Maximilian Kolbe
Confessor-Martyr
He was born January
8, 1894 near Lodz in Poland .
As a boy, after being scolded by his mother for being mischievous, he asked the
Mother of God in a dream “what was to become of me. Then she came to me holding
two crowns, one white, the other red. She asked me if I was willing to accept
either of these crowns. The white one meant that I should persevere in purity
and the red that I should become a martyr. I said that I would accept them
both.”
In 1907, Raymond and his elder
brother entered a junior Franciscan seminary in Lwow. Here he excelled in
mathematics and physics and his teachers predicted a brilliant future for him
in science. Others, seeing his passionate interest in all things military, saw
in him a future strategist. For a time his interest in military affairs
together with his fiery patriotism made him lose interest in the idea of
becoming a priest. The fulfillment of his dream would lie in saving Poland
from her oppressors as a soldier. However, his vocation matured with his age
and he entered the Franciscans in 1910 taking the name Maximilian. From 1912 to
1915, he studied philosophy in Rome at the Gregorian College Rome on 28 April 1918 . Within a short time he
developed tuberculosis and lost a lung. His love for our Lady grew to soon become
the devouring characteristic of his life. He regarded himself as no more than
an instrument of her will.
In 1927,
Fr. Maximilian went to the friary of Niepokalanow, the “City of the
Immaculate,” which he saw as “a place chosen by Mary Immaculate and is
exclusively dedicated to spreading her cult. All that is and will be at
Niepokalanow will belong to her. The monastic spirit will flourish here; we shall
practice obedience and we shall be poor, in the spirit of St. Francis.” In
1930, Fr. Maximilian left Poland
with four brothers on a journey to the Far East .
They traveled by way of Port Said , Saigon and Shanghai , and on 24 April they landed at Nagasaki
in Japan .
He was immensely resourceful in his spreading the Gospel and devotion to the
Virgin. By 1938 he is back in Poland
as it is invaded by Hitler and annexed as part of the Third Reich. In March of
19398, before most people thought of a war, he had said to the Brothers:
“During
the first three centuries, the Church was persecuted. The blood of martyrs
watered the seeds of Christianity. Later, when the persecutions ceased, one of
the Fathers of the Church deplored the lukewarmness of Christians. He rejoiced
when persecutions returned. In the same way, we must rejoice in what will
happen, for in the midst of trials our zeal will become more ardent. Besides,
are we not in the hands of the Blessed
Virgin? Is it not our most ardently desired ideal to give our lives for
her? We live only once. We die only once. Therefore, let it be according to her
good pleasure.”
And again:
“God
is cleansing Poland,” he said. “After this her [spiritual] light will shine
on the world.” A footnote reads:
“Although Poland Poland
And again:
“We
are living in a time of intense penance. Let us at least avail ourselves of it.
Suffering is a good and sweet thing for him who accepts it wholeheartedly.”
Father
Stanley Frejlich remembers Kolbe in 1940-1941 as his philosophy teacher. In
Krakow at the same time, young Karol Wojtyla was also secretly preparing for
the priesthood through the illegal theology department of Jagiellonian University Japan .
And during our lessons he was wonderfully cheerful – always smiling. And very
funny too.”
In Auschwitz , “the work was done at a run, with foremen
stationed every several yards to beat any prisoner – especially priests, for
whom Krott [one of the capos] had a special ferocity – who slowed down. It was
a real Way of the Cross. For Father Maximilian it lasted two weeks. He was
singled out to carry loads that were two or three times what non priests
carried] – and carrying anything, especially at a run [with only one lung], was
difficult over the uneven ground of the swamp. If he paused to rest, he was
beaten with sticks. Fellow priests who saw him bleeding wanted to help, but he
told them – usually with a smile - `Don’t expose yourselves to a beating. The
Immaculata is helping me. I’ll get alone.’”
The Event:
There were
600 men in Block 14. Someone had escaped the Block. Fritsch , the camp Commandant
“I was in about the fifth or sixth
row back and fifth or sixth man frm the end Fritsch started at. As he came
closer and closer my heart was pounding. `Let
him pass me, let him pass me, oh pass, pass,’ I was praying. But no. He
stopped directly before me. With his eyes, he examined me from my head to my
feet, then back again. A second complete up and down. I saw the [secretary]
pose his pencil to write my number. Then, in Polish, Fritsch orders, `Open you
mouth.’ I open. He looks. He walks on. I breathe again.
They are
coming to Kolbe. His admirers can only think God will never permit a son who
has given his whole life to his Father’s work – and whose work of studding the
world with Christian communication centers is so far from finished – to be
condemned by these agents of evil. Fritsch does not even pause.
But now he
is beckoning to Palitsch. They are examining Koscielniak, who watches the two
SS officers exchange looks:
It seemed
to me this look would never end and in a moment I would be called out… But no,
they passed me and chose someone else. I began to tremble from relief…
The line of
the forlorn souls, the condemned, is growing. At each selection, Fritsch’s
newest victim steps out forever from the Block ranks to join this death row.
When the SS officer reaches the eighth row, the sinister quota is almost
filled. Wojtkowski:
I am
thinking my luck is okay. Then suddenly he points down the row at me and calls
`You!’ I freeze in terror and can’t move. Since I don’t put my foot forward, my
neighbor decides Fritsch is calling him. Unsure, he puts one foot slightly out.
“Not you,
dummkopf Polish swine,’ Fritsch snarls, and points at me again. Then suddenly,
in a split second, he changes his mind and, as my neighbor starts to step back,
he orders him forward and takes him instead of me. I remain paralyzed…
Finally the
grisly selection is complete. Fritsch turns to Palitsch, the noncommissioned
officer who likes to brag about the numbers he has shot at the execution wall
by Block 11. Together the SS officers check the secretary’s list against the
numbers on the condemned. As their German passion for accuracy occupies them,
one of the victims is sobbing. `My wife and my children!’ It is Francis
Gajowniczek. The SS ignore him.
Suddenly, there is movement in the still ranks. A prisoner
several rows back has broken out and is pushing his way toward the front. The
SS guards watching this Block raise their automatic rifles, while the dogs at
their heels tense for the order to spring. Fritsch and Palitsch too reach
toward their holsters. The prisoner steps past the first row.
It is
Kolbe. His step is firm, his face peaceful. Angrily, the Block capo shouts at
him to stop or be shot. Kolbe answers calmly, `I want to talk to the
commander,’ and keeps on walking while the capo, oddly enough, neither shoots
nor clubs him. Then, still at a respectful distance, Kolbe stops, his cap in
his hands. Standing at attention like an officer of some sort himself, he looks
Fritsch straight in the eye.
“Her
Commandant, I wish to make a request, please,’ he says politely in flawless
German.
Survivors
will later say it is a miracle that no one shoots him. Instead, Fritsch asks,
`What do you want?’
I want to
die in place of this prisoner.’ And Kolbe points toward the sobbing
Gajowniczek. He presents this audacious request without a stammer. Fritsch
looks stupefied, irritated. Everyone notes how the German lord of life and
death, suddenly nervous, actually steps back a pace.
The prisoner
explains coolly, as if they were discussing some everyday matter, that the man
over there has a family.
`I have no
wife or children. Besides, I’m old and not good for anything. He’s in better condition,’
he adds, adroitly playing on the Nazi line that only the fit should live.
`Who are
you?’ Fritsch croaks.
`A Catholic
priest.’
Frisch is
silent. The stunned Block, audience to this drama, expect him in usual Auschwitz fashion to show no mercy but sneer, `Well,
since you’re so eager, we’ll just let you come along too,’ and take both men.
Instead, after a moment, the deputy-commander snaps, `Request granted.’ AS if
he needs to expel some fury, he kicks Gajowniczek, snarling, `Back to ranks,
you!’
Prisoner in
ranks are never allowed to speak. Gajowniczek says:
`I could only try to thank him with my eyes.
I was stunned and could hardly grasp what was going on. The immensity of it: I,
the condemned, am to live and someone else willingly and voluntarily offers his
life of me – a strange. Is this some dream or reality?...”[1]
“After two
weeks, “the prisoners were dying one after the other, and by this time only
four were left, among them Father Kolbe, who was still conscious. The SS
decided things were taking too long… One day they sent for the German criminal
Bock from the hospital to give the prisoners injections of carbolic acid. After
the needle prick in the vein of the left arm, you could follow the instant
welling as it moved up the arm toward the chest. When it reached the heart, the
victim would fall dead. Between injection and death was a little more than ten
seconds.
“Some of
Kolbe’s friends were brash enough to request that his body not be burned, but
buried. The request was denied. … Years earlier he had said, `I would like to
be ground to dust for the Immaculate Virgin and have this dust be blown away by
the wind all over the world.”[2]
John Paul II at Auschwitz
“From the helicopter pad on the
outskirts of town, the Pope was driven to the gate of the Auschwitz
concentration camp in limousine constantly pelted with flowers thrown by the
half-million Poles lining the roadway. But this was neither the place nor the
moment for smiles. John Paul walked through the wrought-iron entrance gate with
its infamously cynical inscription, Arbeit
Macht Frei [Work Makes you Free], and along the gravel paths separating the
red-bricks barracks buildings until he came to Block 11. There, in the
basement, in Cell 18, Maximilian Kolbe had died a martyr to charity. The Pope
knelt in prayer, kissed the cement floor where Kolbe had lain in agony,
and then left a bouquet of red-and-white flowers and an Easter candle
brought from Rome .
Outside Block 11 was the `Wall of Death,’ against which prisoners were executed
by firing squad. Enroute to praying there with West German’s Cardinal Hermann
Volk, the Pope met and embraced seventy eight-year-old Franciszek Gajowniczek,
whose life Father Kolbe had saved by his self-sacrifice.”[3]
Canonization as Martyr:
“Kolbe’s
canonization was set for St. Peter’s Square on Sunday, October 10, 1982 . But a question had
arisen. Father Kolbe was widely regarded as a martyr, but was he a `martyr’ in
the technical sense of the term – someone who had died because of odium fidei, `hatred of the faith’? He
had not been arrested because of odium
fidei, and witnesses to his self-sacrifice had testified that the Auschwitz commandant, Fritsch, had simply accepted
Kolbe’s self-substitution for the condemned Franciszek Gajowniczek without
evincing any particular satisfaction that he was killing a priest. The theologians
and experts of the Congregation for the Causes of Saints (the Vatican office
that considers beatifications and canonizations) had argued that Kolbe, while
undoubtedly a saint, was not a martyr in the traditional sense of the term….
“John Paul
II appointed two special judges to consider the question from the theological
and historical points of view. Their reports were then submitted to a special
advisory commission. The majority of the commission concluded that Blessed
Maximilian Kolbe’s self-sacrifice did not satisfy the traditional criteria for
martyrdom, heroic as ti undoubtedly was. On the day of his canonization, it was
unclear whether Kolbe would be given the accolade of a martyr, as many Poles,
Germans, and others wished.
“October
10, 1982, a magnificent autumn morning, found a quarter of a million people in
St. Peter’s Square, where they saw a great banner, a portrait of Father Kolbe,
draped from the central loggia. Still, the question hung in the air: Would
Kolbe be recognized as a martyr? The answer came when John Paul II processed
out of the basilica and into the square wearing red vestments, the liturgical
color of martyrs. He had overridden the counsel of his advisory commission, and
in his homily he declared that `in virtue of my apostolic authority, I have
decreed that Maximilian Mary Kolbe, who following his beatification was
venerated as a confessor, will henceforth be venerated also as a martyr!’”[4]
And so as a
young boy when Kolbe dreamed of asking our Lady “what was to become of me” she held out to him two crowns, one
white, the other red. She asked him if he was willing to accept either of these
crowns. The white one meant that he should persevere in purity and the red that
I should become a martyr. He said that he would accept them both.” And so it
was!
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