Sunday, October 20, 2013

Poem of the Man-God: Tyrants of the House

I came across a book called Poem of the Man-God (vol. 1). It is a five volume series detailing the life of Christ through a vision by Maria Valtorta in the mid-1940’s. Occasionally, after an episode of our Lord is narrated, Maria claims that Jesus will give her a commentary on what she just saw.

For instance, after the vision of Jesus as a young boy with St. Joseph and the Blessed Virgin Mary, our Lord gives Maria Valtorta a commentary on twentieth century parenting. Keep in mind that Poem of the Man-God is not approved by the Church. As such, I ask that you judge for yourself the merits of this excerpt from chapter 37 of the first volume. I found it to be interesting.

Chapter 37: The First Working Lesson Given to Jesus

Jesus reportedly said to Maria:

“As soon as I was old enough to handle tools, he [St. Joseph] did not let Me lead a life of idleness, but he started Me to work and he made use of my love for Mary as the means to spur Me to work. I was to make useful things for Mother. That is how he inculcated the respect which every son should have for his mother and the teaching for the future carpenter was based on that respectful and loving incentive.

Where are now the families in which the little ones are taught to love work as a means of pleasing their parents? Children, nowadays, are the tyrants of the house. They grow hard, indifferent, ill-mannered towards their parents. They consider their parents as their servants, their slaves. They do not love their parents and they are scarcely loved by them. The reason is that, while you allow your children to become objectionable overbearing fellows, you become detached from them with shameful indifference.

They are everybody’s children, except yours, o parents of the twentieth century. They are the children of the nurse, of the governess, of the college, if you are rich people. They belong to their companions, they are children of the streets, of the schools, if you are poor. But they are not yours. You, mothers, give birth to them and that is all. And you fathers, do exactly the same. But a son is not only flesh. He has a mind, a heart, and a soul. Believe Me, no one is more entitled and more obliged than a father and mother to form that mind, that heart, that soul.

A family is necessary: it exists and must exist. There is no theory or progress capable of destroying this truth without causing ruin. A shattered family can but yield men and women who in the future will be more perverted, and will cause greater and greater ruin. And I tell you most solemnly it would be better if there were no marriages and no more children on the earth, rather than have families less united than the tribes of monkeys, families which are not schools of virtue, of work, of love, of religion, but a babel in which everyone lives on his own life disengaged gears, which end up by breaking.

Broken families. You break up the most holy way of social living and you see and suffer the consequences. You may continue thus, if you wish. But do not complain if this world is becoming a deeper and deeper hell, a dwelling place of monsters who devour families and nations. You want it. Let it be so.”