The Beginning

Foun­da­ti­on on 19 Sep­tem­ber 2010, Feast of St Joseph – Fos­ter and Nur­sing Father of JESUS CHRIST

My par­ents were to me a good examp­le of the venera­ti­on of St Joseph. As a moun­tain far­mer my father often had to take a rather long and dif­fi­cult road to get to his live­stock. Usual­ly, the­re was still much snow in March, it was also cold and ever­ything was cove­r­ed with ice. Becau­se St Joseph was his patron saint, he wan­ted to honour this Saint on his fes­ti­val day in a spe­cial way and give him plea­su­re. My father went to his ani­mals very ear­ly in the morning, and then he set off for a rough road wal­king for 1½ hours on an empty sto­mach – first going down­hill into the val­ley and then at the other side of the val­ley uphill in order to reach the church at 7.00 am. On this fes­ti­val day, which meant a lot to him, he recei­ved the Sacra­ments. Then, a good hour later, he would take the same way back again. I thought, what a tre­men­dous Saint this must be becau­se it was so important to my father and becau­se he took such gre­at pains. Alrea­dy as a child, it made such a deep impres­si­on on me and stay­ed deep in my heart.

Mother Pau­la at a young age

When I was 15 or 16 years old, I was deter­mi­ned to enter a clois­te­red con­vent. Such was my desi­re that I often wept silent­ly see­ing no chan­ce of suc­cee­ding. – My mother died at the age of 41 (1951), 14 days after giving birth to her ninth child. I was 13 years old, two bro­thers and one sis­ter were older than I. At a very ear­ly age, my sis­ter and I picked up many things about house­kee­ping from our mother and we learnt to take respon­si­bi­li­ty. Bes­i­des school, many duties were wai­t­ing for us. Our father was a role model and an all-roun­der. The­se years were hard for him bey­ond all telling. 

In this situa­ti­on and as life show­ed the way and the respon­si­bi­li­ties, I learnt a tra­de (domestic eco­no­my) later on, when the youn­ger sib­lings grew up, and I mar­ried the now Sword-Bishop. GOD gran­ted us four children.

On 15 August 1985 I was given the con­se­cra­ti­on of my right hand by the Sword-Bishop in Rehe­to­bel in order to impart the bles­sing of St Joseph. To me it was like a bolt from the blue. I thought, if this hap­pens on the Sword-Bishop’s inst­ruc­tions, then it is all right. I mys­elf could not under­stand or grasp it. I often thought: “St Joseph, why do you have to give your bles­sing through me? After all, you do this much bet­ter yourself.” Of cour­se, it is St Joseph hims­elf who bles­ses, I sim­ply put my hand in his. Each time I felt so ter­ri­b­ly unwor­thy. Well, I did it out of obedience.

When my hus­band had beco­me a Bishop, I some­ti­mes told him that the idea of foun­ding an order some­whe­re in the future con­ti­nu­al­ly cros­ses my mind. He ans­we­red me: “I know.” Then again I swept asi­de such thoughts as my ima­gi­na­ti­on run­ning wild. The­se thoughts retur­ned regu­lar­ly and each time I have waved them asi­de – for years and years. Bet­ween 2008 and 2010 they con­stant­ly haun­ted me. I often tal­ked about it with the Sword-Bishop and I asked mys­elf if I had lost my mind. He hard­ly com­men­ted on it. “Oh GOD!” I said, “How is this sup­po­sed to be? If it be Your will, You have to tell me clear enough – let me know clear enough.” I mys­elf came to a dead end and I was afraid to be just ima­gi­ning things.

The Sword-Bishop had dedi­ca­ted the year 2010 to St Joseph. During the sum­mer mon­ths the­se thoughts haun­ted me dai­ly and I felt depres­sed to think I could lead peop­le astray or to think I was not equal to the respon­si­bi­li­ty, among many other things. I often asked St Joseph to give me cla­ri­ty. One day, I sat the­re alo­ne, hel­pless and at a loss, thin­king about St Joseph. I heard a quiet invi­ta­ti­on and had a clear view of foun­ding a “Lay Com­mu­ni­ty of St Joseph.” Without fur­ther ado I sat down and wro­te down the arti­cles – the who­le pur­po­se – it just pou­red forth from my pen, and I immedia­te­ly made preparations. 

On 19 Sep­tem­ber 2010 – the solemn feast of the Nur­sing and Fos­ter Father of JESUS CHRIST – I set the date of the foundation. 

This mis­si­on was spread among the peop­le by fly­ers and by word of mouth. A foun­da­ti­on requi­res at least three per­sons. My thoughts were: “If I had only four or five, I would be satis­fied.” Recei­ving 67 regis­tra­ti­ons was to me a clear sign of the working of St Joseph. 

To this day the com­mu­ni­ty is con­stant­ly gro­wing – though with many dif­fi­cul­ties, which is obvious­ly a part of it and a posi­ti­ve sign to me.

Mother Pau­la in Fun­ding the Lay Com­mu­ni­ty of St Joseph