Switzerland: Two SSPX seminarians' bodies found, one still missing after avalanche
#11
Cantus Wrote:These people live for lies.

Just like their father.
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#12
I just returned from the Requiem-Mass said for these three young men. All I can say it was utmost fitting and dignified, a very moving expierence. I saw the good Abbé Wailliez in tears during the Kyrie. His word service was short and sobre, yet he said a lot with few words. He mentioned that the priests had said H. Mass (Apparitions at Lourdes) that morning, which surely is a comfort to us all. + RIP +

Dat God hunne schoone zielen mogen ontvangen!

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#13
This sad, beautiful letter was written by one of the seminarians who raised the alarm. May they rest in peace...

Econe, 12 February 2009, 10am.

Dear family and friends,

Some of you might already have heard about this, but if only to correct partial accounts, I want to tell you about a difficult trial that hit the seminary of Econe yesterday. Three third year seminarians died in the mountains because of an avalanche (for those who know them, Jean-Baptiste Despres (22), Raymond Guerin (22) et Michael Sabak (20 ans)).

After the end-of-semester exams, we had a break of four days when we could make whatever outings we wanted. This Wednesday 11 February, seven of us seminarians (all 3rd years and French) decided to go out for a day in the mountains. We planned to treck on snow shoes towards a mountain refuge, cook our picnic and return in the evening so as to be back at the seminary for 6.30pm. We left the seminary by car about 9am, and parked up about 10.30am. From there we went off onto the fresh snow in snowshoes, along a path that leads to a hydroelectric dam way up in the mountains.

When we reached the summit about 12.45pm, a sign indicated that from that point it would ordinarily take one hour twenty minutes to reach the mountain refuge. But the path was covered with a metre and a half of snow on which nobody had walked, so much so that we had to cut the path again with our snow shoes. This path passed 50 metres above the lake (Cleuson). Two of us, being tired and hungry, didn't want to go on. So we were walking behind the others at a distance of 50 metres. Then, as the path went around an outcrop of rock above the lake, they disappeared from view.

One of them, however, wanted to see what had become of us, and came again into view around the outcrop. We exchanged a few words and then caught up with him. But then, looking for the group up ahead, we could see only their footprints, which petered out about 40 metres ahead of us, and the trail of an avalanche. The ice on the lake was broken where the avalanche had come to a halt, but we could make nothing else out because of the brightness of the snow and the visibility (100 metres).

We understood straightaway what had just happened. Seeing that in any case we could not help them, we went back to the dam. It was 1pm. After a few minutes of difficult walking, we reached the 'dam keepers' lodge'. The door was open, the lodge was empty, and near to the door was a phone. I then called 112 and the mountain rescue centre answered straightaway. Four people were in the avalanche and perhaps in the lake itself. In record time (15 mins), 2 'allouettes III' (helicopters) arrived at the spot and after half an hour, they brought back one of my best friends Eric Peron. He had not lost consciousness, and, though completely submerged in the snow, had managed to keep a pocket of air in front of his mouth with his arms, which saved him. Soon, he realised that the snow was whiter above him. Guessing that he was near the surface (his feet were in the lake and he was stuck from the waist up), he opened up a gap with his free arm, and actually reached the surface of the snow and he had the presence of mind to pull off his scarf and shove it through the opening. The rescuers saw it and with their dogs they got him out. He pointed out to them his fellow seminarian Raymond whose feet he could see, but Raymond was already dead. Eric was able to walk and seemed okay but Raymond was on the ground and we were not told until later that he was dead.

About 3pm they took us by helicopter (my first time in one ...) to the rescuers' base at Sion where the police took charge of us. Eric was already at hospital and he was well and had no broken bones. They held us a long time at the police station to make their inquiries into what had happened. As the eldest of the witnesses they made me make a long statement which the two others confirmed. Meanwhile we learnt that Raymond had died and that Jean-Baptiste and Michael had not been found. There was no hope of getting them out alive. That evening at 7pm, they took us to the funeral home where we found Eric who was with Raymond's body. At 8.30pm, we were all taken back to the seminary. The searches stopped for the night and began again this morning.

That is the story of what happened. Everyone here is in shock. Three young, beautiful souls have gone to meet the Eternal Father. Four miracles - for if we had not lagged behind, we would have all been caught in the avalanche and, with nobody to raise the alarm, the searches would not have started until 7pm, which would have been too late for the seven of us, the ways of God are impenetrable - give thanks to the Lord for the life which he has given them, and mourn the death of their friends. I ask you now to pray for the dead, and for their families who are enduring a terrible trial, and to join us in thanking the mercy of heaven for sparing our lives.

With my love,

Benoît.

Requiescant in Pace

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#14
HMiS Wrote:The hatred against the Church and the Society increases in the media.

A Swiss forum had one comment: "This is God's punishment!"

A Dutch forum said: "God hates antisemites".

And other impious comments. It is really disturbing how the hatred of the world battles against the Roman Catholic Church of all time, for this is what the SSPX represents. Nothing more, nothing less.

These insults can only be welcomed and expected:

"Blessed are ye when they shall revile you, and persecute you, and speak all that is evil against you, untruly, for my sake.  Be glad and rejoice, for your reward is very great in heaven."- Matthew 5:11-12
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Archangelum Wrote:I just returned from the Requiem-Mass said for these three young men. All I can say it was utmost fitting and dignified, a very moving expierence. I saw the good Abbé Wailliez in tears during the Kyrie. His word service was short and sobre, yet he said a lot with few words. He mentioned that the priests had said H. Mass (Apparitions at Lourdes) that morning, which surely is a comfort to us all. + RIP +

Dat God hunne schoone zielen mogen ontvangen!


Requiescant in pace.

Thanks for the report.

I had to think about the poem of ex-Anabaptist convert to Catholicism in the Calvinist 17th century Dutch Republic, Joost van den Vondel, on his own little boy who died early on:

Kinder-lyck

Constantijntje
, 't zaligh kijntje,
Cherubijntje, van om hoogh,
D'ydelheden, hier beneden,
Vitlacht met een lodderoogh.
Moeder, zeit hy, waarom schreit ghy?
Waarom greit ghy, op mijn lijck?
Boven leef ick, boven zweef ick,
Engeltje van 't hemelrijck:
En ick blinck 'er, en ik drincker,
't Geen de schincker alles goets
Schenckt de zielen, die daar krielen,
Dertel van veel overvloets.
Leer dan reizen met gepeizen
Naar pallaizen, uit het slick
Dezer werrelt, die zoo dwerrelt.
Eeuwigh gaat voor oogenblick

I think this applies to these good seminarians too.


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#16
Do you have a translation of that? It sounds so sweet, but I don't know Dutch, alas!

This is my own poem inspired by these three young men... unlike the three of the Old Testament, they passed through ice, rather than fire... but I like to think or hope that their angels kept them warm, as the other angel kept Ananias, Azarias and Misael cool.

Requiescant in pace.

They were so young, those Frenchmen three,
When Thou didst call them home to Thee!
O Lord, they longed Thy priests to be...
Deny them not Thy rest,
But, as they died in glacial cold,
May Thy kind arms their souls enfold,
And warmly, safely, closely hold
Close to Thy sacred breast.
 
Jesu, Thy call, so sudden, came;
No time for fear, regret, or shame;
They only heard you call each name,
And answered instantly.
Michael, Raymond, Jean-Baptiste,
Surely, of thy dear sons, not least,
Yearning, each one, to be Thy priest
And win more souls for Thee.
 
They longed to preach, to baptize too,
And teach to all Thy teaching true,
But Thou, before the Host as YOU
Their loving hands caressed,
Didst call them to Thy home, and through
The ice their souls before Thee flew.
Lord, till Thou makest all things new,
Grant them eternal rest.
 
-- February 22, 2009
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#17
Ines, that is beautiful.
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#18
Thank you... I'm so sorry for their families, but I read (in an email of that letter) that one of them said to his friends on the drive up the mountain, "You know, I think if God called me today, I'd be ready."

And God called him...
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That is a lovely poem.
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#20
Thank you...
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