![]() O Mary, Keep not Jesus for thee alone! For one instant, for one short instant, trust him to my love. Say not that any tender age could not retain thy treasure...The vehemence of my desire will make up for my weakness. O Mary! Deposit Jesus for one moment in my arms! Give him to me, tender Mother, I will not rob thee of Him! I will dwell under thine eyes, in the manger, prostrate near thee. With my heart beating against His, I will respectfully approach my lips to His adorable face, and soon return him to thee. ![]() There is only 1 more chance to win in our GIVEAWAY! The next drawing will be for the Design-a-Planner CD-rom on December 10 . Check out our Giveaway post for details! ![]() Jesus, Master, Teach Me Teach me, teach me, dearest Jesus, In Thine own sweet, loving way, All the lessons of perfection I must practice day by day. Teach me Meekness, dearest Jesus, Of Thine Own the counterpart; Not in words and actions only, But the meekness of the heart. Teach Humility, sweet Jesus, To this poor, proud heart of mine, Which yet wishes, O my Jesus, To be modeled after Thine. Teach me Fervour, dearest Jesus, To comply with every grace, So as never to look backwards, Never slacken in the race. Teach me Poverty, sweet Jesus, That my heart may never cling, To whate'er its love might sever, From my Saviour, Spouse and King. Teach me Chastity, dear Jesus, That my every day may see Something added to the likeness That my soul should bear to Thee. Teach Thy Heart, to me, dear Jesus, Is my fervent, final prayer, For all beauties and perfections Are in full perfection there. ![]() Now the publicans and sinners drew near unto him to hear him. And the Pharisees and the scribes murmured, saying: This man receiveth sinners, and eateth with them. And he spoke to them this parable, saying: What man of you that hath an hundred sheep: and if he shall lose one of them, doth he not leave the ninety-nine in the desert, and go after that which was lost, until he find it? And when he hath found it, lay it upon his shoulders, rejoicing: And coming home, call together his friends and neighbours, saying to them: Rejoice with me, because I have found my sheep that was lost? I say to you, that even so there shall be joy in heaven upon one sinner that doth penance, more than upon ninety-nine just who need not penance. Luke 15:1-8 ![]() There are 3 more chances to win in our GIVEAWAY! The next drawing will be for The Complete Catholic Homeschool planner on November 26. Check out our Giveaway post for details! From the June-July, 1918 issue of Manna WHO AM I? I am more powerful than the combined armies of the world. I am more deadly than bullets, and have wrecked more homes than the mightiest of siege guns. I steal in the United States alone over $300,000,000 a year. I spare no one, and find my victims among the rich and poor alike; the young and the old; the young and the weak; widows and orphans know me. I massacre thousands upon thousands of working people in a year. I lurk in unseen places, and do most of my work silently. You are warned against me but heed not. I am everywhere: in the home, on the street, in the factory, at railroad crossings, and at sea. I bring sickness, degradation and death, and yet few seek to avoid me. I destroy, crush and maim; I give nothing, but take all. I am your worst enemy. Who am I? I am CARELESSNESS!
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Stephanie Gutenberger Died November 16, 2012 Prayer Look down on me, good and gentle Jesus, while before Thy face I humbly kneel and with burning soul pray and beseech Thee to fix deep in my heart lively sentiments of faith, hope and charity and true contrition for my sins, and a firm purpose of amendment, the while I contemplate with great love and tender pity Thy five wounds, pondering over them within me, whilst I call to mind the words which David the Prophet said of Thee my Jesus, "They pierced My hands and My feet, they numbered all My bones." ![]() Don't forget to leave a comment to join our giveaway! Details here! From the Boys' and Girls' Mission Page of the June/July 1918 issue of Manna: A Youthful Sufferer By Sr. d. N. D. In the orphanage of Tainoura, in the Gota Islands, Japan, lived Mary O Hatsu who came from the village of Aloghi. The missionary, thinking she was old enough to work her way through life, sent her to her native village. Here a veritable martyrdom awaited her, and poor Mary had to undergo many severe trials. Her new home was with her younger sister, whose husband was not only a perfect stranger to Mary, but proved to be a cruel host. He tried in every possible way to compel her to give up the true faith. Since beating and abuses failed to bring about the desired change, her persecutor took from her her rosary, scapular and medal, denied her all time for prayer and for works of charity, and forced her to live in a miserable little hut. Here a half-decayed straw mat was her only resting place. Twice daily her cruel sister would bring her two or three cold potatoes. During the entire winter Mary remained in this prison without fire, without warm clothing, without comfortable covering for the night, almost dying of hunger and cold. All communication with the Christians was denied her. Although she was near a Chapel, she was not allowed to enter it. She had asked permission to visit the priest, to go to Confession, and to assist at the Holy Sacrifice; yet all her pleadings were of no avail. One evening, thinking all the inmates of the house asleep, Mary quietly left her prison and took the path leading to Windzunoura. Soon, however, she heard a heavy footstep. She turned, only to see a bold figure bearing a lantern, and to hear a familiar voice calling her, uttering fearful threats if she refused to return. Mary stood motionless. The thought of the cruel beatings completely overpowered her. She was so near the missionary! She had not received the sacraments for so long! What happiness to be in the company of Christians again! Strengthened by the conviction that she was doing right, she resolutely set out for the chapel, where she poured out her soul in loving complaint to Jesus in the Blessed Sacrament. She next sought that “peace which the world cannot give”—the peace to be obtained in the Sacrament of Penance. How she longed to remain in the Chapel all night! But—she must make the sacrifice and offer her sufferings instead. Reluctantly she tore herself away and courageously returned to her prison. Her brother-in-law, with cruel impatience, awaited her return. He threw her on the floor, trampled upon her and beat her so violently that for eight days Mary could scarcely move a limb. The missionary heard of these outrages through a sympathetic neighbor and resolved to take Mary back to the “Mission House of the Holy Childhood.” Once back in Tainoura, Mary cried for joy, thanking God daily for the grace of perseverance in suffering and for having found a heaven on earth in her dear mission home. ![]() Thank you for visiting! |
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