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Adoration

11/6/2017

Katy, you are a resource treasure!
Thank you so much for sending this wonderful study to One Saint, Katy!
We are listening again...

"This is one of my favorite things... It is the Lord's Prayer sung in Swahili. Some day,
I hope that God's children, all over the Earth will sing it in [unison].
I invite you to sing it once a day. I find that it helps me when I am stressed.
I trust that you will enjoy it as much as I do."

The Real Presence
by Tenderheart
Jabez in Action

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Gifts and Fruits

8/6/2017

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Aquarius sent me a link to this concise and helpful article:
The 9 Gifts Compared to the 9 Fruits
holyspirit.com

Thank you, Aquarius! We all benefit from understanding!

So many today seek the Gifts without first acquiring the Fruit in their life.
We must have the Fruit of the Spirit at work,
if we want God to entrust us with the Gifts of the Spirit.

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13 Year Old Recites 119th Psalm

4/11/2017

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~Thirteen Year Old Chris Selby Recites the 119th Psalm~

Thank you, father Christopher, for this awesome suggestion.
Praise the Lord for the young ones, lit in their love for our God!

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Chant of the Templars

4/8/2017

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Thank you, Aquarius, for this lovely suggestion!

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God's Boxes

2/12/2017

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Thank you so much, Karron Lee, for this lovely suggestion! I will be reminding myself "The Black Is for Me to Let Go!"

I have in my hands two boxes,
Which God gave me to hold.
He said, "Put all your sorrows in the black box,
And all your joys in the gold."

I heeded His words, and in the two boxes,
Both my joys and sorrows I stored,
But though the gold became heavier each day,
The black was as light as before.

With curiosity, I opened the black,
I wanted to find out why,
And I saw, in the base of the box, a hole,
Which my sorrows had fallen out by.

I showed the hole to God, and mused,
"I wonder where my sorrows could be!"
He smiled a gentle smile and said,
"My child, they're all here with me.."

I asked God, why He gave me the boxes,
Why the gold and the black with the hole?
"My child, the gold is for you to count your blessings,
The black is for you to let go."

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Michael, Michael of the Morning

1/7/2017

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Thank you again, Aquarius, for this most excellent post, Incredible Miracle: U.S. Marine Saved by Saint Michael. This one, in particular, helps keep me strong in faith and sure in my Love for Our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ! He knows exactly HOW TO HELP THOSE IN NEED. We need not fear, but only to keep our prayers said without ceasing!

This is the true story of a Marine wounded in Korea in 1950. Writing to his mother, he told her of a fascinating encounter he experienced in the war. Father Walter Muldy, a U.S. Navy chaplain who spoke to the young Marine and his mother as well as to the outfit commander, always affirmed the veracity of this narrative.

We heard it from someone who read the original letter and retell the story here in all its details and in the first person to better convey some of the impact it must have had when first told by the son to his mother.

Dear Mom,

I am writing to you from a hospital bed. Don’t worry, Mom, I am okay. I was wounded, but the doctor says that I will be up in no time.

But that’s not what I have to tell you, Mom. Something happened to me that I don’t dare tell anyone else for fear of their disbelief. But I have to tell you, the one person I can confide in, though even you may find it hard to believe.

You remember the prayer to Saint Michael that you taught me to pray when I was little: “Michael, Michael of the morning,…” Before I left home for Korea, you urged me to remember this prayer before any confrontation with the enemy. But you really didn’t have to remind me, Mom. I have always prayed it, and when I got to Korea, I sometimes said it a couple of times a day while marching or
resting.

Well, one day, we were told to move forward to scout for Commies. It was a really cold day. As I was walking along, I perceived another fellow walking beside me, and I looked to see who it was.

He was a big fellow, a Marine about 6’4” and built proportionally. Funny, but I didn’t know him, and I thought I knew everyone in my unit. I was glad to have the company and broke the silence between us:

“Chilly today, isn’t it?” Then I chuckled because suddenly it seemed absurd to talk about the weather when we were advancing to meet the enemy.He chuckled too, softly.

“I thought I knew everyone in my outfit,” I continued, “ but I have never seen you before.”

“No,” he agreed, “I have just joined. The name is Michael.”

“Really?! That’s mine, too.”

“I know,” the Marine said, “Michael, Michael of the morning….”

Mom, I was really surprised that he knew about my prayer, but I had taught it to many of the other guys, so I supposed that the newcomer must have picked it up from someone else. As a matter of fact, it had gotten around to the extent that some of the fellows were calling me “Saint Michael.”

Then, out of the blue, Michael said, “There’s going to be trouble ahead.”

I wondered how he could know that. I was breathing hard from the march, and my breath hit the cold air like dense clouds of fog. Michael seemed to be in top shape because I couldn’t see his breath at all. Just then, it started to snow heavily, and soon it was so dense I could no longer hear or see the rest of my outfit. I got a little scared and yelled, “Michael!” Then I felt his strong hand on my shoulder and heard his voice in my ear, “It’s going to clear up soon.”

It did clear up, suddenly. And then, just a short distance ahead of us, like so many dreadful realities, were seven Commies, looking rather comical in their funny hats. But there was nothing funny about them now; their guns were steady and pointed straight in our direction.

“Down, Michael!!” I yelled as I dove for cover. Even as I was hitting the ground, I looked up and saw Michael still standing, as if paralyzed by fear, or so I thought at the time. Bullets were spurting all over the place, and Mom, there was no way those Commies could have missed at that short distance. I jumped up to pull him down, and then I was hit. The pain was like a hot fire in my chest, and as I fell, my head swooned and I remember thinking, “I must be dying…” Someone was laying me down, strong arms were holding me and laying me gently on the snow. Through the daze, I opened my eyes, and the sun seemed to blaze in my eyes. Michael was standing still, and there was a terrible splendor in his face. Suddenly, he seemed to grow, like the sun, the splendor increasing intensely around him like the wings of an angel. As I slipped into unconsciousness, I saw that Michael held a sword in his hand, and it flashed like a million lights.

Later on, when I woke up, the rest of the guys came to see me with the sergeant.

“How did you do it, son?” he asked me.

“Where’s Michael?” I asked in reply.

“Michael who?” The sergeant seemed puzzled.

“Michael, the big Marine walking with me, right up to the last moment. I saw him there as I fell.”

“Son,” the sergeant said gravely, “you’re the only Michael in my unit. I hand-picked all you fellows, and there’s only one Michael. You. And son, you weren’t walking with anyone. I was watching you because you were too far off from us, and I was worried.

Now tell me, son,” he repeated, “how did you do it?”

It was the second time he had asked me that, and I found it irritating.“

How did I do what?”

“How did you kill those seven Commies? There wasn’t a single bullet fired from your rifle.”

“What?”

“Come on, son. They were strewn all around you, each one killed by a swordstroke.”

And that, Mom, is the end of my story. It may have been the pain, or the blazing sun, or the chilling cold. I don’t know, Mom, but there is one thing I am sure about. It happened.

Love your son,

Michael

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Living in a Pagan World

9/26/2016

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Thank you, Aquarius, for sending this article along.
It sure offers potential help as we march through the world today!

What Today's Christians Can Learn from Antiquity about Living in a Pagan World
Greg Scandlen
The Federalist

How Christians Took Over Rome

...But when Christians came on the scene, they changed all of this. They absolutely prohibited abortion and infanticide within their own ranks. They also prohibited homosexuality, applied the same standards of chastity and fidelity within marriage to both men and women, and gave women much higher social status than the Romans allowed.

Given these advantages, women were more likely to convert to Christianity than were men. The Christian community soon enjoyed a higher female to male ratio and actually had a surplus of marriageable women. Many of these women took pagan husbands and ended up converting them, resulting in a far higher fertility rate and a growing presence within the empire. Stark calculates that Christianity grew at a rate of 40 percent per decade in the years 40 to 350, from perhaps 1,000 believers in 40 A.D. to nearly 34 million by 350 A.D.

But another phenomenon also helped boost Christian growth: the sudden onset of two epidemics, one in 165 A.D. and the other in 251 A.D. The first was likely smallpox and the second measles. In each case, they produced devastating mortality, killing as much as 30 percent of the population each time.

The pagan response was to flee as far from infected people as possible. Even the famous physician Galen fled to his country estate in Asia Minor to wait until the danger was past. Neither pagan scientists, priests, nor philosophers had an explanation for the calamity—it was just the whim of the gods and nothing could be done about it.

But the Christian explanation was radically different. They believed God was testing and judging humans. Even though some of the faithful might die, they would also be rewarded in the afterlife for their response to the crisis. And what did God expect their response should be? He wrote it all down in Scripture: love your neighbor as yourself, care for the sick and the lame, act as the Good Samaritan acted. That is exactly what Christians did: they cared for one another even in the face of death.

The consequence of this caring could easily be seen as miraculous. As Stark writes, “Modern medical experts believe that conscientious nursing without any medications could cut the mortality rate by two-thirds or even more” (emphasis in original). This nursing could be as simple as providing hydration and nourishment until the patient recovered. As patients recovered, they would be immune from the disease and could care for the newly sick without fear...

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The Great Ark

9/18/2016

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Katy Notes: This is a fascinating blog I have been reading today. Very very good. Just skip around and find something of interest to you.... Love, and prayers of peace to you all.

The Great Ark
Mark Mallett
The Now Word

JESUS said that the period before His eventual return in glory would be “as it was in the days of Noah…” That is, many would be oblivious to the Storm gathering around them: “They did not know until the flood came and carried them all away.” [1] This Storm, as the Church teaches, contains the Passion of the Church, who will follow her Head in her own passage through a corporate “death” and resurrection. [2] Just as many of the “leaders” of the temple and even the Apostles themselves seemed unaware, even to the last moment, that Jesus had to truly suffer and die, so too many in the Church seem oblivious to the consistent prophetic warnings of the popes and the Blessed Mother—warnings that announce and signal a…

…final confrontation between the Church and the anti-church, the Gospel and the anti-gospel… it is a trial which the whole Church… must take up. — Cardinal Karol Wojtyla (SAINT JOHN PAUL II) at the Eucharistic Congress, Philadelphia, PA; August 13, 1976...

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The Pelican

9/18/2016

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Katy sends this also, which is also from the Art of ST John Cantius (see the post below).
Thank you, Katy! The Pelican is Beautiful!

One of the more striking symbols of Christ, Whose blood was shed on the Cross is and is still given to the faithful in the Eucharist to nourish us. As a Christian symbol, it derives from the legendary belief that the mother pelican would nourish her growing offspring by piercing her own breast and feeding them with her blood. This image is also recorded in the Latin Eucharistic hymn of St. Thomas Aquinas, Adoro Te Devote, where Jesus is called “pie pellicane, Iesu Domine” (O holy Pelican, Lord Jesus).

The Art of ST John Cantius
ST John Cantius Church
ST Cloud Minnesota

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The Art of ST John Cantius

9/11/2016

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Thank you, Katy! The stained glass windows are beautiful and the descriptions so interesting. Please visit for more:

The Art of ST John Cantius
ST John Cantius Church
ST Cloud Minnesota

Works of art and beauty have adorned the places of Christian worship from the earliest days. Already in the catacombs of first century Rome, we find Christian symbols and depictions of Christ the Good Shepherd, the Holy Spirit, Mary, and various martyrs. Paintings, stained glass, statues, and other forms of art are tied to the mystery of the Incarnation: in Jesus Christ, the Word made flesh, the invisible love, truth, and beauty of God are made visible to us. Art engages our imagination through the senses, and can lead us to God, Whose perfect Beauty is reflected in creation.

Saint John Cantius Church contains many treasures of Christian beauty in sign and symbol, particularly in the stained glass windows...

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