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LIFE OF SAINT GERARD MAJELLA

              in mid-air in an ecstasy of love.
                 On another occasion, in the course of conversation with Father
              Strina,  a  man  well  known  for  his  devotion  to  the  Divine  Infant,
              Gerard said to him jokingly:
                 “You have no love for the Divine Infant.”
                 “And  you,”  retorted  Father  Strina,  “you  have  no  love  for  the
              Madonna.”
                 This was too much for Saint Gerard. On the instant, taken out of
              himself  by  heavenly  love,  and  strengthened  with  a  supernatural
              strength,  he  seized  on  the  astonished  Father  Strina  and  began  to
              dance with him round and round, raising him from the ground with
              the ease with which one would raise a wisp of straw.
                 Thus was this humble Lay -brother, while yet detained on earth in
              the body of this death, freed from that control of the senses over the
              spirit, of matter over the freedom of heavenly contemplation, which
              ordinarily weighs poor mortals down beneath its weight during their
              sojourn here below. Gerard soared to Heaven, not only on the wings
              of the prayer of faith, but, by a rare privilege, he often times carried
              his body with him in his upward flight.
                 Another  grace  bestowed  upon  our  Saint  was  his  knowledge  of
              events which had passed at a distance, and concerning which he had
              no  natural  means  of  information.  He  was  thus  supernaturally
              apprised of the tragic death of the Priest who had baptized him in
              infancy.  This  worthy  ecclesiastic  having  been  assassinated  in  the
              streets  of  Muro,  Gerard,  on  the  very  day  of  the  murder,  told  the
              sorrowful news to three of his fellow-citizens. Let one of them tell
              the story in his own words.
                 “I was at that time pursuing my studies in Naples,” he writes, “and
              Gerard  used  often  to  come  in  the  evening,  and  we  would  say  our
              Rosary  together.  One  night  he  seemed  quite  sad  and  crushed  with
              despondency. I asked him the reason of his trouble.
                 “'My dear Pascal,' was his answer, 'I am grieved to think that our
              Archpriest has just been assassinated.'
                 “'Assassinated!' I rejoined, 'that is out of the question. It is only a
              few hours ago that I received a letter from home. They would have
              told me if that had happened.'
                 “However,  Gerard  persisted  that  there  was  no  doubt  about  the
              fact, and I heard afterwards that the murder had been committed the
              very day on which he had assured me of its occurrence.”



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