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Wednesday, March 4, 2015

 



 
Oh! Why have I ever pained Thee? Why have I not loved thee always and served Thee with all the strength and nobility of my heart?
 
I love Thee now, my dearest Lord.  Take my heart.  It is Thine.  May it never pain Thee more.  May it never stray from Thee.  May it never seek repose outside of Thee.
 
Were it to happen, dearest King, that I should think to find rest and peace away from Thee,-were I to look for contentment outside of Thee, let me drink of bitterness and sorrow until driven back to Thee, my King, my Lord my tender and forgiving Friend.

Tuesday, March 3, 2015

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O holy Mary into your safe keeping I entrust my soul and body, this day, every day, and on the day of my death.

St. Aloysius Gonzaga (1568-1591AD)

Monday, March 2, 2015

 


As We Think, So We Live

A Calendar of Thoughts
From her Notes of Instructions
and Letters to Sisters

By
Mother Frances Schervier
Foundress of the Congregation
of the
Sisters of the Poor of St. Francis


March 2
If we wish to know whether our actions are pleasing to God and in accordance with His holy will, we have but to ask ourselves what holy obedience requires us or permits us to do.

March 7th
 We must daily beseech our Lord and endeavor more and more to die spiritually.  Without this death we can never draw near to our Saviour.

March 9th
To sustain life, there is no need of very much food.   If one has a good will, she can do very much.  God can give as much nourishing  power to a piece of bread as is contained in  a piece of meat.

 

Sunday, March 1, 2015

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Christ has given His priests a power He would not give to His angels, for has He not said to them, "Whatsoever you bind on earth shall be bound in heaven"?

St. John Chrysostom (347-407AD) on Repentance
 

Oh! Why have I ever pained Thee?  Why have I not loved Thee always and served Thee with all the strength and nobility of my heart?
 
I love Thee now, my dearest Lord.  Take my heart.  It is Thine.  May it never pain Thee more.  May it never stray from Thee.  May it never seek repose outside of Thee.
 
Were it to happen, dearest King, that I should think to find rest and peace away from Thee,-were I to look for contentment outside of Thee, let me drink of bitterness and sorrow until driven back to Thee, my King, my Lord, my tender and forgiving Friend.
 
 


Saturday, February 28, 2015

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Desire to imitate Christ – and study His life. Do the most difficult, the harshest, the less pleasant, the unconsoling, the lowest and most despised, want nothing, look for the worst.
St. John of the Cross
 

 
Beloved Lord, forgive me.  I grieve for having pained Thee, because I love Thee who art so good, so true, so patient.

Thou hast waited for me time and time again, on the roadside of life and I have passed Thee by.  Thou hast whispered to me in the midst of the pleasures of the world, thou hast called to me through the din of merry voices and I have not listened,-I have not heeded, but rushed on madly, bowing and paying court to the votaries of fashion and of mirth.

I cast myself into Thy dear sacred Arms and beg Thee to take from me my load of infidelities.  Cleanse me from my sins beloved Lord, and heal me of my wounds.

Let Thy tender Hand rest upon my breast, sweet Saviour, and quiet the passions that surge therein.  Place They Finger as a seal upon my lips that I may utter naught that may offend Thee, my beloved King.