Saint Alphonsus Ligouri

July 13, 2009

Alphonsus begins a life in the courts of law

Saint Alphonsus Ligouri

Saint Alphonsus Ligouri

His father had him trained to become a lawyer.  By the time he was sixteen years old, he was so proficient in his studies, he received a degree of Doctor of Laws.  And this came about in spite of the fact that the required age to receive such a degree was no younger than twenty years of age.  When he received his degree, his stature was so small, the robes of his new profession dragged on the floor, dwarfing him, to the delight of all in attendance.  His next step – he studied for the Bar, and by the age of nineteen he was able to practice law in the courts, again far ahead of all who had preceded him.  The world and its snares were weaving gossamer fibers (not unlike those of a spider’s web), threatening to entrap the young man in its web.

There was an ongoing battle for Alphonsus’ future.  Although his father’s focus was to groom him for the world, his mother, who was highly spiritual, was the loving instrument who would prepare him for a future life as Jesus and Mary’s troubadour.  But it would not be a battle easily won.  Now, don’t get me wrong.  Alphonsus’ father, even when trying to arrange a suitable marriage for him, always prompted him to place God first.  Father and son even made retreats together.

But temptations were always lying in wait for the brilliant young lawyer.  Alphonsus’ confessor testified, he never succumbed to serious sin till his death.  In spite of the fact, he did become enamored of his life as a lawyer and grew increasingly fascinated by the daily challenges he was able to easily overcome.  The flattery of those who saw his clever prowess in the courts not only turned his head with their open adulation,[1] to compound the problem, Alphonsus found himself setting aside prayer and spiritual reading for the glitter of the world and its relentless temptations.  And here, the tempter lurked.  It would appear that Alphonsus’ future was sealed, until the day God stepped in.  And as we have said so many times, God often has to teach us in painful ways.

Alphonsus loses; God wins!

It has been said that in the eight years he practiced law, he possessed a record of never having lost a case.  That is, all except the one case which would change his life and the direction it had been taking.  We now find our young lawyer in the year 1723, about to face his first defeat.  There was a trial, centering around a lawsuit between a nobleman from Naples and the Grand Duke of Tuscany, being waged in the courts of law.  We don’t know whether Alphonsus was representing the plaintiff or the defendant.  We only know that Alphonsus began with his usual brilliant, cleverly prepared remarks to the court.  Satisfied with the obvious results which would assuredly be forthcoming, the young Alphonsus confidently sat down, after he finished speaking.  But his contentment was to be short-lived.  Just as he was about to call his first witness, the opposing attorney coldly confronted him, insisting his arguments were ill placed, as Alphonsus had missed a section of the document, which completely negated his allegations and consequently jeopardized the success of his case.  As this was so out of the ordinary, Alphonsus insisted on reading the document.  Incredulously examining and reexamining the brief, and then, not satisfied, poring over it meticulously, over and over again, there was nothing left but to admit he had in fact missed that section and had consequently lost the case.  He was desolate.  All around him, in the courtroom, tried to console him, even the judge; but Alphonsus would have none of it.  His greatest fear was that they might judge he had been purposely trying to deceive them.  No amount of reassurances could dissuade him.  He bolted out of the courtroom, crying out that he was finished with law and all its trappings.

He went to his room and refused to eat anything for three days.  After his battle with himself (he thought), he realized that more than an attempt to humiliate him, this was an act by God to bring him to the road he was supposed to be traveling.  Realizing he had journeyed to his eternal goal by the wide road, allowing the many deviations of the world he had chosen, to distract him and lure him from his Heavenly destination, he spent days upon days praying, seeking God’s Will in his life.  There is no record of how long he prayed; we only know that on August the 28th, in the year 1723, our Alphonsus went to the Hospital for the Incurables, to visit the sick and dying.  As he was making his rounds, suddenly he felt the room he was in, shake.  Whereupon, he heard a voice call out to him, “Leave the world and give thyself to Me.”[2] That he might not think this was his imagination, the voice repeated the command.  His blood racing, his heart pounding, Alphonsus rushed out of the hospital and went over to the church of the Redemption of Captives (or as it also known: Our Lady of the Ransom).  He knelt before the image of Our Lady and laid his sword at Her feet, swearing his lifetime allegiance.  He then made a solemn resolution to enter the Religious Life, starting as a novice in the Fathers of the Oratory.

Reference “Saints Maligned Misunderstood and Mistreated”

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[1] praise and admiration

[2] Catholic Encyclopedia – 1914 Edition


St. Joan of Arc – Feast day May 30

May 27, 2008

The following article is an excerpt from the chapter on St. Joan of Arc in our book, “Saints Maligned, Misunderstood and Mistreated.”

The Angels and Saints Speak to St. Joan
Her years of joy were short-lived. At age twelve, her famous voices began speaking to her. They were always accompanied by a brilliant flash of light, and came at the precise time the sexton[1] rang the church bells. At first, there was only one voice. When he spoke to her the third time, she realized he was St. Michael the Archangel. At this time, she also had an apparition of St. Michael, accompanied by other Angels. When it happened, she thought her heart would burst. Here, in front of her was the Prince of the Angels, he who defeated Lucifer and his rebellious angels, throwing them down to the pits of hell. During this time in history, the Middle Ages, St. Michael was one of the most revered Saints, held in high esteem, especially by royalty, nobility and the military. For Joan, this was a great honor.
At first, the Angel just gave her instructions on how to live a good Christian life, go to Church often, and obey her parents. These were good instructions, but to be honest, she was already practicing these virtues. However, a time came when St. Michael advised her she would be visited by St. Margaret of Antioch, and St. Catherine of Alexandria, part of an elite group of Martyrs, called the Fourteen Holy Helpers, known for their powerful intercession during the Middle Ages. When they came, they were beautiful. They were majestic. They wore crowns on their heads. Joan became very comfortable with her holy visitors, especially St. Michael, to whom she and much of the world of the Middle Ages had a great devotion.
Joan was bewildered when the messages took on a different tone. She was told “Daughter of God, you must leave your village and go to France.”[2] She was told to save France from the English. She replied that she was only a young girl, who knew nothing about fighting. She was very confused. This was all beyond her. Think about it, though. We’re talking about a teenager here. Granted, she was much more spiritual than most adults of her time. But she was being told things that most adults would have a major problem accepting. Given the same set of circumstances, I don’t know anyone who wouldn’t be completely bowled over by the proposition set before this young girl by the Angel, St. Margaret of Antioch and St. Catherine of Alexandria.
She knew they were sincere. She trusted, especially in St. Michael. She knew he would not allow the evil one to deceive her. But she was very disconcerted. As the years progressed, the messages became more specific, more demanding. She would save France from defeat at the hands of the English. This continued until she was sixteen years old. Her voices would give her no peace. Then, one day in May, 1428, she was given a direct command by St. Michael to go to Vaucouleurs to a Robert de Baudricourt and tell him he should give her troops so that she could go to the Dauphin, who was the legitimate heir to the throne of France.
[1]one who takes care of church property
[2]At that time, Domremy may have been part of Lorraine, the Holy Roman Empire, or Burgundy.
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