June 4: Corpus Christi — The Vision of Saint Juliana That Changed the Church Forever

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[00:00:00]This is the story of Corpus Christi.

[00:00:03]There is a feast in the Catholic Church so ancient, so luminous, so utterly astonishing in its origin that even those who have celebrated it all their lives rarely know the full story behind it. They know the processions. They know the golden monstrance raised high beneath the open sky. They know the clouds of incense and the hymns that have been sung for eight centuries. But very few know that this feast, one of the most solemn in the entire lurggical year, was born not in a palace, not in a council of cardinals, not in the chambers of a pope, but in the heart of an orphaned girl in medieval Belgium, a girl who carried a secret vision for 20 years in silence, who was expelled from her own convent, who died in poverty and obscurity, and who never once saw the fruit of everything she had suffered for. The story of Corpus Christi is the story of a feast that almost never was.

[00:00:58]It is the story of a woman named Juliana, of a vision she could not explain and could not forget, of a church that took decades to listen, and of a God who was patient enough to wait.

[00:01:09]It is the story of how the greatest celebration of the body of Christ came into the world through the most broken and hidden of instruments, as if to prove once more that God does not need the powerful to do his most sacred work.

[00:01:22]He needs only the faithful. If you wish to encounter the stories of the saints, stories that will shake your soul, renew your faith, and remind you that God is alive and working, subscribe to this channel now. Every story is a sacred journey, and you are invited to walk with us. In the year of our Lord 1193, in a small village called Ratini on the outskirts of the ancient Episcopal city of Lesge in what is today Belgium, a child was born whose name would be written centuries later into the very calendar of the universal church. Her name was Juliana. Her parents were Christian farmers, humble, devout people whose faith was the bedrock of their household. In the hills around Leesge, the faith ran deep in those days. The dascese was known throughout Europe for the intensity of its religious life, for its convents, its scholars, its beginnings, those remarkable women who lived in community, working with their hands and worshiping with their whole hearts. But Juliana would not know her parents for long. Before she had even reached her fifth year, both her father and her mother were taken from her. The accounts do not record the manner of their death, only the shattering fact of their absence. She and her younger sister Agnes were left alone in the world. Two small girls in a village that had no provision for orphans of their condition except the charity of the church. That charity came in the form of the Augustinian caninesesses of Monon, a religious house that sat upon a hill just outside the city of Leazge and which also served as a leprosarium, a home for those stricken with leprosy, the great social wound of the medieval world. It was to Monton that Juliana and Agnes were brought. And it was there inside those stone walls that smelled of tallow candles and medicinal herbs surrounded by the sound of plain rising from the chapel at every hour of the day that Juliana received the formation that would shape her entire life. The sisters taught her Latin. They placed in her hands the writings of the church fathers, the sacred psalms, the texts of scripture. She was by all accounts a gifted and serious student. But what set her apart from the other young women in her education was not her intelligence.

[00:03:32]It was the extraordinary intensity of her devotion to the blessed sacrament.

[00:03:36]From her earliest years at Monomon, Juliana was drawn to the tabernacle with a force that her contemporaries could only describe as supernatural. She would spend hours in prayer before the reserved body of Christ, still and silent in a kind of contemplation that belonged to someone far older and more experienced in the spiritual life. The other women noticed it. The sisters who watched over her noticed it. There was something happening in that child.

[00:04:02]Something being prepared in those long hours of silent adoration that none of them could yet name or understand. They would not understand it for many years.

[00:04:12]Perhaps not even Juliana herself understood it. Not yet. She was still a young woman somewhere around her 16th year when Juliana made her religious profession at Mon Corn and gave her life formally to God. In the years that followed, she grew into a woman of deep prayer and remarkable spiritual maturity. She was elected priorus of the community in 1222, a sign of the esteem in which her sisters held her. But beneath the surface of her ordinary religious life, something was being carried, something that had begun, according to the accounts examined by the church when she was barely more than a girl. At some point in the early years of the 13th century, the exact date is not known, but historians place it around 1208 to 1210, Juliana began to receive a vision. It was not a dramatic vision of fire or angels. It was in its outward form almost simple. She saw the full moon, brilliant and luminous as it rises over the Belgian plains on a clear night. And across its face there was a dark stripe, a shadow, a gap. The moon was incomplete.

[00:05:18]Night after night, year after year, this image returned to her. And each time it returned, she came to understand, not through any voice, but through a kind of interior illumination, what the shadow meant. The lurggical year of the church with all its beautiful feasts and somnities was itself like that moon. It was radiant but incomplete. There was no feast dedicated solely and explicitly to the body and blood of Jesus Christ in the eukarist. That was the gap. That was the shadow on the moon. This vision and the conviction that accompanied it placed Juliana in a position of extraordinary spiritual tension. She was a woman of genuine humility.

[00:06:01]And that very humility made her profoundly reluctant to speak. Who was she to say that the church was missing something? Who was she to bring such a proposal before bishops and theologians?

[00:06:12]She was a woman, an orphan, a simple religious in a modest house on a hillside in Belgium. The weight of the vision and the weight of her own unworthiness pressed upon her simultaneously, and she chose, for nearly 20 years, to carry the secret in silence. She spoke of it only to her dearest friend, a recluse named Ava of Leesge, who would prove to be in the providence of God, the very instrument through which the vision finally reached the ear of the church. Those 20 years of silence were not years of passivity.

[00:06:46]They were years of purification.

[00:06:49]Juliana prayed without ceasing. She offered up her hidden knowledge the way a woman might carry an ember through the wind, cuped in her hands, bent over it, shielding it from extinction, afraid to set it down, unsure of where it should burn. The silence itself was a form of obedience, a form of trust. And God, who sees in secret, was watching every one of those years. Around the year 1230, something shifted. Whether by the prompting of her confessor, the encouragement of Eva of Leazge, or simply by the sovereign motion of the Holy Spirit, Juliana could no longer keep the vision locked within her. She brought it, trembling, one can only imagine, before two learned men whose judgment she trusted, John of Loausanne, a canon of the Cathedral of Lege, and Yugo of Sanchair, a Dominican theologian of great renown who would later be raised to the College of Cardinals.

[00:07:43]Both men listened. Both men examined the vision, and both men concluded that the inspiration was genuine, that it was fitting, even necessary, that the church should establish a solemn feast in honor of the body and blood of Christ, a feast that would invite all the faithful to kneel before the mystery of the Eucharist, not merely in the context of Holy Thursday, with its evening of shadows and sorrow, but in its own light, its own triumphant somnity. The bishop of lies, Robert Dththerod, a man of personal piety who had known Juliana and trusted her, took the proposal seriously.

[00:08:21]In 1246, he issued a decree establishing the feast of Corpus Christi for his dascese alone. It was the first time in the history of the church that such a celebration had been formally mandated anywhere on earth. Juliana must have felt in that moment something of the relief that comes when a burden long carried is finally set down. Though the relief was bittersweet, for Bishop Robert died before the celebration could even be properly observed. What Juliana renounced in order to pursue this mission was in its own way profound. She renounced the quiet anonymity she craved. She renounced the safety of silence. She exposed herself, her interior life, her visions, her convictions, to the scrutiny of men whose approval she could not control and whose rejection she feared. In a century when women who claimed mystical experiences were as often condemned as they were believed, the act of speaking at all required a courage born entirely of faith. She had no ambition of her own to fuel her. She wanted nothing for herself. She wanted only the feast. And yet, having finally spoken, she found herself almost immediately at the mercy of forces she could not resist. A hostile administrator of Monon named Roger launched a systematic campaign of defamation against her, accusing her of financial mismanagement, undermining her authority, turning members of her own community against her. She was stripped of her position as priorus. She was in the end expelled from the very house where she had spent her entire adult life. The woman who had carried a vision for 20 years in silence was sent out into the world with nothing. The years that followed Juliana's expulsion from Monomon were years of wandering. She moved from one Cistersian house to another in Namur in Fosville. Always welcomed by women of faith, never quite at home, always the guest and never the resident. She owned nothing. She had no institutional position, no title, no security. She was in the eyes of the world a woman who had failed, removed from her office, displaced from her convent, living on the hospitality of strangers. But the hidden fire did not go out. In every monastery where she found temporary shelter, Juliana continued to pray. She continued where she could to speak about the feast quietly, persistently, the way water works on stone. She maintained her friendship with Eva of Leesge. And it was through Eva that the fragile thread connecting this vision to the wider church was kept alive. Eva understood the importance of what Juliana carried.

[00:10:57]She made it her mission to ensure that if Juliana could not deliver the message herself, she would find a way to deliver it through others. The interior struggles of those years are not documented in detail. But they can be read between the lines of the Vita Ulanai, the biography written by a contemporary who knew her. What emerges is the portrait of a woman who knew how to suffer without bitterness, who could be stripped of everything the world called important and still maintain somewhere in the core of her being. A certainty that God had not abandoned either her or the vision he had entrusted to her. This was not easy cheerfulness. This was the hard one piece of someone who has learned through long experience that God's timing is not human timing and that seeds planted in suffering grow in ways no human hand controls. The feast she had longed for was not spreading. The bishop who had decreed it was dead. The pope who might have extended it universally had not yet acted. Juliana was aging, living in borrowed rooms, unknown to most of the church she had tried to serve. If she had been a woman of lesser faith, this would have been the moment of final despair. Instead, she continued, she prayed. She waited. She trusted. And in the economy of God, who turns barrenness into abundance and uses the dying grain to feed multitudes, that trust was not wasted. Juliana of Leazge died on April 1st, 1258 in the monastery of Fosce Lavil in exile, in poverty, in the arms of the women religious who had sheltered her. The accounts preserve no last words. There were no miraculous signs recorded at the moment of her passing, no light in the room, no fragrance in the air, none of the visible signs that sometimes accompanied the deaths of the great mystics. She died quietly as she had lived quietly and she was buried in F lav far from the house where she had spent her life and far from the city whose church she had tried to serve. The universal feast of Corpus Christi the feast she had seen in a vision across 40 years of her life had not yet been proclaimed. The great work for which she had suffered and prayed and wandered was still incomplete. She died before the harvest came. This is one of the most poignant facts in all of heography that the woman through whom God ignited the desire for this feast was not present to see it established. It is a pattern the Bible knows well. Moses dying within sight of the promised land. The prophets announcing a Messiah they would never meet. God does not always show his servants the fruit. Sometimes he asks them only to plant, to tend, to trust, and then to let go. Juliana let go. She returned to the god whose mystery she had adored for a lifetime and she left the rest in his hands. Those hands, as it would turn out, were already at work.

[00:13:49]Her faithful friend Ava of Leesge carried on after her death. Eva had through the years developed a relationship with a man who had served as arch deacon of Leesge and who had followed the cause of the feast with deep personal sympathy. That man had since become Pope. His name was Urban IR. In the year 1264, 6 years after Juliana's death, Pope Urban Thorv issued one of the most significant documents in the lurggical history of the church, the papal bull transiurus dehawkmundo. In it, he established the feast of Corpus Christi as a universal celebration of the entire Catholic Church. The date was set for the Thursday following the octave of Pentecost. And to give the feast a lurggical office worthy of the mystery it celebrated, Urban Fear turned to the greatest theological mind of the age.

[00:14:37]Thomas Aquinus, the Dominican frier who was then lecturing in Orvo, just kilometers from the papal court. Thomas Aquinus composed the office of Corpus Christi, a suite of texts and hymns that theologians and poets alike have judged to be among the most perfect works of sacred Latin literature ever produced.

[00:14:56]The laion, the pang lingua, and the hymn that closes that great sequence which begins with words that have been sung in Catholic churches for seven and a half centuries without interruption. Tantum erggo sacramentum veneramore kernui down in adoration falling this great sacrament we hail.

[00:15:15]The genius of Thomas Aquinus gave language to the mystery. The hidden suffering of Juliana of Leesge gave the church its desire for the feast in the first place. One could not have existed without the other. In 1317, Pope John made the observance of Corpus Christi mandatory throughout the universal church. And from that moment, the feast entered the bloodstream of Catholic civilization. The great Corpus Christi processions began. Rivers of light moving through the streets of medieval Europe. The golden monstrance carried beneath silk canopies. The faithful laying flowers and greenery in the path of the Lord. Altars erected at every corner adorned with the finest linens and the most fragrant blossoms the season could offer. What had been a vision in the heart of a Belgian orphan became one of the most spectacular acts of public worship in Christian history.

[00:16:05]Juliana was beatified through the implicit recognition of Pope Urbanor and was formally canonized by Pope Pius Na in 1869.

[00:16:14]Her feast day is celebrated on April 6th. Thomas Aquinas was declared a doctor of the church by Pope St. Pius the 5th in 1567 and his lurggical compositions for Corpus Christi remain in use in the Roman right to this day. The feast they together gave to the church one through intellect and the other through suffering continues to be celebrated on every continent. In Brazil alone, Corpus Christi processions draw millions into the streets in one of the largest acts of public Catholic devotion in the world. In Portugal, Spain, the Philippines, Poland, Mexico, and a hundred other nations, the body of Christ is carried in procession through cities and villages, while the faithful kneel on the pavement in reverence. The seed that was planted in tears 8 centuries ago is still bearing fruit.

[00:17:01]The feast of Corpus Christi is not primarily about a historical event, though it is rooted in history. It is a feast about a present reality, the living presence of Jesus Christ, body, blood, soul, and divinity in the eukarist. The church's teaching defined dogmatically by the fourth Lateran Council in 1215 and reaffirmed countless times since is that at every mass, the bread and wine become truly and substantially the body and blood of the Lord. Not a symbol, not a memorial in the merely human sense. The Lord himself present, hidden beneath the appearance of bread, waiting to be received, waiting to be adored. The feast says, "Come and look. Come and see what is among you. What has been among you since the night before he died when he took bread, gave thanks, and said quietly, without drama, with the calm of someone who knows exactly what he is doing, "This is my body. Come and kneel before what the world calls ordinary and the church calls the greatest miracle in human history. Come and worship in the streets, in the open air beneath the sky he created, with your neighbors, with strangers, with children who do not yet know what they are seeing, but who will remember decades from now that they were once carried through these streets while the Lord passed near. Pope John Paul II in his encyclical ecclesia de ukaristia wrote that the church lives from the eucharist that this truth contains in synthesis the nucleus of the mystery of the church. Corpus Christi is the feast on which the church steps outside itself to demonstrate that living reality to the world. It is an act of proclamation as much as adoration. It says we are not ashamed. We believe he is here. We believe he walks among us still. And behind all of it, behind the processions and the incense and the bells and the white flowers crushed underfoot by thousands of pilgrims, stands the quiet figure of a woman who died in borrowed lodgings without seeing any of it. Who was asked by God to plant a seed in the dark, to water it with her own suffering, and to trust that it would one day become something she could not imagine. St. Juliana of Leazge did not live to walk in a Corpus Christi procession, but every Corpus Christi procession in the world is in a sense her procession. Her vision made it possible. Her fidelity kept the spark alive. Her willingness to suffer in silence for something she would never see was the price of one of the greatest gifts the church ever received. The life of St. Juliana of Leesge and the mystery of Corpus Christi together speak a single luminous word to every soul that encounters them. Trust. Trust that what God has placed in your heart is real.

[00:19:45]Even when the world ignores it. Trust that suffering and faithfulness is never suffering in vain. Trust that the body of Christ given for you on the cross, offered for you on the altar, carried for you through the streets, is the most concrete proof in all of history that God does not abandon his own. Juliana was orphaned at 5. She was exiled at the height of her mission. She died before the victory came. And yet in the eyes of God and the eyes of the church, she is a saint. Which means she won. She won because she loved. She loved because he first loved her. He loves you with that same love. Every time you kneel before the blessed sacrament, you are kneeling before the same mystery that lit Juliana's soul from childhood to death.

[00:20:32]You are not alone before it. The saints are with you and he is there. Lord Jesus Christ, you who give yourself completely in every small host, hidden, humble, silent, the same body broken for us on the cross, the same blood poured out in love without measure. Teach us to believe what we cannot see. Teach us to kneel before the mystery, to love without needing to understand, to serve without needing to be seen. Through the intercession of St. Juliana of Leazge who carried your desire in her heart for 20 years in silence. Make us faithful to every seed of grace you have planted in us. Even when we do not see it growing, even when we do not live to see it bloom, you are here. That is enough.

[00:21:20]Body of Christ, save us. Blood of Christ, inebriate us. Passion of Christ, strengthen us. In the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit.

[00:21:31]Amen.