Later he went to Salamanca to study, and there being taken into the celebrated college of Saint Bartholomew, performed his priestly office in such a way that he was at once constant to study, the present object of his desire, and yet assiduous to the duty of preaching. Here he had a severe illness and vowed to embrace a sterner way of living. in fulfilment of which vow, having given to a half-naked beggar the better of the only two garments he possessed, he withdrew to a monastery of Saint Augustine then flourishing in full observance of severe discipline. Being admitted there, he surpassed the most advanced in obedience, in lowliness of mind, in vigils and in prayer. The care of the refectory being confided to him, one barrel of wine, handled by him, abundantly sufficed the whole community for an entire year.
After his noviciate John undertook the duty of preaching again. Owing to bloody feuds, all things human and divine at Salamanca were in such utter confusion that murders were committed almost every hour, and the streets and squares, even the churches, flowed with the blood of all classes, especially of the nobility. John, by public preaching and private conversations, softened the hearts of the citizens so that the town was restored to peace. One of the nobles he had grievously offended by rebuking him for his cruelty towards his vassals, sent two knights to murder him on the road. They came near him but God struck them with such terror that they and their horses could not move, until at length prostrating themselves before the feet of John, they implored his forgiveness. The same lord, also smitten with a sudden dread, despaired of his salvation till he had sent for John, who finding him repentant of his deed, restored him to health. Some factious men also, who assailed him with clubs, found their arms stiffen, nor would their strength return, till they had asked his pardon for their wickedness.
While celebrating Mass, John was wont to behold the Lord Jesus Christ then present, and to quaff, from the Fountain-Head of the Divinity, heavenly mysteries. Often he could see into the secrets of men’s hearts and foretell things to come. He raised from the dead his brother’s seven year old daughter. He foretold his own death and having prepared himself by receiving the Sacraments most devoutly, he died on the 11th of June 1479. He was glorified by miracles both before and after his death, for which he was beatified in 1601 by Pope Clement XIII, and was canonised in 1690 by Pope Alexander VIII. Pope Benedict XIII fixed the 12th of June as his feast day. In art Saint John is represented holding a chalice and host surrounded by rays of light.
Dom Prosper Guéranger:
The kingdom which the Apostles have mission to establish on Earth is a reign of peace. Such was the promise plighted by Heaven to Earth on that glorious night on which was given to us the Emmanuel: and on that other night which witnessed our Lord’s last farewell at the Supper, did not the Man-God base the New Testament on the double legacy which He bequeathed to His Church, of His Sacred Body and Blood, and of this Peace erstwhile announced by Bethlehem’s Angels? (John xiv. 27) Yes, a peace unknown till then here below, a peace all His own because, as He said, It proceeds from Him, but still is not He Himself, Gift substantial and Divine, which is no other than the Holy Ghost in Person!
Like sacred leaven, this peace has been spread among us during these Pentecostal days. Men and nations alike have felt the secret influence. Man at strife with Heaven and divided against himself, was indeed justly punished for his insubordination to God by the ascendency of the senses in his revolted flesh. But lo, he now sees harmony once again established in his whole being, and his appeased God treating as a son the obstinate rebel of former days. The sons of the Most High are to form a new people stretching their confines to Earth’s furthest bounds. “Seated in the beauty of peace,” to use the Prophet’s expression (Isaias xxxii. 18), this blessed race will see all nations flocking to its midst, and will draw down, here below, the good will of Heaven, so exquisitely imaged in it.
Whereas formerly nations were constantly at strife and wreaking vengeance in many a bloody combat that knew no end but in the extermination of the vanquished — baptised, they at once recognise each other as sisters, according to the filiation of the Father who is in Heaven. Faithful subjects of the one Pacific King, they yield themselves up to the Holy Ghost that He may soften their manners and if, perforce, war, the result of sin, must needs sometimes come, woefully reminding man of the consequences of the Fall, this inevitable scourge will at least henceforth know other laws than those of might. The right of nations, the right of every Christian who rejects all that savours of pagan antiquity — the faith of treaties, the arbitration of the Vicar of Christ, supreme controller of the consciences of kings — these, and only these, can eliminate occasions of bloody discord.
Thus there were to be ages in which the peace of God, or the truce of God, or a thousand such loving artifices of the common mother, would prevail to restrict the number of years and days in which the sword might be allowed to remain unsheathed against human life. Were these limits out-stepped, the transgressor’s blade would be snapped in two by the power of the spiritual sword, more dreaded in those days than warrior’s steel. Such is the potency of the Gospel’s might that even in these present days of universal decadence respect for a disarmed foe imposes itself as law on the hottest adversary, so that after a battle, victors and vanquished meeting like brothers, lavish the same cares both corporal and spiritual, on the wounded of either camp: such the persistent energy of the supernatural leaven which has been working progressive transformation in mankind, for [two thousand] years, and is even still acting on those who would fain deny its power!
He whom we are honouring today is one of the most glorious instruments of this marvellous conduct of divine Providence. Heaven-born peace mingles her placid ray with the brilliant aureola that wreathes his brow. A noble son of Catholic Spain, he knew how to prepare the future glory of his country as well as any mailed hero that laid Moor prostrate in the dust. Just as the eight hundred years’ crusade that drove the Crescent from Iberian soil was closing, and the several kingdoms of this magnanimous land were blending together under one sceptre, this lowly hermit of Saint Augustine was laying within hearts the foundation of that powerful unity which would inaugurate the glories of Spain’s sixteenth century. When he first appeared, rivalries engendered too easily by a false point of honour, in a nation armed to the teeth, sullied the fair land of Spain with the blood of her sons, slain by Christian hands. His pedestal, as he now stands before us receiving the Church’s homage, is formed of discord’s image overturned by the disarmed.
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O BLESSED Saint, well have you earned the privilege of appearing in the heavens of holy Church during these weeks that are radiant with Pentecostal Light. Long ago did Isaias portray the loveliness of Earth on the morrow of the coming down of the Paraclete. Thus did he describe the sight that met his prophetic glance: “How beautiful upon the mountains are the feet of them that bring good tidings, and that preach peace: of them that preach salvation that say to Sion: Your God will reign!” (Isaias lii. 7) What the Prophet thus admired was the sight of the Apostles taking possession of the world in God’s name, but in what did your own mission differ from theirs thus enthusiastically pictured by the inspired pencil? The same Holy Ghost animated your ways and theirs. The same pacific King beheld His sceptre by your hand, made yet more steadfast in its sway over a noble nation of His vast empire. Peace, the one object of all your labours here below, is now your eternal recompense in Heaven where you reign with Him. You now experience the truth of your Master’s word when He said of such as resemble you by working to establish peace, at least within the territory of their own hearts: “Blessed are the peace-makers, for they will be called the children of God” (Matthew v. 9). Yes, rest then, dear Saint, in your Father’s inheritance, into which you have entered. Rest in the beatific repose of the Holy Trinity that inundates your soul, and may we here, afar off in this chilly Earth below, feel something of that genial peacefulness.
Vouchsafe to lavish on your own land of Spain the same succour which in your lifetime was so precious unto her. No longer does she hold that pre-eminence in Christendom which became hers just after your glorious death. Would that you could now persuade her that never can her greatness he recovered by lending an ear to the deceptive whisperings of false liberty. But that which could in bygone days render her so strong and powerful, can do so again, if she draw down on her the benedictions of Him by whom alone kings reign (Proverbs viii. 6). Devotedness to Christ that was her glory, devotedness to truth that was her treasure! Revealed Truth is alone that by which men enter into true liberty: Truth will make you free. Truth alone is able to bind in unity indissoluble the many minds and wills that make up a nation: powerful is that bond, for it secures strength to a country beyond her frontiers, and peace to her within. Apostle of peace, remind your own people, and teach the same to all, that absolute fidelity to the Church’s doctrines is the sole ground on which Christians may seek and find concord.Also on this day according to the ROMAN MARTYROLOGY:
At Nicaea in Bithynia, St. Antonina, martyr, who was scourged by order of the governor Priscillian during the same persecution, then racked, lacerated, exposed to the fire, and finally put to the sword.
In Thrace, St. Olympius, a bishop, who was expelled from his see by the Arians and died a confessor.
In Cilicia, the bishop St. Amphion, a celebrated confessor of the time of Galerius Maximian.
In Egypt, St. Onuphrius, an anchoret, who for sixty years led a religious life in the desert, and renowned for great virtues and merits, departed for heaven. His admirable deeds were recorded by the abbot Paphnutius.
And in other places, many other holy martyrs, confessors and virgins.
Thanks be to God.
