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In order to know what great love is, one should study the beautiful penitent, who washed the feet of Jesus with the water of her tears, and dried them with the towel of her hair.

Saint Mary Magdalen's audacity, her courage, her eagerness, gave Christian love a true impetus in all the saints that followed her.

She was an outstanding girl, the love-flamings of whose heart, the love-anguishings of whose soul, consoled Our Lord when He needed comfort most ­ when His feet were pierced by nails, His head by thorns, and His heart by man's ingratitude.

God would gladly make the world for the love one girl can give. Our Blessed Lady is Gods perfect maiden. But next to Our Lady, Saint Mary Magdalen is the girl in the life of Our Lord whom He most loved. She was His overwhelming favorite, because her love was the kind that never counts the costs. Her bright eyes were always full of tears ­ for Jesus alive and sitting at a feast, for Jesus dead and laid in a tomb.

How Saint Mary Magdalen first met Jesus, we are told in the Gospel of Saint Luke. Saint Mary Magdalen learned that Jesus was dining, one night, at the house of Simon, a Pharisee, and without waiting for an invitation or an introduction of any kind, she burst through the guests to get to Him. Her only thought was to show Jesus how thorough her love had made her sorrow and her repentance, for Mary Magdalen, the daughter of a rich and noble family, was reputed a great sinner.

Never once did she think of the reproaches and rebukes which the Jews would heap upon her, in the house of a Pharisee. The Pharisees believed that all sinners remained sinners; they believed that all except themselves were sinners. Unmindful of their scorn, Saint Mary Magdalen knelt behind Our Lord while He was seated in this house full of bearded misogynists, and washed His feet with her tears and dried them with her hair. And, kissing His feet, she anointed them with precious ointment.

Tears and kisses, the highest priced oils that money could buy, and hair which was her crown ­ these were her substitutes for words. And they were a thousand times more eloquent.

When Simon, the Pharisee who had invited Jesus to dinner, complained within himself saying: This man, if He were a prophet, would surely know who and what manner of woman this is that toucheth Him, that she is a sinner, Our Lord quickly defended Saint Mary Magdalen.

Simon, He said, I have something to say to thee. . . . I entered into thy house, thou gavest Me no water for My feet, but she with tears hath washed My feet, and with her hair hast wiped them. Thou gavest Me no kiss; but she, since she came in, hath not ceased to kiss My feet.

And then Our Lord uttered His glorious tribute: Wherefore I say to thee: Many sins are forgiven her because she hath loved much. And turning, Jesus said to Saint Mary Magdalen, Thy sins are forgiven thee.

Saint Mary Magdalen is the queen of penitents. Her special title is Penitent . That is the way she is referred to in the Church's liturgy, and that is the way we lovingly remember her. And so beautiful is penitence in the eyes of God, that He is willing to have this girl ­ who loved Him with every breath of her being, and whom He loved with a most special tender love ­ known throughout all the Christian ages by a word which reveals afresh, for every new generation, the story of her sins. Men and women, whose own lives should cause them to hang their heads before the beauty of her love and dedication, know only her shame and the casting out from her of seven devils. And they think her akin to themselves, in some familiar way.

What so few realize is that Saint Mary Magadalen, because her gratitude and humility are equal to her unparalleled love, is delighted to bear, through all Christian centuries, the title Penitent in order that through her the mercies of her Lord might be made manifest. For actually, in all the days of her life that followed upon her anointing the feet of Jesus in the house of Simon, the Pharisee, she grew in love and prayer and contemplation to such a height that, except for Our Ladys ­ whose life transcends in holiness that of the lives of all the saints together ­ Saint Mary Magdalens life may be said to be the holiest of all the holiest women in the Church.

So complete and whole, so lacking in human respect, were her recognition of Jesus, her instant and overpowering love for Him ­ and her sorrow for her sins in the light of that realization and love ­ that Jesus took no pains to conceal His joy in her. She, the sinner, would match her love with His by giving her all. He would pour Himself out in love for man. She would pour herself out in love for God.

After her meeting with Jesus in the house of Simon, the Pharisee, Saint Mary Magdalen gave herself up entirely to the service of her Lord.She became one of the holy women who followed Jesus in His travels in Galilee, and up to Jerusalem. For two years she accompanied Him, listening to Him preach, drinking in His words of eternal life, and ministering to Him and his Apostles.

Saint Mary Magdalen anointed Our Lords feet a second time, and in the house of another Simon, this time Simon the Leper. His house was very near her own, in the little village of Bethany, where she lived with Martha, her sister, and Lazarus, her brother, whom Jesus had raised from the dead. This time, Saint Mary Magdalens anointing was in order to comfort the body that was soon to be hung on the Cross for the redemption and salvation of the world.

It was six days before the Passion, and it was the sabbath. A dinner had been prepared in the house of Simon to honor Jesus, and Martha was serving. Lazarus was seated among the guests at the table. Mary took the precious ointment which she had brought in an alabaster box, and poured it on the head which was soon to be crowned with thorns. She wiped with her hair the dust from the poor feet which were soon to be pierced with nails, and anointing them, she kissed them. And the house was filled with the odor of the ointment.

Judas Iscariot, the Apostle who was about to betray Jesus, cried out in anger against Saint Mary Magdalen. Why was not this ointment sold for three hundred pence, and given to the poor? he asked. Saint John tells us that Judas said this, not because he cared for the poor, but because he was a thief, and having the purse, he had also the money which the purse contained.

And Jesus knowing this, said to Judas, Why do you trouble this woman? For she hath wrought a good work upon Me. For the poor you have always with you: but Me you have not always. For she in pouring this ointment upon My body, hath done it for My burial . Amen I say to you, wheresoever this Gospel shall be preached in the whole world, that also which she hath done, shall be told for a memory of her.

Saint Mary Magdalen followed Jesus through each step of His cruel Passion. She was at His side at every possible moment on the road to Calvary, and she seemed not even to hear the fierce anger of the Jews as she broke through the guard of the soldiers to minister to Him whenever she could. She would have given her life a hundred times over in exchange for His, or even to spare Him one second of torture!

She stood by the Cross of Jesus, with Mary, His Mother, and Mary of Cleophas, and John the Beloved Disciple. She stood for three hours, and His blood fell, drop by drop, on her hair. And His death was her martyrdom.

She followed Him to His grave, and she wept all through Good Friday night and all the next day, because it was the festival of the Pasch and she was forbidden to go out to Him, to stay by His tomb. At sunset on Holy Saturday, when the Pasch was over, she hastened to buy spices with which to anoint His body, and very early on Sunday morning, before it was light, she set out, with the other holy women, for His sepulchre. They reached the tomb of Jesus just as the sun rose.

They had been worried as to how they would take away the heavy stone before the door of the sepulchre, but to their great astonishment, they found it already rolled back. They looked into the tomb, and fear fell upon them, for the body of Jesus was no longer there. Saint Mary Magdalen, beside herself with grief, ran back to tell Peter and John. They have taken away the Lord out of the sepulchre, she cried, and we know not where they have laid Him!

Saint Peter and Saint John set off in great haste to the sepulchre. Saint John, being younger and on fire with his love for Jesus, soon outdistanced Peter. But he waited at the tomb, so that Peter might be the first to enter, because the Apostles were already filled with the consciousness that Peter was their head.

Saint Peter went into the sepulchre, and Saint John after him, and they beheld the linen cloths with which the body of Jesus had been wrapped, lying there, and the napkin which had bound His sacred head, placed apart from the other linens. And they doubted no longer what Saint Mary Magdalen had told them. They returned, wondering greatly, to bring the news to all the Apostles.

But Saint Mary Magdalen would not be drawn away from the sepulchre. If the Resurrection had been delayed thirty years instead of three days, her golden hair would have turned to gray, the ointment bought for the precious body of Jesus would have dried up, and its bearer would have become an old, desiccated lady in place of a brilliant young girl; but she would have gone on weeping and waiting beside that tomb.

Now, as she stood there weeping for Jesus, she stooped down and looked once again into the sepulchre. And she saw two angels in white, sitting, one at the head, and one at the feet, where the body of Jesus had been laid. But the brightness of the garments, and the way an angel can illuminate himself in flesh so as to dazzle ones eyes, could not take from Saint Mary Magalen the remembrance of the poor face of Jesus, covered with spittle and blood. Love has a way of clinging to where it has most given itself. Saint Mary Magdalen had given her love whole and entire to Jesus from the first moment she saw Him; but on Calvary ­ when He raised His tired, spent and anguished eyes to Heaven and said to His Father, Father, into Thy hands I commend My spirit ­ the heart of Saint Mary Magdalen broke. And, except that she did not die, she gave up her life; for life could never again have any interest or joy, or even any further sorrow, to offer her.

From that moment on Calvary, Saint Mary Magdalen was given to what was beyond the earth, to the Jesus who had gone from her, as she believed, into eternity. She was to be henceforth crucified to the world, in which she must live without Him. And nothing, not even an angel, could distract her from that which she sought, and which was all that was left to her: the bruised, wounded and dead body of her Lord.

Woman, why weepest thou? one of the angels asked her.

Because they have taken away my Lord, and I know not where they have laid Him, she answered.

When she had said this, she turned back, and beheld Jesus, standing beside her. But she did not know it was Jesus.

Jesus said to her, Woman, why weepest thou? Whom seekest thou? She, thinking that it was the gardener, said to Him: Sir, if thou hast taken Him hence, tell me where thou hast laid Him, and I will take Him away.

It is impossible to utter into the ears of the resurrected Jesus any appeal more touching than that. Jesus could hold out no longer. He spoke to her one word ­ Mary!

And immediately she knew it was He. For all loves signals are simple, and its recognitions instantaneous. Joy, such as she had thought never to experience again on earth, filled her. Happiness flooded her soul. Inexpressibly glad relief revivified her poor, stricken body, and trembled in her voice.

Master! she answered Him. And she fell down on her knees before Him.

Saint Mary Magadalen was the morning-star of Christs Resurrection.

Saint Mary Magdalen, with the other holy women who had followed Him during His public life, saw Jesus several times during the forty days He remained on earth after His resurrection. She was present at His Ascension into Heaven, and accompanied Our Lady when she and the Apostles and disciples adoring, went back into Jerusalem with great joy after the Ascension.

Saint Luke tells us that Jesus led His followers, out as far as Bethany: and lifting His hands, He blessed them. And it came to pass, whilst He blessed them, he departed from them and was carried up to Heaven. Bethany, the village where Saint Mary Magdalens family lived, was close to the Mount of Olives, from which Jesus ascended into Heaven. The Doctors of the Church tell us that Jesus led His chosen ones to Bethany so that He might say farewell to Lazarus and his sister, and to bring them with Him to Mount Olivet, in order that they might witness His Ascension, and share in His triumph. The sister which the Doctors mention was, of course, Saint Martha, since Saint Mary Magdalen would have been in Jerusalem with Our Lady and the holy women, as was her wont.

Saint Mary Magdalen was present in the Cenacle, persevering with one mind in prayer, with the women and Mary the Mother of Jesus, and with His brethren, for all the days until Pentecost, when the Holy Spirit came down upon them all.

We are told that it was Saint Maximim, one of the seventy-two disciples of Our Lord, who baptized Saint Mary Magdalen and her family. This beautiful girl, who had bathed the feet of Jesus with her tears of perfect love and contrition, and to whom Jesus had said, Thy sins are forgiven thee, had to have water poured on her head, so as to receive the Sacrament of Salvation ­ as well as the other Sacraments ­ whose absolute necessity was preached to the world on the day of Pentecost, and all the days following it.

Fourteen years after Our Lords death, during a persecution of the Christians by the Jews in Palestine, Lazarus, with his sisters, Mary Magdalen and Martha, their serving-maid, Sara, the two Marys ­ one the mother of James the Less, and the other, Mary Salome, the mother of James the Greater and John the Beloved Disciple; Sidonius, the man blind from birth who had been cured by Our Lord, and Maximin, the disciple, were obliged to flee for their lives in a boat which had no sails or oars.

Only by the power of God did the boat survive and finally drift to the mouth of the Rhone River, in France, at what is now called les Saintes-Maries-de-la-Mer . The two Marys and Sara settled there. Saint Lazarus chose Marseilles for his apostolate, and he became its first bishop. Those early French Christians were proud indeed to have as their bishop, the holy man whom Our Lord had raised from the dead.

Saint Martha, after having endeared herself to the people of Marseilles by her holiness and charity, withdrew to Tarascon, where she founded a convent and lived to a very old age, renowned for her miracles and her great sanctity.

Saint Maximin went to Aix, and became the venerated Bishop of Aix.

And our beautiful Saint Mary Magdalen went apart into a cave, in France, to spend the remaining thirty years of her life in pure contemplation. Every day the angels carried her up into the air, to hear the celestial choirs singing and praising God. A very old account of her life tells the story thus:

The blessed Marie Magdalene, desirous of sovereign contemplation, sought a right sharp desert, and took a place which was ordained by the angel of God, and abode there by the space of thirty years without knowledge of anybody. In which place she had no comfort of running water, no solace of trees, nor herbs. And that was because our Redeemer did to show it openly, that He had ordained for her refection celestial, and no bodily meats. And every day, at every hour canonical, she was lifted up in the air by the angels, and heard the glorious song of the heavenly companies with her bodily ears. Of which she was fed and filled with right sweet meats, and then was brought again by the angels unto her proper place, in such wise as she had no need of corporal nourishing.

And so Our Lords prophecy concerning Saint Mary Magdalen, made long years before to Saint Martha at their home in Bethany, was fulfilled.

Martha, Martha, Our Lord had said, thou art careful and art troubled about many things. But one thing is necessary. Mary hath chosen the best part, which shall not be taken from her.

In Heaven, we may be sure, Saint Mary Magdalen is where she most loved to be on earth ­ at the feet of Jesus. And we can ask her, the dear queen of penitents, to give Him from our possessions what is the equivalent of our tears and kisses and hair, and all the precious ointment of our love. And we beseech her to implore Him to give us the best part, and that it may never be taken away from us.


We praise the Good Lord for the wondrous works he has performed in this world.  His ways are truly mysterious, wonderful and awe-inspiring. 

A woman of many sins, Mary Magdalene's soul had been touched at the house of Simon the Pharisee.  The beautiful courtesan weeps at the feet of Jesus as she anoints Him with her tears of sorrow and the fragrant ointment.  Jesus looks at her lovingly, "Go in peace," He says, "your sins are forgiven, your faith has saved you." (Luke 7:36-50)  Jesus anointed Mary Magdalene with the message of Peace.  Mary Magdalene had these words indelibly written on her heart as she followed Jesus throughout his ministry.

Three years later, our Lord is crucified, and we find Mary Magdalene at the foot of the Cross, with His mother Mary, and the beloved disciple John.  She hears the last words of Christ, is present at His burial, and witnesses His Resurrection.  All this has been faithfully recorded in the gospel so that we may remember and venerate Saint Mary Magdalene.


From the Acts of the Apostles, we believe she witnesses the Ascension of our Lord on Mount Olive, and is in the Cenacle at Pentecost.   For the next twelve years, she accompanies and shares the lot of the Apostles.   Then, during the persecution of the Christians, according to oral tradition, she leaves Palestine with Martha, Lazarus and several disciples.  The little group of pilgrims crosses the Mediterranean in a small boat and lands in France.  They come ashore in a port near Marseilles, and Lazarus remains there.  Martha travels inland and her saintly remains are now in Tarascon.  The family of Christ, on pilgrims' feet, has come to preach the Gospel of Peace!

Mary Magdalene adopts a contemplative life, and lives in peace in the hills of La Saint Baume, about 40 miles northeast of Marseille, where she spent the remainder of her life.  Some of her companions were Maximin, Sidonius, Suzanna and Marcella, who helped to Christianize those parts of ancient France.

Mary Magdalene died around the year 75 and was buried by Maximin in the crypt of his chapel in Villalata, later renamed St. Maximin.   Between the third and fourth century, her body was placed in a magnificent white marble tomb, and remained therein until the year 710.  The Cassian Monks had founded their Monastery in St. Maximin in 415 and were the guardians of the Magdalene relics.   But when the Saracens invaded France, destroying all Christian symbols, the Monks transferred the relics to a more modest tomb for safety reasons.  Before fleeing, they completely buried the tomb and their chapel.  When the invaders left in 973, nothing could be found of the relics, though many searches were made.

On December 9, 1279, Charles, nephew of King Louis IX of France (who was canonized as St. Louis) finally uncovered the remains of St. Mary Magdalene.  The transfer of the remains was made to the crypt on May 5, 1280.   On July 22, the Feast day of St. Mary Magdalene, her relics were taken in procession through the streets of St. Maximin to the joy of pilgrims.  This was the beginning of hundreds of years and thousands of pilgrims paying homage to Saint Mary Magdalene, the beloved of Christ, apostle to the apostles, patron of lovers, and bearer of Peace.

Father Bernard, OP, describes this holy place:

"During the many years of my priesthood in the Dominican Order, my eyes have been able to contemplate the delicate head of Mary Magdalene which is visible behind the screen in the Crypt in St. Maximin.  I am not speaking of a veil, or a  statue, or some work of art, but the true head of Mary Magdalene.  And each  time I pray in the Crypt, I remember that this is the woman who shared the Ministry of Christ, who walked and talked with Him, heard Him preach, felt His touch, stirred His heart, and saw Him die.   And above all, the one who first  saw our Lord risen from the dead.   Here, too, in the Crypt stands her white   marble tomb, the tombs of her companions, and reliquaries containing other precious remains, including strands of her hair."

Canticle to Saint Mary Magdalene

Saint Mary Magdalene, you came with springing tears to the spring of mercy, Christ; from him your burning thirst was abundantly refreshed through him your sins were forgiven; by him your bitter sorrow was consoled.

My dearest lady, well you know by your own life how a sinful soul can be reconciled with its creator, what counsel a soul in misery needs, what medicine will restore the sick to health.

It is enough for us to understand, dear friend of God, to whom were many sins forgiven, because she loved much.

Most blessed lady, I who am the most evil and sinful of men do not recall your sins as a reproach, but call upon the boundless mercy by which they were blotted out.

This is my reassurance, so that I do not despair; this is my longing, so that I shall not perish.

I say this of myself, miserably cast down into the depths of vice, bowed down with the weight of crimes, thrust down by my own hand into a dark prison of sins, wrapped round with the shadows of darkness.

Therefore, since you are now with the chosen because you are beloved and are beloved because you are chosen of God, I, in my misery, pray to you, in bliss; in my darkness, I ask for light; in my sins, redemption; impure, I ask for purity.

Recall in loving kindness what you used to be, how much you needed mercy, and seek for me that same forgiving love that you received when you were wanting it. Ask urgently that I may have the love that pierces the heart; tears that are humble; desire for the homeland of heaven; impatience with this earthly exile; searing repentance; and a dread of torments in eternity.

Turn to my good that ready access that you once had and still have to the spring of mercy.

Draw me to him where I may wash away my sins; bring me to him who can slake my thirst; pour over me those waters that will make my dry places fresh. You will not find it hard to gain all you desire from so loving and so kind a Lord, who is alive and reigns and is your friend.

For who can tell, beloved and blest of God, with what kind familiarity and familiar kindness he himself replied on your behalf to the calumnies of those who were against you? How he defended you, when the proud Pharisee was indignant, how he excused you, when your sister complained, how highly he praised your deed, when Judas begrudged it.

And, more than all this, what can I say, how can I find words to tell, about the burning love with which you sought him, weeping at the sepulcher, and wept for him in your seeking?

How he came, who can say how or with what kindness, to comfort you, and made you burn with love still more; how he hid from you when you wanted to see him, and showed himself when you did not think to see him; how he was there all the time you sought him, and how he sought you when, seeking him, you wept.

But you, most holy Lord, why do you ask her why she weeps?

Surely you can see; her heart, the dear life of her soul, is cruelly slain.

O love to be wondered at; O evil to be shuddered at; you hung on the wood, pierced by iron nails, stretched out like a thief for the mockery of wicked men; and yet, Woman, you say, why are you weeping? She had not been able to prevent them from killing you, but at least she longed to keep your body for a while with ointments lest it decay.

No longer able to speak with you living, at least she could mourn for you dead. So, near to death and hating her own life, she repeats in broken tones the words of life which she had heard from the living.

And now, besides all this, even the body which she was glad, in a way, to have kept, she believes to have gone.

And can you ask her, Woman, why are you weeping?

Had she not reason to weep?

For she had seen with her own eyes if she could bear to look what cruel men cruelly did to you; and now all that was left of you from their hands she thinks she has lost.

All hope of you has fled, for now she has not even your lifeless body to remind her of you.

And someone asks, Who are you looking for? Why are you weeping?

You, her sole joy, should be the last thus to increase her sorrow. But you know it all well, and thus you wish it to be, for only in such broken words and sighs can she convey a cause of grief as great as hers. The love you have inspired you do not ignore.

But now, good Lord, gentle Master, look upon your faithful servant and disciple, so lately redeemed by your blood, and see how she burns with anxiety, desiring you, searching all round, questioning, and what she longs for is nowhere found.

Nothing she sees can satisfy her, since you whom alone she would behold, she sees not.

What then?

How long will my Lord leave his beloved to suffer thus?

Have you put off compassion now you have put on incorruption? Did you let go of goodness when you laid hold of immortality?

Let it not be so, Lord.

You will not despise us mortals now you have made yourself immortal, for you made yourself a mortal in order to give us immortality.

And so it is; for loves sake he cannot bear her grief for long or go on hiding himself. For the sweetness of love he shows himself who would not for the bitterness of tears.

The Lord calls his servant by the name she has often heard and the servant knows the voice of her own Lord.

I think, or rather I am sure, that she responded to the gentle tone with which he was accustomed to call, Mary. What joy filled that voice, so gentle and full of love.

He could not have put it more simply and clearly:

I know who you are and what you want; behold me; do not weep, behold me; I am he whom you seek.

At once the tears are changed; I do not believe that they stopped at once, but where once they were wrung from a heart broken and self-tormenting they flow now from a heart exulting. How different is, Master! from If you have taken him away, tell me; and, They have taken away my Lord, and I do not know where they have laid him, has a very different sound from,

I have seen the Lord, and he has spoken to me.

But how should I, in misery and without love, dare to describe the love of God and the blessed friend of God? Such a flavor of goodness will make my heart sick if it has in itself nothing of that same virtue.

But in truth, you who are very truth, you know me well and can testify that I write this for the love of your love, my Lord, my most dear Jesus.

I want your love to burn in me as you command so that I may desire to love you alone and sacrifice to you a troubled spirit, a broken and a contrite heart.

Give me, O Lord, in this exile, the bread of tears and sorrow for which I hunger more than for any choice delights.

Hear me, for your love, and for the dear merits of your beloved Mary, and your blessed Mother, the greater Mary.

Redeemer, my good Jesus, do not despise the prayers of one who has sinned against you but strengthen the efforts of a weakling that loves you.

Shake my heart out of its indolence, Lord, and in the ardor of your love bring me to the everlasting sight of your glory where with the Father and the Holy Spirit you live and reign, God, for ever. 

Amen.


Litany to St. Mary Magdalene     

Lord, have mercy on us.
Christ, have mercy on us.
Lord, have mercy on us.
Holy Trinity, who art one God, have mercy on us.
Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us.
Saint Mary Magdalene
Who carried the alabaster vase with perfume, pray for us.
Who anointed the feet of Jesus with your tears, pray for us.
And wiped them with your hair, pray for us.
And ardently embraced them, pray for us.
To whom many sins were forgiven, pray for us.
Inflamed with the ardors of charitable love, pray for us.
Very pleasing to the Lord, pray for us.
Most dear to Jesus, pray for us.
You who chose the better part, pray for us.
Who obtained the resurrection of your
          brother Lazarus, pray for us.
Who faithfully remained at the Cross, pray for us.
When the disciples had fled, pray for us.
You who first among the disciples were
           chosen to see the risen Christ, pray for us.
Marked on the brow by the touch of His
           glorious hand, pray for us.
Apostle of the Apostles, pray for us.
Protectoress of the Order of Preachers, pray for us.
Gentle helper of penitents, pray for us.
So that we may merit to share one day the
           joy of being in His everlasting presence, pray for us.
Lamb of God, you take away the sins of
           the world, forgive us Lord.
Lamb of God, you take away the sins of
           the world, hear us Lord.
Lamb of God, you take away the sins of
           the world, have pity on us Lord.
Pray for us, Saint Mary Magdalene,
That we may become worthy of the promises of Christ.

Grant us, loving Father, that as Blessed Mary Magdalene,
in loving Jesus, your Son, our Lord, obtained above all
forgiveness of her sins, she may obtain for us through your
mercy, the joy to be near you forever.
Through Jesus Christ, our Lord, Amen.

(With permission granted for private recitation. 
Gilles Barthes, Bishop of Toulon, 1979)

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