I sing a song of the saints of God,
patient and brave and true,
who toiled and fought and lived and died
for the Lord they loved and knew.
excerpt from the hymn
I Sing a song of the Saints of God
Lesbia Scott 1898
(when your name is officially Julia and you see a wine named after you, well…..)
It was a very long day….
followed by the very long exhale from years of burden.
More about all of that later…
As we’re just in the middle of a huge change of life’s seasons…
So late this afternoon, when I was dashing in a store in Atlanta
in order to pick up something for supper,
I spied this little bottle of wine…and since it had my name on it…
well, it seemed like a destiny sort of thing…
Thus in turn, I offer us all a little background lesson on Saint Julia….
Patron of Corsica
Saint Julia was a noble virgin of Carthage, who, when the city was taken
by Genseric in 439, was sold for a slave to a pagan merchant of Syria.
In the most mortifying employments of her station,
by cheerfulness and patience she found a happiness and comfort which the world could not give.
Whenever she was not employed in household affairs,
her time was devoted to prayer and reading books of piety.
Her master, who was charmed with her fidelity and other virtues,
thought proper to take her with him on one of his voyages to Gaul.
When he reached the northern part of Corsica,
he cast anchor and went ashore to join the pagans of the place in an idolatrous festival.
Julia was left at some distance,
because she would not be defiled by the superstitious ceremonies,
which she openly spurned. The governor of the island, Felix,
a bigoted pagan, asked who this woman was who dared to insult the gods. T
he merchant informed him that she was a Christian,
and that all his authority over her was too weak to prevail upon her to renounce her religion;
nonetheless, he found her so diligent and faithful he could not part with her.
The governor offered him four of his best slaves in exchange for her.
But the merchant replied, No; all you are worth will not purchase her;
for I would lose the most valuable thing I have in the world rather than be deprived of her.
Nonetheless Felix, while the inebriated merchant was asleep,
attempted to compel her to sacrifice to his gods.
He offered to procure her liberty if she would comply.
The Saint made answer that she was as free as she desired to be,
as long as she was allowed to serve Jesus Christ.
The pagan, offended by her undaunted and resolute air,
in a transport of rage caused her to be struck on the face,
and the hair of her head to be torn off.
Finally he ordered her to be hanged on a cross until she expired.
Certain monks from the isle of Gorgon transported her relics there,
but in 763 the king of Lombardy transferred them to Brescia,
where her memory is celebrated with great devotion.
Saint Julia, whether free or a slave,
whether in prosperity or in adversity, was equally fervent and devout.
She adored all the sweet designs of Providence;
and far from complaining, she never ceased to praise and thank God for all His holy designs.
God, by an admirable chain of events,
raised her by her fidelity to the honors of a Saint, and to the dignity of a virgin and martyr.
Little Pictorial Lives of the Saints,
a compilation based on Butler’s Lives of the Saints and
other sources by John Gilmary Shea (Benziger Brothers: New York, 1894).
Thanks for the piece of history today . Hope you enjoyed the wine🍷
Hope you enjoyed the wine! How amazing it is to me to read of the faithfulness of the martyrs! They truly inspire me as their lives inspired the people who knew them. Blessings on your Sunday!
Thanks for sharing the story! I loved this, “In the most mortifying employments of her station, by cheerfulness and patience she found a happiness and comfort which the world could not give.” That would be fun to post at work!
Hope you enjoyed the wine! I laughed because God has put my name on a few things too, and if it’s affordable, right in front of me, and the answer to prayer, well there you go! I’d hate to get to heaven and hear, “what is wrong with you? I actually wrote your name on the thing!”
Well, I’ve never quite thought about that—that He wrote my name on it 🙂
The wine is good–I’ve had better but I’ve also had worse—but the story of Julia is the best part—people can say what they will about saints how so many of the faithful are so interested in them or “pay homage” to them—but I have always learned so much form their stories—
with the best part always being that of Hope!!!
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Interesting history about St. Julia. And you certainly deserved a glass of wine and have had a saint with your name. Love, N 🙂 ❤