Bl. Miguel Agustin Pro S.J.

*** Flashback: This blog post appeared on our family blog back in 2013. Blessed Fr. Pro is one of our family’s patron saints. His feast day was on the 23rd.***

Born on January 13, 1891 in Guadalupe, Mexico, Miguel Agustin Pro Juarez was the eldest son of Miguel Pro and Josefa Juarez. Miguelito, as his doting family called him, was, from an early age, intensely spiritual and equally intense in his mischievousness, frequently exasperating his family with his humor and practical jokes.

As a child, he had a daring precociousness that sometimes went too far, tossing him into near-death accidents and illnesses. On regaining consciousness after one of these episodes, young Miguel opened his eyes and blurted out to his frantic parents, “I want some cocol!” (a colloquial term for his favorite sweet bread). “Cocol” became his nickname, which he would later adopt as a code name during this clandestine ministry.

Miguel was particularly close to his older sister and after she entered a cloistered convent, he came to recognize his own vocation to the priesthood. Although he was popular with the senoritas and had prospects of a lucrative career managing his father’s thriving business concerns, Miguel renounced everything for Christ his King and entered the Jesuit novitiate in El Llano, Michoacan in 1911.

While studying in Mexico a tidal wave of anti-Catholicism crashed down upon Mexico in 1914, forcing the novitiate to disband and flee to the United States, where Miguel and his brother seminarians trekked through Texas and New Mexico before arriving at the Jesuit house in Los Gatos, California.

In 1915, Miguel was sent to a seminary in Spain, where he remained until 1924, when he went to Belgium for his ordination to the priesthood in 1925. During this time, Miguel suffered from a severe stomach problem and after three operations, when his health did not improve, his superiors, in 1926, allowed him to return to Mexico in spite of the grave religious persecution in that country.

Back in his homeland, the churches were closed, and priests went into hiding. Miguel spent the rest of his life in a secret ministry to the sturdy Mexican Catholics. In addition to fulfilling their spiritual needs, he also carried out the works of mercy by assisting the poor in Mexico City with their temporal needs.

Father Pro in one of his many disguises.

He adopted many interesting disguises in carrying out his secret ministry. He would come in the middle of the night dressed as a beggar to baptize infants, bless marriages and celebrate Mass. He would appear in jail dressed as a police officer to bring Holy Viaticum to condemned Catholics. When going to fashionable neighborhoods to procure for the poor, he would show up at the doorstep dressed as a fashionable businessman with a fresh flower on his lapel. His many exploits could rival those of the most daring spies. In all that he did, however, Fr. Pro remained obedient to his superiors and was filled with the joy of serving Christ, his King.

Falsely accused in the bombing attempt on a former Mexican president, Miguel became a wanted man. Betrayed to the police, he was sentenced to death without the benefit of any legal process.On the day of his execution, Fr. Pro forgave his executioners, prayed, bravely refused the blindfold. He died proclaiming, “Viva Cristo Rey!”, “Long live Christ the King!” 

Blessed Miguel Pro before he is shot to death.

Chickens and Stay At Home Orders

Seven years ago we ordered our first batch of chicks from Murray McMurray hatchery. Through the years the children have grown, chickens have passed on and occasionally more chicks have been added.

Josh, the little guy with the plaid shirt above, seemed to be the one who took the most liking to the flock. Each year he incubates a few eggs to add to our coop.

This year the hatch is occurring during our “stay at home” time due to living in NY and COVID-19. It is times like this that I am grateful to live where we do. We have no worries about fresh air, outside play or loneliness. I know there are others who have it much, much worse than we do. And I think about them often.

I love the feeling that comes with the baby chicks. The awe and the joy that new life brings. Josh has grown, but he still loves his chickens and chicks just as much as he did seven years ago. And so I contemplate how things can change, but yet stay the same.

Stay safe everyone! As my Aunt Bea used to say, “This too shall pass.”