Inspiration for a Catholic Life
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At the cross her station keeping,
stood the mournful mother weeping,
close to Jesus to the last.
Through her heart, his sorrow sharing,
all his bitter anguish bearing,
now at length the sword had passed.
Oh how sad and sore distressed
was that mother highly blessed,
of the sole-begotten One!
Christ above in torment hangs;
she beneath beholds the pangs
of her dying glorious Son.
Is there one who would not weep,
whelmed in miseries so deep
Christ’s dear Mother to behold?
Can the human heart refrain
from partaking in her pain,
in that Mother’s pain untold?
For the sins of His own nation
saw Him hang in desolation,
all with bloody scourges rent.
Bruised, derided, cursed, defiled,
she beheld her tender child,
till His Spirit forth he sent.
O, thou Mother, fount of love,
touch my spirit from above,
make my heart with thine accord.
Make me feel as thou has felt;
make my soul to glow and melt
with the love of Christ our Lord.
Holy Mother, pierce me through;
in my heart each wound renew
of my Saviour crucified.
Let met share with thee his pain,
who for all my sins was slain,
who for me in torments died.
Let me mingle tears with thee,
mourning Him Who mourned for me,
all the days that I may live.
By the cross with thee to stay,
there with thee to weep and pray,
this of thee I ask to give.
Virgin, of all virgins blest,
listen to my fond request:
let me share thy grief divine.
Let me, to my latest breath,
in my body bear the death
of that dying Son of thine.
Wounded with his every wound,
steep my soul till it hath swooned
in His very blood away.
Be to me, o Virgin, nigh,
lest in flames I burn and die,
in that awful judgment day.
Christ, when thou shalt call me hence,
be Thy mother my defense,
be Thy cross my victory.
While my body here decays,
may my soul Thy goodness praise,
safe in Paradise with Thee.
Amen.Pope Innocent III (Stabat Mater Dolorosa) -
Quote reblogged from Fr. Shane JohnsonLet us learn to cast our hearts into God.St. Bernard of Clairvaux (via fathershane)
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Link reblogged from Adventuring Afar
God,
Concealed before my Eyes
Lord,
Hidden in this Church
Jesus,
Present here with Me
Love,
Spilling from my Heart
Hope,
Welling up Inside
Joy,
Bursting forth from Me
Wonder,
As I gaze upon You
Present,
Here and Everywhere
Hidden,
in this Tiny Host
© 2012 Amanda -
Link reblogged from Adventuring Afar
Scared by the Angel’s words
yet willing to say “yes”
Knowing punishment was death
and agreeing all the same,
somehow strong with unseen grace
Journeying far away
with only one who did believe
holding an Infant Child,
God’s own Son and thine
and somehow strong with unseen grace
Returning to your homeland
life begins anew
your Son stays in the temple,
ready to begin His work
and somehow strong with unseen grace
At thirty when He left you
your spirit traveled with Him
to see His wondrous miracles
to see Him mocked and run from town
and somehow strong with unseen grace
And in the city you were there
when He was condemned to die,
there to see Him disgraced
and die a torturous death
yet somehow strong with unseen grace
And when He did arise
to leave this world for heaven,
He sent His Holy Spirit
to comfort you and be with you
and to keep you strong with unseen grace
© 2012 Amanda
I was inspired to write this poem when I was in Adoration the other night. I just seemed to flow from my pen as I sat before the Eucharistic Lord and asked Him for guidance. -
Link reblogged from Adventuring Afar
What gift do you offer to the King of kings?
What can you give Him that truly comes from you?
What do you lay before Him?
Can you give a gift of self to the newborn King?
Do you bring Him gold?
A gift beyond all price?
A precious faith that knows no end?
A gift of self to the newborn King?
Do you bring Him frankincense?
The rising incense of your prayers?
A hope that even this shall pass and better things shall come?
A gift of self to the newborn King?
Do you bring Him myrrh?
A precious spice for His burial?
A love than can conquer even death?
A gift of self to the newborn King?
Do you bring Him talents?
Special gifts He gave to you, given back for all the world?
Things that only you can do?
A gift of self to the newborn King?
What gift do you bring?
An expression of faith, hope, and love?
A gift that only you can give?
A gift of self to the newborn King?
© 2012 Amanda -
Quote reblogged from I press on to make (it) my own.Not 100 in the United States hate the Roman Catholic Church, but millions hate what they mistakenly think the Roman Catholic Church is.Fulton J. Sheen
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Photo reblogged from Fight the Good Fight of Faith
“Isn’t it beautiful? Isn’t it marvelous? The God of the universe, He became one of us. We cry out and then love comes down again. Hope is found in Him. Hallelujah.” -Matt Maher
Merry Christmas!
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Quote reblogged from Fr. Shane JohnsonBe only and all for Jesus through Mary.Blessed Mother Teresa
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Photo reblogged from Fr. Shane Johnson
![I have no other means of proving my love for You than to throw flowers, that is, not to pass up any little sacrifice, any look, any word, to take advantage of all the little things and to do them out of love… I want to suffer out of love and even rejoice out of love, so I will throw flowers before Your throne. […]
Jesus, what purpose will my flowers and my songs serve You? Oh, I know well that this sweet-scented rain, these fragile petals that have no value, these songs of love of the littlest of hearts — these will charm You. Yes, these little nothings will give You pleasure.
St. Therese of Lisieux](http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ln5hm3pjym1qkubsbo1_500.jpg)
I have no other means of proving my love for You than to throw flowers, that is, not to pass up any little sacrifice, any look, any word, to take advantage of all the little things and to do them out of love… I want to suffer out of love and even rejoice out of love, so I will throw flowers before Your throne. […]
Jesus, what purpose will my flowers and my songs serve You? Oh, I know well that this sweet-scented rain, these fragile petals that have no value, these songs of love of the littlest of hearts — these will charm You. Yes, these little nothings will give You pleasure.
St. Therese of Lisieux
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Post reblogged from Adventuring Afar
I’ve decided that my third grade religious ed students should probably have a lesson on prayer seeing as most don’t know any prayers beyond the Sign of the Cross. Anyway, I’ve decided to delay Chapter 2 in our textbooks and instead focus on prayer. There is only one problem. I don’t have any resources on how to teach prayer to children. Any ideas?
I know of one link. While not exactly Catholic, here it is.
Here is a link on introducing the types of prayer to kids.
