I must say that the Ignatius Press publicity campaign for the Georg Ratzinger book that comes out today in English in the USA is impressive - I am finding stories about the book almost on every news site online, and today, the ultra-left Huffington Post website has two stories on it in its Religion webpages, plus a slideshow consisting of five Ratzinger family photos.
Growing up in the Catholic faith
by GEORG RATZINGER
The following is an excerpt from "My Brother the Pope" by Msgr Georg Ratzinger as told to Michael Hesemann. © 2012 Ignatius Press -– published with permission.
Generally speaking, our family made a big thing of Christmas. The preparations already began with the First Sunday of Advent. At that time, the Rorate Masses were celebrated at six in the morning, and the priests wore white vestments.
Normally violet is the color of the vestments in Advent, but these were special votive Masses that were supposed to recall the appearance of the Archangel Gabriel to the Mother of God and her words, “Behold the handmaid of the Lord, be it done to me according to thy word” (Lk 1:38).
That was the main theme of these “liturgies of the angels,” as they were also called, in which the appropriate passage from the Gospel of Luke was read.
After we started school, we used to attend these Masses in the early morning, before classes began. Outside it was still night, everything was dark, and the people often shivered in the cold. Yet the warm glow of the sanctuary compensated for the early rising and the walk through snow and ice.
The dark church was illuminated by candles and tapers, which were often brought by the faithful and provided not only light but also a little warmth. Afterward we went home first, ate breakfast, and only then set out for school. These Rorate Masses were wonderful signposts leading us to Christmas.
In our family, though, it was not only Christmas that was marked by the deep faith of our parents and the religious customs of our homeland.
From our parents we learned what it means to have a firm grasp of faith in God. Every day we prayed together, and in fact before and after each meal (we ate our breakfast, dinner and supper together).
The main prayer time was after the mid-day dinner, when the particular concerns of the family were expressed. Part of it was the prayer to Saint Dismas, the “good thief,” a former criminal who was crucified together with Jesus on Mount Calvary, repented on the cross, and begged the Lord for mercy. We prayed to him, the patron of repentant thieves, to protect Father from professional troubles.
Being a policeman, after all, was a rather dangerous profession, and we were often very anxious about Father. Especially when he worked the night shift and had to walk the beat. When a misdemeanor or a crime had occurred in the area he patrolled, it was his duty to investigate it. Father often worked at night, and then it could happen that he was held up, for whatever reasons, and came home later. Then, naturally, we children and Mother were anxious and prayed that nothing had happened to him. So, of course, our prayer life was always marked by concern about Father.
When we were children, our parents also put us to bed and prayed our evening prayers with us. They used a very special form of blessing and repeated it three times. Unfortunately I do not remember the wording today. This was followed by another somewhat expansive blessing. Once I asked my father what it meant, but all he said to me was, “I do not know exactly, either. My father and mother used to pray this prayer at my bedside.”
I must admit we seldom went to Mass together, simply because our father had to work on Sunday or else sang in the church choir. When we were somewhat older, I and then later my brother served at the altar usually on Sundays and during the week, while Mother and our sister went to another Mass.
Often on Sundays we attended Mass twice, once as servers and another time with our family, for instance, the early Mass at 6:00 and the main parish Mass at 8:00 or 8:30. Then, in the afternoon at 2:00, there were devotions, and on feast days a Vespers service.
This piety, which was lived and put into practice, defined our whole life, even though today I celebrate only one Mass and refrain from going to a second one. Nevertheless, it was imparted to us as children in the cradle, so to speak, and we remained faithful to it throughout our lives.
I am convinced that the lack of this traditional piety in many families is also a reason why there are too few priestly vocations today. Many people in our time practice a form of atheism rather than the Christian faith. In some respects, they may maintain a sort of vestigial religiosity; perhaps they still go to Mass on the major feast days, but this rudimentary faith long ago ceased to permeate their lives, and it has no bearing on their everyday routine.
It starts with sitting down at table and beginning a meal without even thinking about prayer, and it ends with no longer coming to church regularly on Sundays. Thus, an almost pagan way of life has taken root.
If there are no religious practices even in family life, then this has an effect on all the rest of human life. I often speak with brother priests, and in almost all cases it seems that they prayed regularly as a family and went to Mass together. This then shaped their whole lives and directed them toward God. Thus, their vocation fell on fertile soil.
Brothers in faith:
How the Ratzinger boys became
leaders, each in his own way
by Michael Hesemann
Some of the most moving moments in my week-long interviews with Msgr. Georg Ratzinger on which our book "My Brother, the Pope" was based, were those when he remembered how both brothers reinforced another's faith.
Keep in mind, Georg Ratzinger was the older brother, born three years before Joseph, who later became Pope. In a certain way, he became his role-model, although both brothers were different in both mentality and gifts.
In Georg's case, it was his love for music which developed rather early. Joseph, on the other hand, was the little genius, the best of his class at school, a loner in the afternoons, who enjoyed nothing more than to be with his books, either in the hay of his parent's stable or out there in nature, in the green meadows of their Bavarian homeland.
What united both was not only the common blood, as two sons of a very close and loving family, but, first of all, their common Catholic faith and their rural Bavarian piety, which determined the events of the year and enriched the everyday life of the Ratzingers.
"From our parents we learned what it means to have hold in the faith in God" is certainly one of the most important sentences in our book. Common prayer was a regular and important part of their day, next to the regular and at least weekly Holy Mass in their Parish Church.
The First Holy Communion, which Georg received three years earlier than his little brother, was the highlight of their childhood. "When the religious life is already practiced in the family, it influences the whole rest of your life," Georg Ratzinger states. "This forms your whole life and directs it towards God. It creates a fertile ground for the priestly vocation."
For Georg Ratzinger, it was "completely organic" that he became a priest; not by a special event, a certain call, but by harmonic growth. When the time came, he served at the altar and became a ministrant - an honor and duty for Catholic boys, at that time even more than today.
There, serving the priest, he begun to realize that this is where he belongs, that the Lord's altar is his place in life - as a server now, in the future as a priest. Georg Ratzinger never questioned his call. He was just sure that this was God's plan for him.
At that time, little Joseph looked up to his "big brother," both proud of him and maybe a little bit jealous that he was not yet allowed to serve at the altar, impatiently waiting for his time to come.
"I don't know if I became a role-model for my brother in a certain way," Georg Ratzinger says in a typical understatement, "but at least he saw in my example how life would look like, when he himself decided to follow me on this way. We never directly spoke about it, but I can very well imagine that my example at least encouraged and confirmed him in his decision."
Still, the Ratzinger boys had to overcome the dark times of the Nazi dictatorship and World War II. It certainly was an inner opposition which strengthened their decision to resist the diabolical "Zeitgeist" and decide for Christ and His Church. They couldn't wait for the war to end and to the new challenge in their life, to become priests and to teach the Gospel in post-war Germany.
Due to the years Georg Ratzinger had to serve in the German "Wehrmacht" and the following time as a POW, both started their Theological Studies at the Seminary in Freising at the same time, on Jan. 3, 1946. Suddenly, the "small brother" was a co-seminarian in the same class.
Eventually, on June 29, 1951, one after the other, Georg and Joseph Ratzinger both proclaimed their "Adsum." Two brothers in faith became priests -- and vowed to strengthen not only each other but all believers in their common faith.
This was the beginning of two of the most remarkable careers of the 20th century: Georg Ratzinger became the famous choir-leader, touring around the world with the Regensburg Cathedral Boy Choir, the "Regensburger Domspatzen"; and Joseph, arguably Germany's most important theologian, before he was called to Rome and was eventually elected on the See of St. Peter. Both learned that nothing is impossible, if your faith is strong.
[Modificato da TERESA BENEDETTA 01/03/2012 20:55]