Denying oneself and following Christ |
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Saint Romuald |
Romuald
lived in the vicinity of the city of Parenzo for three years. In the
first year he built a monastery and appointed an abbot with monks. For
the next two years he remained there in seclusion. In that setting,
divine holiness transported him to such a summit of perfection that,
breathed upon by the Holy Spirit, he foresaw many future events and
comprehended with the rays of his intelligence hidden mysteries of the
Old and New Testament.
Frequently he was seized by so great a contemplation
of divinity that he would be reduced to tears with the boiling,
indescribable heat of divine love. In this condition he would cry out:
Beloved Jesus, beloved, sweet honey, indescribable longing, delight of
the saints, sweetness of the angels, and other things of this kind. We
are unable to express the ecstasy of these utterances, dictated by the
Holy Spirit.
Wherever the holy man might arrange to live, he would
follow the same pattern. First he would build an oratory with an altar
in a cell; then he would shut himself in and forbid access.
Finally, after he had lived in many places, perceiving
that his end was near, he returned to the monastery he had built in the
valley of Castro. While he awaited with certainty his approaching
death, he ordered a cell to be constructed there with an oratory in
which he might isolate himself and preserve silence until death.
Accordingly the hermitage was built, since he had made
up his mind that he would die there. His body began to grow more and
more oppressed by afflictions and was already failing, not so much from
weakness as from the exhaustion of great age. One day he began to feel
the loss of his physical strength under all the harassment of
increasingly violent afflictions. As the sun was beginning to set, he
instructed two monks who were standing by to go out and close the door
of the cell behind them; they were to come back to him at daybreak to
celebrate matins. They were so concerned about his end that they went
out reluctantly and did not rest immediately. On the contrary, since
they were worried that their master might die, they lay hidden near the
cell and watched this precious treasure. For some time they continued to
listen attentively until they heard neither movement nor sound. Rightly
guessing what had happened, they pushed open the door, rushed in
quickly, lit a candle and found the holy man lying on his back, his
blessed soul snatched up into heaven. As he lay there, he seemed like a
neglected heavenly pearl that was soon to be given a place of honour in
the treasury of the King of kings.
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