The Holy House of Loreto

The marble house of the Holy House. (wikipedia.org)

The memorial of Lady of Loreto was put back into the universal calendar, on this day by Pope Francis three years ago, in December, 2019, in those halcyonic months just before the tsunami of Covid-insanity hit the world. Today we celebrate also the home where the Holy Family lived.

Homes should be refuges, veritable shires in the midst of Mordor, and Loreto is an exemplar, the Holy House of Nazareth, where the Christ was conceived in the Annunciation, now located is a lovely village on the coast of the Adriatic in Italy. This was where, according to pious tradition, the house ended up. I say ‘ended up’, for of course it was originally in the Holy Land, but was, by tradition, lifted away by angels in 1291, to save it from desecration by the Muslim hordes. The house was taken first to Dalmatia (now Croatia), then to several spots in Italy, before its current spot, found within a marvelous marble sarcophagus by various Renaissance masters, which is in turn is within the majestic Basilica della Santa Casa. (As an aside, it was an exact replica of the Holy House that was built by apparently miraculous means in 1061 on the site of what is now Our Lady of Walsingham shrine in England).

The ‘Santa Casa’ (Holy House) itself is a small stone structure, with three sides (the fourth side, which matches perfectly, is still in Nazareth). Inside are a statue and icon of the Virgin, with the former at least purportedly by Saint Luke himself.

There is much evidence that this may well be the very house of the Incarnation – the most earth-shattering event ever. Perhaps, however, it was not flown to its present location by angels, but rather moved around stone by stone by a family named ‘Angelos’ or ‘Angeli’ . (The stones have markings on them that may have signified to workers where they were to be placed). But one never knows, and we should not limit the power and miracles of God. After all, as the Angel said to Mary, with God nothing will be impossible.

Pope Saint John Paul II, in a 1993 letter on the Holy House, remarked on its importance:

The Holy House of Loreto is not only a “relic”, but also a precious and true “icon”. It is an “icon” not of abstract truths, but of an event and a mystery: the Incarnation of the Word…

It is not just a doctrine concerning the union between the divine and the human, but rather an event that happened at a precise point in time and space, as the words of the Apostle marvellously bring to light: “When the fullness of time came, God sent his Son, born of woman”. Mary is that Woman.

May this Shrine of Loreto – as John XXIII said – be always a window opening onto the whole world, re-echoing those hidden voices which make known the sanctification of souls, families and peoples”.

There is another connection with Saint Joseph, in the strange and wonderful story in 1878 of the ‘Staircase of Loreto‘ in Santa Fe – The chapel named after the shrine had a choir loft, 22 feet up, but with no practical way to get there. The Sisters prayed a novena to Saint Joseph, at the end of which a mysterious man showed up, built a spiral staircase to the loft, without nails, perfectly constructed in a way that still baffles experts. The carpenter left without a trace – well, besides his marvelous, and perhaps miraculous, carpentry skills:

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It is after Loreto that we name the Litany dedicated to Our Lady, with her various titles – to which the Popes have added over time, including Pope Paul VI (Mother of the Church); John Paul II (Queen of the Family); and three new additions more recently Pope Francis (Mother of Mercy, Mother of Hope, Mother of Migrants).

The primary purpose is to increase our devotion to the Mother of God, to seek her maternal intercession in all our needs, and a fine way to this end is to recite the Litany and the Rosary devoutly. We know not what gifts we might receive from such a munificent benefactor, who seeks all our good, and then some. As Our Lady of Guadalupe, whom we celebrate two days hence, would say to Juan Diego, ‘Am I not your mother?’.