St. Sharbel


We have told many stories in this column of ancient hermits who were wonderworkers. Are there any modern saints who have embraced that lifestyle?

More than you might think. Take St. Sharbel Makhlouf. He died as recently as 1898. He was a figure from the past who worked wonders in the present.

Sharbel Makhlouf? “A Middle East name?” you will ask. Yes, he was the fifth child of a devout farmer in the mountains of Lebanon, north of Beirut. At baptism into the Catholic Maronite (or West Syrian) Rite, he was given the name Joseph (Youssef).

Youssef had two uncles who were Maronite monks. Though initially he tended sheep and worked as a farmhand, he was inspired by his uncles’ vocations to want to be a monk. One day in 1851 a young woman gave signs of desiring to marry him. The next morning, and without even telling his widowed mother, Youssef walked the ten-hour journey to the monastery of Our Lady of Mayfouq, and asked to be admitted into the Lebanese Maronite religious order.

The monks of Mayfouq welcomed him and gave him the religious name Sharbel, after a martyr who had died at Antioch in the year 107. Sharbel made the second year of his novitiate in the monastery of St. Maron at Annaya, some 15 kilometers south of Mayfouq. Thus, he was 25 in 1853 when he took his solemn vows. He then made his priestly studies at the monastery at St. Cyprian at Kfifane. Always near the head of his class, he was ordained a priest on July 23, 1858. He was then assigned to the monastery of Annaya. There he spent the next 16 years in community life with his fellow monks.

Monastic rules are guides to holiness when diligently observed. Father Sharbel tried to live up to his rule perfectly. His obedience became legendary. For humility, he sought out the most menial tasks. His penances and prayer life were just as rigorous. He had special devotion to the Blessed Sacrament and to Mary.

In Eastern monasticism, life as a hermit is considered superior to life in a community. Sharbel asked his abbot for permission to withdraw to the monastery’s nearby hermitage. The abbot refused. Then in 1875 an odd thing happened. The lamp in Sharbel’s cell kept burning even though the reservoir contained not oil but water. That same year the abbot granted his request. For the last 23 years of his life he lived in the hermitage of SS. Peter and Paul, ever increasing in union with God. He died at age 70. His body was then buried unembalmed and coffinless.

It was only after his death that his remains became an attraction. For 45 nights a bright light shone from his tomb. The superiors decided to exhume his body. Although it had spent four months in the earth and was found floating in mud, it was not corrupted but as natural as on the day of burial. It was cleaned, reclothed, put into a coffin, and set in a corner of the chapel.

Now there began to come forth from his body a liquid that seemed a mixture of perspiration and blood. This liquid, collected on cloths, started to work cures. The body was examined again in 1927 and 1950, and found still lifelike and flexible. By now it was an object of pilgrimage, and from 1950 on there were 2,000 reported miracles. Two of these were selected by Pope Paul VI in 1965 as a basis for Sharbel’s beatification.

After his beatification, the body finally decayed, leaving only the skeleton. Paul VI canonized Blessed Sharbel in 1977. His feast day is July 23.

Still another marvel in narrated of this miracle-working saint. Apparently nobody had ever painted his portrait or taken his picture during his life. But, on May 8, 1950, a photographer took a picture of a group of five pilgrims who had come to his shrine. When the picture was developed, there in the group stood a sixth person, a white-bearded monk, hooded and with downcast eyes. Everybody was surprised for there had been no monk on hand when the photographer took the picture. But those who had known the saint exclaimed, “That’s Father Sharbel!” All the pictures of the Saint since then have been based on this seemingly miraculous posthumous portrait. Sharbel must have had great fun that day!

Today when his homeland, Lebanon, is being torn to bits, should we not pray to this saint, so ancient and yet so modern, to beg for peace for his ancient Christian country?

-Father Robert F. McNamara