On Sunday, September 8th, Roses for Our Lady celebrated the Nativity of the Blessed Mother with an outdoor Eucharistic Rosary Procession at Saint Francis de Sales Seminary during our monthly Holy Hour for Vocations. We were blessed to be joined by Roses for Our Lady's spiritual advisor, Bishop Donald Hying. We presented gifts of non-perishable food for a local food pantry in our Lady's honor, and then, following the holy hour, we enjoyed a birthday party. The pictures below are courtesy of Mary Anne Urlakis and her family.
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Celebrating Our Blessed Mother's Birth
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National Day of Remembrance for Aborted Children
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Photo Credit: Sheila Axt, Women's Support Center, Milwaukee |
Four years later, on September 10, 1988, approximately 1,200 more aborted children were buried at Holy Cross. The bodies of these babies were set out for trash pick-up on a loading dock of the Vital Med pathology lab in Northbrook, IL, and they were retrieved by Citizens for a Pro-Life Society and the Pro-Life Action League.
These "Vital Med" babies included hundreds of unborn children aborted at two, now closed, Milwaukee clinics: Summit Women's Health Organization and Metropolitan Medical Services."
~from Pro-Life Wisconsin website
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Photo Credit: Sheila Axt, Women's Support Center, Milwaukee |
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Photo Credit: Sheila Axt, Women's Support Center, Milwaukee |
Pro-life clergy including Bishop Fabian Bruskewitz from Lincoln, Nebraska, Bishop Donald Hying, Fr. William Kurz, SJ, and Lutheran Pastor Reverend Mark Knappe, some of whom had been present to assist with the burial of these babies, gave moving statements about the evil of abortion and the value of life. Leaders of several pro-life organizations including Pro-Life Wisconsin and Citizens for a Pro-Life Society spoke about their memories of finding these aborted babies. Most moving was the tearful testimony shared by Laura Brown from Silent No More Awareness Campaign about her own abortion and the pain she endured since that horrific day when her baby died. The excruciatingly painful stories of life ended too soon were unbearable to listen to. Tears were freely flowing from nearly everyone's eyes.
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Laura Brown-photo credit: Sheila Axt, Women's Support Center, Milwaukee |
The 40 Days for Life Campaign begins on September 25th and runs through November 3rd. Won't you please sign up to prayerfully witness to the sanctity of life in your area? Until the day that all of the abortion clinics are closed, and abortion is no longer a scourge in this country, we cannot rest. We must all pray and work together to bring about an end to abortion, and to bring healing to those who have suffered from the effects of this murderous action.
"O God of Justice and Mercy, send your healing graces to the parents of these aborted children. We pray for their conversion, and the conversion of the staff and abortionists who killed these little ones. May they come to know your truth and your love. And please, O God, bring an end to the injustices of abortion." ~Citizens for a Pro-Life Society
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The Tears of Peter
My family and I went on our annual camping trip to Devil's Lake State Park near Baraboo, Wisconsin this past weekend. Early Autumn is such a lovely time to camp-lovely, but cold! It's good to be back home in our warm house. When I sat down to catch up with the emails that arrived while I was away, I found a flurry that were about A Big Heart Open to God, the interview with Pope Francis published in America Magazine. Everyone seems to have their own take on it, especially regarding his statements about abortion and homosexuality. When I read the interview, those hot-topic points didn't stand out to me as having any variance from standard Church teaching. What I did learn in reading the interview is that our Pope is a humble, joyful, personable man who beautifully compares himself to Matthew the tax-collector, "a sinner upon whom the Lord has turned his gaze." Instead of focusing on the huge debates of our day, our beautiful Holy Father chooses to focus on mercy and love for all people, perfectly following and teaching the age-old disciplines of our Church.
I found the entire interview to be a fascinating glimpse into the background, thoughts and insights of our Pope, but I have to say that there were a few particular points that made me stop in my tracks and take notice.
Perhaps it's because I see myself as a wounded soul, and we're all wounded in one way or another, and also because the clients with whom I work are often suffering from the pains of life that have nothing to do with the nutrition counseling for which I am trained to help them, that I found this passage to be deeply moving and true:
“The thing the church needs most today is the ability to heal wounds and to warm the hearts of the faithful; it needs nearness, proximity. I see the church as a field hospital after battle. It is useless to ask a seriously injured person if he has high cholesterol and about the level of his blood sugars! You have to heal his wounds. Then we can talk about everything else. Heal the wounds, heal the wounds.... And you have to start from the ground up."
I also enjoyed learning about how the Pope prays. An hour at the end of each day spent before our Eucharistic Lord is so spiritually healthy, and what a wonderful example he gives for all of us with this daily form of prayer. I found it particularly humanizing that he confesses that he sometimes gets distracted or falls asleep during his moments of prayer. That bit of knowledge helps me to feel a little less alone in my own distractions and drowsiness during prayer.
But by far, for me, the highlight of the interview was the section on Art and Creativity. How wonderful to gain that little insight into the Pope's favorite artists, movies, books and music! I couldn't wait to listen to his favorite composers and the music that moves his heart. I immediately had to look up all of the compositions he mentioned, none of which I had ever heard of before. Pope Francis mentioned his favorite: "The piece by Bach that I love so much is the ‘Erbarme Dich,’ the tears of Peter in the ‘St. Matthew Passion.’ Sublime." I completely agree with the Pope, it is sublime; the title alone is achingly poignant. Just listen to it here and see if you don't also agree!
And if you are hungry for more of Pope Francis, I highly recommend reading The Light of Faith-Lumen Fidei, his first encyclical, begun by Pope Emeritus Benedict. It's now available in hardcover through Ignatius Press. I share my thoughts on it here.
I found the entire interview to be a fascinating glimpse into the background, thoughts and insights of our Pope, but I have to say that there were a few particular points that made me stop in my tracks and take notice.
Perhaps it's because I see myself as a wounded soul, and we're all wounded in one way or another, and also because the clients with whom I work are often suffering from the pains of life that have nothing to do with the nutrition counseling for which I am trained to help them, that I found this passage to be deeply moving and true:
“The thing the church needs most today is the ability to heal wounds and to warm the hearts of the faithful; it needs nearness, proximity. I see the church as a field hospital after battle. It is useless to ask a seriously injured person if he has high cholesterol and about the level of his blood sugars! You have to heal his wounds. Then we can talk about everything else. Heal the wounds, heal the wounds.... And you have to start from the ground up."
I also enjoyed learning about how the Pope prays. An hour at the end of each day spent before our Eucharistic Lord is so spiritually healthy, and what a wonderful example he gives for all of us with this daily form of prayer. I found it particularly humanizing that he confesses that he sometimes gets distracted or falls asleep during his moments of prayer. That bit of knowledge helps me to feel a little less alone in my own distractions and drowsiness during prayer.
But by far, for me, the highlight of the interview was the section on Art and Creativity. How wonderful to gain that little insight into the Pope's favorite artists, movies, books and music! I couldn't wait to listen to his favorite composers and the music that moves his heart. I immediately had to look up all of the compositions he mentioned, none of which I had ever heard of before. Pope Francis mentioned his favorite: "The piece by Bach that I love so much is the ‘Erbarme Dich,’ the tears of Peter in the ‘St. Matthew Passion.’ Sublime." I completely agree with the Pope, it is sublime; the title alone is achingly poignant. Just listen to it here and see if you don't also agree!
And if you are hungry for more of Pope Francis, I highly recommend reading The Light of Faith-Lumen Fidei, his first encyclical, begun by Pope Emeritus Benedict. It's now available in hardcover through Ignatius Press. I share my thoughts on it here.
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Bach's Passions
I really am so thankful to Pope Francis for giving us a glimpse into who he is and what he loves in his recent interview, A Big Heart Open to God. Ever since I read it, I have been enjoying listening to the Pope's favorite music, especially the Passion of Matthew, but also the Passion of John, which Pope Francis did not mention as a favorite, both by Bach. Since the music is sung in German, I was looking for a translation, and found such breathtaking poetry interspersed with the biblical passion narratives, that I just have to share some of what I've discovered. I am certain that the following two soul-lifting passages will become my favorite prayers for years to come. Don't you love them as well?
"Erbarme Dich" Matthew's Passion by Bach:
Have mercy, my God, for my tears' sake;
look hither, heart and eyes weep before Thee bitterly.
Although I have strayed from Thee,
yet I have returned again;
for Thy Son has reconciled us through His agony and mortal pain.
I do not deny my guilt,
but Thy grace and favor is far greater
than the sin which I ever confess in myself.
from John's Passion by Bach:
Consider, my soul, with a tortured joy,
and with a bitter burden half stifling my heart,
your highest good in the sufferings of Jesus.
Consider how, for you, on the thorns that prick Him,
blooms the flowers that open the gates of heaven;
from His bitter wormwood you can pluck sweet fruit in abundance.
Therefore, never cease to contemplate Him.
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Thrice Bereft
"Lift your soul off the earth; lift it up, bravely, calmly. Do not let its fragrant petals drag in the soil; do not let selfish hands pluck you. Be not afraid that you will be crushed under foot. A Divine Gardener watches with jealous love over your growth, refreshing you with the gentle dew of His Heart's Blood, while he warms the Golden Mantle of His grace. It is true that we are on earth, but our souls are made to be lifted up, up from the earth to God."
~Letters from Fr. Page by Fr. Gerald Fitzgerald, sP
Each year when my family and I enjoy our annual camping vacation, we attend Sunday morning Mass at St. Joseph's Church in Baraboo, Wisconsin. It's one of my favorite churches, full of beautiful statues and stained glass. Mass at St. Joseph's is always reverent despite the faint scent of campfire that hovers about my family and I while we worship.
This year something caught my eye that I had never noticed before. While looking at the altar, I was struck by the image of St. Mary Magdalene, bereft, upon her knees in grief, at the foot of the cross. In many churches it's common to see the Blessed Mother and St. John standing at the foot of the cross, but here, they were absent, and Mary Magdalene alone was portrayed in her sorrow. Glancing to my side at the stations of the cross, I saw that once again, there was the Magdalene on her knees, this time joined by Our Lady and the disciple that Jesus loved. And finally, as I turned to leave the church after Mass, I saw yet another image in stained glass, of the saint who loved much, on her knees before our crucified Lord.
I thought of the three times that our Lord asked St. Peter if he loved Him after His resurrection, and St. Peter affirmed his love with three verbalizations. In contrast, Mary Magdalene gave three obvious, yet wordless, displays of love for Jesus, not just as seen in the artwork at St. Joseph's Church, but also in scripture. She knelt at His feet in the house of Simon the Pharisee, with her alabaster jar of ointment, broken open and spilling love for the Lord with abandon. She knelt at the foot of the cross on Good Friday in utter despair. She knelt at the entrance of the tomb not realizing the glory of the resurrection that was just beyond that tearful moment. In each situation, her love was evident without requiring any questioning from the Lord. She is a fragrant flower, blooming at the stem of Love and Mercy.
And the Lord blessed her for her openness, for her inability to hold back her feelings, for her willingness to release her sins and accept the forgiveness of God, and then to go forth to proclaim His love to the world. He accepted her passionate grief, knowing that her own love, watered by her tears, nourished by her compassion, would blossom into a witness for the world on how we, too, are to love the Lord; that is, fully, wholly, unreservedly, through our sorrows and joys, our sufferings and our triumphs, our losses and our gains.
Then, in the end, sweet Mary Magdalene is rewarded for her love with a magnificent entrance into the heavenly gates, carefully holding her jar of fragrant oil, now standing tall, no longer kneeling in sorrow, blissfully entering into the eternal arms of her Savior.
The beautiful painting above is an original creation of Christi Jentz and is available for purchase in small giclee (pronounced zhee-klay) reproductions and cardstock. Please visit her fabulous and informative website, Lumen Christi Art, for more details on how to order her artwork or to simply enjoy the art and background information that she offers. You'll want to check back frequently to read her fascinating blog updates.
~Letters from Fr. Page by Fr. Gerald Fitzgerald, sP
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the altar at St. Joseph's Church, Baraboo, Wisconsin |
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the twelfth station, Jesus dies on the cross, St. Joseph's Church, Baraboo, WI |
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St. Joseph's Church, Baraboo, WI |
Each year when my family and I enjoy our annual camping vacation, we attend Sunday morning Mass at St. Joseph's Church in Baraboo, Wisconsin. It's one of my favorite churches, full of beautiful statues and stained glass. Mass at St. Joseph's is always reverent despite the faint scent of campfire that hovers about my family and I while we worship.
This year something caught my eye that I had never noticed before. While looking at the altar, I was struck by the image of St. Mary Magdalene, bereft, upon her knees in grief, at the foot of the cross. In many churches it's common to see the Blessed Mother and St. John standing at the foot of the cross, but here, they were absent, and Mary Magdalene alone was portrayed in her sorrow. Glancing to my side at the stations of the cross, I saw that once again, there was the Magdalene on her knees, this time joined by Our Lady and the disciple that Jesus loved. And finally, as I turned to leave the church after Mass, I saw yet another image in stained glass, of the saint who loved much, on her knees before our crucified Lord.
I thought of the three times that our Lord asked St. Peter if he loved Him after His resurrection, and St. Peter affirmed his love with three verbalizations. In contrast, Mary Magdalene gave three obvious, yet wordless, displays of love for Jesus, not just as seen in the artwork at St. Joseph's Church, but also in scripture. She knelt at His feet in the house of Simon the Pharisee, with her alabaster jar of ointment, broken open and spilling love for the Lord with abandon. She knelt at the foot of the cross on Good Friday in utter despair. She knelt at the entrance of the tomb not realizing the glory of the resurrection that was just beyond that tearful moment. In each situation, her love was evident without requiring any questioning from the Lord. She is a fragrant flower, blooming at the stem of Love and Mercy.
And the Lord blessed her for her openness, for her inability to hold back her feelings, for her willingness to release her sins and accept the forgiveness of God, and then to go forth to proclaim His love to the world. He accepted her passionate grief, knowing that her own love, watered by her tears, nourished by her compassion, would blossom into a witness for the world on how we, too, are to love the Lord; that is, fully, wholly, unreservedly, through our sorrows and joys, our sufferings and our triumphs, our losses and our gains.
Then, in the end, sweet Mary Magdalene is rewarded for her love with a magnificent entrance into the heavenly gates, carefully holding her jar of fragrant oil, now standing tall, no longer kneeling in sorrow, blissfully entering into the eternal arms of her Savior.
St. Mary Magdalene by Christi Jentz |
The beautiful painting above is an original creation of Christi Jentz and is available for purchase in small giclee (pronounced zhee-klay) reproductions and cardstock. Please visit her fabulous and informative website, Lumen Christi Art, for more details on how to order her artwork or to simply enjoy the art and background information that she offers. You'll want to check back frequently to read her fascinating blog updates.
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Inseparable Hearts
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My friend, George Zagel, paints "pinstripe" on bottles, and he surprised me with the gift of this Immaculate Heart of Mary bottle |
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I like this effect with the rays of sunlight shining around it. It makes me think of the rays of His love surrounding her heart. |
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Exchange of Hearts by Christi Jentz, Lumen Christi Art, details here. A must read! Inseparable Hearts It was her "yes" that allowed His tender heart to grow within her bearing the marks of her love- the gift of a mother to her child. While presenting her Son to the Lord the old man eerily pointed toward her bosom and spoke the words that would forever haunt her thoughts- "a sword shall pierce your very heart." Her Immaculate Heart beat within His Sacred Heart always, always. They were inseparable. And that day, that dark, black day she stood there, stood with her grief, her sorrow, her pain and helplessly watched as His Heart broke from so much love freely given, her own heart breaking, too. When His Heart beat no more, the sword came, and pierced it through, with the blood and water of our salvation spilling upon the ground. She, too, felt the stabbing wound, and once again she heard those eerie words echoing within her soul- "a sword shall pierce your very heart" Her Immaculate Heart beat within His Sacred Heart always, always. They were inseparable. Today begins the Novena to the Immaculate Heart of Mary in anticipation of Pope Francis' Consecration of the World to Her Immaculate Heart on Sunday, October 13th. You can have the novena prayers emailed to you by visiting Pray More Novenas blog and signing up. The novena prayer includes the following Act of Consecration by Pope Pius XII which very fittingly unites the Sacred Heart of Jesus and the Immaculate Heart of Mary. Act of Consecration by Pope Pius XII Most Holy Virgin Mary, tender Mother of men, to fulfill the desires of the Sacred Heart of Jesus and the request of the Vicar of Your Son on earth, we consecrate ourselves and our families to your Sorrowful and Immaculate Heart, O Queen of the Most Holy Rosary, and we recommend to You, all the people of our country and all the world. Please accept our consecration, dearest Mother, and use us as You wish to accomplish Your designs in the world. O Sorrowful and Immaculate Heart of Mary, Queen of the Most Holy Rosary, and Queen of the World, rule over us, together with the Sacred Heart of Jesus Christ, Our King. Save us from the spreading flood of modern paganism; kindle in our hearts and homes the love of purity, the practice of a virtuous life, an ardent zeal for souls, and a desire to pray the Rosary more faithfully. We come with confidence to You, O Throne of Grace and Mother of Fair Love. Inflame us with the same Divine Fire which has inflamed Your own Sorrowful and Immaculate Heart. Make our hearts and homes Your shrine, and through us, make the Heart of Jesus, together with your rule, triumph in every heart and home. Amen. This post is part of a First Friday link-up at O Most Sacred Heart blog. Visit here for more posts on the Sacred Heart of Jesus and feel free to add your own. If you are in the Milwaukee area, join Roses for Our Lady at our monthly holy hour for vocations on Sunday, October 13th at 2 PM at Saint Francis de Sales Seminary. Fr. Jim Kubicki, SJ, will join us and will lead us in a Consecration to Jesus through Mary in union with Pope Francis as he consecrates the world to her Immaculate Heart. |
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3 Reasons I Love Catholicism Vol. 7
"The Lord tells us: ‘The first task in life is this: prayer.’ But not the prayer of words, like a parrot; but the prayer of the heart: gazing on the Lord, hearing the Lord, asking the Lord.” ~Pope Francis
The heart of any religion is prayer, isn't it? Our personal relationship with God, our love for Him, our desire to draw near and be held close by Him is what keeps us returning to church again and again and gives us the courage to live our faith in our daily lives regardless of the circumstances within which we find ourselves. So for this edition of 3 Reasons I Love Catholicism, a monthly link-up hosted by Micaela at California to Korea, I am sharing my three favorite forms of private prayer.
1. Lectio Divina: Here's a prayer form with staying power, meaning when I pray lectio divina, I can feel the effects of the prayer throughout the remainder of the day, long after my quiet time of prayer is over. I was first introduced to lectio divina, or divine reading, by a spiritual director seven years ago, and not a day has gone by since then that I have not put it into use in one way or another. Lectio Divina consists of four elements: Lectio (reading), Meditatio (meditation), Oratio (prayer), and Contemplatio (contemplation). When reading a scripture passage (I usually choose the Mass readings of the day), I try to find one particular sentence that speaks to my heart and use that for my prayer. In my experience of slowly reading a passage of scripture, meditating upon its meaning, praying with it-asking God to allow His words to enter into my heart and change me, and then resting in His love, I have found a source of peace that I can turn to again and again when the upheavals of daily living threaten to break my spirit. Spending significant time with scripture brings important and uplifting passages easily to mind in times of need and I am thereby comforted. Some of my favorite scriptural passages that I find myself praying with over and over again after having used them in Lectio Divina are:
"Come now, let us set things right, says the Lord. Though your sins be as scarlet, they will become white as snow. Though crimson red, they will be like wool."~Isaiah 1:18
"Look to Him that you may be radiant and your faces will not blush with shame." ~Psalm 34:5
and of course...
"I say to myself, I will not mention His name, I will speak in His name no longer. But then, it becomes like a fire burning in my heart, imprisoned in my bones, I grow weary holding it in, I cannot endure it." ~Jeremiah 20:7-10
For a quick yet thorough explanation of Lectio Divina by Bishop Donald Hying, visit the Milwaukee Catholic Herald here.
2. The Rosary: I grew up with the rosary. Every night at 6:15, a local radio station would air the rosary and my family would join in. If my brothers and sisters and I were outside playing, my mom would simply call out "It's 6:15!" and we all knew that meant come to the kitchen and get on your knees for prayer. Today, the rosary remains a valued part of my prayer life. My sisters and I get together once each month to pray the rosary together, and I enjoy a daily walk on my lunch break to pray the rosary and reflect upon the stories of scripture that are contained within the mysteries of the rosary. Each night when I go to bed, I take a rosary with me, clinging to the beads and knowing that the Blessed Mother is holding onto me just as tightly as I hold onto her rosary.
I love this quote about the rosary from Pope John Paul I, who only reigned for 33 days in 1978:
"To be, for a half hour at least, before God as I am in reality, with all my misery and with the best of myself; to let rise to the surface from the depths of my being the child I once was, who wants to laugh, to chatter, to love the Lord and who sometimes feels the need to cry so that he may be shown mercy, helps me to pray. The rosary, a simple and easy prayer, helps me to be a child and I am not ashamed at all."
Not in the habit of praying the rosary and want more information on how to do it? Here's a nice instructional: How to Pray the Rosary by Syte Reitz
3. The Liturgy of the Hours: Are you comforted to know that right now, somewhere in the world, someone is praying this ancient prayer of the Church? The Liturgy of the Hours or The Divine Office sanctifies the day. The clergy and religious are required to pray The Divine Office, but anyone can join in and pray without ceasing using this rich form of prayer. The Liturgy of the Hours consists of Lauds (Morning Prayer), Terce (Mid-morning Prayer), Sext (Midday Prayer), None (Afternoon Prayer), Vespers (Evening Prayer), and Compline (Night Prayer.)
For myself, I am only in the habit of praying Lauds each morning, but the thought of people praying for the entire Church at regular intervals throughout the day brings me comfort and peace. Someone is always reaching out to God on behalf of all of humanity and we are blessed.
There is a easy to use online resource for the Liturgy of the Hours. If you are interested in joining your prayers to the voices of many others in the church, visit Universalis here.
"Lord, open our lips, and we shall praise your name." ~from Liturgy of the Hours
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Write My Life, Lord
“I say to myself, and I say to you: do we let God write our lives? Or do we want to do the writing ourselves?” ~Pope Francis
"Fools that we are! We admire and bless this Divine action in the writings relating its history, and when it is ready to continue this writing on our hearts, we keep moving the paper and prevent it writing by our curiosity, to see what it is doing in and around us. Pardon, Divine Love, these defects; I can see them all in myself, for I am not yet able to understand how to let You act...I have not, as yet, by abandonment, received even the bare outlines of your pencil." ~Jean-Pierre de Caussade, Abandonment to Divine Providence
Pope Francis gets to me. I can't get through reading a single one of his homilies without the realization that I've got a lot of improving to do in my life, especially when it comes to the poor. Over and over again he reminds us that the poor are the most important, that we need to give our all for them, that we must simplify our lives, in solidarity with, and to benefit, them. It is no easy task. In his recent homily on the Gospel account of the Good Samaritan, he reminds us that "part of listening to the Lord comes with helping the needy." I'm certain that I often fail to be a good listener. I recently experienced a week of great discomfort because God put situations into my path for which I did not adequately give my all. I was the Levite and the priest hurrying on my way, too "put upon" to recognize the distressed face of Christ in my life.
I often spend time alone in church after the daily 7 AM Mass, praying before the tabernacle. Many days I am the only one in church. Recently, a homeless man came and sat in the pew in front of me, turned to me, and asked if he could tell me about his problems. I listened as Terry told me about his brother who recently died and his lack of funds to attend the funeral out of town. He complained about his divorce, his HIV positive status and his loneliness. Alcohol fumes emitted from his mouth with each word he spoke. He told me that he was so consumed with anger that he wasn't sure how much longer he could control his behavior. With those words, I became very uncomfortable, but despite that, when the maintenance man entered the church from the sacristy and stopped to stare at Terry and I, I waved to him to let him know that everything was fine. Then I reached in my purse, gave Terry ten dollars, promised him my prayers, and walked away from him to light a candle. When I got up to leave church, Terry was gone. I left Church that day, feeling, not a satisfaction that I had found Jesus within Terry and responded out of love, but a disgust with myself for feeling uncomfortable and giving him money as a way to rid myself of his company. Thinking back upon the situation, I wished that after listening to Terry's concerns, that I would have shared my concerns with him as well, as I would have with any other friend who takes the time to confide in me, that we would have had a real conversation. There, despite the presence of Jesus in the tabernacle, I didn't give to Terry from my heart full of love, but, rather, from my mind full of fear.
Later, during that same week, my family and I spent a morning working at our parish food pantry. I volunteered to work at the registration table. A handsome young man came to sign up and when I asked him how he had heard about the food pantry he told me that God had told him to come. I asked for his identification and he said that he had been in jail and the police took his ID card and never gave it back to him. Then he started crying, with tears streaming down his face. I reached out and held his hand, offering words of reassurance. Suddenly, his crying turned to laughter; loud, boisterous laughter, that drew the attention of others in the crowded church hall. I withdrew my hand and finished the paperwork. As he worked his way through the food line, he continued to laugh, as well as dance and sing at the top of his lungs. I recognized that this man was struggling with mental illness. The compassion that I had felt while he was crying, turned to repulsion with myself because I didn't do more for him. I wondered, what if that were my son, suffering so publicly, would I just turn away and ignore it, hoping that someone else would address it? What would it have cost me to walk with that young man as he made his food choices, and to help him to carry his groceries home? Could I have offered to assist him with obtaining another form of identification? Shouldn't I have followed up with him in a week's time to see how he was getting along? But instead, I turned to the next client and left this young man, this man that God had brought into my presence, to face his problems on his own.
And so, with a sorrowful heart filled with regret, and at the same time, a hopeful heart filled with promise, I pray:
Write my life, Lord. Help me to hold still while your pen works out my story, so that I may accept all that you intend for me. Don't allow me to squirm away from Your plans. Spill Your ink upon my soul, and when you are through, open the book of my life to others so that they will read the words of Your will faithfully followed in every situation. Amen.
"The Holy Spirit continues to carry on the work of the Savior. While helping the Church to preach the Gospel of Jesus Christ, He writes His own gospel in the hearts of the just. All their actions, every moment of their lives, are the Gospel of the Holy Spirit. The souls of the saints are the paper, the sufferings and actions the ink. The Holy Spirit, with the pen of His power, writes a living Gospel, but a Gospel that cannot be read until it has left the press of this life, and has been published on the day of eternity. Oh! Great history! Grand book written by the Holy Spirit in this present time! It is still in the press. There is never a day when the type is not arranged, when the ink is not applied, or the pages are not printed. We are still in the dark night of faith. The paper is blacker than the ink, and there is great confusion in the type. It is written in characters of another world and there is no understanding it except in heaven." ~Jean-Pierre de Caussade, Abandonment to Divine Providence
"Fools that we are! We admire and bless this Divine action in the writings relating its history, and when it is ready to continue this writing on our hearts, we keep moving the paper and prevent it writing by our curiosity, to see what it is doing in and around us. Pardon, Divine Love, these defects; I can see them all in myself, for I am not yet able to understand how to let You act...I have not, as yet, by abandonment, received even the bare outlines of your pencil." ~Jean-Pierre de Caussade, Abandonment to Divine Providence
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...or in the case of Jesus, hang on a cross and bleed. Photo and quote H/T Nancy Shuman. |
Pope Francis gets to me. I can't get through reading a single one of his homilies without the realization that I've got a lot of improving to do in my life, especially when it comes to the poor. Over and over again he reminds us that the poor are the most important, that we need to give our all for them, that we must simplify our lives, in solidarity with, and to benefit, them. It is no easy task. In his recent homily on the Gospel account of the Good Samaritan, he reminds us that "part of listening to the Lord comes with helping the needy." I'm certain that I often fail to be a good listener. I recently experienced a week of great discomfort because God put situations into my path for which I did not adequately give my all. I was the Levite and the priest hurrying on my way, too "put upon" to recognize the distressed face of Christ in my life.
I often spend time alone in church after the daily 7 AM Mass, praying before the tabernacle. Many days I am the only one in church. Recently, a homeless man came and sat in the pew in front of me, turned to me, and asked if he could tell me about his problems. I listened as Terry told me about his brother who recently died and his lack of funds to attend the funeral out of town. He complained about his divorce, his HIV positive status and his loneliness. Alcohol fumes emitted from his mouth with each word he spoke. He told me that he was so consumed with anger that he wasn't sure how much longer he could control his behavior. With those words, I became very uncomfortable, but despite that, when the maintenance man entered the church from the sacristy and stopped to stare at Terry and I, I waved to him to let him know that everything was fine. Then I reached in my purse, gave Terry ten dollars, promised him my prayers, and walked away from him to light a candle. When I got up to leave church, Terry was gone. I left Church that day, feeling, not a satisfaction that I had found Jesus within Terry and responded out of love, but a disgust with myself for feeling uncomfortable and giving him money as a way to rid myself of his company. Thinking back upon the situation, I wished that after listening to Terry's concerns, that I would have shared my concerns with him as well, as I would have with any other friend who takes the time to confide in me, that we would have had a real conversation. There, despite the presence of Jesus in the tabernacle, I didn't give to Terry from my heart full of love, but, rather, from my mind full of fear.
Later, during that same week, my family and I spent a morning working at our parish food pantry. I volunteered to work at the registration table. A handsome young man came to sign up and when I asked him how he had heard about the food pantry he told me that God had told him to come. I asked for his identification and he said that he had been in jail and the police took his ID card and never gave it back to him. Then he started crying, with tears streaming down his face. I reached out and held his hand, offering words of reassurance. Suddenly, his crying turned to laughter; loud, boisterous laughter, that drew the attention of others in the crowded church hall. I withdrew my hand and finished the paperwork. As he worked his way through the food line, he continued to laugh, as well as dance and sing at the top of his lungs. I recognized that this man was struggling with mental illness. The compassion that I had felt while he was crying, turned to repulsion with myself because I didn't do more for him. I wondered, what if that were my son, suffering so publicly, would I just turn away and ignore it, hoping that someone else would address it? What would it have cost me to walk with that young man as he made his food choices, and to help him to carry his groceries home? Could I have offered to assist him with obtaining another form of identification? Shouldn't I have followed up with him in a week's time to see how he was getting along? But instead, I turned to the next client and left this young man, this man that God had brought into my presence, to face his problems on his own.
And so, with a sorrowful heart filled with regret, and at the same time, a hopeful heart filled with promise, I pray:
Write my life, Lord. Help me to hold still while your pen works out my story, so that I may accept all that you intend for me. Don't allow me to squirm away from Your plans. Spill Your ink upon my soul, and when you are through, open the book of my life to others so that they will read the words of Your will faithfully followed in every situation. Amen.
"The Holy Spirit continues to carry on the work of the Savior. While helping the Church to preach the Gospel of Jesus Christ, He writes His own gospel in the hearts of the just. All their actions, every moment of their lives, are the Gospel of the Holy Spirit. The souls of the saints are the paper, the sufferings and actions the ink. The Holy Spirit, with the pen of His power, writes a living Gospel, but a Gospel that cannot be read until it has left the press of this life, and has been published on the day of eternity. Oh! Great history! Grand book written by the Holy Spirit in this present time! It is still in the press. There is never a day when the type is not arranged, when the ink is not applied, or the pages are not printed. We are still in the dark night of faith. The paper is blacker than the ink, and there is great confusion in the type. It is written in characters of another world and there is no understanding it except in heaven." ~Jean-Pierre de Caussade, Abandonment to Divine Providence
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St. Margaret Mary
It's the feast of one of my favorite saints today so I'm celebrating with a picture and a poem that I love....
His creature's affections,
found a rose
St. Margaret Mary
There were so many thorns
about his brow,
so many red lips
to prove the reality
of His love,
so little fertility
in the soil of
so much of winter everywhere:
need we be surprised that
when the Gardener
fragrant with remembrance
He should lift it
to His Heart?
~Fr. Gerald Fitzgerald, sP
Paths from Bethlehem
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Why Mary?
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Mary, Queen of Hearts and St. Louis de Montfort |
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Fr. Matthew Widder (image from Heart of the Nation television Mass) |
"Why Mary?" by Fr. Matthew Widder
A mother is someone who pushes us, nags us, and loves us unconditionally. Whenever I meet with a mother or a grandmother, she doesn't like to talk about herself, instead, she spends her time telling me about her children and her grandchildren. They are all that matter to her. So it is with the Blessed Mother. She wants to share Jesus with us, to talk about Him, to help us to know Him. In all she does, she leads us to Jesus.
St. Joseph accepted Mary into his home upon the word of an angel in his dream, and we, too, should not be afraid to accept Mary into our homes. Just as most earthly mothers have a decorative flair and know how to make a home attractive, Mary does the same thing with our prayers. When we pray with Mary, she places our prayers on a golden platter and adds her heavenly fragrance to them before presenting them to Jesus. With Mary in our home, everything we do becomes more beautiful.
It's frustrating to be locked out of our homes or cars. During my teen years there was a time when I arrived home late from a night out with my friends and found the door locked. I had to ring the bell and knock on the door until my mom let me in. We need our Mother Mary to unlock the door for us. She is on the inside with God and when we pray with her she unlocks the door to God's grace and allows us to enter.
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Mary, Untier of Knots |
Mary is always humble, and she teaches us to be humble. During the Visitation, Mary pointed to God's greatness with her Magnificat. She didn't point to herself. Pope Francis likes the image of "Mary, Untier of Knots." Her obedience and humility untie the knots of our sins. She keeps nothing for herself but lets our prayers pass through her to God.
This was God's last plan to redeem us: Mary obediently accepting God's will. Mary is "full of grace." Grace is the perfect presence of God, the absence of sin. What the devil lost by his pride, Mary redeemed by humbly accepting God's will. The most beautiful creature in the entire world is the creation of a saint. Mary is that beautiful creature leading us to paradise.
Be open to the surprises of God. Pope Francis often tells us that the spiritual life is full of surprises. But we don't like surprises. We like things to be planned out. But God surprises us. The scriptures are full of sudden detours. I think of the saying that there are two seasons in Wisconsin-winter and road construction. Everytime I see that my normal route is closed due to construction, I don't want to believe the "road closed" sign the first time I see it and I'll try to somehow get around it. But it doesn't work and I have to retrace my steps. We do this in the spiritual life as well, we try to do things our own way, the same way we've always done it, not being open to change. But Mary was always open to the surprises of God. She was open to God's detour. We need to accept the detours in our lives, because where there is a detour, so there is Jesus.
Our Lady of the Blessed Sacrament |
How do we live out that devotion? We obey Mary's words to the waiters at Cana, we "do whatever He tells you." St. Louis de Montfort teaches a radical devotion to Mary, he tells us to be a "slave" of Mary. He contrasts the word "slave" with the word "servant." A servant has time off, but for a slave there is no getting away, there is always work to be done. We are challenged to give our lives to Mary with our eyes fixed on Jesus. Give Mary everything-our works, sacrifice, prayers, penance-entrust them to our Lady because she knows best how to use our prayers. Allow Mary to open the door from within and trust that she will make the best use of our graces and good acts.
The best way to honor Mary is through the rosary. Pope Francis tells us not to pray like a parrot, speaking words without understanding their meaning. Sometimes when we pray the rosary, the words click by and we're not really praying them with meaning. I once heard someone pray the rosary in ten minutes. We need to slow down our prayers. I heard a speaker on relevant radio say that as we pray the rosary we should treat the name "Jesus" as a speed bump. Say His name with reverence and meaning. Another way to pray the rosary is to bring the name of the mystery into each Hail Mary we are praying following the name of Jesus. For example: "Jesus in the Annunciation" or "Jesus in the Resurrection" or "Jesus, in the Agony in the Garden" or "Jesus at the Baptism." When we pray the rosary, we should picture Mary taking us by the hand and leading us into the crescendo of the Glory Be at the end of each mystery.
How do we pray at Mass? Give Mary our Holy Communion. When we receive the Eucharist, introduce Mary to her Son. Say to Mary, "Behold your son." Our souls are a home for Christ. When we visit someone in their homes, we encounter them in a sacred way. We see how they live, and learn things about them that we didn't know. Before we receive Communion we pray, "Lord, I am not worthy that You should enter under my roof, but only say the word and my soul shall be healed." During Communion we are inviting Jesus with Mary into our home so that He may really know us.
God knew that we would need a helper in the spiritual life and so He gave us a beautiful gift in our Blessed Mother Mary. Mary leads us to Jesus, she teaches us humility and obedience. She shows us how to be open to God's surprises and to pass grace on to others. Our prayer is to make Mary the Queen of our Hearts. Give your heart to Marian devotion. Speak about your devotion to others. Don't be afraid to tell the story of your devotion to Mary, to give witness to the blessing of Mary in your life.
Efficacious Prayer to Mary, Queen of our Hearts
O Mary, Queen of All Hearts,
Advocate of the most hopeless cases;
Mother most pure, most compassionate;
Mother of Divine Love,
full of divine light,
we confide to your care the favors which we ask of you today.
Consider our misery, our tears,
our interior trials and sufferings!
We know that you can help us
through the merits of your Divine Son, Jesus.
We promise, if our prayers are heard,
to spread your glory,
by making you known under the title of
Mary, Queen of the Universe.
Grant, we beseech you,
hear our prayers,
for every day you give us so many proofs of your love
and your power of intercession to heal both body and soul.
We hope against all hope:
Ask Jesus to cure us, pardon us,
and grant us final perseverance.
O Mary, Queen of all Hearts, help us,
we have confidence in you. (3 times)
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Glory to God for All Things
"I kiss the soil as if I placed a kiss on the hands of a mother, for the homeland is our earthly mother."
~Pope John Paul II
"Nature, therefore, becomes a gospel that speaks to us of God." ~Pope John Paul II
O Lord, how lovely it is to be Thy guest. Breeze full of scents; mountains reaching to the skies; waters like boundless mirrors, reflecting the sun's golden rays and the scudding clouds. All nature murmurs mysteriously, breathing the depth of tenderness. Birds and beasts of the forest bear the imprint of Thy love. Blessed art thou, mother earth, in thy fleeting loveliness, which wakens our yearning for happiness that will last for ever, in the land where, amid beauty that grows not old, the cry rings out: Alleluia!
Thou hast brought me into life as into an enchanted paradise. We have seen the sky like a chalice of deepest blue, where in the azure heights the birds are singing. We have listened to the soothing murmur of the forest and the melodious music of the streams. We have tasted fruit of fine flavour and the sweet-scented honey. We can live very well on Thine earth. It is a pleasure to be Thy guest.
Glory to Thee for the Feast Day of life
Glory to Thee for the perfume of lilies and roses
Glory to Thee for each different taste of berry and fruit
Glory to Thee for the sparkling silver of early morning dew
Glory to Thee for the joy of dawn's awakening
Glory to Thee for the new life each day brings
Glory to Thee, O God, from age to age
Glory to Thee for the perfume of lilies and roses
Glory to Thee for each different taste of berry and fruit
Glory to Thee for the sparkling silver of early morning dew
Glory to Thee for the joy of dawn's awakening
Glory to Thee for the new life each day brings
Glory to Thee, O God, from age to age
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A Very Special Consecration
On Sunday, October 13th, when Pope Francis consecrated the world to the Immaculate Heart of Mary in Rome, Roses for Our Ladyin Milwaukee, joined the Pope in spirit with our own consecration to the Immaculate Heart of Mary during our holy hour for vocations with Fr. Jim Kubicki, SJ, the National Director of the Apostleship of Prayer, with nearly 100 Roses for Our Lady members and friends in attendance.
Fr. Jim shared the story of when Pope John Paul II had been shot by a would-be assassin on May 13th, 1981, the 64th anniversary of the original visions of Our Lady of Fatima by Lucia, Jacinta and Francisco in 1917. Regarding the fact that his life was spared, Pope John Paul II proclaimed that "one hand held the gun and another guided the bullet." The hand that guided the bullet was that of the Blessed Mother whose intercession kept the bullet from fatally wounding the pope. Later, the bullet that shot Pope John Paul II was inserted into the crown of the statue of Our Lady of Fatima. It was a perfect fit, as if the crown, made in 1946, was created to hold the bullet shot in 1981!
Following the picture of the crown below, are the pictures from the holy hour with Fr. Jim in Christ King Chapel at Saint Francis de Sales Seminary. All of the holy hour photos are courtesy of Mary Anne Urlakis. Below the pictures, you will find the consecration prayer of Pope Pius XII that we prayed at the holy hour, and then the prayer that Pope Francis prayed at the Vatican.
Most Holy Virgin Mary, tender Mother of men, to fulfill the desires of the Sacred Heart of Jesus and the request of the Vicar of Your Son on earth, we consecrate ourselves and our families to your Sorrowful and Immaculate Heart, O Queen of the Most Holy Rosary, and we recommend to You, all the people of our country and all the world.
Please accept our consecration, dearest Mother, and use us as You wish to accomplish Your designs in the world.
O Sorrowful and Immaculate Heart of Mary, Queen of the Most Holy Rosary, and Queen of the World, rule over us, together with the Sacred Heart of Jesus Christ, Our King. Save us from the spreading flood of modern paganism; kindle in our hearts and homes the love of purity, the practice of a virtuous life, an ardent zeal for souls, and a desire to pray the Rosary more faithfully.
We come with confidence to You, O Throne of Grace and Mother of Fair Love. Inflame us with the same Divine Fire which has inflamed Your own Sorrowful and Immaculate Heart. Make our hearts and homes Your shrine, and through us, make the Heart of Jesus, together with your rule, triumph in every heart and home.
Amen.
~Venerable Pope Pius XII
Fr. Jim shared the story of when Pope John Paul II had been shot by a would-be assassin on May 13th, 1981, the 64th anniversary of the original visions of Our Lady of Fatima by Lucia, Jacinta and Francisco in 1917. Regarding the fact that his life was spared, Pope John Paul II proclaimed that "one hand held the gun and another guided the bullet." The hand that guided the bullet was that of the Blessed Mother whose intercession kept the bullet from fatally wounding the pope. Later, the bullet that shot Pope John Paul II was inserted into the crown of the statue of Our Lady of Fatima. It was a perfect fit, as if the crown, made in 1946, was created to hold the bullet shot in 1981!
Following the picture of the crown below, are the pictures from the holy hour with Fr. Jim in Christ King Chapel at Saint Francis de Sales Seminary. All of the holy hour photos are courtesy of Mary Anne Urlakis. Below the pictures, you will find the consecration prayer of Pope Pius XII that we prayed at the holy hour, and then the prayer that Pope Francis prayed at the Vatican.
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Crown of Our Lady of Fatima (source) |
A Solemn Act of Consecration to the Immaculate Heart of Mary
Most Holy Virgin Mary, tender Mother of men, to fulfill the desires of the Sacred Heart of Jesus and the request of the Vicar of Your Son on earth, we consecrate ourselves and our families to your Sorrowful and Immaculate Heart, O Queen of the Most Holy Rosary, and we recommend to You, all the people of our country and all the world.
Please accept our consecration, dearest Mother, and use us as You wish to accomplish Your designs in the world.
O Sorrowful and Immaculate Heart of Mary, Queen of the Most Holy Rosary, and Queen of the World, rule over us, together with the Sacred Heart of Jesus Christ, Our King. Save us from the spreading flood of modern paganism; kindle in our hearts and homes the love of purity, the practice of a virtuous life, an ardent zeal for souls, and a desire to pray the Rosary more faithfully.
We come with confidence to You, O Throne of Grace and Mother of Fair Love. Inflame us with the same Divine Fire which has inflamed Your own Sorrowful and Immaculate Heart. Make our hearts and homes Your shrine, and through us, make the Heart of Jesus, together with your rule, triumph in every heart and home.
Amen.
~Venerable Pope Pius XII
Consecration Prayer of Pope Francis
Holy Mary Virgin of Fatima,
with renewed gratitude for your maternal presence
we join our voice to that of all the generations
who call you blessed.
We celebrate in you the works of God,
who never tires of looking down with mercy
upon humanity, afflicted with the wound of sin,
to heal it and save it.
Accept with the benevolence of a Mother
the act of consecration that we perform today with confidence,
before this image of you that is so dear to us.
We are certain that each of us is precious in your eyes
and that nothing of all that lives in our hearts is unknown to you.
We let ourselves be touched by your most sweet regard
and we welcome the consoling caress of your smile.
Hold our life in your arms:
bless and strengthen every desire for good;
revive and nourish faith;
sustain and enlighten hope;
awaken and animate charity;
guide all of us along the path of holiness.
Teach us your own preferential love
for the little and the poor,
for the excluded and the suffering,
for sinners and the downhearted:
bring everyone under your protection
and entrust everyone to your beloved Son, Our Lord Jesus.
Amen.
~source: Zenit[Translation by Joseph Trabbic]
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Kneeling Pilgrimage
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Old St. Mary Church-photo credit: panoramio |
As I help to clean Old St. Mary Parish each week, one of the tasks I have taken on is polishing the name plates at the end of each pew. Back in the 1980's, when the church was renovated, memorial donations were made, and to honor those people on whose behalf donations were made, brass name plates were made and attached to both sides of the pews in church. Over time, the name plates become tarnished and the names are hard to read. So, I get down on my knees, and walk from pew to pew with a bottle of brass polish and an old rag, to bring those brass plates back to the gleam and shine they once knew when they were first installed.
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photo credit: panoramio |
My pilgrimage is hardly difficult as I kneel on soft carpeting, inside a warm and beautiful church, beneath the soft glow of the antique lights, always under the watchful and loving eyes of Jesus in the tabernacle. As I make my way down the aisle, I offer a prayer for each of those parishioners who who have gone before me and who are forever memorialized in brass, as well as for their families. It's both a prayer of gratitude for their example of faith, and of petition of trust for the needs of their soul. I can't help but reflect deeply upon the fact that the very walls of the church are soaked with so many whispered prayers offered throughout the long history of the church until they are drenched with faith, hope and love. It is an honor to make that walk of faith upon my knees, in prayer for so many holy people whose perseverance built the very church that I have come to love, and to join my own prayers to those that have gone before me.
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The Chotki
"But the tax collector stood at a distance. He would not even look up to heaven, but beat his breast and said, ‘God, have mercy on me, a sinner.’" ~Luke 18:13
My friend, Christi Jentz, who writes a beautiful blog, Lumen Christi, shares the background of the chotki as she learned from our mutual friend, Mary Anne Urlakis, here in this post. The chotki, a traditional prayer rope in the Orthodox tradition upon which one prays the "Jesus Prayer," is a favored prayer form of Pope Francis. Fr. Robert Barron teaches that when praying the Jesus Prayer, one should breath in, as in taking in the Holy Spirit, while praying, "Lord Jesus Christ, Son of God," and then exhale, as though releasing our sins, while praying, "have mercy on me, a sinner." When you are through, you may use the tassel to dry your tears. Such prayerful meditation, while counting the knots of the chotki, is sure to bring peace to the soul.
Lord Jesus Christ, son of God, have mercy on me, a sinner.
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my chotki, a treasured and much used gift from a dear friend |
Lord Jesus Christ, son of God, have mercy on me, a sinner.
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Eternal Proof
"I love you," He said.
"Prove it!" we sneered.
And He did.
O Jesus, Heart of my heart,
the wound in your side,
forever throbbing
and without a cure,
forever throbbing
and without a cure,
inflicted by my shallow,
doubting mind,
is eternal proof of your love.
How regretful am I
to have required this sign.
Deepen my trust, I pray.
Never let me question You again.
For Your open side reveals
Your Love
which is stronger
than death
and You are with me,
loving me,
even now,
even now.
and You are with me,
loving me,
even now,
even now.
Amen.
For more contributions on the Sacred Heart of Jesus for the First Friday link-up at O Most Sacred Heart blog, visit here. This month's theme is: "The Love of the Sacred Heart is stronger than death."
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Angel of Death
While resting upon the rock
that juts out into the lake,
chilled to the bone
by the damp, cold November air,
I observed the angel of death
pass over in a lone,
gray cloud, drifting
lower than the rest.
Ripples moved across the lake,
and the crow was silenced.
I waited for the angel
to take my soul
and leave my limp, lifeless body
on the rock.
But, alas, it was not my time.
He continued slowly upon his way
and left me to my silent,
peaceful reverie
of all those souls
whom I have loved,
now passed from this earth
into the eternal arms of God.
May the souls of the faithful departed, through the mercy of God, rest in peace. Amen.
(a revised re-post from All Soul's Day past)
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The Betrothed
In Pope Francis' interview, A Big Heart Open to God, he shared the title of his favorite book, The Betrothed, by Alessandro Manzoni. Regarding this book, the Pope shared:
“I have read The Betrothed, by Alessandro Manzoni, three times, and I have it now on my table because I want to read it again. Manzoni gave me so much. When I was a child, my grandmother taught me by heart the beginning of The Betrothed: ‘That branch of Lake Como that turns off to the south between two unbroken chains of mountains....’"
That beginning line was enough to entice me, and so with the Pope's recommendation, I immediately requested the book from my favorite library, The Salzmann Library, at Saint Francis de Sales Seminary in Milwaukee. Much to my joy, they were able to fill my order immediately.
The Betrothed, a work of historical fiction set in the early 1600's in and near Milan, Italy, is quite long at 537 pages, and it took me several weeks to complete, but they were weeks well spent in slowly relishing every word of Manzoni. The tale of Renzo and Lucia, filled with love, betrayal, intrigue, suffering, conversion, and forgiveness was magnificent, and although so much of the story involved a tale of sorrow with a thorough description of the sufferings inflicted by the plague, the author was sure to include clever little sayings that brought a smile to my face, such as this comment regarding the failings of Bortolo, a minor character in the story: "Perhaps you, reader, would prefer a more ideal Bortolo? If so, then all I can say is, make one up for yourself. This one was like that."
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Cardinal Federico Borromeo |
"Federigo considered alms-giving proper as a very first duty; and here, as in everything else, his actions were in accordance with his principles. His life was spent in continual lavishing of money on the poor...
This man's inexhaustible charity showed not only in his giving but in his whole bearing. Easy of access to all, he felt it a special duty to have a pleasant smile and an affectionate courtesy towards those who are called the lower classes, particularly as they find so little of it in the world...
He was very rarely irritated, and was admired for the sweetness of his manner, and for his imperturbable calm; this might be attributed to an unusually happy temperament, but was in fact the result of constant discipline over a disposition naturally lively and impulsive. If there were times when he showed himself severe, even harsh, it was towards those of his subordinate clergy whom he found guilty of avarice or negligence or any other conduct opposed to the spirit of their noble ministry...
...this same modesty, this dislike of predominating over others, was equally apparent in the commonest occurrences of life. Assiduous and indefatigable in organizing and disposing when he considered it his duty, he always avoided intruding in other people's affairs, and even did all that he could to avoid doing so when he was asked to; a discretion and restraint unusual, as everyone knows, in men zealous for good like Federigo."
I found The Betrothed to be greatly inspiring, causing me to desire to become more Christ-like and forgiving to those in my own life who have brought pain and sorrow to my days. I highly recommend a slow and meditative reading of Manzoni's The Bethrothed , so that, like Pope Francis, you too, may claim it to be one of your favorite literary works.
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As Sparks Through Stubble
"They shall shine and dart about as sparks through stubble." ~Wisdom 3:7
I've been in the position of President of Roses for Our Lady for the past three years and I'm quite ashamed to admit that leading the organization is often not the joy-filled position that it should be, but rather, one where my perfectionism, fear and anxiety consume me and keep me from enjoying the blessings that come from serving our Lord and our Lady in this role. I don't feel as though I gain any real spiritual benefit from our special events because I spend too much time being stressed about it. My consolation is that those who attend are feeling the joy and peace that come from devoting time in prayer to honor our Blessed Mother and to worship our Eucharistic Lord. It's not until after a special occasion is over, and I look at the photographs, that I am able to see the beauty in it and feel some measure of joy in the role I play in serving our Lord and His Mother in this way.
On October 6th, Roses for Our Lady celebrated the Feast of Our Lady of the Rosary with a Mass and outdoor Eucharistic Rosary Procession by candlelight at the lovely St. Margaret Mary Parish on Milwaukee's northwest side. The nearby streets happened to be in a mess of construction and the weather was cold, windy and gloomy with the threat of rain hovering in the skies. Our outdoor procession truly was an occasion of "sparks through stubble" as the flickering candles in the hands of the faithful, against the backdrop of orange and white construction barrels, brought the beauty of the Lord to a less than attractive outdoor setting.
As I walked near the front of the procession to set the pace and to show the lead server the route that had been set, my nerves were at an all-time high with the worry of a break in the clouds releasing rain upon our group as the foremost of my worries. The route had been planned so that our procession would turn around in the parking lot of a nearby nursing home, allowing the residents to come to the windows and pray with us as we passed. My sister had been taking some pictures and I noticed her turning into a nearby driveway and suddenly, panic set in, and in the dark, I lost my way and thought that we were passing the turn-around and going too far. I veered into the driveway, bringing the servers and the men carrying our Lady's vara with me in a sharp turn to the left. Later, when I looked at the pictures that my sister had taken, I saw that she caught me on the camera at the very moment when I panicked. Have you ever seen a picture of a spooked horse, eyelids pulled back to reveal eyes wide with terror? That's how I looked in that particular picture. Not a pretty sight. As it turned out, we turned too soon; we had not yet arrived at the nursing home, but had turned around in the parking lot of an apartment building. In hindsight, that turned out to be a blessing, because had we continued to the nursing home, our procession most certainly would have been caught in the downpour that fell just after we returned to the church, and in fact, the entire evening turned out to be fabulously beautiful through the loving efforts of so many wonderful volunteers and fabulous clergy.
When I consider the fear that grips me over my desire to bring honor to the Blessed Mother through my responsibilities with Roses for Our Lady I reflect upon how God had bestowed great responsibilities upon the Blessed Mother herself. When the angel came to her on that dark, late night, with news of the Child that was to grow within her, wouldn't it have been considered normal for her to feel more than a bit of fear? But she bravely accepted the words of wonder that were spoken to her. She took on the task, not only of an ordinary mother, but of the Mother of God. She leaned heavily upon her knowledge of God's great love for her, and trusted in the mystery of salvation in which she had been raised to believe. And she carried out her responsibilities, not just for three years, but for 33 long years, patiently enduring great difficulties and sorrows leading up to her Son's crucifixion and death. Never once did she falter or complain or allow fear to bring her to her knees begging God to remove the cross that was laid upon her own back. She carried it strongly and resolutely, determined to serve God with all of the love, joy and gratitude that dwelt within her heart. The beautiful example of the Blessed Mother is one I need to remind myself of over and over again. May we all learn to trust in God and to face our fears through the grace-filled knowledge of our loving Mother's strong witness; for she truly was a spark of love that darted about through the stubble of sorrow, never faltering or fading away but forever shining bright.
Here are a just a few of the pictures taken by the very talented Bob Scrip from RScrip Studios for Roses for Our Lady's celebration of Our Lady of the Rosary...
For many more images of this beautiful evening, visit Roses for Our Lady's website.
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photo credit: RScrip Studios |
I've been in the position of President of Roses for Our Lady for the past three years and I'm quite ashamed to admit that leading the organization is often not the joy-filled position that it should be, but rather, one where my perfectionism, fear and anxiety consume me and keep me from enjoying the blessings that come from serving our Lord and our Lady in this role. I don't feel as though I gain any real spiritual benefit from our special events because I spend too much time being stressed about it. My consolation is that those who attend are feeling the joy and peace that come from devoting time in prayer to honor our Blessed Mother and to worship our Eucharistic Lord. It's not until after a special occasion is over, and I look at the photographs, that I am able to see the beauty in it and feel some measure of joy in the role I play in serving our Lord and His Mother in this way.
On October 6th, Roses for Our Lady celebrated the Feast of Our Lady of the Rosary with a Mass and outdoor Eucharistic Rosary Procession by candlelight at the lovely St. Margaret Mary Parish on Milwaukee's northwest side. The nearby streets happened to be in a mess of construction and the weather was cold, windy and gloomy with the threat of rain hovering in the skies. Our outdoor procession truly was an occasion of "sparks through stubble" as the flickering candles in the hands of the faithful, against the backdrop of orange and white construction barrels, brought the beauty of the Lord to a less than attractive outdoor setting.
As I walked near the front of the procession to set the pace and to show the lead server the route that had been set, my nerves were at an all-time high with the worry of a break in the clouds releasing rain upon our group as the foremost of my worries. The route had been planned so that our procession would turn around in the parking lot of a nearby nursing home, allowing the residents to come to the windows and pray with us as we passed. My sister had been taking some pictures and I noticed her turning into a nearby driveway and suddenly, panic set in, and in the dark, I lost my way and thought that we were passing the turn-around and going too far. I veered into the driveway, bringing the servers and the men carrying our Lady's vara with me in a sharp turn to the left. Later, when I looked at the pictures that my sister had taken, I saw that she caught me on the camera at the very moment when I panicked. Have you ever seen a picture of a spooked horse, eyelids pulled back to reveal eyes wide with terror? That's how I looked in that particular picture. Not a pretty sight. As it turned out, we turned too soon; we had not yet arrived at the nursing home, but had turned around in the parking lot of an apartment building. In hindsight, that turned out to be a blessing, because had we continued to the nursing home, our procession most certainly would have been caught in the downpour that fell just after we returned to the church, and in fact, the entire evening turned out to be fabulously beautiful through the loving efforts of so many wonderful volunteers and fabulous clergy.
When I consider the fear that grips me over my desire to bring honor to the Blessed Mother through my responsibilities with Roses for Our Lady I reflect upon how God had bestowed great responsibilities upon the Blessed Mother herself. When the angel came to her on that dark, late night, with news of the Child that was to grow within her, wouldn't it have been considered normal for her to feel more than a bit of fear? But she bravely accepted the words of wonder that were spoken to her. She took on the task, not only of an ordinary mother, but of the Mother of God. She leaned heavily upon her knowledge of God's great love for her, and trusted in the mystery of salvation in which she had been raised to believe. And she carried out her responsibilities, not just for three years, but for 33 long years, patiently enduring great difficulties and sorrows leading up to her Son's crucifixion and death. Never once did she falter or complain or allow fear to bring her to her knees begging God to remove the cross that was laid upon her own back. She carried it strongly and resolutely, determined to serve God with all of the love, joy and gratitude that dwelt within her heart. The beautiful example of the Blessed Mother is one I need to remind myself of over and over again. May we all learn to trust in God and to face our fears through the grace-filled knowledge of our loving Mother's strong witness; for she truly was a spark of love that darted about through the stubble of sorrow, never faltering or fading away but forever shining bright.
Here are a just a few of the pictures taken by the very talented Bob Scrip from RScrip Studios for Roses for Our Lady's celebration of Our Lady of the Rosary...
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For many more images of this beautiful evening, visit Roses for Our Lady's website.
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Most Holy Theotokos
"Wisdom! Most holy Theotokos, save us. More honorable than the Cherubim, and more glorious beyond compare than the Seraphim. In virginity thou gavest birth to God the Word. True Theotokos, we magnify thee." ~from Moljeben in Supplication for the Victims of Abortion
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Orthodox Clergy at Moljeben Service (photo credit: 40 Days for Life/Dan Miller) |
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photo credit: Mary Anne Urlakis |
About 30 people had gathered in front of the abortion mill to pray on Sunday, November 3rd at 3 PM. Fr. Gregory was delayed in traffic, and everyone was waiting patiently for the prayer service to begin. A car approached the abortion mill, and the driver, not bothering to pull over to the curb and out of traffic, rolled down his window and very kindly said hello and then said something about how nice it was to see so many people gathered for prayer. That, unfortunately, was the only nicety he offered. Then the back window rolled down, and a man with a megaphone began shouting insults at our group. He criticized our God, our religion, our belief in the right to life, our politics, our clothing and our hairstyles. He was a typical bully. All the while that he was shouting through the megaphone, the man in the front seat continued his rant as well. They continued for at least 20 minutes. We tried to ignore them, and many of the men in our group stood with their backs to the aggressors to form a wall.
Shortly after they began the harrassment, a beautiful young lady, being quite disturbed by this hateful display, approached the car to try to reason with the antagonists. The man in the front immediately laid into her with profanities, and one of the men from our group had enough. He knocked the megaphone down to the ground. The man in the front seat of the car was clearly delighted by this bit of aggression. He said, "Ooh, this is a violent group!!! You attacked me! I'm going to call the police and put a stop to this!" And he did call the police all the while continuing his harassment. I was told that this wasn't the first time that these two men have come to cause trouble at the abortion mill, that they are well known by many members of our group. But there was someone far more powerful who was also very present at the abortion mill that day, someone who would see to it that no harm would come to those who were standing up and praying for the innocent lives of infants who meet their demise at that house of horror.
I had been honored to hold the icon of Our Lady of Walsingham, the work of subdeacon Henry Shirley, and when Redemptorist priest, Fr. Jim White, came and stood beside me, I asked him to lead us in praying the rosary. Soon there were 30 voices united in prayer and the sounds of antagonism were drowned out, and the embittered men, finding that they were ignored, left. At that moment, while holding the icon of Our Lady and praying her rosary, I felt firmly and completely protected by the presence of the Blessed Mother, and was pleased with the speedy departure of those tormentors which was brought about through our Lady's intercession. Before we could complete the rosary, Fr. Gregory had arrived and our Moljeben began.
The police did arrive during our prayer service, and as it turned out, the men with the megaphone were in violation of several laws including blocking traffic and the use of amplification without a permit. Our Lady had shown us that with her protection, the protection of the one who has crushed the serpent's head, there is nothing to fear and we will continue to confidently and boldly step out in service of our Lord in any way He happens to call us.
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Our Lady of Walsingham by Henry Shirley |
"Most holy Theotokos, save us! O Mother of God, our queen and our hope, the refuge of the abandoned and the intercessor for those who have gone astray; the joy of all who sorrow and the protectress of the needy; thou seest our poverty, our affliction and misery. Help us who are weak; feed us who are hungry; intercede for us with thy Son and our God, and may He deal with us as He pleaseth. For we have no other hope, no other intercessor, no other consolation except thee, O Virgin Theotokos. Protect us beneath thy veil, both now and ever, and unto the ages of ages. Amen." ~from the Moljeben in Supplication for the Victims of Abortion
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Guest Post by Dawn Meyer: Solemnity of Our Lord Jesus Christ,King of the Universe
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Dear Friends/Family:
Today is the Solemnity of Our Lord Jesus Christ, King of the Universe! Just wanted to share some items of interest with you, to help make this Solemnity even more meaningful for you...
Regarding the Gospel for today (Luke 23: 35-43):
The episode of the "good thief" appears only in Luke's Gospel. This man (Dismas) shows signs of repentance, recognizes Jesus' innocence, and makes an act of faith in Him. Jesus, for his part, promises him Paradise.
St. Ambrose comments: "The Lord always grants more than one asks: the thief only asked Jesus to remember him, but the Lord says to him, 'Truly, I say to you, today you will be with me in Paradise.'" (taken from the Navarre Bible commentary)
AMAZING! How generous and merciful Jesus was to Dismas! Dismas' faith in Jesus as King and his sorrow for his sins, were the necessary elements in his meriting eternal life. The example of Dismas reveals to us, the power that a simple act of faith has for us pilgrims here on earth!
Something as easy as making the sign of the Cross when we pass by a Catholic Church, to acknowledge Jesus' Real Presence in the tabernacle, would be one way to make an act of faith like Dismas did. Or, offer this prayer to Jesus every day: "Jesus, please take all of my love, the love that you have given me first, and let my love for you remain with you in all of the tabernacles around the world where you are abandoned and not adored. Let my love for you console your Most Sacred Heart in all the tabernacles of the world! Amen."
The good priests of Miles Christi have this to share with us, regarding Our Lord Jesus Christ the King:
"Jesus Christ is truly the Lord of the world. Therefore, it is a duty of every Christian to fight for the true reign of Christ, first in his own soul, becoming increasingly rooted in Him by means of the Sacraments (especially Confession and the Eucharist), prayer, and the concrete imitation of the Lord in every moment of our life.
Then, second, to conquer all men for the Lord, so that His blood may not be shed for them in vain. Pope Pius XI reminded the faithful that, 'it behooves them ever to fight courageously under the banner of Christ their King and to devote themselves with apostolic zeal to win over to their Lord those hearts that are bitter and estranged from Him and to valiantly defend His rights.' (Quas Primas, 24)
A blessed Sunday to each of you!
Dawn
St. Ignatius of Loyola, pray for us!
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