Article on the new Eucharistic Sanctuary in Balasar which, although not completely finished at the time, held a Mass last October for the 70th anniversary of Blessed Alexandrina's death. The official inauguration will be on the Sunday closest to the anniversary this year (October 11th). https://www.santocarloacutis.org/eu...f-balasar-to-be-inaugurated-on-october-11-en/
https://catholicconnect.in/news/the...dinary-life-of-blessed-alexandrina-of-balazar From the article above: The Eucharistic Legacy of Blessed Alexandrina "The story of Blessed Alexandrina of Balazar remains one of the most extraordinary Eucharistic accounts of modern times. Her life invites believers to look beyond the Eucharist as a simple ritual and to encounter it as a profound meeting with Christ. Through her suffering, prayer, and complete trust in Jesus, Alexandrina left behind a powerful message: the Eucharist is not only received—it is lived. For those who believe, it becomes a source of strength, hope, and divine life."
A Hidden Life That Became a Eucharistic Mystery Her story was not one of seeking attention or recognition, but of a deep spiritual union with Christ. Through suffering, prayer, and an intense love for the Eucharist, Alexandrina became a powerful witness to the Catholic belief in the real presence of Jesus in the Blessed Sacrament.
HYMN TO THE TABERNACLES by Alexandrina Maria da Costa (1931). Imprimatur – 14 April 1995, D. Jorge da Costa Ortiga. "Oh my Jesus, I want each pain that I feel, each palpitation of my heart, each time I breathe, each second of the hours I pass, to be Acts of love for your Tabernacles. I want each movement of my feet, my hands, my lips, my tongue, each time that I open my eyes or close them, each tear, each smile, each joy, each sadness, each tribulation, each distraction, contrariety or trouble, to be Acts of love for your Tabernacles. I want each letter of the prayers I recite or hear to recite, all the words that I pronounce or hear to pronounce, that I read or hear to read, that I write or see someone writing, that I sing or hear to sing, to be Acts of love for your Tabernacles. I want each time I kiss your holy images or those of your and my beloved Mama, and your saints, to be Acts of love for your Tabernacles. Oh Jesus, I want each little drop of rain that falls from the sky to the land, all the water contained in the world, offered drop by drop, all the sands of the sea and everything the sea contains, to be Acts of love for Your Tabernacles. Oh Jesus, I offer You the leaves of the trees, all the fruits that they might have, the little flowers offered petal by petal, all the little grains of seeds and cereals in the world, and everything contained in the gardens, fields and mountains, I offer everything as Acts of love for Your Tabernacles. Oh Jesus, I offer You the feathers of the small birds, their own warbling, the fur and the voices of all the animals, as Acts of love for Your Tabernacles. Oh Jesus, I offer You the day and the night, the heat and the cold, the wind, the snow, the moon, the moonlight, the sun, the sunset, the stars of the sky, my sleep, my dream, as Acts of love for Your Tabernacles. Oh Jesus, I offer You everything the world contains, all its greatness, wealth and treasures, everything which happens to myself, everything I use to offer to You, everything one can imagine, as Acts of love for Your Tabernacles. Oh Jesus, accept the sky, the land, the sea, everything, everything they contain, as if everything was mine and everything I could make use of and offer You as Acts of love for Your Tabernacles."
