The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1901-11-24
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OF soul.
When your correspondent asked for an
explanation Of some Of his miracles now
on everybody's lips he answered: Love.
my son, nothing but love. Yes, and patience
too n perhaps also the gift TO put my
self into my brothers place. When 1
find a man or woman all dOwn-trodden
and d~espised and painful 10 look upon
and, apparently, criminal in deed and in
tent. I forget about how things ought to
be: I think with the lost sleeps brain,
feel with his heart, reckon with his cir
cumstances. I make his profit or loss &C
counts my own and thus we understand
each other without humiliating confessions
IN his part. without presumption on m ,e.
You see. I never forget w happened
TO st. Augustine when he was composing
his book on the Trinity. One day as he
was walking on the strand J saw a
little child making a hole in the sand. and
asked him what he was doing. The child
replied: Il am making a hole 70 drain the
water Of the sea" The doctor smiled
telling the child it would be impossible to
DO so, but the child made answer. mot
so. Augustine. 1t would be far easier to
drain Off the waters Of the great deep
than for finite to grasp the infinite"
Ills LATEST
The saints latest miracle that set all the
world wondering is the remarkable cure of
a paralytic, described as follows:
Some two weeks ago Annushka Litoos, an
elderly woman who was a helpless cripple
for years-at least she thought herself one
and acted accordingly. as all her relatives
and friends assert-Annushka was carried
to the little house on the outskirts Of Cron-
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he might pray over her. The invalid told
St John that she had been unable to move
a limb since 1890. and begged him TO cure
her. IF you do" she said. II vow to utilize
my bodily strength for the glory of the
Almighty only. devoting the rest of my life
10 prayer and charity"
Papa Ivan fastened his great. impressive
eyes on the sick woman, looking at her
fxedly for thirty or more seconds with a
mild yet persuasive gaze.
"Annushka." he said after a little while.
I'm afraid God may have punished you
for neglecting to make the sign of the cross
at the beginning and conclusion of prayer.
Try it now and together we will ask for the
Lords forgiveness"
But 1 can't" gasped the cripple.
II asked you to try. Annushka- Believe
me- dOu VIII ldht luc Will ~ ne 0CCus
The cripple again protested her inability
and fought long and hard against the
priests suggestive influence. but her un-
conscious resistance finally ceased and her
arm and hand moved. touching forehead
and breast. the right and the left.
Then Papa Ivan prayed over her, while
she kept on making the sign of the cross.
After prayer he said: God is satisfied with
your repentance. daughter. The pans you
suffered in complying with His demand
were your punishment. Now rise. so by
and by, you may thank Him on your
Bonded knees for your delivery"
With that the good priest passed his arm
around her back and shoulders to support
her, while one Of the sisters removed the
blankets from Annushka's limbs. A look
of determination came into the cripple's
face. Lower your head to mine, Papa
IVAN" she whispered; 'let me drink in
spiration from your eyes"
St. John did as asked. and a CULVER went
through Annushka's emaciated form. God
helps those who help themselves" spoke
John, solemnly. And the cripple did rise,
and afterward, leaning on a friends arm,
walked to the altar, where the priest
chaztsd the TIE Deum in praise Of her re-
oovery.
HEALING A CONSUMPTIVB FAMILY.
At the suggestion OF a local military Of
fcer l called on the Alexikova family, liv-
ing on a small farm near the town. 1 found
a middle-aged man, wife and young daugh-
ter of fifteen. My wife comes from con-
sumptive stock" he said, and our little
girl inherited the disease. Finally 1 got it
myself and our very existence was threat
ened. The doctors gave US medicine and
advice. but couldn't conceal the fact that
all three of us were doomed; indeed, unlike
other consumptives. we felt so ourselves.
Then the fame OF Pop Ivan penetrated to
US, who were then living in the vast city
of St. Petersburg. One Sunday, after mass,
1 went TO the holy father and told him our
troubles. What is your business and in
come, my son? he asked in his mild way.
I'm a brewer and earn about 5000 rou-
bles a year
TT means that you nave a little
money put away
YES, father
Enough TO buy a small farm, a few
cows and a horse to help you work it?'
u think so. father
Then do as 1 tell you and you and yours
wiz be cured. Sell your brewery and re-
turn TO natural ife-the life all men were
destined for. that of a tiller of the soil.
Your farm must contain no more ground
than you and your wife and daughter can
manage without aid from anybody.
Live in the open as much as possible
and live on vegetables only, food produced
by the sweat of your brow. AS for that
part OF your fortune. not sunk in the farm.
its implements and live stock, give it to
the poor-their blessings. the consciousness
OF having done right will bring peace to
your mind and help you to recover.
"And it did," continued the ex-brewer.
LOOK at mel there isn't a healthier and
happier man In all this empire" He put his
hand to his mouth: "Maritzka, Tatiana,
come and speak TO the gentleman"
The mother, who may be forty-ive years
old, is a thin woman, but wiry and healthy
Of complexion. the girl looks a buxom
country lassie. They corroborated all their
elder had said. when 1 was little
laughed Tatiana, II had a watch and many
costly trinkets 1 gave them TO the church
TO adorn the good Saints statues-they
gave me health and life in return Could
there be anything better?"