emmerich -2

 I had these visions by night and by day...

in the fields, in the house, sitting or walking, and when engaged in all kinds of employments. One day at school, I happened to speak of the Resurrection, describing it differently from what we had been taught. I felt certain that everyone knew it, just as I did. I did not dream that there was anything peculiar in my account of it. 

But the children gazed at me in wonder and laughed, while the master reproved [berispte] me gravely, and warned me not to indulge such imaginations.

 

My visions continued... 

but I kept them to myself. 

I was like a child looking at a picture book, explaining the pictures in its own way, but not thinking much about their meaning. They represented the saints, or scenes from Sacred History, sometimes in one way, sometimes in another. 

They produced no change in my faith, they were merely my picture book. I gazed upon them quietly, and always with the good thought: All to the greater glory of God! 

In spiritual things, I have never put faith in anything but what God the Lord has revealed to the Catholic Church for our belief, whether it be written or not. I have never believed so firmly what I have seen in vision. 

I looked upon the latter as I devoutly regard, here and there, the various Cribs at Christmas. I feel no annoyance at their difference in style, for in each I adore the same dear little Infant Jesus. 

And so it is with those pictures of the creation of Heaven, earth, and man. In them I adore God the Lord, the Almighty Creator of Heaven and earth.

~bron~