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*Photograph taken by Catherine Nicolette. With thanks to the sculptor for this exquisite work of art
| King Moshoeshoe was captivated by the statue of Mary of Nazareth |
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ON MARCH 12, 1831, in the French
village of Bouxières-aux-Chênes, a little boy was born to a farming couple, the
Gérards. At his baptism in the parish church on the following day, he was given
the names Joseph Jean Charles.
Back at the farm, his proud mother
opened out her arms to receive him back from his godmother and held him close
to her heart, covering his soft little head with butterfly kisses. "Little
Joseph," she whispered softly into his ear, "your soul is clean
today. May it never be sullied in sin." Her eyes must have misted as she
pondered on her child's future the way all mothers of newly-baptised infants
do.
No doubt she prayed that he might
never yield to the many temptations that would assail him throughout life.
Little could she have guessed that this same helpless baby would grow up to
become the Apostle of Lesotho, a tiny mountain kingdom situated six thousand
miles away from Bouxières and that he would become known by the Sotho name of
Ramehlolo, which means Father of Miracles, on account of the many miracles God
would work at his request.
Did Mrs Gérard pray on that
thirteenth day of March that God would one day grant her son the grace of a
vocation to the priesthood, the courage to accept it and the perseverance to
remain true to it all the days of his life? If is very likely, though we cannot
be quite sure of it. What we do know with absolute certainty is that she never
would have dreamt that in 1988 the Holy Father himself, Saint Pope John Paul
II, would travel to that little kingdom of Lesotho officially to beatify her
son.
From early youth, Joseph showed a
love for prayer and meditation. Like all the other boys in the village, he
became a shepherd for his father, herding cattle and horses; the perfect
preparation for one whose mode of travel would always be on horseback in a
country where cattle signify the extent of a man's wealth. Taking care of his
father's livestock, Joseph learned to regard solitude as a blessing and a
privilege: an opportunity from God for prayer and meditation.
Had he grown up in a bustling area,
he might have come to confuse solitude with loneliness. This in turn might have
harmed the quality o his life in religion, which was to span more than six
decades, nearly all of which time would be spent in a country about the size of
Belgium.
Joseph disliked vulgar common talk and
immoral behaviour and often avoided the company of others when they behaved
badly. Far rather would he spend hours visiting the Blessed Sacrament and
making the Stations of the Cross in the parish church. In the field, too, he
had long conversations with God, for he had become constantly aware of the Lord’s
Presence everywhere. Joseph also had an extraordinary devotion to the Blessed
Virgin which lasted all his life.
The Gérards only left their
village for an occasional pilgrimage to the shrine of our Lady of Good Help at
Nancy, or to Our Lady's Shrine in Sion, which was cared for by the Oblates of
Mary Immaculate.
These Oblates belonged to a young
society of missionaries founded in 1816 by Father Eugène de Mazenod, a priest
from Aix-en-Provence, in order to help France recover from the after effects of
the French Revolution. In 1897 the founder became bishop of Marseilles. He
immediately set out to extend his Order’s activities beyond the border of
France.
Joseph attended the village parish
school run by the Sisters of Christian Doctrine. He was prepared for his first
Holy Communion by Sister Odile, whose memory he affectionately recalled until
the end of his life. Another favourite was the new parish priest, Father
Cayens, who had just returned from Algeria, where he had been doing missionary
work. Joseph was enthralled by the priest’s tales of the life of a missionary
and his account of the needs in Africa. These stories enkindled a strong desire
within him to become a missionary himself. Two years later, at the age of
eleven, he became a student at the minor seminary of Pont-à-Mousson.
After entering the seminary, he met
two other missionaries. Father Léonard had just arrived from Canada. Not only
Joseph but his fellow-seminarians were captivated by the talks he gave on the
missions in Canada. After his visit, Joseph discussed his desire to become a
missionary priest with Father Dassy, a diocesan priest, who preached the annual
retreat.
“Don’t be in a hurry to decide,” the
latter said. “The hour of God will ring at its own time. Pray that He will make
His wish for you clear to you.”
Joseph followed his suggestion. He entered
the major seminary at Nancy when he was nineteen. In February of the following
year, he met Father Laverlochère, another Oblate missionary, who had worked
hard in the vast territories of James Bay in Canada. His account of his labours
tugged at Joseph’s heartstrings and he made up his mind finally to become a
missionary priest. He travelled home at Easter to say goodbye to his family and
friends. Then Joseph left for the Oblate Father’s novitiate at Notre Dame de l’Osier
near Grenoble.
Here he found three holy priests who were in charge of his novitiate training, the Corsican Father Santoni, the French Father Richard and the Dutch Father Vandenberghe. Joseph had not yet finished his novitiate when on 7 March 1852 he received his assignment to the Natal mission in South Africa, a new Oblate mission. Its founder, Bishop Allard, had just been consecrated by Bishop de Mazenod. Two months later, Joseph made his perpetual vows, becoming the 329th person to do so in the Oblate Congregation. In May 1853, he set out from the French coast for Africa on the frigate La Belle Poule, in the company of Father Barrett and Brother Bernard.
They had a hair-raising journey. When
they had left the Mediterranean Sea, the elements took over. Instead of
allowing them to sail south along the African coast as their itinerary
dictated, the wind blew the unresisting frigate clear across the Atlantic, all
the way to Rio de Janeiro in South America. Under sail once more for South
Africa, they actually passed the Cape of Good Hope and wound up on the Isle of
Mauritius in the Indian Ocean.
The unfortunate journey had not
shaken Joseph’s confidence in God’s Omnipotence. God didn’t make mistakes, he
knew. The survival of the men in spite of the fearful winds and the enforced
delays on the way had increased his resilience, patience and tolerance, which
attributes would be tried again and again during his life as a missionary.
At Mauritius the three men were
delayed for a number of weeks due to their inability to make more immediate
transport arrangements. The weeks were not to be wasted, however, for it was
during this period that Joseph met Father Laval, a great missionary in Mauritius.
He offered his services as a deacon, and these were accepted by the priest.
Father Laval had organised the thousands of baptised Christians of Mauritius into small groups of twenty to thirty. The new converts were catechised one by one over a long period, and led to a fervent communion. They became strong, solid catechists themselves. After further instruction, they in turn started leading groups.
Father Laval, passing from one group
to the next, identified the natural leaders among them, who began teaching
converts and catechumens at various houses of prayer in the community. They
were offered catechetical training, and in turn started leading groups. Natural
leaders among them were identified by Laval. They began teaching Christians at
various houses of prayer in the community. Father Laval visited these houses
often.
A number of the leaders became
councillors whose task it was to care for the poor, the sick and those whose
souls required spiritual assistance. They informed Father Laval of the most
urgent needs and assisted him in the distribution of alms, made up of church
collections. The church of Port Louis, capital of Mauritius, which was spacious
enough to hold 2 000 persons, was filled three times on Sundays. Father Laval
had also built fifty chapels on the island.
This methodical and fervent approach
to the care of souls impressed Joseph greatly, and made a lasting impression on
his own future life as a spiritual shepherd. When it was time for him and his
companions to embark and leave for Africa, he said goodbye to Father Laval and
departed, feeling more confident and zealous than ever.
On January 21, 1854, eight months
after leaving France in La Belle Poule, the three companions arrived at Port
Natal, Durban. Joseph's first great sea journey was also to be his last,
though he was only twenty-three years old. Three weeks later, Bishop Allard
ordained him a priest in Pietermaritzburg, and Father Joseph Gérard was ready
to begin his priesthood which would last until his death on 29 May 1914, four
months after the celebration of its sixtieth anniversary.