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Friday, October 20, 2017

Do you Remember Perry Como?




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Lourdes, 2016

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O My Lady, you have done so much for me.  Little indeed will it be if I can wear myself out and use up my life for you and your dear Son Jesus.


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Thursday, October 19, 2017

My Girl My Prayer



MY GIRL KATHY
 


O My Lord Jesus, I will use time. It will be too late to pray when life is over. There is no prayer in the grave - there is no meriting in Purgatory. Low as I am in Thy all Holy sight, I am strong in Thee, strong through Thy Immaculate Mother, through Thy Saints; and thus I can do much for the Church for the world, for all I love. O let not the blood of souls be on my head. O let me not walk my own way without thinking of Thee. Let me bring everything before Thee, asking Thy leave for everything I do. . . As the dial speaks of the sun, so will I be ruled by thee alone, if Thou will take me and rule me. Be it so, my Lord Jesus, I give myself wholly to Thee. Amen. 



I opened my window to the gentle rain
and said my prayers there.



Wednesday, October 18, 2017

Two Prayers



Jesus and Mary with St. Bernard


Follow along with Christian Peschken Here.
  


Prayer of St. Alphonsus LiguoriPatronage Prayer

Most holy and immaculate VirginMy Mother Maryto thee, the Mother of my God, the Queen of the world, the advocate, the hope, and the refuge of sinnersI have recourse to-day, I, who am the most miserable of all. 

I render thee my humble homage, O great Queen, and I thank thee for all the graces which thou hast bestowed upon me until now, particularly for having delivered me from hell, which I have so often deserved.   


I love thee, O most amiable Sovereign, and for the love I bear thee, I promise to serve thee always, and to do all in my power to make others love thee also. I place in thee, after God, all my hopes. I confide my salvation to thy care. 


Accept me for thy servant, and take me under thy protection, O Mother of Mercy. And since thou art so powerful with God, deliver me from all temptations, or rather obtain for me the strength to triumph over them until death. 


Obtain for me, I beseech thee, a perfect love for Jesus Christ. To thee I look for grace to die a good death. O my Mother, by the love which thou bearest to God, I beseech thee to help me at all times, and particularly at the decisive moment of death. Do not leave me until thou seest me safe in heaven, occupied in blessing thee, and singing thy mercies throughout eternity. Amen.




Prayer of St. BernardThe Memorare 

Remember, O most pious Virgin Mary! that no one ever had recourse to thy protection, implored thy help, or sought thy mediation without obtaining relief. Confiding, then, in thy goodness and mercy, I cast myself at thy sacred feet, and do most humbly supplicate thee, O Mother of the eternal Word! to adopt me as thy child, and take upon thyself the care of my salvation. O let it not be said, my dearest Mother, that I have perished where no one ever found but grace and salvation. Amen.

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I opened the window to the gentle rain
and said my prayers there.




A Consecrated Holst Become Flesh and Blood



Below is a brief background of this miracle from the Love one Another magazine,  which occurred in Buenos Aires in 1996, in a parish under the auspices of Pope Francis.  Then Cardinal Bergoglio, he approved of this Miracle.
A consecrated Host becomes flesh and blood
At seven o’clock in the evening on August 18, 1996, Fr. Alejandro Pezet was saying Holy Mass at a Catholic church in the commercial center of Buenos Aires. As he was finishing distributing Holy Communion, a woman came up to tell him that she had found a discarded host on a candleholder at the back of the church. On going to the spot indicated, Fr. Alejandro saw the defiled Host. Since he was unable to consume it, he placed it in a container of water and put it away in the tabernacle of the chapel of the Blessed Sacrament.
On Monday, August 26, upon opening the tabernacle, he saw to his amazement that the Host had turned into a bloody substance. He informed Cardinal Jorge Bergoglio, who gave instructions that the Host be professionally photographed. The photos were taken on September 6. They clearly show that the Host, which had become a fragment of bloodied flesh, had grown significantly in size. For several years the Host remained in the tabernacle, the whole affair being kept a strict secret. Since the Host suffered no visible decomposition, Cardinal Bergoglio decided to have it scientifically analyzed.
On October 5, 1999, in the presence of the Cardinal’s representatives, Dr. Castanon took a sample of the bloody fragment and sent it to New York for analysis. Since he did not wish to prejudice the study, he purposely did not inform the team of scientists of its provenance. One of these scientists was Dr. Frederic Zugiba, the well-known cardiologist and forensic pathologist. He determined that the analyzed substance was real flesh and blood containing human DNA. Zugiba testified that, “the analyzed material is a fragment of the heart muscle found in the wall of the left ventricle close to the valves. This muscle is responsible for the contraction of the heart. It should be borne in mind that the left cardiac ventricle pumps blood to all parts of the body. The heart muscle is in an inflammatory condition and contains a large number of white blood cells. This indicates that the heart was alive at the time the sample was taken. It is my contention that the heart was alive, since white blood cells die outside a living organism. They require a living organism to sustain them. Thus, their presence indicates that the heart was alive when the sample was taken. What is more, these white blood cells had penetrated the tissue, which further indicates that the heart had been under severe stress, as if the owner had been beaten severely about the chest.”
For the unbeliever, it may move you to think.  For those who believe, it may strengthen your faith and the significance of the Sacrament of the Holy Eucharist.

Monday, October 16, 2017

The Song of Bernadette

The Song.


There was a child named Bernadette
I heard the story long ago
She saw the Queen of Heaven once
And kept the vision in her soul
No one believed what she had seen
No one believed what she heard
But there were sorrows to be here
and mercy, mercy in this world.

So many hearts I find, broke like yours and mine
Torn by what we've done and can't undo
I just want to hold you, come on let me hold you
Like Bernadette would do.
We've been around, we fall, we fly
We mostly fall, we mostly run
And every now and then we try
To mend the damage that we've done
Tonight, tonight I just can't rest
I've got this joy inside my breast
To think that I did not forget that child
That song of Bernadette.

So many hearts I find, broke like yours and mine
Torn by what we've done and can't undo
I just want to hold you, won't you let me hold you
Like Bernadette would do
I just want to hold you, come on let me hold you
Like Bernadette would do.



The Movie.






Sunday, October 15, 2017

Holy Communion Prayers






BEFORE HOLY COMMUNION


Prayer for Help
O my God help me to make a good Communion. Mary, my dearest Mother, pray to Jesus for me. My dear Angel Guardian, lead me to the Altar of God.

Act of Faith
O God, because Thou hast said it, I believe that I shall receive the Sacred Body of Jesus to eat, and His precious Blood to drink. My God, I believe that with all my heart.

Act of Humility
My God, I confess that I am a poor sinner; I am not worthy to receive the Body and Blood of Jesus on account of my sins. Lord, I am not worthy that Thou shouldest enter under my roof; say but the word, and my soul shall be healed.

Act of Sorrow
My God, I detest all the sins of my life. I am sorry for them, because they have offended Thee, my God who art so good. I resolve never to commit sin any more. My good God, pity me, have mercy on me, forgive me. Amen.

Act of Adoration
O Jesus great God, present on the Altar, I bow down before Thee, I adore Thee.


Act of Love and Desire
Sweet Jesus, I love Thee. I desire with all my heart to receive Thee. Most sweet Jesus, come into my poor soul, and give me Thy Flesh to eat and Thy Blood to drink. Give me Thy whole self, Body, Blood, Soul, and Divinity, that I may live forever with Thee.

O most sweet Virgin Mary, Mother of God and my Mother, lend me, I beseech thee, thy Immaculate Heart to receive my Jesus: that so I may receive Him by thee, by  whom the world received Him.

O Jesus, I offer Thee Thy sinless Mother's Heart, with its perfect dispositions at the moment of Thy Incarnation and all her communions. Come to me now by her, as I came to Thee by her. With her heart let me receive Thee.







AFTER HOLY COMMUNION



O my Queen, thou hast given me Jesus in thy heart, therefore, now, with the same true heart, entertain Him for me. Adore Him, thank Him, and implore Him for the graces thou knows me to need-in particular . . . . .

ACT OF FAITH
O Jesus, I believe that I have received Thy Flesh to eat and Thy Blood to drink, because Thou hast said it, and Thy word is true.

ACT OF ADORATION
O Jesus, my God, my Creator, I adore Thee, because from Thy Hands I came and with Thee I am to be happy forever.

ACT OF HUMILITY
O Jesus, I am but dust and ashes, and yet Thou hast come to me, and my poor heart may speak to Thee.

ACT OF LOVE
Sweet Jesus, I love Thee; I love Thee with all my heart. Thou knows that I love Thee, and wish to love Thee daily more and more.

ACT OF THANKSGIVING
My good Jesus, I thank Thee with all my heart. How good, how kind Thou art to me, sweet Jesus. Blessed be Jesus in the most Holy Sacrament of the Altar.

ACT OF OFFERING
O Jesus, receive my poor offering. Jesus Thou hast given Thyself to me, and let me give myself to Thee:


I give Thee my body, that it may be chaste and pure.


I give Thee my soul, that it may be free from sin.


I give Thee my heart, that it may always love Thee.


I give Thee every breath that I shall breathe. and especially my last; I give Thee myself in life and in death, that I may be Thine for ever and ever.


O Jesus, wash away my sins with Thy precious Blood.


O Jesus, the struggle against temptation is not yet finished. My Jesus, when temptation comes near me, make me strong against it. In the moment of temptation may I always say, "Jesus, mercy! Mary, help!"


O Jesus, may I lead a good life; may I die a happy death. May I receive Thee before I die. May I say when I am dying, "Jesus, Mary, Joseph, I give you my heart and my soul."

Listen now for a moment to Jesus Christ; perhaps He has something to say to you. There may be some promise you have made and broken, which He wishes you to make again and keep. Answer Jesus in your heart, and tell Him all your troubles. Then pray for others.

O Jesus, have mercy on Thy Holy Church; take care of it.


O Jesus, have pity on poor sinners, and save them from hell.


O Jesus, bless my father, my mother, my brothers and sisters, and all I ought to pray for, as Thy Heart knows how to bless them.


O Jesus, have pity on the poor souls in Purgatory, and give them eternal rest.


Sweet Jesus, I am going away for a time, but trust not without Thee. Thou are with me by Thy grace. I will never leave Thee by mortal sin. I do not fear to do so, though I am so weak, because I have such hope in Thee. Give me grace to persevere. Amen.


    

Saturday, October 14, 2017

THE WEDDING FEAST

THE PARABLE OF THE WEDDING FEAST

by Bishop Robert Barron October 15, 2017
Many devout believers find the parable of the wedding feast in the Gospel of Matthew difficult to understand. The story is meant to stir us up with its exaggeration, to signal the spiritual destruction that follows from refusing the divine invitation. We are meant to see how valuable an invitation we have received and how odd it is that we would choose to reject it.

Mass Readings

Tuesday, October 10, 2017

Prayer to the Guardian Angel of Your Teen-ager


Highland Park, Texas - 1947



To the Guardian Angels of Your Teen-agers

Holy angels, guardian of my children, you know that I cannot shield, guide, and direct my older children as when they were younger. They are entrusted to your care. I beg you with the heart of a mother, protect my children today in body and soul; keep them free from harm. Awaken their consciences when they become weak and give them the strength to do what is right. You see the face of the heavenly Father. Ask Him to lead my children along life's way to goodness, so that one day, together with you, we may sing His praise. Amen.
Women Before God
Newman Press, 1961



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Monday, October 9, 2017

It was Eleven O'Clock in The Morning

An Original image from the Original French - Click to Enlarge.

Our Lady of Lourdes - Paris 1886

Chapter 1 - Part 5 
Good Book Long Train

V.
ON the 11th of February, 1858, was inaugurated the week of profane enjoyments, which, according to immemorial custom, precedes the austerities of Lent.  The weather was cold and somewhat overcast, but very calm.  The clouds remained motionless in the depths of heaven.  There was no breeze to agitate them and the atmosphere was entirely still.  Occasionally there fell a few drops of rain.  On that day the diocese of Tarbes, in accordance with the peculiar privileges of its Proper Office, was celebrating the memory and the feast of the illustrious Shepherdess of Saint Genevieve.
     It was eleven o'clock in the morning by the parish church of Lourdes.
     While joyful assemblies and parties were almost everywhere in preparation, a poor family, lodged in a wretched dwelling in the Rue Petits-fosses, had not even wood for cooking their scanty meal.
     The father, still young, was a miller by trade, and had for a short time kept a little mill situated to the north of the town on one of the streams which flow into the Gave.  This business, however, required a certain amount of capital, as the lower classes are not in the habit of paying ready money for having their corn ground, and consequently the poor miller had been obliged to relinquish the little mill, where his exertions, instead of placing him in easy circumstances, had served only to plunge him into deeper poverty.  Waiting for better days he worked hard―not at home, for he had nothing in the world, not even a small garden―but all around, for some of his neighbors, who employed him from time to time as a day-laborer.
     His name was Francois Soubirous, and he was married to a very respectable woman, Louise Casterot, who was a good Christian and kept up the courage of her husband.
     They had four children, two girls, the eldest of them being about fourteen years old, and two boys much younger;  the last born being between three and four years old.
     It was only within the last fortnight that their eldest daughter, a weakly child, had been living under the same roof with them.  This is the little girl destined to take an important part in our narration, and we have carefully studied all the peculiarities and details of her life.
     At her birth, her mother, then very much out of health, had been unable to suckle her, and had placed her out to nurse in a neighboring village, Bartrès, where the infant remained after being weaned.  Louise Soubirous had become a mother for the second time;  and the care of two children at the same time, would have detained her at home, and prevented her from going out to daily labor in the fields, which, however, she could easily do as long as she only had one child at the breast.  For this reason the parents allowed their eldest to remain at Bartrès.  They paid five francs a month for her board, sometimes in money, but more frequently in kind.
     When the little girl was old enough to make herself useful, and there was some idea of taking her back to her parent’s house, the good peasants, who had brought her up, perceived that they had formed a strong attachment to her, and regarded her almost as one of their own children.  From that day they kept her without charge, and employed her in tending their sheep.  Thus she grew up in the midst of the family which had adopted her, passing all her days in solitude on the lonely declivities, where her humble flock grazed.
     Her knowledge of prayers was entirely confined to the Chaplet.  Either because her foster-mother had recommended this to her, or because it was the simple want of her innocent soul, everywhere and at all times, while engaged in watching her flock, she was in the habit of reciting this prayer of the simple.  In addition to this, she amused herself quite alone with those natural playthings, which motherly providence provides for the children of the poor, who, in this respect, as indeed in all others, are more easily satisfied than those of the rich.  She used to play with stones, which she piled up in little childish buildings;  with the plants and flowers which she gathered here and there;  with the water of the brook, into which she threw immense fleets of blades of grass, following them with her eye as they floated downwards, and lastly, with the lamb which was the object of her preference in the flock intrusted to her care.  “Of all my lambs,” she said one day, “there is one I love more than all the rest.”  “And which is that,” she was asked.  “The one I love,” she replied, “is the smallest;” and it was her greatest pleasure to caress it in frolicsome sport.
     Compared with other children, she was herself like this poor little feeble lamb which she loved.  Although she had already attained her fourteenth year, you would have never supposed her to be more than eleven or twelve.  She was subject to an oppressive asthma, which, without rendering her absolutely sickly, caused her sometimes great suffering.  She bore her misfortune patiently, and accepted her physical pains with that tranquil resignation which appears so difficult to the rich, but which the poor seem to find naturally and without effort.
     In this innocent and lonely school, the poor shepherd-girl learned, perhaps, what is to the world unknown:  the simplicity, which is so pleasing to God.  Far removed from the contagion of impurity, ever communing with the Virgin Mary, and passing her time and her hours in crowning Her with prayers while telling her beads, she preserved that entire candor, that baptismal purity, which the breath of the world, even among the best, so soon tarnishes.
     Such was the soul of this child, limpid and peaceful as those unknown lakes which are buried in the midst of lofty mountains, and in which all the splendors of heaven are silently reflected.  “Blessed are the pure in heart,” says the Gospel, “for they shall see God.”
     These great gifts are hidden gifts, and the humility which possesses them is often unconscious of them.  The young maiden had now reached her fourteenth year, and if all those who accidentally came in contact with her felt themselves attracted towards, and secretly fascinated by her, she was herself entirely unconscious of it.  She regarded herself as one of the last, and the most backward children of her age, and in point of fact, she could neither read nor write.  In addition to this she was wholly unacquainted with the French language, and knew nothing but her own poor Pyrenean patois.  She had never been taught the catechism, and in this her ignorance was extreme.  “Our Father, Hail Mary, I believe in God, Glory be to the Father” recited in the course of the Chaplet, constituted the extent of her religious knowledge.
     After the foregoing details, it is unnecessary to add, that she had not yet made her first communion. It was in fact with the view of preparing her for this, and sending her to the catechism class, that the Soubirous had just withdrawn her from the retired village, where her foster-parents resided, and had brought her to their own house, at Lourdes, notwithstanding their exceeding poverty.
     It was about a fortnight since she had returned to the dwelling of her parents.  Her mother treated her with every possible care and attention, as her asthma and her general fragility of appearance caused her much anxiety.  While the rest of the children of the Soubirous went about in nothing but their sabots, this child wore stockings;  while her sister and brothers were always running about in the open air, she was almost constantly employed in the house.  The poor child accustomed to be in the open air, would have preferred going out.
     The day was Shrove-Tuesday;  it had struck eleven o’clock, and these poor people had not the wood necessary to prepare their mid-day meal.
     “Go and gather some on the bank of the Gave, or on the common,” said the mother to Marie, her second daughter.
     As in many other places, the poor in the commune of Lourdes, possessed the right of picking up any dry branches which the wind might have blown down from the trees, and any dead wood which might have been washed down by a flood, and left among the rocks along the course of the river.
     Marie put on her sabots, an operation which her elder sister, of whom we have just been speaking, the little shepherd-girl of Bartrès, regarded with envy.
     “Allow me to follow her,” she said to her mother, “I will also bring back my little bundle of wood.”
     “No,” answered Louise Soubirous:  you have a cough, and it would make you worse.”
     In the meantime, a young girl from the next house,  Jeanne Abadie, about fifteen years old, had entered, and volunteered to go with them to pick up some wood.  They all joined in urging the mother to give the required permission, and at length she consented.
     The child at the moment had a handkerchief wrapped round her head and knotted on the side as is the custom with the peasant women in the South.  This did not appear sufficient to the mother.
     “Take your capulet,” she said to her.
     The capulet is a very graceful article of dress, peculiar to the races of the Pyrenees, and partakes of the nature of the kerchief and the mantle.  It is a kind of hood, of very coarse cloth, sometimes white as the fleece of a sheep, sometimes of a brilliant scarlet, which covers the head and falls back over the shoulders, as far  down as the loins.  When the weather is very cold or windy, the women bring it in front, and carefully envelope in it their neck and arms.  When they find it too warm for this garment, they fold it up square, and carry it on their heads, like a kind of quadrangular berret.
     The capulet of the little shepherd-girl of Bartrès was white.

IMAGES: 
NOTRE DAME DE LOURDES 
Henri Lasserre, Paris - 1886 

Sunday, October 8, 2017

Our Lady of Lourdes

Our Lady of Lourdes - Paris 1886

Chapter 1 - Part 4
Good Book Long Train

With the exception of some rare Christians, no one treats the poor man as his brother or his equal.  With the exception of the Saints alas!  few and far between in our day―who would ever think of showing him the respect they deem due to a superior?  In the world, properly so called, in the great world the poor man is absolutely forsaken.  Overwhelmed with the weight of labor, worn out with want, despised and abandoned, would it not appear as though he were cursed by the Creator of the earth?  Ah! it is just the contrary;  he is the beloved one of the universal Father.  While the World has been cursed for ever by the infallible word of Christ, it is the poor, the suffering, the humble, the insignificant who are the “good society” in the eyes of God, the chosen company in which his heart delights.  “Ye are my friends,” he tells them in his Gospel.  He does more.  He identifies himself with them and only opens the kingdom of heaven to the rich on condition of their having been the benefactors of the poor.  “Inasmuch as ye have done it to one of the least of these little ones, ye have done it unto me.”
     So, when the Son of God came upon earth, it was His will to be born, to live and to die in the midst of the poor―to be Himself poor.  It was from among them He chose his Apostles, his principal disciples, the first-born of his Church.  In the long history of that Church, it was upon the poor that He generally poured forth his choicest spiritual graces.  In all ages with some slight exceptions―Apparations, Visions, especial Revelations, have been the privilege of the poor and little ones whom the world despises.
     When God, in His wisdom, deems fit to manifest himself sensibly to men by these mysterious phenomena, He descends, as do the kings of the earth when traveling, into the houses of His ministers or of His particular friends.  And this is the reason of His habitual choice of the dwellings of the poor and the humble.
     For nearly two thousand years past has the word of the Apostle been verified, “God hath chosen what is weak according to the world to confound that which is powerful.”




IMAGES: 
NOTRE DAME DE LOURDES 
Henri Lasserre, Paris - 1886 

Daily Dedication to Mary - 1926


DAILY DEDICATION TO MARY


O my Queen! O my Mother! I give myself entirely to thee: and to show my devotion to thee, I consecrate to thee this day my eyes, my ears, my mouth, my heart, my whole being. Since then I am thine, O good Mother, keep me, guard me, as thy property and possession.



Religion Doctrine and Practice
for use in Catholic High Schools,
Loyola University Press, Chicago
1926




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Pray Your Rosary Every Day


Prayers for Holy Communion





BEFORE HOLY COMMUNION


Prayer for Help
O my God help me to make a good Communion. Mary, my dearest Mother, pray to Jesus for me. My dear Angel Guardian, lead me to the Altar of God.

Act of Faith
O God, because Thou hast said it, I believe that I shall receive the Sacred Body of Jesus to eat, and His precious Blood to drink. My God, I believe that with all my heart.

Act of Humility
My God, I confess that I am a poor sinner; I am not worthy to receive the Body and Blood of Jesus on account of my sins. Lord, I am not worthy that Thou shouldest enter under my roof; say but the word, and my soul shall be healed.

Act of Sorrow
My God, I detest all the sins of my life. I am sorry for them, because they have offended Thee, my God who art so good. I resolve never to commit sin any more. My good God, pity me, have mercy on me, forgive me. Amen.

Act of Adoration
O Jesus great God, present on the Altar, I bow down before Thee, I adore Thee.


Act of Love and Desire
Sweet Jesus, I love Thee. I desire with all my heart to receive Thee. Most sweet Jesus, come into my poor soul, and give me Thy Flesh to eat and Thy Blood to drink. Give me Thy whole self, Body, Blood, Soul, and Divinity, that I may live forever with Thee.

O most sweet Virgin Mary, Mother of God and my Mother, lend me, I beseech thee, thy Immaculate Heart to receive my Jesus: that so I may receive Him by thee, by  whom the world received Him.

O Jesus, I offer Thee Thy sinless Mother's Heart, with its perfect dispositions at the moment of Thy Incarnation and all her communions. Come to me now by her, as I came to Thee by her. With her heart let me receive Thee.







AFTER HOLY COMMUNION



O my Queen, thou hast given me Jesus in thy heart, therefore, now, with the same true heart, entertain Him for me. Adore Him, thank Him, and implore Him for the graces thou knows me to need-in particular . . . . .

ACT OF FAITH
O Jesus, I believe that I have received Thy Flesh to eat and Thy Blood to drink, because Thou hast said it, and Thy word is true.

ACT OF ADORATION
O Jesus, my God, my Creator, I adore Thee, because from Thy Hands I came and with Thee I am to be happy forever.

ACT OF HUMILITY
O Jesus, I am but dust and ashes, and yet Thou hast come to me, and my poor heart may speak to Thee.

ACT OF LOVE
Sweet Jesus, I love Thee; I love Thee with all my heart. Thou knows that I love Thee, and wish to love Thee daily more and more.

ACT OF THANKSGIVING
My good Jesus, I thank Thee with all my heart. How good, how kind Thou art to me, sweet Jesus. Blessed be Jesus in the most Holy Sacrament of the Altar.

ACT OF OFFERING
O Jesus, receive my poor offering. Jesus Thou hast given Thyself to me, and let me give myself to Thee:


I give Thee my body, that it may be chaste and pure.


I give Thee my soul, that it may be free from sin.


I give Thee my heart, that it may always love Thee.


I give Thee every breath that I shall breathe. and especially my last; I give Thee myself in life and in death, that I may be Thine for ever and ever.


O Jesus, wash away my sins with Thy precious Blood.


O Jesus, the struggle against temptation is not yet finished. My Jesus, when temptation comes near me, make me strong against it. In the moment of temptation may I always say, "Jesus, mercy! Mary, help!"


O Jesus, may I lead a good life; may I die a happy death. May I receive Thee before I die. May I say when I am dying, "Jesus, Mary, Joseph, I give you my heart and my soul."

Listen now for a moment to Jesus Christ; perhaps He has something to say to you. There may be some promise you have made and broken, which He wishes you to make again and keep. Answer Jesus in your heart, and tell Him all your troubles. Then pray for others.

O Jesus, have mercy on Thy Holy Church; take care of it.


O Jesus, have pity on poor sinners, and save them from hell.


O Jesus, bless my father, my mother, my brothers and sisters, and all I ought to pray for, as Thy Heart knows how to bless them.


O Jesus, have pity on the poor souls in Purgatory, and give them eternal rest.


Sweet Jesus, I am going away for a time, but trust not without Thee. Thou are with me by Thy grace. I will never leave Thee by mortal sin. I do not fear to do so, though I am so weak, because I have such hope in Thee. Give me grace to persevere. Amen.