The home is one of the key battlegrounds of faith in these times. Many in the world are acting as if God does not exist, believing that mankind is superior and that we can do as we wish morally and ethically, seemingly answerable to no one. It is the home where we can effect the changes that are needed, if we are to begin to return to God in this world. To the Mother of God, the Holy Trinity cannot say no. The world was given to the Her from the cross, and it is that very same Mother that we look to for the answer to the problem of faith and family in the world today.
The enthronement in the home is an INITIAL consecration of the family and each one of its members to the Sacred Heart of Jesus and to the Immaculate Heart of Mary under the title of Our Lady of Guadalupe.
It is through the enthronement of Her image and consecration by our families that we manifest our intention of recognizing Our Lady as the Queen of our home and Our Lord as the King, as She is with child, symbolically placing them on a throne, a place of honor to be more precise, within our homes. The purpose of this program is that the Christian spirit reigns in the families that enthrone this image of Our Lady of Guadalupe, and thus through prayer in the home by the family, and invoking the patronage of OLOG, they can receive the peace that only Christ can give each home.
Allow your home to become that sacred little house our Mother speaks of when She said to St. Juan Diego: “I want very much that they build my sacred little house here, in which I will show Him. I will give Him to the people and there I will listen to their weeping, their sadness...to remedy, to cleanse and nurse all their different troubles, their miseries, their suffering... “(Nican Mopohua 26-32).
- Prepare a place of honor in the home to enthrone the image of Our Lady Guadalupe. Place under the image a small table with a Bible, a Crucifix, a blessed candle and holy water as your altar in the home.
- Consecrate all the members of your family to the Sacred Heart of Jesus and to the Immaculate Heart of Mary.
- Pray the Holy Rosary as a family, especially the Sorrowful Mysteries with the Mission’s prayers and intentions, at least once a week.
- Pray daily as a family before the image of Our Lady of Guadalupe in the morning the “Morning Prayer” or at night, the Litany for the City and the Family contained in the booklet, understanding that: “the Family that prays together, stays together”.
- Form a prayer cenacle where you invite your neighbors once a week.
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Complete Text in English
("HERE IS TOLD") and set down in order how a short time ago the Perfect Virgin Holy May Mother of God, our Queen, miraculously appeared out at Tepeyac, widely known as Guadalupe.
First She caused herself to be seen by an Indian named Juan Diego, poor but worthy of respect; and then her Precious Image appeared before the recently named Bishop, Don Fray Juan de Zumárraga.
When ten were the years since the conquering of the waters, the hills of Mexico City; when arrow, when shield lay still; when each expanse of waters, each expanse of hills had lulled to tranquility,Then there was a beginning, there was a burgeoning,there was a blossoming of believing in the Truth of Him, of recognizing the Countenance of Him, Him because of Whom Life goes on, Him Who is the True Divinity, God Himself. It was the year one thousand, five hundred and thirty one, a few days into the month of December. It happened that there was an Indian, one of pitiable poverty, whose name was Juan Diego. According to hearsay, he was a dweller in Kwautitlan, but in things divine he belonged entirely in Tlatilolko.
It was a Saturday, and still quite dark, when he was journeying in pursuit of Things Divine and of the Commandments. As he reaches the neighborhood of the hillock in the area named Tepeyac, already Dawn is brightening. Distinctly he hears from the top of the hillock a singing, like that of varied rare birds of song. Time and again subside those voices, as if for the hill itself to answer. How utterly soothing to the heart, how cheering to the soul, is their song, surpassing that of the Shrillbird, that of the Bellbird, that of every other kind of Lovely Songbird!
Juan Diego stands still, gazes motionless. He says to himself: "Could it be that I be worthy? Could it be that I deserve what I am hearing? Is it that I am dreaming? Is it that I am sleep-walking? Where am I? Where indeed do I seem to be? Could it be even yonder, In the place they used to tell us of, Those Ancient Men, Those Great Great Grandfathers of ours-- There in the Land of the Flowers' Bloom, There in the Land of our Flesh's Corn? Could it be even yonder, There in the Land of the Heavenly Ones?" Gazing he is to the top of that hillock, towards the Region of the Sallying Sun, whence sallies forth also that heavenly, lovely song. Then suddenly ceases the song, and hearkens he to the stillness: then hears he a Call, coming to him from the top of the hillock, and saying: "Juanio, Juan Dieguito!"
Thereupon ventures he to make his way up to where he is being called, Nothing of disturbance is in his heart, nor any stunning shock; rather is he full content with it all, full glorying in it all, as he clambers up the hillock, whither he has been gazing and whence has been coming his Call.
Upon his reaching the top of the hillock, he catches sight of a Woman, One Who has been taking Her stand there. She beckons him to come on, closer up to Herself. Upon reaching Her Presence, he greatly marvels at Her extreme, Her surpassing, Her perfect Wonderfulness. Her garments are as the Sun, gleaming, glittering. Even the boulder, the crag, on which She takes Her stand sparkles in Resplendence, like fine Emerald Jade on a Bangle when it shines, like the swarming Glow of a Rainbow in the Gloom. Even the soil, the brambles and prickles and the rest of the varied weeds that struggle to survive there are shining Like Emerald, like Divine Turquoise, to the tip of every leaf; are glittering like the Golden Scourings of the Gods up every stalk and twig and thorn. In Her Presence he prostrates; he listens to Her Utterance, Her Declaration. These are as of One Who sets others at ease, One Who is Herself of the Gentry born, One Whose Manner is to attract, One Whose Attitude is esteem. She addresses him: "Do listen to Me, My Littlest One, Juanito! Whither are you betaking yourself?" He in turn makes reply: "My Sovereign, O Woman, My Maiden, it is yonder that I am bound, to Your Dwelling in Mexico-Tlatilolko, in pursuit of Things Divine which they minister to us, which they teach to us, those Representatives of the Person of Our Sovereign, who are our Priests."
Forthwith She informs him, She presents to him Her Sacred Wish. She addresses him: "Do know this, do be assured of it in your heart, My Littlest One, that I Myself, I am the Entirely and Ever Virgin Saint Mary, Mother of the True Divinity, God Himself: Because of Him, Life goes on, Creation goes on; His are all things afar, His are all things near at hand, things above in the Heavens, things here below on the Earth. How truly I wish it, how greatly I desire it, that here they should erect Me My Temple! Here would I show forth, here would I lift up to view, here would I make a gift of all My Fondness for My Dear Ones, all My Regard for My Needy Ones, My Willingness to Aid them, My Readiness to Protect them. For truly I Myself, I am your Compassionate Mother, yours, for you yourself, for everybody here in the Land, for each and all together, for all others too, for all Folk of every kind, who do but cherish Me, who do but raise their voices to Me, who do but seek Me, who do but raise their trust to Me. For here I shall listen to their groanings, to their saddenings; here shall I make well and heal up their each and every kind of disappointment, of exhausting pangs, of bitter aching pain.
But in order to realize what I have in mind in My Regard for My Needy Ones, do you, please, go to the Palace of the Bishop of Mexico; Go and tell him how it is I Myself who am commissioning you that you should present to him how strongly I desire it that here he should house Me, that here, on the level ground, he should erect My Temple. And give him a full account of all you have seen and wondered at and of whatever you have heard.
And do be assured of it in your heart that I shall be full grateful and that I shall repay; for I shall enrich you and make you prosperous and you shall very much merit that I compensate you for the fatigue and the exertion of your going to procure what I am commissioning you to do. And so you have heard, My Littlest One, My Utterance, My Declaration; do, please, betake yourself and make every effort to carry it out."
Forthwith he prostrated in Her Presence and addressed Her: "My Sovereign, O Woman, already am I going that I may realize Your Utterance, Your Declaration. May I but take leave of You, I, Your needy vassal." Down he went at once to go and realize his commission, he met up with the Road of Return and straight off he headed for Mexico City.
Upon reaching the womb of the city, at once he headed straight for the Palace of the Bishop. This was the Priestly Chieftain who had but recently taken office; his name was Don Fray Juan de Zumarraga, a priest of Saint Francis. Having reached there, he at once tried hard to get to see him, begging his stewards and domestics that he might go in and visit him. Then, after quite a delay, someone did come out and call him in, for the Lord Bishop had given orders that he enter.
When he had entered, he knelt and prostrated in his Presence. Forthwith he presented and recounted the Utterance, the Declaration of the Heavenly Woman, Her Commission to him. Moreover, he told him of all he had marvelled at, of all he had seen, of all he had heard. Upon hearing the whole of his declaration and commission, he seemed to make of it something less than the truth. He made answer and told him: "Son, some other time you must come along, when I must listen to you at leisure; I shall look into the root of the matter for which you have come along and consider it, this wish, this desire of yours."
Off he sallied. Yet sadly trod he, for the Bishop had not really credited his commission. Thus turned he back and straight he headed, still that same day, for the top of the hillock.
When he reached the Presence of the heavenly woman, the Place where She had first appeared to him, there She was, standing and waiting for him. As soon as he caught sight of Her, he prostrated, flung himself to the ground in Her Presence, and addressed her: My Sovereign, Milady, O Woman, My Littlest One, O Maiden, I have been to where you commissioned me that I go and realize Your Utterance, Your Declaration. Albeit with difficulty, I did enter into the Quarters of the Priestly Chieftain; I saw him and I laid before him Your Utterance, Your Declaration, Just as You had bidden me do. He received me cheerfully and listened to me in goodly mood, and yet when he answered me, it was as if his heart were not in it, as if he made of it less than the Truth. He said to me: 'Another time you shall come along, when I shall listen to you at leisure; I shall look into the root of the matter for which you have come along, this desire, this wish of yours'.
Well could I see from the way he was answering me that he was still thinking about whether this Temple of Yours, which You wish that they make for You here, were not something I had merely created, rather than being from Your Lips. Thus earnestly do I beg of You, My Sovereign, O Woman, My Maiden, that it be one of the Esteemed Gentry, one whose countenance is recognized, whose countenance is revered, and who himself is held in honor: Let it be on him that you enjoin it, let it be he that bears it, that carries it, this utterance, this Declaration of Yours. That it be believed. For I indeed am pitiably poor, for I am harness, for I am hod, for I am all haunches, all elbows, for I am of the Dispossessed, for I am a packcarrier; for it is not mine to exist there, for it is not mine to set foot there, there where you bid me to go.
O My Maiden, My Littlest One, Milady, O Woman, please do grant me pardon that I be troubling Your Countenance, Your Heart, that I be stepping, that I be stumbling into Your Frowning Annoyance, into your Rightful Wrath, Milady, O My Sovereign!" And the Wondrous Ever Virgin made answer: "Do listen to this, My Littlest One, and let your heart be assured. That it is not to the Wealthy Ones among My Stewards, My Commissioners, that I am wont to leave it that they should bear My Utterances, My Declarations, or that they should realize My Wishes. Thus rather is it necessary that it be you yourself who live this through, who act as spokesman on this matter, and that it be by your hand that it be realized, that it be done, this Will, this Wish of Mine.
And so well may I beg of you, My Littlest One, and strongly do I bid you, that once more, on the morrow, you go, you go and visit the Bishop. On My Behalf let him know, let him listen well, how it is My Will and My Wish that he realize, that he make, the Temple for which I am asking.
And indeed say to him once more how it is I Myself, the Ever Virgin Saint Mary, Mother of God, Who am commissioning you." So Juan Diego made answer and told her: "My Sovereign, O Woman, My Maiden. Let me not trouble Your Countenance, Your Heart; for indeed with all my own heart I shall go, I shall go and realize Your Utterance, Your Declaration. By no means shall I leave it aside or reckon the road laborious; I shall go, I shall go and do Your Will--- Though I well may not be listened to in goodly mood, and even if I am listened to, I may not be believed. Tomorrow then, in the afternoon, when the Sun is entering its Home, I shall come and bring back Your Utterance, Your Declaration, with whatever the Priestly Chieftain shall have answered me. And now I beg to take leave of You, My Littlest One, My Maiden, Milady, O Woman. Do, then, rest Yourself a little." And forthwith home went he and took his own rest. On the morrow, the Sunday, while it was still quite dark, (darkness thick around him), forth he sallied from his home and straight he headed for Tlatilolko, There to learn the Things Divine and to be counted on the Roll and, after that, to visit the Priestly Chieftain.
Thus, around ten o'clock, Preparation was made and Mass was heard; thereafter the Roll was counted, and all the Indians dispersed hither and yon. As for Juan Diego himself, he immediately went to the Palace of the Lord Bishop. When he reached it, he made every effort to get to see him and did, after much difficulty, get so to see him. He knelt at his feet, weeping and sad, to call to his attention and present to him the Utterance, the Declaration of the Heavenly Woman, so that the Commission, the Wish of the Ever Virgin might be believed And that they undertake to build, undertake to erect Her Temple, there where She had indicated, where She had wished.
But full many a topic did the Lord Bishop ask and inquire about before his heart could settle itself: Where it had been that he had seen Her, and after what manner. All of which Juan Diego proved well able to recount to him in full; yet, though he could keep every detail straight as to the form taken and as to all he had seen, all he had marvelled at, and as to how it was indeed the Ever Virgin who had appeared to him, that Wondrous Dear Mother of Our Redeemer, Our Lord Jesus Christ, Even so did the Bishop make of it something less than the Truth, asserting to him that his mere word, his mere asking, was not enough for the doing, the realizing of what he was asking for; Because there was indeed need of something of a Signal that he might be properly believed in regard to how it was the Heavenly Woman Herself who had commissioned him. So when Juan Diego heard this, he addressed the Bishop; "Sir Chieftain, let us see to it; of what kind shall it be, this Signal you are asking for? Forthwith I shall go, I shall go and request it of the Heavenly Woman Who commissioned me hither". The Bishop, however, seeing how he was treating it as the Truth and was not at all embarrassed or taken aback, simply sent him along.
However, once he was gone, he immediately gave orders to some of his household, in whom he had personal trust, that they should follow along behind him and should keep on the lookout as to where he went and whom he saw and accosted. This, then, was done. As for Juan Diego, he immediately headed straight off to follow the Road of Return, whilst they were following along behind him. Then, where the Causeway begins, in the neighborhood of Tepeyac, and there is the Wooden Bridge, they lost him: though they searched everywhere, nowhere did they see him. Thus they merely turned back again, not only because they were intensely weary of it all, but also because he had embarrassed them and had kindled their wrath.
Thus they went and called it to the attention of the Lord Bishop, and would have dissuaded him from believing him. They said he was only deceiving and deliberately lying in whatever he had been there to assert, or else that he had been merely dreaming and was barely awoken from sleep in whatever he had been there to request. Moreover, they told him that if ever he came along again and returned, there and then they would seize him and sternly chastise him, that he never again tell lies, tongue-in-cheek like that.
On the morrow, the Monday, when Juan Diego was to have carried something of a Signal that he might be believed, he did not in fact return again. For when he had reached home there had been an Uncle of his, named Juan Bernardino, upon whom the pestilence had lighted, and it was indeed worsening. He had been to call in the physician, taking such action as he could, but time had been against them and things had worsened indeed.
So while it was still dark his Uncle had begged him that, at dawn, when the dark would be clearing, he should sally forth to Tlatilolko, going to call in one of the Priests that he come over to hear his confession and to prepare him. For his heart was assured that the time was now ripe for him to die and that he would never again be getting up, never healing up again. Thus on the Tuesday, while it was still quite dark all around, Juan Diego sallied forth from his home to call in a Priest from over at Tlatilolko.
Just as he was arriving in the neighborhood of the hillock of Tepeyac, at its foot, where the road leads off on the side of the Homing Sun, where he had previously been wont to travel,
This is what he was thinking: "If I simply go straight along the Road, it will be in vain, for the Woman will catch sight of me and will again come and detain me for me to carry something of a Signal to the Priestly Chieftain as he has given me orders to do. Ah! Let us first be rid of our trouble! Ah! Let me first go and call in the Mendicant Priest! For my Uncle is surely awaiting him!"
So he forthwith detoured around the hill climbing up the ravine on the other slope, on the side of the Sallying Sun. He went and travelled this way so as to reach Mexico City more promptly by not having the Heavenly Woman detain him. Her he spotted, however; for down his way She was coming, from the top of the hillock, from which She had been gazing on him all along and upon which he had earlier been wont to see her. There She came and intercepted him; there, on the flank of the hill, she came and halted him. She addressed him: "So, My Littlest One, whither are you going? Whom are you off to see?" And himself! Will he not be a little embarrassed? Will he not be perhaps abashed? Will he not be perhaps shocked? Filled with awe? Before Her Countenance he prostrates himself and salutes her. He addresses Her: "O My Maiden, My Littlest One, O Woman, Contentment Be Yours! How has felt the Dawn upon Your Countenance? How feels the Health within your Lovely Flesh? My Sovereign, My Bairn! I shall be troubling Your Countenance, Your Heart, but do take cognizance, O My Maiden, that there is someone very sick: to Yourself, a mere vassal, to me, an Uncle. A great Pestilence has lighted upon him and presently he shall be dying of it. Even now I am making haste to Your Dwelling in Mexico; I shall summon one of those dear to our Sovereign, one of our Priests, that he come to hear his confession, come to prepare him. For indeed, from when we are born we have to be on the watch for the travail of our Death. But once I have realized this task, I shall then head back here again and shall go and shall bear Your Utterance, Your Declaration, Milady, My Maiden. But do pardon me, and bear with me in all patience, for I am not deceiving You, My Littlest One, My Bairn. No, tomorrow I shall be back and shall sally forth with speed!" And when She had listened to this declaration of Juan Diego's, the Compassionate Ever Virgin made reply: "Do listen, do be assured of it in your heart, My Littlest One, that nothing at all should alarm you, should trouble you, nor in any way disturb your countenance, your heart. And do not be afraid of this Pestilence, nor of any other pestilence or any rasping hardship. For am I not here, I, Your Mother? Are you not in the cool of My Shadow? in the Breeziness of My Shade? Is it not I that am your Source of Contentment? Are you not cradled in My Mantle? cuddled in the Crossing of My Arms? Is there anything else for you to need? Nothing else, though, should trouble you, should disquiet you. And do not let it trouble you, this pestilence of your Uncle's, for he is not going to die of it now.
Do be assured of it in your heart that he has already healed up." (And it was indeed just then that his Uncle did heal up, as later came to be known.) While Juan Diego was listening to this Utterance, this Declaration of the Heavenly Woman, he was greatly heartened, his heart well content. So he begged of Her that She now commission him to go and see the Lord Bishop and to bear him something of a Signal as a proof whereby to believe in him.
The Heavenly Woman immediately bade him climb up to the top of the hillock, where She had earlier been revealing herself. She told him: "Climb up, My Littlest One, to the top of the hillock, there where you saw Me earlier and I gave you orders. There you will now see a variety of Flowers: pick them, gather them, bundle them, bring them down, carrying them here to My Presence."
So Juan Diego immediately went and climbed to the top of the hillock, and, on reaching the top, he greatly marvelled at all the blossoming, all the burgeoning of varied Castilian Garden Flowers, in what was neither the season nor site for them. For this was when the Frost is severe; yet remarkably fragrant they were, with nocturnal Dewdrops like precious Pearls.
Immediately he began to pick them; full many of them he gathered and put into the fold of his mantle. Now that top of a hillock was by no means a spot for Flowers to grow, for it was all rocks, all spikes, all thorns, all prickles, all brambles; And if ever some weedy old plant did grow there, this was now the month of December, in which the Frost consumes everything, which makes everything perish. Down he came, then, bearing to the Heavenly Woman the varied Flowers he had picked. She in turn, upon inspecting them, took them up in Her Own Hands and again delicately replaced them in the fold of his mantle. She addressed him: "My Littlest One, these varied Flowers are themselves the Proof, the Sign, you are to carry to the Bishop. You are to say to him on My Behalf that in them he should see My Wish, My Will. And as for yourself, you, My Trusty Commissioner, I strongly bid you that only in front of the Bishop should you unwrap your Tilma and show what you are carrying. You shall recount to him in full and tell him how I bade you climb to the top of the hillock and go about picking these Flowers; tell him all you have seen and wondered at, that thus you may lift up the heart of the Priestly Chieftain so that he act the spokesman for the building and erection of My Temple, as I have been requesting of him."
So when the Heavenly Woman had thus given him Her bidding off he went and followed the Road of Return into Mexico City. Heading straight along it with contented stride, striding with heart assured of the goodly outcome of so goodly a burden, And yet striding with full care for what was in the fold of his mantle, lest any of it tumble out as he strode. Still, amid his striding he gloried in the fragrance of those varied Garden Flowers.
When he reached the Palace of the Bishop there came out to meet him the Housekeepers and sundry Domestics of the Chieftain Priest. So he begged them to tell him of how he wished to get to see him; not one of them, however, was willing to, and all made as if they did not wish to hear him. This may have been because it was still rather dark or else because they recognized him and he merely troubled them by his importunate hanging around. Moreover, their friends had called to their attention how they had gone and lost him when they had been following along behind him. So for quite some delay he stood there, waiting for some word, but when they saw how long he had been waiting, standing there on his feet and stooped over, quite idle, just waiting to be summoned, And how, it seemed, he had brought some object folded in his mantle, they did finally come up to him to get a look at what he might be carrying, just to satisfy their hearts in passing. Thus, when Juan Diego had seen that he could scarcely hide from them what he was carrying, for they were now hard-pressing him, shoving him about and manhandling him, He did let them glimpse that it was Flowers. When they thus saw that it was lots of varied Castilian Flowers and that it was not then the season for them to grow, they greatly marvelled at that, and also at how fresh they were and how blooming and how fragrant and how wonderful.
They desired to snatch a few of them and to grab them for themselves; three times over did they try to do this, but in their attempts at grasping they could not manage at all. For as soon as they would take hold of them it would no longer be Flowers they were seeing but, as it were, a painting or an embroidery or something sewn on to the Tilma for them to see.
Thereupon they did go and announce to the Lord Bishop what they had seen and that the Indian was wishing to visit him, the one who had come along so many times, and that there had already been a long delay in his waiting for word about this desire to visit him. As soon as the Bishop heard tell of this he immediately knew in his heart that this was the Proof whereby his heart was to reach certainty so that he could bring to realization what the little fellow had been soliciting.
He then gave orders to have him enter forthwith so as to visit him. So he entered and prostrated himself in his Presence, as he had previously done. Once again he recounted all that he had seen and marvelled at and all about his commission. He addressed him: "My Lord Chieftain, I have now done, I have realized what you gave me orders to do. Namely, I have been to tell that Person, Madame, the Heavenly Woman, Holy Mary, the Dear Mother of God, That you had asked of Her something of a Signal for you to be able to believe in me and so to build Her Temple there where She had requested it of you that you erect it for Her. Moreover, I had told Her clearly that I had given you my word that I would bring back to you some such Signal as a proof of Her Wish, for you had left it thus in my hands.
When She heard tell of this utterance, this declaration of yours, she received it contentedly that you should be asking something of a Signal, a Proof, so that Her Wish might be done and realized. And just now, while it was still quite dark, when She was giving me orders to come again to visit you, I requested of Her this something of a Signal for me to be believed, just as She had told me She would be giving me. And forthwith She put it into realization, sending me to the top of the hillock, where I had earlier been wont to see Her: I was to go and pick varied Castilian Flowers.
All the while I well knew that that was not a site for Flowers, there on the top of the hillock, for it was all rocks, all spikes, all thornbush, all prickly, all brambles. Not that I was taken aback! Not that I wavered! No, I reached the top of that hillock and I gazed upon what had become a Land of the Flowers' Bloom, wherein were united each and every kind of the Garden Flowers of Castile, with the Sun gleaming on their Dewdrops.
And so I went ahead and picked them. She told me to give them to you on Her Behalf so that, through them, I might bring about your seeing in them the Signal you had requested in order for you to bring Her Wish to realization, and so that the truth of my own word, my own commission, might be apparent. Yes, here they are! Do but deign to receive them! Just as he was unwrapping that white Tilma of his, in which had lain folded those Flowers, so as to strew them forth, Flowers in all their Castilian variety, Suddenly, upon that Tilma, there flashed a Portrait, there sallied into view a Sacred Image of that Ever Virgin Holy Mary, Mother of God. In the likeness it even now retains where, even now, it is so reverently kept, over at Her Sacred Dwelling, at Her Temple entitled Guadalupe.
Thus the Lord Bishop and all who were with him there could see, each for himself, and all of them did kneel and greatly wondered. They rose once more to gaze, saddened and blaming themselves, their hearts and thoughts aloft. The Lord Bishop, weeping and saddened, begged and entreated to be forgiven for not having earlier realized Her Wish, Her Utterance, Her Declaration. Upon his rising, he undid the Garment, the Tilma, from Juan Diego's neck, to which it had been tied. On it She had appeared, upon it She had portrayed Herself, She, the Heavenly Woman. And so, reverently carrying it, he came and established it in his Oratory.
Thus Juan Diego spent that whole day in the Dwelling of the Bishop, who, of course, detained him. On the morrow, the Bishop said: "So now for you to let us see where it is the Wish of the Heavenly Woman that Her Temple be erected!" Immediately a multitude was summoned for its building, its erection. As for Juan Diego, once he had let them see where the Heavenly Woman had bidden that Her Temple be erected, he immediately sought leave, For he wished to get home to visit his Uncle Juan Bernardino, the one who had been so sick when he had left him all alone so as to call in one of the Priests from over at Tlatilolko to hear his confession and to prepare him, and concerning whom the Heavenly Woman had said that he had already healed up. But they would not let him go alone; they escorted him right to his home. Upon reaching it, they saw his Uncle and how he had healed up and that he was no longer sick at all. He too in turn marvelled greatly at how his nephew was being escorted and being treated with such honor. He inquired of his nephew why the likes of this was being done, this treatment of him with such honor. So Juan Diego in turn told how, when he had set out to call in the Priest to hear his Confession and prepare him, there had, over at Tepeyac, revealed Herself to him a Heavenly Woman, One Who had commissioned him to go and see the Lord Bishop in Mexico City, that he might set up a house for Her there at Tepeyac.
And how She had also told him not to trouble himself inasmuch as his Uncle had already healed up, And how he had been greatly heartened thereby. His Uncle said that it was indeed true that it had been then that he had healed up, and that She had revealed Herself to him also, in exactly the same likeness in which She had been revealing Herself to the nephew, And that She had told him moreover how She had commissioned him to Mexico City to see the Bishop, and that upon his going to see him he would present to him and inform him of what he had seen. He also told how marvelously She had healed him. And how She was entitling Her Sacred Image --as indeed it ought to be entitled-- the Ever Virgin Holy Mary of Guadalupe. Forthwith they conducted Juan Bernardino into the presence of the Lord Bishop for him to give information and to testify before him. Then, along with his nephew Juan Diego, they housed him in the Bishop's home for a few days. In the meanwhile, a Temple was being erected for the Sovereign Woman over at Tepeyac, where She had revealed Herself to Juan Diego. The Lord Bishop transferred the Sacred Image of the Dear Heavenly Woman into the Principal Church, removing it from the Oratory within his Palace where it had been standing, so that more people could see and marvel at the Sacred Image. For indeed this whole City, one and all, was astir and was visiting and marvelling at Her Sacred Image, doing it homage and making prayers before it. Greatly did they marvel at how divinely miraculously it had appeared, For it had not been any earthbound mortal who had painted that Sacred Representation.
Translation by Fr. Martinus Cawley of a text published in the Nahuatl language of the Aztecs by Luis Lasso de la Vega in 1649 about the story of Our Lady of Guadalupe. It comes from a booklet printed by the Monks of Guadalupe, Guadalupe Abbey, Box 97, Lafayette, Oregon 97127.
Oh! Immaculate Virgin, Mother of the true God and Mother of the Church! Who from this place reveal your clemency and your pity to all those who ask for your protection, hear the prayer that we address to You with filial trust, and present it to your Son Jesus, our sole Redeemer.
Mother of Mercy, Teacher of hidden and silent sacrifice, to You, who come to meet us sinners, we consecrate on this day all our being and all our love. We also consecrate to You our life, our work, our joys, our infirmities and our sorrows. Grant peace, justice and prosperity to our peoples; for we entrust to your care all that we have and all that we are, our Lady and Mother. We wish to be entirely yours and to walk with You along the way of complete faithfulness to Jesus Christ in His Church; hold us always with your loving hand. Virgin of Guadalupe, Mother of the Americas, we pray to You for all the Bishops, that they may lead the faithful along paths of intense Christian life, of love and humble service of God and souls. Contemplate this immense harvest, and intercede with the Lord that He may instill a hunger for holiness in the whole people of God, and grant abundant vocations of priests and religious, strong in the faith and zealous dispensers of God’s mysteries. Grant to our homes the grace of loving and respecting life in its beginnings, with the same love with which you conceived in your womb the life of the Son of God. Blessed Virgin Mary, protect our families, so that they may always be united, and bless the upbringing of our children. Our hope, look upon us with compassion, teach us to go continually to Jesus and, if we fall, help us to rise again, to return to Him, by means of the confession of our faults and sins in the Sacrament of Penance, which gives peace to the soul. We beg You to grant us a great love for all the holy Sacraments, which are, as it were, the signs that your Son left us on earth. Thus, Most Holy Mother, with the peace of God in our conscience, with our hearts free from evil and hatred, we will be able to bring to all true joy and true peace, which come to us from your Son, our Lord Jesus Christ, who with God the Father and the Holy Spirit, lives and reigns forever and ever. Amén.
His Holiness Pope St. John Paul II, Mexico January 1979. Visiting the Basilica of Our Lady of Guadalupe during his first foreign trip as Pope.
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