Through the secret door* |
The first mystery is sound... The second mystery is the Word. In speech is joined the Origin of God.. There is an ancient mystical hymn. If spoken, this hymn would unleash the Word of God. About the time of the Ox, Turribius began his mission of the Holy See into Lima, Peru. A model of Priestly virtue, he confessed he did not understand the people of Lima. The Buddhist monks did not discriminate against him. They openly embraced him and offered food and shelter in their temple. Turribius discharged his evangelism with zeal: telling any who would listen about the Son of God. The Buddhist monks prayed with him to the small silver sepulcher he had brought from Rome. Inside the box was a small relic of Saint Philip, blessed by the Pope. Turribius was not fluent in their language, but had a translator Bridgid. She was born in Nepal and had given herself to Christ. Bridgid had a thirst for books and letters. She would spend many hours in study of Tibetan' script. Bridgid's desire for knowledge led her to question her faith... Turribius bade her not to read these pagan text, "The spiritual flower must be fertilized in the Doctrines of the Faith." Bridgid bowed her head in obedience. Steady and silent she set herself to prayer. During her vesper a hymn arose from her ... It was a Buddhist mantra. A great sublime perfection came over her. Her body became weightless. She could feel the cool night breeze all around her. .. "A river of peace; sweet cool fragrant air." A joy filled her as her night gown drifted to the ground. She circled round and round the temple. The Buddhist monks smiled up at her and clasps their hands in praise. The following day,Turribius searched the temple for Bridgid. Her room was undisturbed. "What have these heathens done to thy servant, O Lord?" A monk approached with a white owl on his right arm. The Buddhist monk smiled. Turribius looked closely and beheld Bridgid's crucifix around the Owl's neck.+ Reflections: Was this a martyr's death? =+= |