Meet The Irish by Harry McGuirk
They’ve come from near and far—east, west, north, and south of Ireland to be with the masses of people to touch St. Theresa’s coffin. There is a heavy glass enclosure around the coffin to preserve the beautiful casket.
It’s difficult to keep an eye on an invalid’s needs and to be in place in the great Carmelite Church, Whitfriar Street, Dublin. For each segment the people of Dublin wanted to venerate the young saint and to ask her for her blessing.
I was delighted to take the opportunity to use my humble prayers for a multitude of friends here in Ireland and the U.S.A. who I know need the intercession. Please God our prayers will be heard.
I had just arrived Tuesday evening at the church through the mighty rain and took my place near the casket. I had rosary beads and medals to be blessed to touch the casket. Margie had told me she was free of arthritic pains for the first time in a long time. I had roses to present in thanksgiving and so did a multitude of people who stopped by the casket. An ecstasy of peace and love reigned over that holy place.
The Boy Scouts and the Girl Scouts were the guard of honor from scout masters to tiny tots they saluted the casket of St. Theresa and the Blessed Sacrament.
The doors were ordered to be closed and no one was to leave his seat. If they wanted to go they should leave now. The High Mass began in English of course. A beautiful choir appeared. Then the Carmelites appeared in force. A blessing was given to all.
The beautiful stories of St. Theresa’s life and death at twenty-four years of age were told.
The sensation at that point was of being in heaven on earth. St. Theresa was giving us all her love and promises she made to all people on earth.
As I left the church I was astounded with the massive crowds filling the pavement and the rain bashing down. And there they were unperturbed by the lashing rain. It was dark and cold. Thank God I had my cap. I couldn’t get a taxi. It was going on for ten o’clock at night and I thought just imagine when walking home alone through the streets of Dublin which most Dubliners would tell you they would be terrified. Saint Theresa has brought out close to a million people.
Margie and I are contemplating on a way to get to Knock, County Mayo for the visitation. We will pray to St. Theresa.