星期日不應工作， La Salette Mary

 

La salette Mary about the sabbatical obligation, should rest 

我的告解神父教我

醫生， 警察， 巴士司機，電力公司， 地鐵工作人員， 當然星期日要 上班。 有些人星期一至六要上班， 當然星期日買必須品和出外吃飯。 但我們這些可以在星期一至六購物， 出外吃飯的， 就星期日盡量不購買和出外吃飯。 除非緊急買東西， 不買會死人， 那樣星期日也可買東西

取錄自

慈光普照

傅文輝神父譯

第六十五頁

流淚的聖母（ La Salette Mary)

聖母又對他們説話， 先用法語， 然後用方言。 

“ 假如我的人民不聽我， 我將要不得已放鬆我兒子的手， 他的手是這樣的沉重， 這樣的力大，我再也不能阻止他。 我為你們受苦多麼長久了！假如我的兒子不丟棄你們， 那我必須不斷懇求他。 不過你們不太注意這事。 不拘你們將來祈禱怎樣好， 不管你們怎樣做事， 你們總也不及我為你們所受的苦。”

“我給你們指定六天工作。 第七日要保留給我。 沒有一人能這樣做。 就是此事使得我的兒子雙手沉重， 而懲罰你們。”

“趕車的人常濫用我兒子的名發誓。 這兩件事令我兒子的手沉重（ 發誓和濫用基督之名）”

“假如莊稼損壞了， 那是你們的過錯。 我用馬鈴薯去年警告過你們。 你們總是不注意的。 相反地，一旦你們發覺馬鈴薯腐爛了， 你們就發誓， 濫用我兒子的名字。 馬鈴薯還要繼續壞， 今年聖誕節時， 一個也留不下。

假如你們種五穀， 就是播種也沒用處， 因為你們所種的，禽獸要來吞吃， 當你們打穀時， 任何出芽的部份也要破碎。

有一次大飢荒就要來， 但是在它要來之前， 未滿七歲的孩子要患顫抖病，死在爸媽的懷裏。成人要藉著飢餓來賠補自己的罪過。 葡萄要腐爛， 核桃也要變壞。”

“ 假如人民回心轉意，山石要變成堆堆的小麥， 人們也要發現馬鈴薯要發芽生長。”

停一會兒， 聖母用一種嚴厲的眼光問

“你們祈禱嗎？ 我的孩子們！”

馬西民和梅蘭尼呢喃着， 面帶羞容説

“ 我們幾乎不祈禱”

“ 啊， 我的孩子們， 早晚祈禱非常重要。 幾時你們沒有時間， 至少要唸一遍天主經和聖母經。 幾時有時間， 就唸多些。”

那時聖母又回到責怪他們的問題上

“只有相當少數的幾個老婆婆，在夏天去參與彌撒。所有其他人在整個夏天， 每主日去工作。 冬天， 他們不知道要做什麼， 他們去望彌撒只為嘲弄宗教。 在四旬期， 他們像犬一般去肉店。”

聖母又問說，

“ 我的孩子們！ 你們曾經看到穀子腐爛沒有？”

馬西民答説

“我們不知道”

“ 我的孩子！ 你昔日在關鎮附近， 一定同你的父親見過。 地主對你的爸爸說， 看一看這腐爛的穀子。 

你們倆人便去了。 你們把兩三粒穀子拿在手裏， 你們揉搓穀種，穀種即被搓成穀粉， 以後你們從關鎮回來。 當你們只有半點鐘離開高爾鎮時，你的爸爸就給了你一塊麵包，說： 噢， 我的孩子！ 不管怎樣，你今年吃些麵包吧！ 假如麥子這樣腐壞，我不知道誰還吃得上麵包！”

聖母有愛心的注視他們， 吩咐他們說，

“ 我的孩子們，你們要讓我所有的人民都知道此事。”

她重複她的叮囑說

“ 你們要讓所有百姓都知道此事”.

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附：聖女小德蘭父親星期六買定星期日麵包

教會話星期日不應守大小齋

我認為

星期六可以出外吃飯時

買多少少餸

例如買多個蛋糕和pizza

星期日自己弄來吃

翻熱佢

都好好味

不一定出街吃

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English book

From

Marian shrine of France

By

Francican friars of the immaculate

Page 

49

La Salette Mary said,

" Come to me , my children, "

" Do not be afraid. I am here to tell you something of the greatest importance." She spoke in French, not in their patois.

"If my people will not obey, I shall be compelled to loose my son's arm. It is so heavy,so pressing that I can no longer restrain it . How long I have suffered for you! If my son is not to cast you off , I am obliged to entreat him without ceasing. But you take not the least notice of that. No matter how well you pray in the future, no matter how well you act， you will never be able to make up to me what I have endured for your sake."

"I have appointed six days for your working.The  seventh I have reserved for myself.And no one will give it to me .This is which causes the weight of my son's arm to be so crushing. The cart drivers cannot sweat without bringing in my son's name. These are the two things which make my son's arm so burdensome."

" If the harvest is spoiled, it is your own fault. I warned you last year by means of the potatoes. You paid no heed. Quite the reverse, when you discovered that the potatoes had rotted, you swore, you abused my son's name.They will continue to rot, and by Christmas this year there will be none left . If you have grain , it will do no good to sow it , for what you sow the beasts will devour, and any part of it that springs up will crumble into dust when you thresh it. "

"A great famine is coming. But before that happens, the children under seven years of age will be seized with trembling and die in their parents' arms.The grownups will pay for their sins by hunger. The grapes will rot, and the walnuts will turn bad ."

"If people are converted, the rocks will become piles of wheat , and it will be found that the potatoes have sown themselves."

A pause, and then, with a searching look , " Do you say your prayers well , my children?"

" No , " they ( Melanie and Maximin) murmured, shamefaced. " We say them hardly at all ".

" Ah, my children, it is very important to say them, at night and in the morning. When you don't have time, at least say an Our Father and Hail Mary. And when you can , say more."

" Only a few rather old women go to Mass in the summer. All the rest work every sunday throughout the summer. And in winter, when they don't know what to do with themselves, they go to mass only to poke fun at religion. During Lent they flock to the butcher shops , like dogs."

Another question," My children, haven't you ever seen spoiled grain?"

Maximin answered,. " No , never."

" But my child, you must have seen it once , near Coin , with your papa. The owner of a field said to your papa : come and see my spoiled grain. 

The two of you went. You took two or three ears of grain in your fingers. You rubbed them , and they crumbled to dust. Then you came back from Coin. When you were but a half hour away from Corps, your papa gave you a piece of bread and said: well , my son, eat some bread this year, anyhow. I don't know who will be eating any next year , if the grain goes on spoiling like that ."

La Salette Mary looked earnestly at them . 

" My children, " 

she charged them,

" You will make this known to all my people."

Slowly she turned away,glided along the ravine, paused, and , without facing them , repeated the command,

" You will make this known to all my people."

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The unknown Lady now spoke to the children. “We were drinking her words”, they would say later, adding, “she wept all the time she spoke to us”.

 

“Come near, my children, be not afraid; I am here to tell you great news.

 

“If my people will not submit, I shall be forced to let fall the arm of my Son. It is so strong, so heavy, that I can no longer withhold it.

 

“For how long a time do I suffer for you! If I would not have my Son abandon you, I am compelled to pray to him without ceasing; and as to you, you take not heed of it.

 

“However much you pray, however much you do, you will never recompense the pains I have taken for you.

 

“Six days I have given you to labor, the seventh I have kept for myself; and they will not give it to me. It is this which makes the arm of my Son so heavy.

 

“Those who drive the carts cannot swear without introducing the name of my Son. These are the two things which make the arm of my Son so heavy.

 

“If the harvest is spoilt, it is all on your account. I gave you warning last year with the potatoes (‘pommes de terre’) but you did not heed it. On the contrary, when you found the potatoes spoilt, you swore, you took the name of my Son in vain. They will continue to decay, so that by Christmas there will be none left.”

If you have wheat, it is no good to sow it; all you sow the insects will eat, and what comes up will fall into dust when you thresh it.”

 

“There will come a great famine. Before the famine comes, the children under seven years of age will be seized with trembling and will die in the hands of those who hold them; the others will do penance by the famine. The walnuts will become bad, and the grapes will rot.”

 

Here the Beautiful Lady addressed the children separately, confiding to each a secret. She spoke first to Maximin, and though the little shepherd did not perceive that her tone of voice had changed, Melanie at his side could not hear a word, though she still saw the Beautiful Lady's lips moving. Then came Melanie's turn to receive her secret under like conditions. Both secrets were given in French.

 

Again addressing the two children in the idiom familiar to them, the Lady continued: “If they are converted, the stones and rocks will change into mounds of wheat, and the potatoes will be self-sown in the land.

 

“Do you say your prayers well, my children?”, she asked the shepherds. Both answered with complete frankness: “Not very well, Madam”. “Ah, my children”, she exhorted them, “you must be sure to say them well morning and evening. When you cannot do better, say at least an Our Father and a Hail Mary; but when you have time, say more.”

 

“There are none who go to Mass except a few aged women. The rest work on Sunday all summer; then in the winter, when they know not what to do, they go to Mass only to mock at religion. During Lent, they go to the meat-market like dogs.”

 

“Have you never seen wheat that is spoilt, my children?”, the Beautiful Lady then asked them. “No, Madam”, they replied.

 

“But you, my child”, she insisted, addressing the little boy in particular, “you must surely have seen some once when you were at the farm of Coin with your father. (Coin was a hamlet near the town of Corps). The owner of the field told your father to go and see his ruined wheat. You went together. You took two or three ears of wheat into your hands and rubbed them, and they fell into dust. Then you continued home. When you were still half an hour's distance from Corps, your father gave you a piece of bread and said to you: ‘Here, my child, eat some bread this year at least; I don't know who will eat any next year, if the wheat goes on like that’”.