A testimony of healing

A testimony of healing

On March 26, 2021 Our daughter, Bianca, was born at the hospital in Gliwice. As a result of perinatal complications, the child was diagnosed with acute circulatory and respiratory failure, meconium aspiration syndrome, DIC syndrome, collapsed left lung, and severe birth asphyxia. She was resuscitated twice: right after giving birth and in the ambulance during the transport to the neonatal intensive care unit in Zabrze. The child’s health was very serious, the doctors did everything they could to help her, and they were unable to do anything else. They said, “We are doctors, not God. Please pray.

Bianeczka’s parents, grandparents, friends and other relatives prayed for her. We asked the Sisters from the Monastery in Brzezie for a prayer and she was put in prayer and incorporated into the Novena, to the Servant of God, Sister Dulcissima. The grandparents went to Brzezie to visit the grave of sr. Dulcissima to ask for her intercession to God for the grace of health and life for Bianca.

Daily prayers led Bianca to throw off her respirator after Easter, began to breathe on her own, and began working hard for her life. The child’s condition was still severe, but the doctors said it was a miracle that the child had survived such a serious condition and one should thank God. The condition improved day by day and after a month Bianca left the hospital and we were able to celebrate our baby.

We believe that it was Sister Dulcissima’s intercession and prayers that led Bianca to be with us. Today we rejoice for our daughter, who still has a long way to go to her full recovery, but we do not forget to continue praying through the intercession of Sister Dulcissima.

Please keep on praying. God bless you

Grateful parents of Bianca.

Racibórz, May 30, 2021

The sisters taught me empathy for other people

The sisters taught me empathy for other people

My name is Magdalena and I am 35 years old.

The Sisters of Mary Immaculate have always accompanied me in my life.

Already in kindergarten, the sisters taught me catechesis. While in primary school, Sr. Małgorzata ran a small community called “Children of Mary” to which I belonged. I remember wearing such blue capes back then. There were about 25 children of us We actively participated in Holy Masses – during Lent we led the Way of the Cross for children during the Rosary period, in October we led the rosary, and during Advent we went to the rorat.

Those were beautiful times.

Later, as a teenager, for several years I went on a retreat for girls in Bard Śląski or Wrocław, which were organized by the Sisters (I have contact with some of them who participated or led them). I remember the time of the retreat very well. It was an amazing time, a time of meeting new people, a time of integration with the Sisters and other girls, a time of getting to know the life of the Sisters. Daily Holy Masses, adoration, were extraordinary for me, I could come closer and get to know the love of the Lord Jesus, adore the Blessed Sacrament, be filled with God’s presence.

As a teenager, I was also a volunteer in the Nursing and Treatment Institution for children with mental and physical disabilities run by the Sisters. During the children’s visits, I also had the opportunity to go to the chapel to pray, sometimes I prayed the rosary and the breviary with the Sisters.

I was very eager to come to spend time with these children, play, cuddle them, make their time more pleasant, give them some love that they lacked, because they often did not have parents who would visit them.

This period was beautiful and at the same time difficult, because many of these children were seriously ill, but each was beautiful, because she was a child of God.

It was from there, from this voluntary service with the Sisters, that my vocation to work with sick people came to me. Currently, I have been working as a medical tutor for 13 years. Although sometimes my work is difficult, it gives me a lot of satisfaction because I can help another person in need, take care of him, smile, talk, do all the caring activities that they themselves are often unable to do on their own.

We do not really appreciate what we have until we ourselves are in the shoes of sick people, after accidents or strokes….

My motto in life is: “Treat another person as yourself would like to be treated “, so I try to take care of the people entrusted to me in the way I would like to be treated myself if I felt ill and needed constant care.

I am very happy that in my life I had the opportunity to meet the Sisters of Mary Immaculate. In the past, I even thought of becoming a nun, but I found out that my calling is to live in marriage life.

In retrospect, I can see that everything that I “sat up with” as a girl, later as a teenager by participating in the retreat organized by the Sisters, participating in volunteering, emanated on my further life.

The sisters taught me a lot, especially patience and empathy towards others.

Many people ask me this question: “Magda, where do you get your optimism from, you are always so smiling”. In fact, I get a lot from my faith and the work I do. I am a believer and it will never change!! I am happy with each new day given to me.

THE LORD’S LOVE IS GREAT! and more than once have experienced His presence in my life. Sometimes we complain that something went wrong … that we don’t have something. And do we wonder, Is it that important? Do material good count so much? Do positions, education constitute my value?

When Jesus took the cross on his shoulders – no one asked if he wanted to take it. He took the cross and then died for our sins. He did not complain that it was hard for him.

LET’S REMEMBER that everything that seems impossible to man with God everything is possible.

MAGDA

From an article to healing

From an article to healing

I am a Catholic newspaper journalist. I had a professional contact with the Servant of God, Sr. Dulcissima Hoffmann – one day I was just asked in the editorial office to write a text about this devout nun from Silesia. The editors responded to the request of Sr. Margret from the Congregation of the Sisters of Mary Immaculate, who promotes the person of Sr. Dulcissima. I was also one of those people who had not heard about the Servant of God before. I didn’t even want to take up this topic too much, because I thought that a friend who was considered to be a specialist in promoting pious nuns would better elaborate it, which I don’t really “feel”. In the end, I got the topic and I started working on the text.

After the first look at the dulcissima.pl website, I felt a great sympathy for the nice Helena Hoffmann, who was looking at me with sharp and piercing eyes from numerous photos posted on the Internet. I was captivated by the maturity of this young girl in accepting a serious disease, and I was touched by the local cult of her person and the common belief in her holiness in Brzezie. I also saw numerous testimonies of graces and healings through her intercession.

At that time, in our family, we had a nervous period of waiting for the surgery to be scheduled for the damaged ulnar nerve of our eldest daughter, Mary. When I saw the intent box on the dulcissima.pl website, I immediately put a prayer request there for a quick appointment of the operation date and its successful course. A thought crossed my mind that maybe something deeper was that I was the one who received this topic in the editorial office … Brzezie included their daughter in their novena through the intercession of Sr. Dulcissima. On the second day after the afternoon, information about the scheduled surgery was delivered from the hospital. I informed Sr. Margaret about it immediately, because I had no doubts that Sr. Dulcissima had her part in it. We and the Sisters continued to pray through the intercession of Sr. Dulcissima for Mary’s health. I printed a large photo of Sr. Dulcissima from the time she was a postulant, I put it on the table so that the Sister would accompany us at that time as well. I personally clung to Sister Dulcissima hard and intrusively, because the thought came back to me that it was a gift from heaven, that I received a request for an article about her at this very moment…..

Four days after the surgery was scheduled for us, Sr. Margaret sent me photos of Sr. Dulcissima to be used in the newspaper, and referring to Mary’s health in the e-mail, she wrote: “A thought has appeared in me several times> I would not be surprised if Mary did not need an operation. May God lead and Dulcissima … ask for whatever is necessary … ”. I did not pay much attention to these words, except that I thought that Sister Margaret’s faith was great … I continued praying the novena with zeal and faith, but the intention was only good fruits of the operation …

Then the events happened very quickly. I received an e-mail from Sr. Margaret with the remark that the operation may not be needed on Monday, on Tuesday we were with my daughter at a new physiotherapist, who at one point asked her to show what exercises she had previously performed on her hand, because due to nerve damage she was not able to bring, lead away and straighten IV and V fingers. Imagine my surprise when Mary freely spread all the fingers of her hand, which were almost completely straight. In addition, I was touched by the fact that the physiotherapist at that moment remarked: “It’s not so bad with your hand, Someone is watching over you, because after such accidents it is often worse”. Before the operation, I looked at my daughter’s hand almost every day, I asked her to show me how to straighten and withdraw my fingers, because I was afraid of a deterioration before the operation. Mary was unable to make such easy movements.

After leaving the physiotherapist, I examined my daughter’s hand and confirmed that there was a clear improvement, which would also indicate an improvement in the condition of the nerve itself. But considering that both my daughter and I had already seen things – sometimes we saw some progress and then research didn’t confirm it, I approached the whole event with caution. I decided to wait another day or two and then repeat the nerve examination with the neurologist. Mary herself was not convinced whether to repeat this test, because as she said – probably nothing has changed, and I am not supposed to talk about the fact that perhaps an operation will not be needed, because the operation will certainly be.

On Thursday, we registered for another EMG examination by a neurologist. I entered the office with the proverbial “soul on my shoulder” because I was afraid of the disappointment associated with an unfavorable diagnosis. However, to our great luck, the examination showed a significant improvement in the condition of the damaged nerve, so large and quick enough (only a month has passed since the previous examination, which was an indication for surgery), that the doctor immediately said that he advised against surgery, because the nerve had started successfully regenerate. Also, the consultation with the neurosurgeon who was supposed to operate on the daughter confirmed that in this situation the operation is absolutely inadvisable, and the nerve should be given time for further regeneration.

Actually, all the time we do not fully understand not so much the improvement of the damaged nerve, but the circumstances in which it happened. We have already visited the grave of Sr. Dulcissima with the whole family to thank for the favors received and we also share with others a little “our” beloved Sr. Dulcissima. She herself came to us, ignited our hearts with great sympathy for herself and the faith that she could help us and in a few days changed our lives by 180 degrees. Thank you Sr. Dulcissima!

Beata with her family

Be united!

Be united!

During one of the meditations on the text from the Gospel according to St. John, I noticed the sentence written there: “And there was a division in the crowd because of him” (Jn 7:43). This Word has worked in me in the context of the Year of Unity that we are currently living in our Congregation. I saw the unity and divisions running through the history of salvation, through the history of mankind, through every human heart. I saw the great desire of Jesus himself expressed to the Father in a prayer shortly before the Passion “that they may all be one, as you, Father, are in me and I in you, that they also may be one in us, so that the world may believe that you have sent me. ”(Jn 17:21). The unity of the disciples is an eloquent testimony of God’s love for man. About the Love which knows “what is hidden in man” (Jn 2: 25b) and tends decisively towards “gathering the scattered children of God into one” (Jn 11:52). Likewise, our unity in the communities and the works we conduct is a testimony to God’s presence here and now.

This great desire for unity includes the truth about sin, which has been divisive since the dawn of human history (Gen 3: 1f). It separates man from God. It causes discord even among the people closest to each other. It destroys harmony with nature and touches the very heart of man, making in it a deep rupture of original sin first, and with time personal sins … Often, external divisions are only an image of what is happening in people’s hearts, souls and minds. St. Paul writes about how sin influences the way we think: “Because, although they knew God, they did not worship Him as God or thanked Him, but vanished in their thoughts and their mindless heart was darkened. Claiming to be wise, they became fools ”(Rom 1: 21-22). At the same time, the same Apostle grieves over his inner tear despite all his devotion to the service of the Gospel: “Wretched man I am, who will set me free from the body that leads to death?” (Rom 7:24). In these words, he recognizes his own sinfulness, not only from the first stage of life as a zealous Pharisee, but also after joining the community of the Church. How much humility there, how much truth …

During my biblical and life reflections, the words from the Letter to the Ephesians came to my mind about the two races of humanity divided by the wall of hostility which Jesus thus broke down, making us one (cf. Eph 2: 14-16). And though it speaks of Jews and Gentiles,

The inspired word is up-to-date and also applies to modern man, and it is you and me. Hostility, fueled by fear – most often for oneself, resentment or lack of forgiveness, still makes it difficult to build good interpersonal relationships on which unity is based. This also applies to the relationship with oneself and also with God.

The one who heals the wounds of our broken hearts and does not extinguish the wick with a faint flame (cf. Is 42: 3), who teaches to build bridges instead of building walls is Jesus Crucified and is risen. His Heart is also hurt, but because of our sin – mine and yours. He allowed himself to be hurt, pierced, opened. And just like to St. Tomas, he also addresses us with an invitation: “Put your finger here and see my hands. Lift up your hand and put it to my side, and do not be an unbeliever but a believer! ”(Jn 20:27). And faith works miracles. Miracles happen today. Unity in diversity is also one of these miracles. Touching the Heart of Jesus, staying with Him, immersing ourselves in Him, we experience the healing of our divided hearts and … we fulfill the will of Father Founder: “Strive for unity.”

The Mother is closest to the Son’s Heart. It was under her Immaculate Heart that the human Heart of God was shaped, uniting two so different natures. Therefore, let Mary, who is also our Mother, the Mother of the Church, obtain for us the grace of internal unity, that is, unity with God by living in grace – in freedom from sin, especially the deliberate, planned, and willed one. May she also obtain for us the gift of unity with people, of sisterhood through “God’s love poured out into our hearts through the Holy Spirit who has been given to us” (Rom 5: 5).

 

Sr. M. Michaela Musiał

Born at our sisters

Born at our sisters

I was born in Berlin on September 12, 1937, at nine o’clock, on a Sunday.

I am the only child.

After the First World War, my parents emigrated from Poland, near Berlin, to the town of Burgwall. There we had a large shop that had everything: food, toys, bedding. I have always been happy to be there. I remember that the store was visited not only by Poles, but also by Jews, Russians and Germans.

When I was 4, my father was shot. After this situation, my uncle took my mother and me to Poland, near Chojnice. We moved to Lipka (Złotów poviat), where I spent my later childhood and adolescence.

When I was 8 my mother got married for the second time.

As my parents did not want a flat in Lipka, we moved to Słupsk. I graduated from primary school there. As a teenager, I started working with my mother, cleaning catechetical rooms at the parish. I also earned extra money by cleaning the dentist’s office and the rooms at the Canonesses.

I went to Chojnice for a year, to a boarding house for girls, which was run by the Franciscan Sisters of the Passion. There were seventy girls there. There we gained knowledge in the field of good manners. The sisters taught us to behave properly at the table and in different places, we did various manual work, we learned to cook. Later I returned to my family home.

From childhood, I wanted to become a nun. There were sisters in Słupsk, where I lived with my parents, but I did not want to go to any congregation that was close to my family home, but to go somewhere further.

When I was about twenty, I found an address for our sisters in the “Catholic Guide” newspaper. Then I told my mother that I wanted to go to the monastery. My mother took this information very calmly, she even said: “When my cousin went to the convent, you can also go, she was an only child and you are an only child.”

It was evident that it was good news to my mother, so I decided to write a letter to the address I found. Mom read it, agreed to send it, and then saw an envelope with the address to which the letter was to be sent. After a moment of reflection, she said: “You are going to those sisters with whom I gave birth to you.”

I was surprised by what my mother said, I did not understand it and seeing my surprise, she told me what it was like when I was born: “There were Elizabethan Sisters not far from our house in Burgwall, and when I had labor pains, I went to see them because they had a delivery room. Unfortunately, due to the fact that there were no more places in the hospital, they refused to admit me, so I drove 50 kilometers further, all the way to Berlin. There I found a delivery room at the Sisters of Mary Immaculate. And that’s where you came into the world with them. ”

And so I found out that I was born in Berlin to our sisters, whom I wanted to join as an adult girl. God guides us in amazing ways.

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My mother taught me to forgive, thank, apologize and pray, and not resent the other person. She repeated that she should always be reconciled, despite the fact that each of us is different. I have to always pray and forgive.

This is what my mother taught me and I tried to practice this in my religious life, and I wish this for each of us in this Year of Unity in our Congregation.

S.M. Kryspina

“Father Founder’s eyes”

“Father Founder’s eyes”

It happens quite often to me that someone’s very ordinary, unknowingly thrown sentence becomes the reason for deeper reflection. It was no different in the case that I will describe. And it was a simple, simple dialogue with an older Sister in my Community, whose memory is sometimes flawed. Looking at the picture with the image of our Founder, she asked me this: “Sister, did our Founder have glasses? Because I can’t see. I replied that he hadn’t. After a moment’s thought, the sister says: “Aha… well, he had good eyes. This is why he is our Founder. Because he had good eyes. I had to reflect on this for several weeks. I made three conclusions for myself.

First of all: Father Founder had good eyesight (I mean not physically good eyesight, of course), ie he saw a lot. Certainly more than me. He saw the enormity of the needs and poverty (not necessarily material) of his contemporaries. I ask myself the question: do I strain my eyes to see something more than my little, safe world (my proverbial “tip of the nose”)? Do I see the changing needs, problems and “poverty” of my contemporaries? Do I not wonder about the empty eyes of people on the tram and their ears stuffed with headphones? Is it not worrying that many young people are lulled of reason? Are you not worried about the very distinct divisions in society, in families and communities? Do I see anything more in such everyday pictures? Am I looking for reasons? Father John saw more, wider, deeper. That is why he responded adequately to the needs of the situation… and innovative for the 19th century. And I? I regret to say that most of the time it is easier for me to follow my well-established, proven patterns and not ask Jesus: “What would you do?”

Second: Father Schneider literally had “good eyes”. Do I also have a good eye, “God’s eye”? Do I try to see other people with God’s eyes? Do I see in it the beauty and goodness of God’s child? After all, everything that God created was good. Am I helping people to dig out the light they were born with? After all, this light fights so hard in each of us not to go out completely… Am I shielding this smoldering wick? Not only in the other person, but also in myself?

Third: he had “enlightened eyes of the heart” and knew “what is the hope to which God calls, what is the riches of the glory of his inheritance among the saints, and what is his overwhelming power for us believers – based on the action of his power and strength.” (Eph 1: 18-19). He gave others what he had, that is, strong faith, hope and love – the inner certainty of God’s Mercy … free, for everyone without exception. This reminds me of a simple rule: you give what you have in you. What am I giving to others? If I have no light in me, how can I light the way to God for others?

Each child adopts some of his parents’ qualities and learns from them by example. Am I a real spiritual daughter of Fr. Schneider? Have I taken over his legacy? I am still far from that. I think my eyesight is poor, so I need treatment at the DIVINE OPHTHALIST …

 

Sr. Franciska Jarnot