Those Who Saw Her, Catherine M. Odell… 2012년 한창 불타오르기 시작하던 신앙의 르네상스를 맞을 당시에 샀던 책… 그 중에서 현재 내가 필요한 부분을 다시 읽기 시작한다. 이 책은 가톨릭 교회의 공인을 받은 유명한 발현 스토리를 다루고 있지만 현재 관심사는 물론 Guadalupe 성모님 발현에 대한 것이다. 내년 달력에서 그것도 1월 말을 유심히 보며 예정된 Guadalupe 성지순례의 모습을 예상하며 상상을 한다. 과연 우리가 그곳, 인디언 모습으로 발현한 성모 마리아가 원주민 성 Juan Diego 앞에 나타나신 현장 Tepeyac 언덕엘 가볼 것인가? 예전에 큰 관심을 가지고 각종 성모발현에 대한 역사적 사실들을 읽고 보았지만 지금부터는 사실 Guadalupe에 관한 것만 공부해야 한다는 생각뿐이다. 어떻게 이번 성지 순례를 최대한 효과적으로 할 것인가, 지금부터 서서히 흥분이 되는 것이다. 최선을 다해서 이 신비중의 신비, 과달루페 성모님 발현에 대해서 공부하고 묵상을 하며 그때를 기다릴 것이다.
The Apparitions at Guadalupe, Mexico, 1531
Excerpt from Chapter 4, ‘Those Who Saw Her‘
For fifty-seven years, Juan Diego had lived near the shore of Lake Texcoco in a village hugging Tlateloco, the Aztec capital. As he walked toward that city on a chilly morning in 1531, his thoughts returned to the years of Aztec pagan rites and despicable human sacrifice. Later, the Spanish conquistadors had overwhelmed the Aztec chieftains, who had ruthlessly ruled the Indian tribes. For Juan and fifteen million Indians, a new time and spirit then began in his homeland.
In Juan’s own mind, only the last six of his years had been truly joyful. In 1525, he and his wife, Maria Lucia, had been baptized as Christians Juan, a farm worker and mat maker, had given up his Aztec name – Cuauhtlatoatzin, a word that meant “eagle that talks.” On most days, well before dawn, Juan was somewhere on this road, headed to or from Mass. His village was called Tolpetlac, near Cuauhtitlan. This day, December 9, 1531, was a Saturday, a day on which a special Mass was said in honor of the Virgin Mary.
For some time, his early morning walks had been solitary as he crossed the hill of Tepeyac and the Tepeyac causeway to Tlatelolco, the future Mexico City. Juan’s wife had died. There was only his uncle, Juan Bernardino. Juan Diego thought of his dead Maria Lucia many times as he made his way. There had been no children, and she had been precious to him.
As Juan approached the crest of Tepeyac Hill, he saw a cloud encircled with a rainbow of colors. Then he heard strange music coming from the hill as well. Could it be from some sort of rare bird? He wondered and stared up at the hill with the sun now rising behind it. A woman’s voice was calling above the music. He was fascinated but confused.
“Juanito Juan Dieguito…” the voice came, urging him. Since it seemed to be coming from behind the top of the hill, he ascended to the crest to look. A young woman, strikingly beautiful, stood there, beckoning him. She radiated such light and joy that Juan Diego could think of nothing more to do than drop to his knees and smile at her.
Everything around her seemed to catch the sweet fire she glowed with. The leaves of the plants surrounding her on the hill were aglow; the branches of the trees and bushes shone like polished gold. Around the whole hill, a rainbow of multicolored light seemed to have descended.
“Juanito [Little John], my sweet child, where are you going?” the woman asked him in Nahuatl, his own tongue.
“My Lady and my child,” he replied, in an Indian idiom of endearment, “I am on my way to the church at Tlatelolco to hear Mass.”
Then, with no further introduction, the shining young woman spoke very seriously and yet lovingly to Juan Diego. He listened with intensity born of instant devotion. The woman was so beautiful, so gracious. He could not ignore any request from her:
You must know and be very certain in your heart, my son, that I am truly the perpetual and perfect Virgin Mary, holy Mother of the True God through whom everything lives, the Creator and Master of Heaven and Earth.
I wish and intensely desire that in this place my sanctuary be erected so that in it I may show and make known and give all my love, my compassion, my help, and my protection to the people. I am your merciful Mother, the Mother of all of you who live united in this land, and of all mankind, of all those who love me, of those who cry to me, of those who seek me, of those who have confidence in me. Here I will hear their weeping, and sorrow, and will remedy and alleviate their suffering, necessities, and misfortunes.
And so that my intentions may be made known, you must go to the house of the bishop of Mexico and tell him that I sent you and that it is my desire to have a sanctuary built here.