Tuesday, January 31, 2006
Do not let your heart envy sinners,
but always be zealous for the fear of the Lord.
There is surely a future hope for you,
and your hope will not be cut off.
Proverbs 23:17, 18
"For I know the plans I have for you,”
declares the Lord,
“plans to prosper you
and not to harm you,
plans to give you hope and a future.
Then you will call upon me
and come and pray to me,
and I will listen to you”.
Jeremiah 29:11, 12
God so loved the world,
that he gave his beloved son, so that whoever
believes in him shall not perish
but have eternal life.
I praise you because I am
fearfully and wonderfully made;
your works are wonderful,
I know that full well.
He will take great delight in you,
he will quiet you with his love,
he will rejoice over you with singing.
“Though the mountains be shaken
and the hills be removed,
yet my unfailing love for you will not be shaken
nor my covenant of peace be removed,”
says the Lord, who has compassion on you.
And I pray that you, being rooted
and established in love,
may have power, together with all the saints,
to grasp how wide and long and high and deep is the love of Christ.
Ephesians 3:17, 18
Come, Holy Spirit, pour out of the depths of the Trinity a ray of Your light-that light which enlightens our minds and, at the same time, strengthens our wills to pursue the light.
Come, Father of the poor, the poor in spirit, whom You love to fill with the fullness of God.
You are not only Giver of gifts, but Giver of Yourself, the supreme Gift-the Gift of the Father and the Son.
You are the best consoler! What a charming Guest You make! Your conversation, though all in silence, is sweetness itself. How refreshing Your consolation! Soothing like a caress. In an instant You dissipate all doubt and sadness.
In the labor of fighting temptation, you are there promising victory. Your presence is our victory. You gently coax our timid hearts to trust in You.
In the greatest of labors, the struggle of self-surrender, You are our repose-our peace in the depth of our souls.
In the heat of battle, Your breath is cooling, calming our rebellious passions, quieting our fears when it looks like defeat. You dry our tears when we fall. It is You who give the grace of compunction and the sure hope of pardon.
Oh deliriously happy Light! Fill to the uttermost recesses the hearts of Your faithful children!
Without You, there is no divine life in us, no virtue at all. If your breath is cut off, our spirit perishes; nor can it live again until You press Your lips to our mouths and breathe into them the breath of life.
Your touch is as dew, but You act with a strong hand. Gentle as the softest breeze, You are also in the whirlwind.
Like a giant furnace blast, You dry up all our faculties-but only to melt the hardness of our hearts.
You cast us before You like dead leaves in the winter's gale-but only to set our feet upon the narrow way.
Now, as a mighty Wind coming, pour down torrents to wash away our sins. Drench with grace our dried out hearts. Soothe the wounds You have cauterized. Give to all who trust in You-with that true trust which only You can give-Your seven sacred Gifts.
Grant the reward of virtue; that is, Your very Self! Grant perseverance to the end! And then, everlasting joy!
Inspired by the Latin hymn Veni Sancti Spiritus
Thursday, January 26, 2006
Tuesday, January 24, 2006
Angel of my Eucharist
To look like the heavenly Seraphim!
In order to obtain this miracle
Sunday, January 22, 2006
Friday, January 20, 2006
To show forth your love to the peoples of the New World. You caused the image of Your Merciful Mother to appear on the cloak of Juan Diego long ago. If this rough-hewn fabric could attract your attention and be useful in Your plan, surely a willing soul like mine can serve Your purpose as well.
Make of me a tilma.
Take from me all that would spoil or distort the work of Your hand. May Your Holy Spirit render me clean and ready to receive so great a gift. Impress upon me the image of Your pure and Holy Mother. May her countenance, her presence, her love be indelibly stamped upon me.
Make of me a tilma.
In this time when pagan culture threatens to engulf Your people once more and destroy human life, let there be a fresh miracle of grace. Send Your Mother for a new evangelization. Upon the coarse fabric of my life, draw this portrait so pleasing to You….The image of Mary….
May this beautiful Woman, clothed with the sun live out her triumph in me….
Crushing the serpent, radiating Your mercy and leading to faith all those who gaze upon her.
Yes , Lord, make of me a tilma.
Mary, Mother of Jesus, give me your heart, so beautiful, so pure, so Immaculate, so full of love and humility that I may be able to receive Jesus in the Bread of Life, love Him and serve Him in the distressing disguise of the poorest of the poor.
Blessed Mother Theresa
Mary, my Mother, let me live within your heart and there receive a share of your own love for Jesus, for the Church and for all people. Give me some measure of your own humility and surrender to the will of the Father. May Jesus take on flesh in me. Like you, I want to be a spouse of the Holy Spirit, docile to His gentlest inspiration and join you in signing a Magnificat for all eternity! Totus Tuus, Maria ! I belong to you. I want to be …..
Saint Louis de Montiort
Thursday, January 19, 2006
packaged the way you expect.
Tuesday, January 17, 2006
St. Augustine of Hippo
Saturday, January 14, 2006
The Lord is my light and my salvation,
whom need I fear?
Yahweh is the fortress of my life,
Of whom should I be afraid?
One thing I ask of the Lord,
one thing I seek:
to live in the house of God
all the days of my life,
to enjoy the sweetness of Him
and to consult Him in His Temple.
For He shelters me under His awningin
times of trouble;
He hides me deep in His tent,
Sets me high on a rock.
This I believe:
I shall see the goodness of God,
In the land of the living.
Put your hope in the Lord, be strong.
Let your heart be bold,
Put your hope in the Lord.
MAGNIFICAT, MARY'S SONG OF PRAISE
Filled with the Holy Spirit, Elizabeth cried out: Blessed are you among women
and blessed is the fruit of your womb,and Mary said:
My soul proclaims the greatness of the Lord and my spirit exults in God my
Savior for He has looked with kindness on His lowly handmaid.
All ages will call me blest.
The Almighty God has done great things for me, and holy is His name.
His mercy reaches from age to age on those who fear His name.
He has shown great strength with His arm and has scattered the proud of heart.
He has cast down the mighty from their thrones and has raised up the lowly ones.
He has filled the hungry with good things; the rich are sent empty away.
He has come to the help of Israel as He promised our Fathers of old.
Deliver me, Jesus.
Deliver me, Jesus.
Jesus grant me the grace to desire it.
Thursday, January 12, 2006
Sunday, January 08, 2006
Spirit of wisdom and understanding,
enlighten our minds to perceive the mysteries
of the universe in relation to eternity.
Spirit of right judgment and courage,
guide us and make us firm in our baptismal decision
to follow Jesus' way of love.
Spirit of knowledge and reverence,
help us to see the lasting value of justice
and mercy in our everyday dealings with one another.
May we respect life
as we work to solve problems of family and nation,
economy and ecology.
Spirit of God,
spark our faith,
hope and love into new action each day.
Fill our lives with wonder and awe
in your presence which penetrates all creation.
Saturday, January 07, 2006
Give me the grace to annihilate my will
before the Will of Your Divine Son
so that the Will of Your Divine Son be mine.
Kindle my heart with Divine Love!
See to it that the purest flame of God's Love
penetrate deeply in my spirit
and rout out my selfishness.
Give me a tender devotion to the Blessed Sacrament
and Your holy Love in order that
I love You as You deserve.
Help me detach perfectly from everything,
creatures, and myself,
renouncing myself and everything to live only in God.
My tender Mother,
obtain for me a deep humility from God,
internal and external humility,
a deep knowledge of myself,
and a spirit of mortification
so that I humble myself before God and creatures.
Help me to have contempt and humiliations loved,
but myself despised.
Mirror of humility
grant me the virtue of humility and obedience.
Grant me the virtue of meekness and sweetness
so that I treat people with kindness,
especially when I meet the ones
against whom I feel repugnance.
Give me a simple, merry, sweet,
gentle, kind, benign, compassionate,
humble and meek heart.
Impetrate for me a profound contrition
and intimate sorrow to make my heart bleed
for my offenses against Your Divine Son.
Grant me a spirit of holy prayer,
the grace of meditating upon the sublime truths of faith,
especially the Passion of Jesus and Your sorrows.
Give me the grace of praying in the occasions of sin.
Grant me a holy recollection,
the grace of being aware of Your holy presence,
and the virtue of silence.
Grant me from God the holy virtue
of spiritual and bodily purity;
as well as purity of conscience through humble,
frequent, and sincere confession,
for the greater glory of God.
Obtain for me a heroic faith along with a loving,
filial confidence in the Most Sacred Heart of Jesus
and in Your Motherly affection.
Grant me fervent zeal for the glory of God
and the salvation of souls,
letting me perform the duties of my priestly ministry perfectly.
See to it that I celebrate the Holy Sacrifice of the Mass
and recite the Holy Canonical Hours
with deep recollection and intimate devotion.
My tender Mother,
give me the virtue of fortitude to prevail over myself
through internal and external mortification.
O valiant Lady,
you have conquered hell.
Give me strength to triumph over the devil,
the world, and the flesh.
You are our life and hope,
please grant me holy,
final perseverance in the grace of Your Divine Son.
See to it that I live and die saintly,
and love You in Paradise forever.
Friday, January 06, 2006
Wednesday, January 04, 2006
Grief is a fact of life, dear friend,
That we all have to meet it times,
It's not easy to accept it,
But we must , though it seems a crime.
We can't see God in any place,
But I assure you he is there.
We hold just some of the pieces
Of life's puzzle , so persevere --
God holds all the missing pieces
And in time they will be placed
In your life's picture puzzle --
Then your sorrow will be erased .
Lean heavily upon our lord ,
For he is always very near ,
He's beside you in times of stress ,
And in times of grief and fear.
Just pray to him for acceptance
Of the vacuum death has caused ,
The we'll give you tolerance ,
he will pull you from the jaws .
Of sorrow that's too hard to bear ,
For he understands humanity .
He'll help you carry your despair
Until all souls will be set free .
My heart is very heavy, lord ,
My burden is too hard to bear,
Take my cross for a little while,
And tell me that you care.
Hear my prayer, the lord ;
Let my cry come to thee!
Do not hide thy face from me
In the day of my distress!
incline thy ear to me;
Answer me speedily on the day when I call !
When I call , answer me , O my good God,
You who relieve me when I am in distress;
Have pity on me, and hear my prayer!
May our Lord comfort the bereaved in their time of need.
Tuesday, January 03, 2006
Galatians 5: 22-26
But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience,