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Hello all, The Feast of Our Lady of Guadalupe is nearby, and I'd like to share with this forum some thoughts about this event, without any doubt, one of the most important in the Christian history of these lands. The way I'd like to do this is to quote fragments of the original narrative of the apparitions, the "Nican Mopohua" ("Here is told"). I will base my translation on the one you can find here: Nican Mopohua in English [ virgendeguadalupe.org.mx] But I will edit it where I think it is appropriate. My comments will follow the quotes. Let's begin with the first apparition. Our Lady speaks to Juan Diego: 23 She said to him, "Listen, my little son, the youngest, my Juantzin. Where are you going?"
24 And he answered her: "My Lady, my Queen, my Little Girl, I am going as far as your little house in Mexico-Tlatelolco, to follow the things of God that are given to us, that are taught to us by the ones who are the images of The Lord, Our Master: our priests."
25 Then she talks with him, she reveals her precious and holy will;
26 She says: "Please know, and put in your heart, my little son, the most beloved, that I am the perfect, Ever Virgin Saint Mary, and I have the privilege to be the Mother of the Very True God, of Ipalnemohuani (The Giver of Life), of Teyocoyani (The Creator of People), of Tloque Nahuaque (The Owner of what is near and what is far), of Ilhuicahua Tlaltipaque (The Lord of Heaven and Earth). I want very much, and fervently wish that you (or they) would please build for me a sacred little house,
27 In which I will show Him to you, and magnify Him,
28 And give it (the sacred little house) to Him. He, who is all my love. He, who is my merciful gaze. He, who is my help. He, who is my salvation.
29 For in truth I am honored to be a compassionate mother to all of you,
30 yours and of all the people who live together in this land,
31 and of all the other people of different ancestries, those who love me, those who cry to me, those who seek me, those who honor me by putting their trust in my intercession.
32 For there I will be always willing to listen to their weeping, they sorrow, to cleanse, to heal all their miseries, their troubles, their sufferings.
33 And to bring about, with all certainty, what He, who is my merciful gaze, wants to do. Kindly agree to go to the palace of the Bishop of Mexico, and tell him that I myself am sending you as ambassador to manifest to him how big and fervent is my wish for him to provide me with a house, to erect my shrine here on this plain. You will tell him everything, to the last detail, all that yu have seen and marveled at, and what you have heard.
34 And be assured that I will appreciate it very much and reward you for it,
35 for I will enrich you and glorify you,
36 and you will deserve that I reward you greatly, for your fatigue, your trouble, to carry out what I am asking of you.
37 My son, the most beloved, you have heard, my breath, my word. Kindly accept, and go, and do your best effort.
38 And immediately he prostrated himself in her presence; he said to her: "My Lady, my Little Girl, of course I am right now going to make your venerable breath, your beloved word, a reality; I, your poor servant, depart from you for a while."
39 Then he came down (the hill) to put her errand into action: he came to get onto the causeway that comes straight to Mexico City.
40 When he reached the center of the city, he went straight to the palace of the Bishop, the Governing Priest, who had just recently arrived; his name was Don Fray Juan de Zumarraga, a Franciscan Priest. To those of us who were born and raised in the shadow of that "little house", these words are as familiar as our heartbeat, more ours than the marrow in our bones, but still, our hearts jump in our chests and our eyes water in awe and gratitude every time we hear them or read them. How can you surpass the beauty of "He, who is all my love. He, who is my merciful gaze. He, who is my help. He, who is my salvation."? How could we miss the clear echoes from the Magnificat in these words? And who pronounced these words? None other than the Mother of the Very True God, The Giver of Life, The Creator of People, The Owner of what is near and what is far, The Lord of Heaven and Earth. I intentionally left the original Nahuatl words to show something all translations will hopelessly miss: These are all proper names. Originally, they designated distinct Nahua deities, however, just when the Conquistadores were about to arrive, the Nahuas were well on their way to Monotheism. They were coming to believe there was only One True God, they called Him "Teotl", and all other "gods" were nothing but distinct aspects and manifestations of "Teotl". By using all these proper names, Our Lady was declaring herself to be the Mother of Teotl (yes, she uses the precise word/name of Teotl), the One True God, in a tactic already used by St. Paul when he presented Christ as the God the ancient Greeks venerated as "the unknown god". God was preparing our forefathers for the Gospel, and Our Lady fully acknowledged that this positive move, as everything good, was from God. And what does she want? Only a little house (well, today this house is anything but little, but the precise meaning of "little" for the Nahuas needs more explanation, more on this later). Why? In the Nahua culture, and most prominently in Aztec culture (the Aztecs were Nahuas, but there were other Nahua peoples besides the Aztecs), the temple was, if you pardon the expression, a "sacrament" of the nation. That is, a symbol, but more than that, a symbol fully integrated with the reality it symbolizes. By demolishing the Aztec temples of Mexico-Tenochtitlan, the Conquistadores effectively and actually demolished the Aztec nation. Our Lady wanted a new nation to be built, and that nation needed a new temple, but this time, it was to be a Christian temple. A temple in which she could reveal Her Son to us, and then magnify Him, and then present (or consecrate) the temple, and therefore, the nation to Him. And she wants to do that because she is our compassionate mother. Not only of "Juanito", but, as she said, of all peoples living together in the land. Please notice the humilty of her language: "I am honored to be your compassionate mother", "It is an honor that you place your trust in my intercession", "Please know", "Kindly agree", "I will reward you for your troubles". Finally, I need to explain about being little. I've already worte about this, but it wouldn't hurt to go over it again. Just as some cultures use plural as "royal we", Nahuas used diminutive to indicate respect and rank. Expressions such as "My Lady, My Queen, My Little Girl", are entirely consistent, with the third phrase giving it a formal and respectful tone. In the Nahuatl language, diminutives are indicated by the suffix "tzin", and you can add as many as you want to the end of the word, each one "kicking respect up a notch". For instance, the Nahuatl word for "our mother" would be "Tonana" (prefix "to" denotes the first person, plural posesive "our"), however, since a mother always deserves respect, you would never say that in polite conversation. The correct word is "Tonantzin", which litetally would mean "our little mother". Of much interest is the fact that Our Lady also addresses St. Juan Diego using diminutives. He is "Juantzin" (Johnny), and "my youngest son". It has been long assumed that St. Juan Diego was a humble peasant, but recent discoveries seem to indicate otherwise: His Nahuatl name was "Cuahutlatoac", which means "He who speaks like the eagle", quite an impresive name for a farmer, but even more, he is some times refered to as "Cuahutlatoatzin", notice the diminutive suffix. Certainly a name proper of a member of a royal house. Could it be? It seems to be the case. A study links St. Juan Diego as a rather close relative of Nezahualcoyotl, the poet king of Texcoco, who is famous for this poem: I love the singing of Zentzontle, bird of four hundred voices. I love the jade color and the beautiful smell of the flowers, but even more I love man, my brother. Is it possible that the Queen of Heaven wanted to meet with one of the highest-ranking noblemen left alive in the country? Yes, it is very possible, and truly a meeting that would give birth to a new nation. Please feel free to comment, I will continue with the next apparition in a few days. Shalom, Memo.
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Thank you, Memo,
I had not realized that the story of Guadalupe was available on line. Certainly a lot more detail than I had read before.
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�Muchisimas gracias, Memo! Here in Pittsburgh, the Spanish Mass community is having a special Mass on December 12, complete with costumes, music, (I think) a procession and a reception afterward. My wife (from Santiago de Cali, Colombia) and I plan to attend. Nuestra Se�ora de Guadalupe is the Marian apparition that is closest to my heart and dearest to me. The power of her appearance to San Juan Diego - as millions were led out of the Church by Luther, Calvin and Henry VII, millions more were brought in by Santa Maria, Nuestra Se�ora de Guadalupe, is amazing to this day. www.sancta.org [ sancta.org] - for more information
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Hi, Shall we continue? St. Juan Diego left and went to see the Bishop, who was, well, let me put it this way: not very receptive. That same evening, he meets Our Lady once more: 49 As soon as he saw her, he prostrated himself before her, he threw himself to the ground, he had the honor to tell her:
50 "My dear little Mistress, Lady Queen, my dearest little Daughter, my dear little Virgin. I did go to where you sent me to carry our your dear breath, your beloved word; although I entered with difficulty to where the place is of the Governing Priest, I saw him, I put your dear breath, your beloved word, before him, as you were so kind to order me to.
51 He received me kindly and he listened to it perfectly, but from the way ha answered me, it�s as if he was not satisfied, he doesn�t think it�s true.
52 He said to me: "You will come again: I will still listen to you calmly, I will look well to what you have come for, from the very beginning, to your desire, your will.
53 The way he answered me, I could clearly see that he thinks your house that you deign to allow us the privilege to build for you here, maybe I�m only making it up, or that maybe it is not from your lips.
54 I beg you, my Lady, my Queen, my little Virgin, to have one of the nobles who are held in esteem, one who is known, respected, honored, (have him) carry, take your dear breath, your precious word, so that he will be believed.
55 Because I am really worthless, I am a (porter�s) rope I am a backframe, a tail, a wing, a man of no importance: I myself need to be led, carried on someone�s back, that place your are sending me to is a place where I�m not used to going to or spending any time in, my little Virgin, my dearest Daughter, my Lady, my Queen;
56 please forgive me: I will grieve your venerable face, your beloved heart; I will fall into your rightful anger, into your displeasure, my Lady, my Mistress."
57 The Perfect Virgin, worthy of honor and veneration, kindly answered him:
58 "Listen, my youngest and dearest son, know for sure that I have no lack of servants, or messengers, to whom I could entrust the task of carrying my breath, my word, so they carry out my will;
59 But it is very necessary that you, personally, go and plead; that my wish, my will be carried out and become a reality entirely through your intercession.
60 And I beg you, my youngest, dearest and most favored son, and I order you strictly to go again tomorrow to se the Bishop.
61 And in my name warn him, make him listen to my will very clearly, so that he will bring into being, he will build my house, the one I am asking him for.
62 And tell him again how I, none other than the ever Virgin Mary, the Venerable Mother Of God, I am sending you as messenger.�
63 For his part, Juan Diego respectfully responded to her and reverently said to her "My Lady, Queen, my little Virgin, let me not give your venerable face, your beloved heart. I will most gladly go to carry out your venerable breath, your dear word; I will absolutely not fail to do it, nor do I think the road is painful.
64 I will go and, of course, carry out your venerable will, but perhaps I won�t be heard, and if I am heard, perhaps I won�t be believed.
65 Tomorrow afternoon, when the sun goes down, I will come to return to your dear word, to your venerable breath, what the Governing Priest answers to me.
66 Now, I respectfully say goodbye to you, my youngest and dearest Daughter, my little Virgin, Lady, Queen, rest a little more."
67 And then he went to his house to rest. Please notice the typical dynamic of those who are called to serve the Lord: This is greater than me, I am not worthy, I am not capable, send someone else. But the choice had been made, it has to be him. Like Moses and Jonah, St. Juan Diego responds with generosity and trust. If the Lady wants him to do it, he will do it. He will do the best he can and leave the rest to God and to the "Little Virgin". It is worthy of notice that St. Juan Diego doesn't complain about his failure, even more, he attributes the failure to himself. That is typical Nahua education. Also, unlike other "messengers", St. Juan Diego tries to evade the call only once. After the first try, when Our Lady insists, he immediately accepts, and he does so "most gladly", again, this is typical Nahua education. St. Juan Diego is displaying treats of a well educated man with excellent manners, skillfully able to blend formality and familiarity, argumentation and obedience. Maybe we are not asked to build a temple of stone, but certainly God asks us to do something with our lives. Are we ready to respond in generosity and trust? As we can see in (60), God is ready to stop asking and start commanding. Will we wait that long? Shalom, Memo.
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Dear Memo,
This is all fascinating.
If you have seen my akathist to our Lady of Guadalupe, how does what I wrote square with your insights above?
Was I even close to representing the historical side?
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Hi Alex, If you have seen my akathist to our Lady of Guadalupe, how does what I wrote square with your insights above? Of course I have. I promised to translate it into Spanish, remember? I hope that in a few days, two years after, I managed to finish the translation. Was I even close to representing the historical side? Well, your beautiful Akathist is not a historical commentary, so it touches historical issues very briefly, and I can't find anything amiss there. If anything, I would comment that in K 7 and 10, you seem to favor the view of the Aztecs as boold-thirsty human sacrifice maniacs. There are those who think this is an hyperbole from pious Christian sources. Yes, human sacrifices were part of the Aztec religion, but maybe they were not as many and/or as cruel as the Conquistadores would like us to believe they were. Small or big, the Virgencita indeed freed us from that sin. In K 9 you seem to be crediting the image with the healing of Juan Bernardino (St. Juan Diego's uncle). AS you will see with the upcoming posts, Juan Bernardido affirms to have seen Our Lady herself, and not only her image. In K 12, you mention "thousands", which is true, of course, but "millions" is more accurate. During the patronal feasts (a Novena, which of course, starts tomorrow), about 8 million souls visit the Basilica. Throughout the year, the number is much, much higher. Shalom, Memo.
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Dear Memo, No need to be picky! Seriously, thank you for the sincere and articulate critique!! Alex
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Hello, I will continue with the narrative. Juan Diego went again to the bishop, who questioned him more thoroughly and found no apparent contradiction. Juan Diego's story made perfect sense, and yet, he needed proof, and so, he told Juan Diego to ask the Lady for a sign that it was really her speaking to Juan Diego. Juan Diego went with haste to the Tepeyac, being secretly followed by some the bishop's aids. Upon reaching the hill, however, Juan Diego lost his followers and spoke to the Lady. The Nican Mopohua only transcribes the last few words from Our Lady, which are basically an acceptance of the bishop's demands, instructions to Juan Diego to come back the following morning to ge the sign that will serve as proof, and a final thank you for Juan Diego's troubles. That evening, however, when Juan Diego came home, he found his uncle, Juan Bernardino, terribly sick, and he asked his nephew to bring a priest to minister him the last rites. Next morning, Juan Diego went to Tlaltelolco to find a priest, but he decided to go arround the other side of the Tepeyac hill, so he wouldn't hace to stop to tall with the Lady. Of particular interest is verse 104: He thought that, by turning that way, was was not goinb to be seen by her, whose love makes that she is absolutely, and always looking at us. Of course, that was not going to be so, and surely, the Lady came to find him and spoke to him with these words: 107 What is happening, my youngest son? Where are you going? Where are you headed for?
108 And he, perhaps he grieved a little, or perhaps he became ashamed? Or perhaps he became afraid of the situation, he became fearful?
109 He prostrated himself before her, he greeted her with great respect, he had the honor to say to her:
110 My little Virgin, my Daughter the most beloved, my Queen, I hope you are happy; how are you this morning? Are you in good health, my lady, my most beloved Girl?
111 I will grieve your venerable face, your beloved heart: Please, consider, my little Virgin, that a little servant of yours, my uncle, is gravely ill.
112 A terrible sickness has taken hold of him; he will surely die from it soon.
113 And now I shall go urgently to your little house of Mexico, to call one of our priests, the beloved ones of Our Lord, so that he will go to hear his confession and prepare him,
114 Because we really were born for that. We, who came to wait for the painful effort of our death.
115 But, if I am going to carry it out, I will return here immediately after that, to go carry your venerable breath, your beloved word, Lady, my little Virgin.
116 I beg you to kindly forgive me, be patient with me a little longer, because I am not deceiving you with this, my youngest Daughter, my beloved Princess, tomorrow without fail I will come with all haste.
117 As soon as she heard the explanations of Juan Diego, the Merciful and Venerable Virgin answered him gently: And then she delivered the words that have been in the deepest core of the soul of every Mexican since then. Our names, we might forget, but by God Almighty, we will always remember, and live by: 118 Please, pay attention to this, I wish it remains engraved in your heart, my dearest son: That which frightened you and afflicted you, is nothing; may it not disturb your face, your heart. Please, do not fear this illness, and by no means, any other illness or pain that causes grief.
119 AM I NOT HERE, THE ONE HONORED TO BE YOUR MOTHER? ARE YOU NOT UNDER MY SHADOW AND PROTECTION? AM I NOT THE SOURCE OF YOUR JOY? ARE YOU NOT IN THE HOLLOW OF MY MANTLE, IN THE CROSSING OF MY ARMS? DO NEED ANYTHING ELSE AT ALL?
120 Please, may nothing anguish or disturb you. I hope the illness of your honorable uncle disturbs you no more, by no means will he die now of it. I give you total assurance, he is well now.
121 (And so, as it was later known, exactly at that moment, his uncle healed). Yes, my Lady, your words remain egraved in our hearts as an everlasting source of hope and consolation. We will finish the story tomorrow. Holy father in faith, St. Juan Diego Cuahutlatoac, pray for us, your spiritual children, and for all the peoples living in these lands! God Bless. Shalom, Memo.
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Hi All,
I think it is time to bring back, and finish this thread, which was interrupted by the server crash last year.
Feel free to catch-up and comment. I will make good on my promise and finish the story soon, followed (hopefully), the the translation of Alex's Akathist.
Shalom, Memo
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Yes, please continue this narrative. I read parts of it to my husband and his ears perked up considerably. I would say Our Lady of Guadalupe is important to him. We aren't Mexican or even Hispanic, but didn't she say that she looks out for anyone who depends on her intercession, no matter who their ancestors are?
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Thank you, Memo, for this. Our Lady of Guadalupe has long been my favorite Marian apparition; the tenderness of Mary's words have long moved me. Aztec culture is something of an enigma, isn't it? Arguably one of the cruelest religions in human history, yet the Spanish marvelled at the beauty of their cities. Aztecs loved children and flowers, and the parallels with Catholic Faith in their religion truly prefaced the mass conversions that followed Mary's appearances to St Juan Diego. -Daniel
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Hi, Aztec culture is something of an enigma, isn't it? Arguably one of the cruelest religions in human history It is, because it could also be argued otherwise. The tales of mass sacrifices are an obvious exageration. And, although it remains totally condemnable to express any kind of belief in the form of human sacrifice, if we manage to see beyond and underneath that, we will see a religious process in the various Mesoamerican cultures, Aztecs included, to prepare for the coming of the Gospel. The Aztecs were "almost" ready, they just needed a little push, and Our Lady gave them just that, as we will see in the conclusion of the narrative. Stay tuned. Shalom, Memo
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Hi, We aren't Mexican or even Hispanic, but didn't she say that she looks out for anyone who depends on her intercession, no matter who their ancestors are? Absolutely. Those are precisely her words. She wants to reach out to all the peoples sharing these lands. Perhaps one day we will manage to imitate her good will towards all. Shalom, Memo
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Hi, Let's continue. Juan Diego accepted Our Lady�s assurances that his uncle was taken care of, so she could resume the task of convincing the Bishop: 124. And the Queen of Heaven, immediate commanded him to climb the hill, there, where he was honored to see her before.
125. She deigned to tell him: �Climb, little son of mine, most beloved, climb up the hill where you saw me and where I gave you command.
126. There you will see planted many kinds of flowers: Cut them, gather them together. Then bring them down here, bring them here to me�. Flowers? Yes, it sounds strange to our culture, however, we must realize a few things: Firs of all, flowers were among the most revered creatures in the Aztec mind. The Heavenly paradise was called �Xochitlapan�, which literally means �Land of Flowers�. To the Aztecs, all good things had roots, and a beautiful flower was both, a sure indication of good roots and a promise of a good fruit. The most fertile area of the valley of Anahuac (where Tenochtitlan used to be, and where Mexico City is today), was dedicated to growing flowers, and to this day, this area is called �Xochimilco�, and even today, a choice name for girls in Mexico is �Xochitl�, which means exactly that: �Flower�. Also, this hill, the Tepeyac, is not known precisely for its fertile soils. It is part of the northern boundaries of the Anahuac, a rather arid area of the valley. Finally, it was December. The mountain ranges south of the Anahuac were probably covered with snow. The north hills are not as high as to gather snow, but it was no time to find abundance of flowers anyway. To give a flower as a present was the ultimate honor. Not even the Aztec Emperor could afford to give flowers to his every guest, and therefore, what he could afford went to his most distinguished and closest acquaintances. Juan Diego surely guessed that this was it. If the next step involved flowers, then it was time to make it or break it. And so he went up the hill, and when he finally reached the summit and saw the beauty and variety of the flowers there, the narrative says he was �speechless with awe�, and after a just a brief contemplation, he proceeded to cut the flowers. Juan Diego was not only allowed to go to �Xochitlapan�, he got to cut its flowers. Juan Diego was doing exactly what all his ancestors dreamt about and never managed to do: partaking of the Glory of God. He placed the flowers in his tilma, and came down to Our Lady: 134. Then he came down bringing to the Queen of Heaven the various flowers he went to cut
135. And her, seeing them, kindly took them in her little hands,
136. and place them back in his tilma. She deigned to tell him:
137. �Little son, most beloved, these various flowers are the proof, the sign you will take to the Bishop.
138. On my behalf you will ask him to see in them my wish, and to execute my will.
139. And you� you re my plenipotentiary ambassador, for in you I place all my trust.
140. I strictly command you, that in front of the Bishop, and exclusively before him, to spread your tilma, and to show him what you carry in it.
141. And you will tell him, with all detail, how I sent you to climb the hill to cut the flowers, and all you saw and admired.
142. And with this, you will move the heart of the High Priest, so that it will be done, the construction of my shrine, which I requested. The words of Our Lady are here more or less for our benefit. She took the flowers and gave them to Juan Diego to give them to the Bishop. That was so much more than enough. If flowers were the ultimate present, you wanted to give them personally. If you sent flowers through a proxy, you were giving that person the fullness of your authority. Again, perhaps Bishop Zumarraga wouldn�t have understood all this, but he was going to get his own sign in due time. This part of the sign was not mainly for Zumarraga�s benefit, but for the Aztecs. The narrative says Juan Diego went immediately back to Mexico City, it says he went happy, full of joy in his heart, because he knew everything was going to be all right. He�s got the ultimate symbol, beyond anyone�s wildest dreams, and he�s got the ultimate authority to carry out his mission. Still, the narrative is clear that he was not day-dreaming, but he went with the utmost care for his precious cargo. Comments? More shortly. Shalom, Memo
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Wow! This is fascinating! It is such a blessing that you can pick out different things in the narrative and give them more depth.
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