It was a day much like today, a hot, humid and sweltering July 6th in the year of our Lord 1902, one hundred and twenty years ago, in a small farming town in the fetid area outside of Rome, when a young girl – one could scarcely call her a woman, at twelve years old – was viciously stabbed fourteen times with an awl by an eighteen year old Alessandro Serenelli, enraged by frustrated lust, because she refused to submit to his sexual desires.
Maria’s family had fallen into poverty, made even worse when her father died of malaria. Maria, only nine but already wise beyond her years, pitched in to support her bereaved mother, saying often ‘Mother, be brave, God will help us.’ They ended up having to share a house with the Serenellis, in the impoverished ancient village of Le Ferriere, and the teenaged Alessandro had made advances to Maria before, which she rebuffed. In the end, she said she would rather die than give in, for it would be a mortal sin, which would place Alessandro in proximate danger of hell. We could use a bit more of Maria’s direct advice nowadays.
Psalm 91 speaks of the ‘noonday devil’, which in the tradition has come to signify the lust in the heat of the day, often as a man takes his siesta. It is connected with sloth or acedia, a spiritual sadness that seeks solace in sensual pleasure, against which the early Fathers of the Church warned. We see its tragic consequences in the story of King David in the Office of Readings in the past few days, as the bored king – who should have been with his men off at war – listlessly wandering around the roof of his palace, when, ‘late one afternoon’, he happened to spy the disrobed Bathsheeba bathing on the rooftop next door. We all know the adultery, murder and mayhem which followed.
Our world has accepted lust as normal – witness the debauchery of ‘Gay Pride’, drag queens and any campus, now in elementary schools and local libraries. One does not eaven hear the term lust anymore, for it seems any deviancy is fine so long as you have ‘adult consent’, but one need not ponder long to realize that ‘adult’ and ‘consent’ are rather vague terms, being defined ever lower, and broader…
Alessandro Serenelli was addicted to pornography, in the form it existed in early 20th century Italy, with photographs and drawings and his own interior imaginings. Computers and ‘smart’ phones have only made this more easily accessible.
The world has, of course, normalized pornography, with the feting of Hugh Hefner, his ‘Playboy’ mansion filled with beautiful sad and tragic women who know not their fate. His deviant lifestyle is eulogized in rock songs and films, as something both alluring and humorous. Every guy ‘does it’, so why not just accept it, bring it mainstream, make a profit, enshrine it as a profession.
But pornography, along with the lust it breeds and fosters, is always deleterious and harmful, a plague upon the soul and upon society. True enough, not everyone delving into porn becomes a would-be rapist, in the same way that not every smoker develops stage IV lung cancer. But smoking is always unhealthy and debilitating.
Just so the effects of porn and lust, which at a deep spiritual and psychological level open one to demonic influence. If chastity is defined as the “successful integration of sexuality within the person” (CCC, par. 2337), lust, its contrary, is the dis-integration of the person, to the point where he will even commit murder to get what he wants. Besides deep hunger, nothing so motivates a man, and it is especially men, like the sexual drive. And when it becomes unhinged from reason and virtue, the whole person unravels – and they will do very evil things to get what they, or their passions, want.
Maria had been beloved in the small village – her industriousness, good humour, piety, radiant goodness, along with her beauty, physical, but more importantly spiritual – endeared her to all who met her. We may suppose that God desired that she be with Him sooner than one might expect, as happens with so many who go to heaven straight as an arrow, unlike the rest of us meandering souls.
Hence, the townsfolk, when Maria’s bleeding body was discovered, gathered to lynch Alessandro, and hang his body from the nearest lamppost, but the police intervened. Maria took 24 long hours to die, after an unsuccessful surgery, without anesthesia, which she bore patiently, to the amazement of the doctors and nurses, who were surprised she was even still alive, with puncture wounds in her throat, heart, diaphragm…She forgave her murderer before she passed into eternity, asking that he be in heaven with her.
Almost right away, there were miracles, which continued through the years. One of her brothers in the trenches of the First World War heard a voice that he should not follow the command to charge the Germans – he didn’t, and every member of his troop was killed. He went on to live to a ripe old age, and have a large family.
But Maria also kept good on her promise to her would-be rapist and murderer.
Alessandro was sentenced to 30 years in prison, commuted from a possible life sentence, or even capital punishment, the leniency due to the difficult circumstances of his upbringing and the pleas of his mother. For years, he remained uncommunicative and unrepentant, until a providential meeting with his bishop and, more so, as he recounted, Maria herself appeared to him in a dream, giving him lilies, a sign of purity, which ‘burned in his hands’.
He slowly and gradually began to see the evil of what he had done, and at the end of his sentence, he went first to Maria’s mother Assunta to beg her forgiveness, which she granted. They went to Mass and received Communion together the next day. Alessandro joined the Capuchin Franciscans as a lay-brother, and spent the rest of his life in humble work, prayer and repentance. He was present with Maria’s family at her canonization in 1950 by Pius XII, where the crowds were such – half a million present – that they even spilled all through the piazza and into the streets of Rome. Alessandro died peacefully in 1970 at the age of 87. None of us is beyond the grace and mercy of God. As today’s Psalm (144/145) says,
To people’s surprise, Pope Pius declared Maria a martyr, framing her witness this way in his homily:
As a priest friend of mine mentioned, it is providential that the Pope put forward Maria Goretti as a ‘martyr for chastity’ at the very dawn of the sexual revolution, when all hell would quite literally break loose, an inferno whose tragic culmination we are all now witnessing. The ironic thing is that the misuse of sex destroys the very pleasure, even the desire, for sex, as the disastrous effects of our modern ‘anything goes’ culture attests.
As we see in Alessandro, there is always time to repent while we live in this mortal coil. We should pray to Saint Maria that our culture may escape from the snares of the ‘noonday devil’, and recapture the joy of chastity and friendship, which is the only way to true sexual intimacy in the covenant of matrimony. Anything else is a lie, which too many of us learn, if we learn at all, like Alessandro, the hard way.
Saint Maria Goretti, ora pro nobis!