Sandal PrintsIn the Capuchin MissionsbyPope Pius XIII |
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Magnificent Exchange: a |
The boundless generosity of God is the oft repeated theme song of everyone
who stops to think, but no everyone gets such a striking proof of it in his
choice of a way of life as I did. I have been a Capuchin for 27 years now,
a priest for 19 years, and 17 of those years I spent as a missionary to the
Ryukyu Islands. And it all began with 15 pennies.
When I was in the fifth grade, the Sisters in school set up a mite box, into which we were to put our sacrifices for Lent. The money we saved by not buying candy and gum during Lent, and by staying away from the movies, was to go into the mite box, and after Lent our sacrifice would be used to help the missions. One day I came to school with five cents in my pocket (I don’t remember where I got it from), and a dime I had found on the road on the way to school. I put the fifteen cents into the mite box in order to help the missions. When the Sister opened the mite box, all there was in it was that fifteen cents. To this day, I am the only religious priest, and the only missionary, out of the whole class. And all for that first fifteen cents, and the continuous sacrifice to date, and I hope to continue to the end. Not much can be bought for fifteen pennies, in material things, but God’s ways are not our ways, as He told us so often. Because I gave to the missions everything I had at the time, God gave me the best of vocations, that of a Capuchin missionary priest, and He has followed up that first abundant gift by a continuous series of blessings for every little sacrifice I have been able to make for the missions. The seventeen years in the mission among the Ryukyuan people have passed quickly; they have been filled with work, and loaded with God’s blessings as new buildings have gone up and the number of converts has grown steadily. By the providence of God, I am in construction work in some form nearly all the time. As I write this, I am building a railing near my church. Nearly every week I have the joy of baptizing a new convert. The work progresses more speedily at one time, and less so at another, but thank God, we have been moving along steadily. It may be of interest that I preach at every Mass in my church every day of the year. I have done that for over two and a half years now. There is always more to preach about than I have time for, and it is a built-in occasion for deepening knowledge of the faith among my converts. If I were to attempt to recount all of God’s blessings on my work in the mission during these 17 years, I would have to conclude like St. John that the whole world would not be big enough to hold all the books the story would take. But a picture is worth a thousand words, and I hope the picture story in the following pages will invite you to sing with me the song of gratitude to God for all His favors – the favors that began with a boy’s sacrifice of fifteen pennies.
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of the Early Days of Fr. Lucian Pulvermacher, O.F.M., Cap. |
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