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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Quote reblogged from BishopFeed[On the new Mass translation:] The prayers are much more beautiful and they carry with them a staying power.Cardinal Raymond Burke (Apostolic Signatura)
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Post reblogged from Adventuring Afar
O Jesus, meek and humble of heart, Hear me.
From the desire of being esteemed, Deliver me, O Jesus.
From the desire of being loved, Deliver me, O Jesus.
From the desire of being extolled, Deliver me, O Jesus.
From the desire of being honored, Deliver me, O Jesus.
From the desire of being praised, Deliver me, O Jesus.
From the desire of being preferred to others, Deliver me, O Jesus.
From the desire of being consulted, Deliver me, O Jesus.
From the desire of being approved, Deliver me, O Jesus.
From the fear of being humiliated, Deliver me, O Jesus.
From the fear of being despised, Deliver me, O Jesus.
From the fear of suffering rebukes, Deliver me, O Jesus.
From the fear of being calumniated, Deliver me, O Jesus.
From the fear of being forgotten, Deliver me, O Jesus.
From the fear of being ridiculed, Deliver me, O Jesus.
From the fear of being wronged, Deliver me, O Jesus.
From the fear of being suspected, Deliver me, O Jesus.
That others may be loved more than I, Jesus, grant me the grace to desire it.
That others may be esteemed more than I, Jesus, grant me the grace to desire it.
That, in the opinion of the world, others may increase and I may decrease, Jesus, grant me the grace to desire it.
That others may be chosen and I set aside, Jesus, grant me the grace to desire it.
That others may be praised and I go unnoticed, Jesus, grant me the grace to desire it.
That others may be preferred to me in everything, Jesus, grant me the grace to desire it.
That others may become holier than I, provided that I may become as holy as I should, Jesus, grant me the grace to desire it.
The most difficult prayer I have ever seen/read/been asked to pray. I don’t know if I have to courage to pray it.(Source: thatothersmaybelovedmorethani)
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Photo reblogged from Fr. Shane Johnson
From the very greatest Flickr stream of all time… Lawrence OP! His description:
“Let my prayer be counted as incense before thee,
and the lifting up of my hands as an evening sacrifice!” - Psalm 141:2Incense is offered before the Blessed Sacrament in the Underground Basilica, Lourdes at the close of the Eucharistic Procession.
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Deign, O Immaculate Virgin, Mother most pure, to accept the loving cry of praise which we send up to thee from the depths of our hearts. Though they can but add little to thy glory, O Queen of Angels, thou dost not despise, in thy love, the praises of the humble and the poor. Cast down upon us a glance of mercy, O most glorious Queen: graciously receive our petitions. Through thy immaculate purity of body and mind, which rendered thee so pleasing to God, inspire us with a love of innocence and purity. Teach us to guard carefully the gifts of grace, striving ever after sanctity, so that, being made like unto the image of thy beauty, we may be worthy to become the sharers of thy eternal happiness. Amen.St Paschasius
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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.
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Quote reblogged from Inspiration for a Catholic LifeHave we ever once remained silent, though we wanted to defend ourselves, though we were treated unfairly? Have we ever once forgiven, though we received no reward for it and people took it for granted? Have we ever once obeyed, not because we had to or else we’d have had unpleasantness, but simply because of that mysterious, silent, unfathomable reality we call God and God’s will? Have we ever once made a sacrifice, without thanks, without recognition, even without a feeling of satisfaction inside? Have we ever once been absolutely lonely? Have we ever once made up our mind to do something purely on the basis of our conscience’s innermost judgement, from a place beyond where anyone can express it or describe it, a place where you are quite alone, and where you know you are making a decision that no one wil take away from you and for which the responsibility will be yours, always and eternally? Have we ever once tried to love God in a place where no wave of felt enthusiasm is carrying us along anymore, where we can no longer mix up ourselves and our life impulse with God - a place where we think that this kind of love is killing us, where this love looks like death and absolute negativity, a place where we seem to be calling into the void, into something unspeakable, a place where it looks like a terrible leap into a bottomless expanse, a place where everything seems to be getting out of control and ceasing - so it seems - to make sense? Have we ever done our duty in a situation where it seems that we can do it only with a burning feeling of negating and obliterating our very self, when it seems that we are doing something terribly stupid for which no one is going to thank us? Have we ever once been good to someone from whom no echo of gratitude or comprehension comes back, and neither were we rewarded with the feeling of having been “selfless,” decent, or the like? … If we find this sort of thing, then we’ve had the experience of the Spirit that is meant here.Fr Karl Rahner, SJ in ‘Spiritual Writings’
I am reading this in one of my theology classes and I just had to share. I read this long paragraph and knew I wasn’t the only one meant to read it.
I must say, this is what sainthood is.(Source: my-crazy-catholic-life)
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Quote reblogged from Inspiration for a Catholic LifeI pray because I can’t help myself. I pray because I’m helpless. I pray because the need flows out of me all the time- waking and sleeping. It doesn’t change God- it changes me.C.S. Lewis
(Source: randombeliever)
