In honor of the pilgrimage of the relics of St. Therese and of her parents, Sts. Louis and Zelie Martin, to Ireland in connection with the World Meeting of Families, I have created a photo show, "The World of Saint Therese and Her Family," to offer you a visual experience of the concrete reality of their lives on earth, during which they became holy. It contains more than 350 photos, many, from my visit to France in May, never published before. If you enjoy it, please help me spread the word. Thank you.
The above shows highlights of the first part of the photo show. To see the show, click the icon below:
Note: Maureen will also present "A Map of the Way of Confidence and Love of Saint Therese of Lisieux" the day after the above event, on Sunday, November 12, 2017 at the Mount Saint Joseph Monastery of the Discalced Carmelite friars in San Jose. Details here.
Note: Maureen will also present three conferences at a retreat day about St. Therese and Sts. Louis and Zelie the day before the above event, on Saturday, November 11, 2017 at the monastery of the Discalced Carmelite nuns in Santa Clara. Details here.
saint Zelie Martin's first tombstone. it marked her grave in the cemetery of the church of notre dame in alencon until 1894, when her body was moved to lisieux and interred beside the body of her husband. photo credit: susan ehlert.
Click on this title to read the article "Death of a mama: August 28, 1877," which gives details of the last hours, death, and funeral of Saint Zelie Martin. It includes the testimony of Louise Marais, the maid who looked after Saint Zelie in her last illness. This article originally appeared in French in Therese de Lisieux, the magazine of the Pilgrimage Office at Lisieux. We thank them for permission to translate it and publish it in English.
The letter from Celine Martin, at La Musse, near Evreux, to her Carmelite sisters in Lisieux to tell them about the death of their father:
July 29, 1894
Dear little sisters,
Papa is in heaven! . . . I received his last breath, I closed his eyes. . . . His handsome face took on immediately an expression of beatitude, of such profound calm ! Tranquility was painted on his features . . . He expired so gently at fifteen minutes after eight.
My poor heart was broken at the supreme moment; a flood of tears bathed his bed. But at heart I was joyful because of his happiness, after the terrible martyrdom he endured and which we shared with him . . . .
Last night, in a sleep filled with anguish, I suddenly awakened; I saw in the firmament a kind of luminous globe . . . . And this globe went deeply into the immensity of heaven.