“Santa Pudenziana is one of the oldest churches in Rome. According to a great number of historians, the Roman Senator Pudente gave hospitality to the Apostle Peter in his home, which stood exactly where the church’s foundation lies. The name of the church is said to derive from the name of the Senator’s daughter: Pudenziana.
“Pudenziana and her sister Prassede, although never martyred, became famous because they wiped off the blood of the martyrs after they were executed. The church is adorned by numerous Roman mosaics from the early Christian era and was constructed in 145 A.D. on the site where there stood the house of Senator Pudente, according to the wishes of his daughters Prassede and Pudenziana. On the altar steps of the Caetani Chapel, constructed by the Caetani family, to this day there is the imprint and the stain of Blood left by a Host which fell from the hands of a priest while celebrating the Mass. The man was overtaken by doubts about the Real Presence of Jesus in consecrated Host, and immediately after the consecration, he inadvertently let the Host fall to the ground, where the imprinted mark is still visible today.”
Kathy was brought up as a member of the Church of Christ. Her husband, Craig, was Catholic. She had attended Mass with him a number of times, but had taken no steps toward conversion when her son, only six months old, contracted spiral meningitis. The doctors attending him in the hospital told her that he had only a ten percent chance of surviving the night.
She told her husband that she needed to go to church and pray. She knelt before the Blessed Sacrament and asked only that His will be done and that He might help her with the strength to accept it. She also promised that, if He did save her son, she would raise him as a gift back to Him and proceed at once with her conversion.
When the doctor came in to talk with her the next morning, he said that her son had survived the night by the power of God, not by anything he or his staff had done.
Kathy immediately became a believer in the healing power of the Eucharist.
Abbreviated and adapted from: Proctor, Sister Patricia, O.S.C., 201 Inspirational Stories of the Eucharist (Spokane, Washington, Francisan Monastery of Saint Clare, 2004) p. 263.
In an account handed down by Paschasius Padbert from about the ninth century, a certain priest by the name of Plegile asked the Lord to be able to see him in the Holy Eucharist. The priest did not doubt the Real Presence, but rather made his request out of a longing.
During Mass one day, the priest knelt down after the consecration and made the request again. Upon arising, he did indeed see Christ, who appeared in the form of an infant. The priest then asked the Lord to conceal Himself once more in the normal form of the Host, and the vision ended.
Many other persons who were there also witnessed this miracle.
Source: Mueller, Michael, C.S.S.R., The Blessed Eucharist Our Greatest Treasure (Charlotte, N.C., Tan Books, 2011) p. 166.
Mary Ruth belonged to the Pentecostal Church. Her sister, Alice, was Catholic. On Divine Mercy Sunday, 1999, Mary Ruth accompanied her sister to a Mass because this particular feast day meant a great deal to Alice.
Mary Ruth, however, became very ill. Alice summoned Karen, a nurse with thirty years experience, to help Mary Ruth in the rest room. The nurse first noticed that Mary Ruth was very pale. She then determined that Mary Ruth was hemorrhaging rather severely and was about to go into shock. She immediately wanted to call for an ambulance but heard a voice say, “Trust in My mercy.”
Karen doubted this experience and prayed to God. She told Him that if Mary Ruth’s diastolic blood pressure is above 50, she would do whatever He asked. When she took the blood pressure, it was precisely 50. The bleeding slowed and a wheelchair was brought for Mary Ruth. She wanted to return for the rest of the Mass and those attending her complied with this request.
The priest processed around the arena with an elevated Host in his hands. When he got to Mary Ruth, he stopped in front of her and held it there for some time. Mary Ruth got out of the wheelchair and dropped to her knees in reverence. She had an inclination to do this but had no understanding of the Real Presence or what it was that she was in fact reverencing.
Mary Ruth recovered fully and, after Mass, drove home with her sister.
Adapted from Proctor, Sister Patricia, O.S.C., 201 Inspirational Stories of the Eucharist (Spokane, Washington, Francisan Monastery of Saint Clare, 2004) p. 213.
While on a trip to visit relatives, Rose Mary Danforth from Jacksonville, Florida decided to visit a Marion chapel in Champion, Wisconsin, about fifteen miles northeast of Green Bay Wisconsin.
The history of this chapel dates to 1859, the year of several apparitions of the Blessed Mother to a woman named Adele Brise. These apparitions have been formerly approved by the bishop of the Diocese of Wisconsin.
In 1871, the great Peshtigo Fire ravaged 1.5 million acres of northeastern Wisconsin and Upper Michigan, killing approximately 2,000 people. In little Champion, Wisconsin, residents gathered at the chapel. Adele Brise, now Sister Adele, and others processed with a statue of Mary around the chapel. The fence surrounding the chapel fire was singed, but the chapel itself was spared.
Over the years, there have been numerous reports of physical healings and other special events. The day that Rose Mary Danforth visited the chapel, she became witness to one herself.
At the time of her visit, a wedding crowd gathered and she decided to stay for the Mass. As the priest began the Liturgy of the Eucharist, he paused and then made an announcement. When he was at the rehearsal the night before, he had neglected to check the number of hosts available for the wedding. Now, he realized he did not have enough. The church was filled; people were standing in the aisles and the crowd even spilled over into the parking lot. The priest declared that, when the consecrated Hosts ran low, he would raise his hand to signal those in the next pew not to come forward.
Rose Mary went up and received Communion. Then people in all the other pews did the same; then those standing at the back of the church did the same; then those standing in the parking lot did the same. When the last person received Holy Communion, the priest had a big smile on his face.
Adapted from Proctor, Sister Patricia, O.S.C., 201 Inspirational Stories of the Eucharist (Spokane, Washington, Francisan Monastery of Saint Clare, 2004) p. 222. Additional source: http://shrineofourladyofgoodhelp.com/index.html.
“On August 22, 1888, at 4:00pm, the first procession with the final blessing of the sick with the Blessed Sacrament took place in Lourdes. It was a priest who first proposed this pious initiative and since then it has never ceased. On this date, when the sick were blessed with the Blessed Sacrament before the grotto of the apparitions, Pietro Delanoy, who suffered from ataxia (an inability to coordinate voluntary muscular movements that is symptomatic of some nervous disorders which inevitably leads to death) for many years, was instantly cured when the tabernacle passed by during the procession. That was the first Eucharistic miracle that took place in Lourdes. From that very date, the Eucharistic procession for the sick has taken place without interruption.”
Source of the above: http://www.therealpresence.org/eucharst/mir/english_pdf/Lourdes.pdf
While he was in eucharistic adoration, Juan Zorrilla was praying the rosary. He happened to look at the Host and saw the image of Christ Himself there. Deciding that this could not be so, he told himself that he must have imagined it. So, he did not tell anyone.
It was only a few days later that Juan was back in adoration, this time with his eighteen-year-old son. His son stared at the Host, inordinately. It caused Juan to take notice.
Afterwards, his son told Juan that he had seen the face of Christ in the Host.
Adapted from Proctor, Sister Patricia, O.S.C., 201 Inspirational Stories of the Eucharist (Spokane, Washington, Francisan Monastery of Saint Clare, 2004) p. 227.
On Easter, 1990, Kathleen Ellerston attended Mass in a strange community. Her husband was in the military and they had recently moved. He was not with her that day. She was alone. She also felt perhaps somewhat self-conscious. She was wearing a scarf over her head, to cover the baldness cause by her chemotherapy treatments.
Over the past several months, a lot had been going on. Besides her cancer battle, she had become aware of His Real Presence during eucharistic adoration. Masses had become alive for her, She had been fasting and praying during Lent, which made it her “best ever.”
This particular Mass, on Easter, capped it off. During the consecration, when the Host was raised, she saw the “living face of the crucified Christ” in it. Then she interiorly heard something odd, “not for you.” Then, the face disappeared.
After Mass had concluded, she approached the priest and told him her story. The priest told her that he knew the meaning of what she had heard.
Earlier that week, another person had approached this priest and also spoke of seeing Christ in the Host. Her vision, and the message she received, served as confirmation for this other person that the spectacle witnessed earlier had in fact been true.
Of course, it also served to reaffirm her faith.
And by her telling this story, it can now also help others. For if she had imagined this vision, how unlikely for her to also imagine a voice denying her own significance in regard to it.
Adapted from Proctor, Sister Patricia, O.S.C., 201 Inspirational Stories of the Eucharist (Spokane, Washington, Francisan Monastery of Saint Clare, 2004) p. 209.
For St. Laurence of Brindisi, celebrating the Mass was a deeply emotional experience. He often wept and went through several handkerchiefs wiping away the tears.
D. Gio Stephen of Ferrari, Canon of the main church at Voltaggio secured some of St. Laurence’s handkerchiefs, and they became the instrument for a number of cures.
The Canon himself was one of those benefitted. He suffered from severe headaches for years, but after touching the handkerchiefs, he suffered from them no longer.
A young cleric named Julius Scorza suffered a fractured skull and doctors gave him up for dead. One of the handkerchiefs was applied, and he was healed.
A woman in Naples, Angela Sciammarro was beset by a swelling of her throat. On the fifteenth day of this malady, her condition got so bad that she could not swallow at all. She was near death when one of the handkerchiefs was applied. She too was healed.
Another person, Adriana Rospolo was lame since birth and could only move about on her knees. Her mother applied one of these handkerchiefs and the girl was then able to walk.
These physical changes took place, as it is reported, from the use of such handkerchiefs, handkerchiefs used by the Saint during Mass, and present with him on the altar at the time of consecration.
Adapted from an entry in My Daily Eucharist II, by Joan Carter McHugh, and an excerpt contained there from The Round Table of Franciscan Research.
Sister James Marie Fitz-Gordon, from Kingston, Jamaica suffered from stomach ulcers for years. On one particular Saturday, she attended a healing Mass. As the priest elevated the Host after the consecration, she had a strong sense that she would be healed.
A few minutes later, she went up to receive Holy Communion. As she returned to her seat, she felt a very deep feeling of peace.
During the days that followed, she began to feel increasingly less pain. Several weeks later, she went in to see her doctor. He ordered a routine test to ascertain the condition of her ulcer, including the amount of scar tissue that had formed over the years.
Later, when the results came back, he told her the results showed she had no ulcers and no scar tissue.
Adapted from Proctor, Sister Patricia, O.S.C., 201 Inspirational Stories of the Eucharist (Spokane, Washington, Francisan Monastery of Saint Clare, 2004) p. 170.