcery visiting the soccer of the town. She promised her that her husband would again love her like before, but with the condition that she would pay her with a consecrated Host. This frightened very much the women, she knew this to be a sacrilege, but finally yielded to it. After receiving communion in her parish church of Saint Stephen, she did not consume the host but left the church immediately took the host out of her mouth and placed it in her head scarf.

On her way to the sorceress house, the Holy Host started to bleed. The woman did not realized this was happening until the people passing by informed her, thinking that she was bleeding. The woman’s heart started to panic. She went home and placed the Host covered in the scarf at the bottom of a chest made of wood where she kept personal items in her room. She remained there with fear all day until night time.

When her husband arrived late that evening, they went to sleep, with the possibility that she herself did not rest much. The guilt of her sin tormented her, and also the idea that perhaps the Host continued to bleed.

In the darkness of the room, a great miracle occurred. From the chest brilliant rays of light shined through, allowing the couple to awakened. They saw a spectacular vision of angles adoring the Holy Host bleeding.

The woman contained herself and confessed the great sin to her husband. Both repented and spent the rest of the night kneeling in adoration and reparation before the miraculous Host.

The next morning they informed the parish priest. He went to the house and heard the story from the woman. The priest returned the Host to the Church of St. Stephen in a solemn procession, accompanied by many priest and lay people. The host continued to bleed for three days. Finally it was decided to place the holy host (still bleeding) in a reliquary made of beeswax. The holy host remained their until a second miracle occurred.

Second Miracle

The priest enclosed the holy host in the beeswax reliquary and placed it in the tabernacle. This is were the second miracle occurred. When the priest opened the tabernacle door, the beeswax reliquary disintegrated in small pieces. In its place was a recipient made of glass that contained the blood of the host together with the beeswax. We can contemplate it together with the main reliquary that dates from 1782. Since the XVIII century this reliquary remains in the Eucharistic throne on the mayor altar. Today it is known as the Sanctuary of the Holy Miracle.

The miracles continue

Through the centuries, the Host has bleed repeatedly and several images have been seen in the host, images of our Lord Jesus. Among the many witnesses, is Saint Francis Xavier, the missionary apostle of India who saw the sanctuary of the miracle before departing to the missions. It is known that an archbishop of Lisboa broke the glass reliquary trying to detain the bleed flow.

Blessed Sacrament Processions

Since the occurrence of the miracle until today, every year, on the second Sunday of April, the Eucharistic Miracle is taken in procession from the house where the couple lived and the miracle occurred, the Via delle Stucie to the Church of the Miracle. The house has been a chapel since 1684.

The Eucharistic Miracle of Santarem is considered the most important after the Miracle of Lanciano

Studies and canonical investigations have been made during the years, being the most important the one in 1340 and 1612, which proved without doubt the authenticity and antiquity of the Eucharistic Miracle.

Only once did the Eucharistic Miracle of Santarem leave the city, when Napoleon troops invaded Portugal in 1810. Threatened by the French and fearing the profanation, the Eucharist was taken to Lisboa, the Church of Pacao. The people of Santarem protested has time passed and the Eucharistic Miracle was not returned to them. The Eucharistic Miracle was returned in secret, to prevent resistance from the

capitalians, who where not informed of the Eucharistic Miracle returning to Santarem on Dec. 2, 1811.

The sanctuary was restored by Rev. Antonio Francisco Marques, bishop of Santarem solemnly opening the doors on Dec. 7th, 1996. Today it has a small museum in the main altar. The Eucharistic Miracle of Santarem is exposed for pilgrims who request it, able to be contemplated closely. The Holy Blood has been liquified, 750 years after the miracle occurred. The old, original group (Real Brotherhood of the Sacred Miracle) in charge of safekeeping the Holy Miracle still exists today.

Popes that have granted Plenary Indulgence to the Eucharistic Miracle of Santarem:

Pope Pio IV: (1559-1565) granted Indulgence to pilgrims who visit the Church.

Pope St. Pio V and Pope Pio VI: granted privileges to pilgrims that visit the Church.

Pope Gregory XIV (1590-1591): granted Plenary Indulgence to all the members of the

Real Brotherhood of the Sacred Miracle on the day they entered the brotherhood and the day of their death.

Saints that are in some way united to Santarem and the Eucharistic Miracle

Saint Irene : Santarem in Portuguese means “Saint Irene”, patron of the city. She is a martyr of the year 653. In the Church of St. Irene we can find the Miraculous Crucifix of Monteiraz. Chuch documents relates that the Body of our Lord became alive (like the Miracle of Limpias), Jesus arm came down from the crucifix and embraced a small shepherd girl of the time of the Eucharistic Miracle. The crucifix belonged to a community of the 12 benedictine monks (Abby of 12 apostles) is from the XII century, it is still venerated today.

Saint Stephen: martyr and patron of the Church of the Holy Miracle.

Saint Leonor Alfonso : daughter of the King D. Alfonso, who became a religious of the order Poor Clares and is buried in the Monastery of Santarem.

Saint Francis Xavier: visited most of the sanctuaries of Portugal. He also visited the Church of the Holy Miracle before being sent to missions in India by the King of Portugal. St. Francis Xavier’s image is venerated in the Church of the miracle.

Saint Isabel of Portugal: most of Portugal’s Kings of that time visited the Eucharistic Miracle . The most famous visit was from two visits that Queen Saint Isabel(Isabel of Aragon), in 1295 and 1322.

Her first visit was during her trip to Coimbra coinciding with the feast of St. Irene. The second visit was to request before the Holy Miracle peace between her husband, King Dionisio and her son, the future Alfonso VI, who were in discord.

She requested the Holy Host be taken in procession in the streets. She herself accompanied the procession, deposing of her royal vestments, her crown and jewels. She covered herself with ashes, walked barefoot, with a rope around her neck. This act of penance from the Queen was very pleasing to the Lord, granting her the grace of peace and reconciliation between her husband and son.

Angels on Guard

Angels On Guard

And Elisha prayed,”O Lord open his eyes that he may see”.Then the Lord opened the servant’ eyes,and he looked and saw the hills full of horses and chariots of Fire all around Elisha.

~2 Kings 6:17~

Bill,his wife and their two children were vacationing at Big Bear Lake in California near Apple Valley.His wife was cooking on the open fire,and Bill took several photos of the family gathered around it.Then he read the Bible,asking God to protect them and give them a safe vacation.In a moment,however,their peaceful surroundings were shattered by six men on motorcycles,who seemed to roar out of nowhere.One pulled a gun demanding that the stunned family put their billfolds and purses on the ground.Terrified,they did so,and Bill in his haste,dropped his camera, too.

All of a sudden as quickly as they came,the men seemed to be stricken with fright.Leaving the family’s belongings on the ground,they turned,ran for their motorcycles,and sped off.Why had they gone so suddenly,leaving behind the items they intended to steal?

Confused but relieved,Bill’s family gave thanks to God for sparing them from a terrible ordeal,then went on to enjoy the rest of their vacation.It was not until they arrived home and had their phones developed that they saw what the bikers had apparantly seen that night.

One of the photos clearly shows the form of a white clad angel patiently standing watch over the family as they sat around the fire.

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Myra worked for a Teen Challenge Christian Ministry and since it was located in a rough part of the inner city,she was concerned for the teens who had shown interest in receiving Christian counsel.It was difficult for them to visit the center because on the streets just outside,a group from one of the local gangs reportedly harassed them.For a short while each evening,Myra was alone at the center,and the gang bothered her as well,banging on the door and shouting obscenities.

One night when the gang appeared,Myra suddenly inspired to tell them about Jesus.Knowing the danger,she first prayed for guidance.Yes she felt sure she had heard the Lord correctly.She opened the door and walked outside.

The gang moved around her,and keeping her voice steady,she spoke to them about Jesus.

Instead of listening to her,however the gang shouted threats of drowning her in the nearby river.Trying to appear calm,Myra walked back through the door of the center and shut it.They didn’t follow her.

The next evening the thugs were back,once again banging on the door and threatening her life.Still believing she should try and reach out to them,Myra breathed a prayer to Jesus.”Lord,let your angels come with me and protect me”,she murmured.

Then she opened the door and was about to speak when the gang members suddenly stopped their shouting,turned to one another and left silently and quickly.Myra was surprised.Why had they gone?

The gang did not return for several days.Then one afternoon,to the surprise of everyone,they entered the center in an orderly fashion.Much later,after a relationship of trust had been built with them,Louis Torres the owner of the center asked them what had made them drop their threats against Myra and leave so peacefully that night.

One young man spoke up.”We wouldn’t dare touch her after her boyfriend showed up.That dude had to be seven feet tall”.

“I didn’t know Myra had a boyfriend,” replied Louis thoughtfully.”But at any rate she was alone here that night”.

“No,we saw him”,insisted another gang member.”He was right behind her”.

“He was big as life in his classy white suit”.

~Excerpt from “Where Angels Walk” by Joan Wester Anderson~

Angels In The Frigid Cold 


It was just past midnight on December 24, 1983. The Midwest was shivering through a record-breaking cold spell, complete with gale-force winds and frozen water pipes. And although our suburban Chicago household was filled with the snug sounds of a family at rest, I couldn’t be a part of them, not until our twenty-one-year-old son pulled into the driveway. At the moment, Tim and his two roommates were driving home for Christmas, their first trip back since they had moved east last May. “Don’t worry, Mom,” Tim had reassured me over the phone the night before. “We’re going to leave before dawn tomorrow and drive straight through.We’ll be fine!” Kids. They do insane things. Under normal circumstances, I figured, a Connecticut-to-Illinois trek ought to take about eighteen hours. But the weather had turned so dangerously cold that radio reports warned against venturing outdoors, even for a few moments. And we had heard nothing from the travelers. Distressed, I pictured them on a desolate road. What if they ran into car problems or lost their way? And if they had been delayed, why hadn’t Tim phoned? (This was long before we had cell phones.) Restlessly I paced and prayed in the familiar shorthand all mothers know: God, send someone to help them. As I later learned, the trio had stopped briefly in Fort Wayne, Indiana, to deposit Don at his family home. Common sense suggested that Tim and Jim stay the rest of the night and resume their trek in the morning. But when does common sense prevail with invincible young adults? 

There were only four driving hours left to reach home. And although it was the coldest night in Midwestern history and the highways were snowy and deserted, the two had started out again.They had been traveling for only a few miles on a rural access road to the Indiana tollway when they noticed that the car’s engine seemed sluggish, lurching erratically and dying down to ten or fifteen miles per hour. Tim glanced uneasily at Jim. “Do not”—the radio announcer intoned—“ repeat, do not venture outside tonight, friends. There’s a record windchill of eighty below zero, which means that exposed skin will freeze in less than a minute.” The car surged suddenly, then coughed and slowed again. “Tim,” Jim spoke into the darkness, “we’re not going to stall here, are we?” “We can’t,” Tim answered grimly as he pumped the accelerator. “We’d die for sure.” But instead of picking up speed, the engine sputtered, chugged, and slowed again. About a mile later, at the top of a small incline, the car crawled to a frozen stop. Horrified, Tim and Jim looked at each other in the darkened interior. They could see across the fields in every direction, but, incredibly, theirs was the only vehicle in view. For the first time, they faced the fact that they were in enormous danger. There was no traffic, no refuge ahead, not even a farmhouse light blinking in the distance. It was as if they had landed on an alien, snow-covered planet. And the appalling, unbelievable cold! Never in Tim’s life had he experienced anything so intense. They couldn’t run for help; he knew that now for sure. He and Jim were young and strong, but even if shelter was only a short distance away, they couldn’t survive. The temperature would kill them in a matter of minutes. “Someone will come along soon,” Jim muttered, looking in every direction. “They’re bound to.” “I don’t think so,” Tim said. “You heard the radio. Everyone in the world is inside tonight—except us.” “Then what are we going to do?” “I don’t know.” Tim tried starting the engine again, but the ignition key clicked hopelessly in the silence. Bone-chilling cold had penetrated the car’s interior, and his feet were already growing numb. Well, God, he prayed, echoing my own distant plea. You’re the only one who can help us now. 

It seemed impossible to stay awake much longer. Then, as if they had already slipped into a dream, they saw headlights flashing at the car’s left rear. But that was impossible. For they had seen no twin pinpricks of light in the distance, no hopeful approach. Where had the vehicle come from? Had they already died? But no. For, miraculously, someone was knocking on the driver’s-side window. “Need to be pulled?” In disbelief they heard the muffled shout. But it was true. Their rescuer was driving a tow truck. “Yes! Oh, yes, thanks!” Quickly, the two conferred as the driver, saying nothing more, drove around to the front of the car and attached chains. If there were no garages open at this hour, they would ask him to take them back to Don’s house, where they could spend the rest of the night. Swathed almost completely in a furry parka, hood, and a scarf up to his eyes, the driver nodded at their request but said nothing more. They noted that he was calm as he climbed into his truck, seemingly unconcerned about the life-threatening circumstances in which he had found them. Strange that he’s not curious about us, Tim mused, and isn’t even explaining where he came from or how he managed to approach without our seeing him. And had there been lettering on the side of the truck? Tim hadn’t noticed any. He’s going to give us a big bill, on a night like this. I’ll have to borrow some money from Don or his dad. But Tim was exhausted from the ordeal, and gradually, as he leaned against the seat, his thoughts slipped away. They passed two locked service stations, stopped to alert Don from a pay phone, and were soon being towed back through the familiar Fort Wayne neighborhood. The streets were hushed, Christmas lights long since extinguished and families asleep. Still, Don’s street seemed the most welcoming they’d ever been on. The driver maneuvered carefully around the cul-de-sac and pulled up in front of Don’s house. Numb with cold, Tim and Jim raced to the side door where Don was waiting, then tumbled into the blessedly warm kitchen, safe at last. Don slammed the door against the icy blast. 

“Hey, what happened?” he began, but Tim interrupted. “The tow-truck driver, Don—I have to pay him. I need to borrow—” “Wait a minute.” Don frowned, looking past his friends through the window. “I don’t see any tow truck out there.” Tim and Jim turned around. There, parked alone at the curb, was Tim’s car. There had been no sound in the crystal-clear night of its release from the chains, no door slam, no chug of an engine pulling away. There had been no bill for Tim to pay, no receipt to sign, no farewell or “thank you” or “Merry Christmas.” Stunned, Tim raced back down the driveway to the curb, but there were no taillights disappearing in the distance, no engine noise echoing through the silent streets, nothing at all to mark the tow truck’s presence. Then Tim saw the tire tracks traced in the windblown snowdrifts. There was only one set of marks ringing the cul-de-sac curve. And they belonged to Tim’s car.

~From “Where Angels Walk” by Joan Webster Anderson~

An Eyewitness Account of the Miracle of the Sun 

An Eyewitness Account by Dr. José Maria de Almeida Garrett, professor at the Faculty of Sciences of Coimbra, Portugal

“It must have been 1:30 p.m when there arose, at the exact spot where the children were, a column of smoke, thin, fine and bluish, which extended up to perhaps two meters above their heads, and evaporated at that height. This phenomenon, perfectly visible to the naked eye, lasted for a few seconds. Not having noted how long it had lasted, I cannot say whether it was more or less than a minute. The smoke dissipated abruptly, and after some time, it came back to occur a second time, then a third time

“The sky, which had been overcast all day, suddenly cleared; the rain stopped and it looked as if the sun were about to fill with light the countryside that the wintery morning had made so gloomy. I was looking at the spot of the apparitions in a serene, if cold, expectation of something happening and with diminishing curiosity because a long time had passed without anything to excite my attention. The sun, a few moments before, had broken through the thick layer of clouds which hid it and now shone clearly and intensely.

“Suddenly I heard the uproar of thousands of voices, and I saw the whole multitude spread out in that vast space at my feet…turn their backs to that spot where, until then, all their expectations had been focused, and look at the sun on the other side. I turned around, too, toward the point commanding their gaze and I could see the sun, like a very clear disc, with its sharp edge, which gleamed without hurting the sight. It could not be confused with the sun seen through a fog (there was no fog at that moment), for it was neither veiled nor dim. At Fatima, it kept its light and heat, and stood out clearly in the sky, with a sharp edge, like a large gaming table. The most astonishing thing was to be able to stare at the solar disc for a long time, brilliant with light and heat, without hurting the eyes or damaging the retina. [During this time], the sun’s disc did not remain immobile, it had a giddy motion, [but] not like the twinkling of a star in all its brilliance for it spun round upon itself in a mad whirl.


“During the solar phenomenon, which I have just described, there were also changes of color in the atmosphere. Looking at the sun, I noticed that everything was becoming darkened. I looked first at the nearest objects and then extended my glance further afield as far as the horizon. I saw everything had assumed an amethyst color. Objects around me, the sky and the atmosphere, were of the same color. Everything both near and far had changed, taking on the color of old yellow damask. People looked as if they were suffering from jaundice and I recall a sensation of amusement at seeing them look so ugly and unattractive. My own hand was the same color.

“Then, suddenly, one heard a clamor, a cry of anguish breaking from all the people. The sun, whirling wildly, seemed all at once to loosen itself from the firmament and, blood red, advance threateningly upon the earth as if to crush us with its huge and fiery weight. The sensation during those moments was truly terrible.

“All the phenomena which I have described were observed by me in a calm and serene state of mind without any emotional disturbance. It is for others to interpret and explain them. Finally, I must declare that never, before or after October 13 [1917], have I observed similar atmospheric or solar phenomena.”

October 13 Message of Our Lady of Fatima and The Great Miracle of the Sun 


As on the other occasions, the seers, Lucia, Francisco and Jacinta, first saw a bright light, and then they saw Our Lady over the holm oak.

Lucia: What does Your Grace wish of me?

Our Lady: I wish to tell you that I want a chapel built here in my honor. I am the Lady of the Rosary. Continue to pray the rosary every day. The war is going to end, and the soldiers will soon return to their homes.

Lucia: I have many things to ask you: if you would cure some sick persons, and if you would convert some sinners…

Our Lady: Some yes, others no. They must amend their lives and ask forgiveness for their sins.

Becoming sadder, she added, “Let them offend Our Lord no more for He is already much offended.”

Then, opening her hands, Our Lady shone the light issuing from them onto the sun, and as she rose, her own radiance continued to be cast onto the sun.

At that moment, Lucia cried, “Look at the sun!”  

Once Our Lady had disappeared in the expanse of the firmament, three scenes followed in succession, symbolizing first the joyful mysteries of the rosary, then the sorrowful mysteries, and, finally, the glorious mysteries. Lucia alone saw the three scenes; Francisco and Jacinta saw only the first.


The first scene: 

Saint Joseph appeared beside the sun with the Child Jesus and Our Lady of the Rosary. It was the Holy Family. The Virgin was dressed in white with a blue mantle. Saint Joseph was also dressed in white, and the Child Jesus in light red. Saint Joseph blessed the crowd, making the Sign of the Cross three times. The Child Jesus did the same.

The second scene: 

A vision of Our Lady of Sorrows, without the sword in her breast, and of Our Lord overwhelmed with sorrow on the way to Calvary.

Our Lord made the Sign of the Cross to bless the people.

Lucia could only see the upper part of Our Lord’s body.

The third scene:

 Finally, Our Lady of Mount Carmel, crowned queen of heaven and earth, appeared in a glorious vision holding the Child Jesus near her heart.

While these scenes took place, the great throng of 70,000 spectators witnessed the miracle of the sun.


It had rained all during the apparition. At the end of the conversation between Our Lady and Lucia – when the Blessed Virgin rose and Lucia shouted, “Look at the sun!” – the clouds parted, revealing the sun as an immense silver disk shining with an intensity never before seen – though not blinding.

This lasted only an instant. Then the immense disk began to “dance.”

The sun spun rapidly like a gigantic circle of fire. Then it stopped momentarily, only to begin spinning vertiginously again. Its rim became scarlet; whirling, it scattered red flames across the sky.

Their light was reflected on the ground, on the trees, on the bushes, and on the faces and clothing of the people, which took on brilliant hues and changing colors.

After performing this bizarre pattern three times, the globe of fire seemed to tremble, shake, and then plunge in a zigzag toward the terrified crowd.

All this lasted about ten minutes. Finally, the sun zigzagged back to its original place and once again became still and brilliant, shining with its normal brightness. The cycle of the apparitions had ended.


Many people noticed that their clothes, soaking wet from the rain, had suddenly dried.

The miracle of the sun was also seen by numerous witnesses up to twenty-five miles away from the place of the apparition.

Nora’s Husbands Conversion~A Testimony to Eucharistic Adoration


This is Nora’s story (not her real name).

 I have been praying during my weekly hour of Adoration, over many years, for my husband to return to Mass and the Sacraments as he has been away from them for 26 years. He didn’t even enter the church when our children were making their first Holy Communions and Confirmations. On a wet and very cold winter’s day he dropped me down to the Adoration Chapel for my holy hour and asked me to hurry out after the hour as he wanted to go to an important meeting. After the hour he came to collect me and waited outside in the car. After waiting for an extra twenty minutes, he lost patience and ran into the Adoration Chapel to hurry me out. I pretended not to see him and he sat down very impatiently for some minutes. Finally I got up and left and he came speedily after me. I was expecting a lot of anger and complaints because I stayed longer than the hour and kept him waiting. Having got into the car he turned to me, and said, calmly and quietly, ‘I am not going to that meeting I mentioned but instead I am going to see the priest in the Parochial house and ask him to hear my confession. Something came over me as I entered that Adoration Chapel, and I feel God calling me back again’. He got confession that day and became a daily mass goer and a weekly Adorer for the very first time. I put this down to the power of prayer in front of the Blessed Sacrament.

The Devil’s Torment 

 

A hermit of Mount Olivet had in his cell
a holy image of Mary, and frequently offered up prayers before it. The devil could not endure such devotion to the holy Virgin, and tormented him continually with temptations against purity; and the poor old hermit finding himself still pursued by them, notwithstanding all his prayers and mortifications, said one day to the enemy: “What have I done to you, that you will not leave me in peace?” And the demon appeared to him and answered: “You torment
me more than I torment you;” and then he added: “Now come, and swear secrecy to me, and I will tell you what you must cease to do, if you wish me not to molest you any more.” The hermit took the oath, and then the devil said to him:
“I wish you never again to approach that image that you have in your cell.” The hermit was greatly perplexed, and went to take counsel of the Abbot Theodore, who told him that he was not bound by his oath, and that he must not cease to recommend himself to Mary before that image, as he had done before. The hermit obeyed, and the devil was put to shame and conquered.

Excerpt from “The Glories of Mary” by St.Alphonsus Liguori 

Saved From The Sea Through The Brown Scapular 


A Scapular miracle took place in 1845. In the late summer of that year, the English ship, “King of the Ocean”, on its way to Australia, not far from Cape Hope, found itself in the middle of a hurricane. As wind and sea mercilessly lashed the ship, a Protestant minister, with his wife and children and other passengers, struggled to the deck to pray for mercy and forgiveness, as the end seemed at hand. Among the crew was a young Irishman, John McAuliffe. On seeing the urgency of the situation, the youth opened his shirt, took off his Scapular, and, making the Sign of the Cross with it over the raging waves, tossed it into the ocean. At that very moment, the wind calmed. Only one more wave washed the deck, bringing with it the Scapular which came to rest at the young man’s feet. All the while the minister (a Mr. Fisher) had been carefully observing McAuliffe’s actions and the miraculous effect of those actions. Upon questioning the young man, he was told about the Holy Virgin and Her Scapular. Mr. Fisher and his family became determined to enter the Catholic Church as soon as possible, and thereby enjoy the same protection of Our Lady’s Scapular. This they did shortly after landing in Australia.