Actually, there are not two
but three Felician Sisters in Kamchatka, from the very beginning! You already know us, and who is the third one?
The answer is very simple - our Foundress
Blessed Mary Angela. Going to Kamchatka,
we took her relics with us and thus, without a passport and visa she is with
us. Her feast day will be on October 10,
so we are slowly coming to an end of the preparatory novena with our
parishioners. We are preparing to
celebrate. We encourage and invite you to
join us in praising God for the gift of the Blessed Mary Angela! Without her, we – Felician Sisters – would not
exist.
Blessed Maria Angela Truszkowska (1825-1899). Blessed Angela did not pursue admiration, fame, or greatness
... She simply served the most needy, seeing Christ in them. Following in the footsteps of St. Francis, she
wanted to make God known, loved and glorified.
Her greatest
desire was to become a “sacrifice of love”.
She understood
this love as a selfless gift of herself.
Mother wanted
to give
Not merely a bite
after a bite as you give out alms of bread
She wanted to
give herself to the poorest
To be all for them
Because such was
Mother Angela
Warsaw, misery
of attics,
Rot of
basements, paralytics,
The villages
of Podlasie,
Children,
Units.
Catechism for
the people,
The shape of
the first letter
Written by a
hard hand of a peasant
-it was a
mission of Mother Angela
Of the heart
which loves in a concrete way.
The burden which
the others did not want to touch,
did not shock
her.
She took “it”
for a piece entrusted to her by God
So that, through
all, He is loved more,
So that
everywhere He is known, praised and glorified.
To the works omitted
by all
Did Felician
sisters go
For they did
not know the limits of sacrifice.
They went to prisons,
To villagers’
huts
To heal
To teach
To comfort
To feed,
and—if need be—to die.
And die they
did
Marking the
pioneering trail with graves
"Because
there is no greater love."
Christ had the
face of the child of the gutter
And eyes of
the aged dying alone in agony
And the face
of the insurgent, from the wounds of whom
Almost all blood
is gone
And the face of
the Russian soldier in a field hospital.
This Christ
was thirsty
Clothed in rags
Buried with
debris in the soul of the baptized one.
But he is
still Christ.
For mother Angela
To love meant to give
To give
wastefully
everything
requested by love
To serve
tirelessly,
Watch ever alert
Constantly listen
from where the cry for rescue comes
To watch in open
door
With even
wider open heart.
A person is
not satisfied with a hunk of bread
Comfortable
life
Clean shirt on
his back
A person needs
to have restored the dignity
Of the Child
of God
To see the
goal
To be aware from
whence he came and where he is going.
And so they
went out, the daughters of Mother Angela
Inconspicuous,
grayish-brown
Standing at
human crossroads
As signposts
of happiness
Being for the
people like sparks of fire
Lighted by the
fire taken from the Eucharist
Broken as the
host
As the Host
for all.
Since the
authority of the Church
Has put a seal
on the work of Mother Angela
We, her
daughters,
Write anew
Felician poems with our lives
Together we
open a new chapter
Of the book of
heroism
Of the generosity
of happiness.
We today
decide the size of the epic
Giving out the
fruit
To the measure
of our dying.
Our heart for
God
Help to the
Homeland
Service to mankind
Bandage for the
injured ones
Prayer for the
persecutors
Forgiveness of
enemies
And LOVE to all!!!
If you are in Krakow, you must visit the church of
Felician Sisters on Smolensk Street. Our
Foundress is buried there. It is also worth
visiting the Museum and Archives of Bl. M. Angela at Mikolajska Street in
Krakow.
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