Saint of the Day – 23 July – Saint Romula of Rome (Died c580) Virgin

Saint of the Day – 23 July – Saint Romula of Rome (Died c580) Virgin, Recluse, Ascetic

Romula lived with St Redempta as a Recluse near the Basilica of St Mary Major in Rome. Redempta had been trained as a Nun by St Herundo in Palestine.
These three formed a small community in Rome and they earned the praise of the Pope, St Gregory I the Great.
Romula became ill and was paralysed for the last years of her life.

St Gregory wrote:

“At the time when I went to the Monastery, there was an old woman named Redempta who wore a Nun’s dress and lived by the Church of Mary here in the City. She was a disciple of the Herundo who is said to have lived as a hermit on the mountain near Preneste. Now this Redempta had two disciples in Nun’s garb, one named Romula and the other, who is still living, of whom I do not remember her name, although I would recognise her. So the three lived together in the same house, rich in Godliness but poor in this world’s goods.

Romula surpassed her fellow sister Redempta, by her great merits – admirably patient and perfectly obedient, she observed silence and was untiring in prayer. But now. it is often the case that those who are considered perfect by their fellow human beings, still have something imperfect about them, in the Creator’s eyes. (In the same way as when we, ignorant men, look at an unfinished sculpture and praise it as finished, while the artist, who probably hears our praise, improves it further by further polishing.) Romula was stricken with the disease which the Doctors call by its Greek name, paralysis.

For many years she was bedridden and almost completely deprived of the use of her limbs. But this trial did not make her impatient! The injury to her limbs only increased her virtues; she gave herself so much more to prayer that she was unable to do anything else.

One night she called out to Redempta, who was, as I said, like a mother to her two disciples: “Mother, come! Mother, come!” and she, Redempta, stood up with the other disciple. What then happened, they both told to many and I heard it too – as they stood by her bed in the middle of the night, a light from Heaven suddenly filled the whole cell. The sight was so overwhelming that they were struck with awe and (as they afterwards related) completely paralysed too.

They heard the sound of many people entering and touching the cell door, they felt the crowd coming in but said that, from fear and from the overwhelming character of the light, they could not see – their eyes were, as if closed to both. After the shining light followed a wonderful fragrance which was supposed to take away their fear of the brilliant light but, when they could not manage this last, Romula began, in a loving voice, to comfort her Superior Redempta, with the words: “Fear not, Mother, I will not die yet.” She said this repeatedly and the light faded but the sweet smell remained.

It remained too, on the second and third day. On the fourth night she again called her Superior, who came – she asked for Holy Communion and received it. Redempta and the other disciple had not yet left the Infirmary when suddenly, two choirs appeared in the square outside the cell, singing David’s Psalms. Their gender, they later said, they could hear from the voices – the men intoned and the women answered. And while this heavenly Liturgy took place outside the cell, Romula’s holy soul was separated from her body. As she was led up to Heaven, the Psalm sounded fainter and fainter as the soul rose higher and higher, then both ithe soul and the good fragrance were gone.”