“I don’t know what’s going to become of you!” How many parents
have said that? Maximilian Mary Kolbe’s reaction was, “I prayed very hard to
Our Lady to tell me what would happen to me. She appeared, holding in her hands
two crowns, one white, one red. She asked if I would
like to have them—one was for purity, the other for martyrdom.
I said, ‘I choose both.’ She smiled and disappeared.” After that he was
not the same.
He entered the minor seminary of the Conventual Franciscans in
Lvív (then Poland, now Ukraine), near his birthplace, and at 16 became a
novice. Though he later achieved doctorates in philosophy and theology, he was
deeply interested in science, even drawing plans for rocket ships.
Ordained at 24, he saw religious indifference as the deadliest
poison of the day. His mission was to combat it. He had already
founded the Militia of the Immaculata, whose aim was to fight evil
with the witness of the good life, prayer, work and suffering.
He dreamed of and then founded Knight
of the Immaculata, a religious magazine under Mary’s
protection to preach the Good News to all nations. For the work of publication
he established a “City of the Immaculata”—Niepokalanow—which housed 700
of his Franciscan brothers. He later founded one in Nagasaki,
Japan. Both the Militia and the magazine ultimately reached the one-million
mark in members and subscribers. His love of God was daily filtered
through devotion to Mary.
In 1939 the Nazi panzers overran Poland with deadly speed.
Niepokalanow was severely bombed. Kolbe and his friars were arrested,
then released in less than three months, on the feast of the Immaculate
Conception.
In 1941 he was arrested again. The Nazis’ purpose was to
liquidate the select ones, the leaders. The end came quickly, in Auschwitz
three months later, after terrible beatings and humiliations.
A prisoner had escaped. The commandant announced that 10
men would die. He relished walking along the ranks. “This one. That
one.” As they were being marched away to the starvation bunkers,
Number 16670 dared to step from the line. “I would like to take that
man’s place. He has a wife and children.” “Who are you?” “A priest.”
No name, no mention of fame. Silence. The commandant, dumbfounded, perhaps with
a fleeting thought of history, kicked Sergeant Francis Gajowniczek
out of line and ordered Father Kolbe to go with the nine. In the “block of
death” they were ordered to strip naked, and their slow starvation began in
darkness. But there was no screaming—the prisoners sang.
By the eve of the Assumption four were left alive. The jailer
came to finish Kolbe off as he sat in a corner praying. He lifted his fleshless
arm to receive the bite of the hypodermic needle. It was filled with carbolic
acid. They burned his body with all the others. He was beatified in
1971 and canonized in 1982.
Comment:
Father Kolbe’s death was not a sudden, last-minute act of heroism. His whole life had been a preparation. His holiness was a limitless, passionate desire to convert the whole world to God. And his beloved Immaculata was his inspiration.
Father Kolbe’s death was not a sudden, last-minute act of heroism. His whole life had been a preparation. His holiness was a limitless, passionate desire to convert the whole world to God. And his beloved Immaculata was his inspiration.
Quote:
“Courage, my sons. Don’t you see that we are leaving on a mission? They pay our fare in the bargain. What a piece of good luck! The thing to do now is to pray well in order to win as many souls as possible. Let us, then, tell the Blessed Virgin that we are content, and that she can do with us anything she wishes” (Maximilian Mary Kolbe, when first arrested).
“Courage, my sons. Don’t you see that we are leaving on a mission? They pay our fare in the bargain. What a piece of good luck! The thing to do now is to pray well in order to win as many souls as possible. Let us, then, tell the Blessed Virgin that we are content, and that she can do with us anything she wishes” (Maximilian Mary Kolbe, when first arrested).
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