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Wednesday, January 17, 2018

I Am Cured

I AM CURED!

OUR LADY OF LOURDES - 1869 
by Henri Lasserre

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ALTHOUGH doubtless very few persons in the crowd instituded comparisons of this nature, the idea that the waters of the Spring which had gushed forth at the Grotto might have the pwer of healing the sick, must have suggested itself to the mind of every one.  From the morning of the same day, a rumor of several marvelous cures began to spread in all directions.  Amid the contradictory versions which were being circulated, and taking into consideration the sincerity of some, the exaggeration voluntary or involuntary of others, the flat denial of many, the hesitations and uneasiness of a great number, the emotion of all, it was difficult at the first moment to distinguish truth from falsehood among the miraculous facts which were asserted on all sides, told as they were in differnet ways, with great blunders in names and confusion of persons, to say nothing of mixing up the circumstances of several episodes differing from and foreign to each other.

Did you ever in on of your country walks, throw suddenly a handful of corn into an ants’ nest?  The terrified ants run from  one side to the other in an extraordinary state of agitation.  They keep coming and going to and fro, crossing each other, running against each other, alternately stopping and resuming their course suddenly changing the point towards which they were running, picking up a grain of corn and leaving it there, and wandering in every direction in a state of feverish disorder, a prey to indescribable confusion.

Very similar was the conduct of the multitude, both of inhabitants and strangers at Lourdes, in the state of stupefaction into which they were thrown by the superhuman wonders which reached them from Heaven.  Such is always the conduct of the natural world, when it is suddenly visited by some manifestation from the supernatural world.

By degrees, however, order is restored in the ants’ nest, and its momentary agitation ceases.

There was, in the town, a poor workman known by every one;  who, for many years, had dragged out a most miserable existence.  His name was Louis Bourriette.  Some twenty years before, a great misfortune had befallen him.  As he was working in the neighborhood of Lourdes, raising stone with his brother Joseph, who was also a quarryman, a mine owing to some mismanagement had exploded close to them.  Joseph was killed on the spot, and Louis, of whom we are now speaking, had his face ploughed with splinters of rock, and his right eye half destroyed.  His life had been saved with the greatest difficulty.  He suffered so terribly from the results of this accident, that he was attacked with a burning fever, and for some time force was obliged to be employed to keep him in his bed.  However, he recovered by degrees, thanks to the skill and devoted care of those who attended him.  But, the medical men, in spite of the most delicate operations and masterly treatment, failed entirely in effecting the cure of his right eye, which had unfortunately been injured internally.  The poor man had returned to his ocupation of quarryman, but he was no longer fit for anything but the coarsest style of work, as his wounded eye was utterly unserviceable, and he could only see objects as it were through an impenetrable mist.  When the poor workman wished to undertake any work requiring more than usual care, he was obliged to apply for assistance to others.

So far from time having brought any amelioration in his condition, his sight had diminished from year to year.  This progressive deterioration had become still more sensible, and at the time we have now reached in our history, the evil had made such progress that his right eye was almost entirely lost.  When Bourriette closed his left eye, he could not distinguish a man from a tree.  The man and the tree were to him only a black and confused mass, scarcely perceptible as in the obscurity of night.

Most of the inhabitants of Lourdes had given Bourriette employment at one time or other.  His state excited pity, and he was much liked by the brotherhood of quarrymen and stone-cutters, who form a numerous class in that part of the country.

This poor creature hearing about the miraculous Spring at the Grotto, called his daughter. “Go and bring me some of this water,” he said.  

“Blessed Virgin, if she it is, has but to will my cure in order to effect it.”

Half an hour afterwards, the child brought him, in a basin, a small quantity of the water which, as we have explained above, was still dirty and impregnated with earth.

“Father,” observed the child, “it is only muddy water.”

“That does not matter,” replied the father, addressing himself to prayer.

He bathed with the water his weak eye, which he but a moment before considered gone forever.

Almost immediately he uttered a loud cry, and began to tremble in the excess of his emotion.  A sudden miracle had been accomplished in regard to his sight.  The air had already become clear around him and bathed in light.  Nevertheless, objects appeared still as if surrounded with a light gauze, which hindered him from seeing them perfectly.

The mist was still before his eyes, but it was no longer dark as it had been for the last twenty years.  It was penetrated by the sun, and instead of thick night it was to the eyes of the poor sick man, as the transparent vapor of morning.

Bourriette continued to pray, and at the same time washed his right eye with the salutary water.  By degrees the light of day flooded his sight and he distinguished objects clearly.

Next day or the day after, he happened to meet on the public square of Lourdes with Doctor Dozons, who had never ceased to attend him since the commencement of his malady.  He ran towards him saying, “I am cured.”

“Impossible,” exclaimed the Doctor.  “Your organ of sight is injured to such an extent as to render your cure out of the question.  The treatment I have prescribed for you is only intended to soothe your pain but can never restore you the use of your eye.”

“It is not you who have cured me,” replied the quarry-man with emotion, “it is the Blessed Virgin of the Grotto.”

The man of human science shrugged his shoulders.

“That Bernadette has ecstasies of an inexpressible nature, is certain;  for I have devoted unwearied attention to establishing that fact.  But it is impossible that the water, which, how I know not, has gushed forth at the Grotto, should cure suddenly maladies which are in their very nature incurable.”

On saying this he took a little tablet out of his pocket and wrote a few lines with a pencil on on of its pages.

Then with on hand he closed Bourriette’s left eye, which was still serviceable, and presented to his right eye, which he knew to be entirely deprived of sight, the little sentence he had just written.

“If you can read this I will believe you,” said the eminent physician with an air of triumph, strong as he felt himself to be from his extensive knowledge and profound medical experience.

Many persons who happened to be walking on the square at the time had formed a group around them.

Bourriette glanced at the paper with the eye, the sight of which but just now was extinct, and read immediately and without the slightest hesitation:  

“Bourriette has an incurable amaurosis from which he can never recover.”

Had a thunderbolt fallen at the feet of the learned physician it could not have stupefied him more than did the voice of Bourriette as he read camly and without any effort the single line of small writing which was lightly traced in pencil on the page of the tablet.

Doctor Dozons was more than a merely scientific man, he was by nature conscientious. He frankly recognized and unhesitatingly proclaimed the agency of a superior power in this sudden cure of a malady deemed to be incurable.

“I cannot deny it,” he said;  “it is a miracle, a true miracle, with all due deference to myself and my brethren of the faculty.  This has quite upset me; but we can but submit to the imperious voice of a fact so clear and so entirely beyond the range of poor human science.”

Doctor Vergez, of Tarbes, Fellow and Professor of the Faculty at Montpellier, and resident Physician at the Baths at Baréges, being summoned to pronounce his opinion in the case, could not prevent himself from recognizing, and that in the most undeniable way―its supernatural character.

As we have already observed, Bourriette’s state had been notorious for upwards of twenty years, and the poor man himself was universally known in the town.  Besides, this marvelous cure had not caused the disappearance of the deep traces or scars, which the accident had left on his face, so that every one had it in his power to verify the miracle which had just been accomplished.  The poor quarry-man, almost mad with joy, recounted all the particularities of the event to any one who cared to listen to him.

He was not the only one who openly bore witness to an unexpected good fortune and loudly proclaimed his gratitude.  Events of a similar nature had taken place in other houses in the town. Several persons residing at Lourdes, Marie Daube, Bernard Soubie, Fabien Baron, had all at once quitted their sick-bed, to which maladies of different kinds, but all pronounced incurable, had confined them, and they proclaimed publicly their cure by the water of the grotto. The hand of Jean Crassus, which had been paralyzed for ten years, had become straightened again and recovered all the vigor of life in the miraculous water.

Thus the accuracy of facts succeeded, among the different accounts in circulation, to the vague rumors of the first moment.  The enthusiasm of the people was raised to the highest pitch, an enthusiasm at the same time touching and sound, which in the church expressed itself in fervent prayers, and around the Grotto in the canticles of thanksgiving which burst from the joyful lips of the pilgrims.

Towards evening, a great number of workmen belonging to the association of quarry-men, of which Bourriette was a member, repaired to the Rocks of Massabielle and laid out a path for visitors in the steep declivity near the Grotto.  Before the hollow from which the spring now bubbled forth, they placed a balustrade formed of wood, beneath which they dug a small oval reservoir, about half a meter in depth, and in shape and length not very unlike an infant’s cradle.

The enthusiasm was momentarily increasing.  Vast throngs were perpetually passing to and fro on the road leading to the miraculous spring of water.  After sunset, when the first shadow of night began to fall on the earth, you might perceive that the same thought had occurred to a throng of believers, and the Grotto was all at once illuminated with a thousand lights.  Rich and poor, children, men and women had brought spontaneously candles and tapers.  During the whole night, this clear and mild light might be seen from the opposite side of the Gave.  Thousands of small torches placed here and there without any apparent order seemed to give back on earth the glittering luster of the stars with which the firmament of heaven was so thickly studded.

Neither priests nor pontiffs nor leading men of any kind were to be found among those masses of people;  and yet, without any one having given any signal, the moment the illumination lighted up the Grotto and the rocks, and shed a trembling reflection on the little reservoir of the miraculous Spring, the voices of all rose at the same time and mingled with each other in a chant, which seemed to proceed from a single soul.  The Litany of the Blessed Virgin burst on the ear, interrupting the silence of night to celebrate the memory of our admirable Mother, in front of the rustic throne in order to crown the hearts of all Christians with joy.  Mater admirabilis, Sedes Sapientiæ, Causa Nostræ lætitiæ ora pro nobis. 

36. The Excellencies of The Trinity.

Catholics Praying for Peace during the Cuban Missile Crisis, 1962. 


The Trinity constitutes the beatitude of God and the final end and beatitude of all creatures, angels and men. It is the Alpha and Omega, the first and the last. So it is with you personally. You are on earth for a very brief interval to work out your return to the God whence you proceeded. Never deviate from this, your one and sole object.

Jesus Mercy, Mary Help



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Tuesday, January 16, 2018

Evening Sighs

Roadside Shrine
Lugano, Switzerland
1940s

Sighs of a Penitent Soul

O Lord my God, I am a miserable sinner, unworthy indeed to live upon the earth;  have mercy upon me and save me.


Ascensiones in Corde - Sighs of a Penitent Soul
A. R. Mowbray & Co. LTD, London 1912.





Meadow Brook
Wengen, Switzerland

Sancta Maria, Ora pro nobis
Holy Mary, Pray for us.


35. The Beatitude of God

Reception after entering the Carmelite order, Bronx, New York, 1944.


The Saints have sometimes been admitted, while on earth, to see, as it were, the skirts of God's glory as He passed by; and the sight has ravished them out of their senses into ecstasy. Pray earnestly to be admitted one day to the contemplation of this glory.

Jesus Mercy, Mary Help



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Monday, January 15, 2018

01/15/18 She is Looking at YOU!


Bernadette, drawing near to the two ladies, said to the younger one who was a Child of Mary: "She is looking at you." "Ask her if she will permit us to accompany you here every day." "They may come," answered the Virgin, "she and others. I wish to see people here." She then disappeared, leaving behind her that luminous light with which she was surrounded, and which vanished more slowly.

O Mother of God! If I place my confidence in thee, I shall be saved; if I am under thy protection, I have nothing to fear; for the fact of being thy client is the possession of a certainty of salvation which God grants only to those He means to have. Amen. 
Don't Miss the TRAIN TO LOURDES!


The Song of Bernadette - Full Movie 

34. The Power of God

Self Portrait by Vivian Mier, American Photographer


God communicates to us both His mercy and His power. He call upon us to be instruments of His work, and to help Him by co-operation in the advancement of His glory, resistance to evil and the salvation of souls.

Jesus Mercy, Mary Help



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Sunday, January 14, 2018

33. Discrimination of The Good & Bad


Parochial School, Danbury, CT., September, 1950 

INDEX

If we have a tender devotion and love towards the Blessed Virgin, we know that in one important respect the same mind is in us that was also in Christ Jesus.
  Jesus Mercy, Mary Help

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Write One Down






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, January 13, 2018

This Weeks Homily by Bishop Robert Barron

January 14, 2018




The story of the call of Samuel is illuminating for our time of corruption and cleansing. I argue that the sex abuse scandal in the church should be read through the lens of this narrative.

Mass Readings

Reading 1 - 1 Samuel 3:3-10, 19
Psalm - Psalm 40:2, 4, 7-10
Reading 2 - 1 Corinthians 6:13-15, 17-20
Gospel - John 1:35-42



Friday, January 12, 2018

Thirteenth Station Devotions or Stabat Mater

Terrible, pathetic and heart-rending were all the events in our Saviour's Passion and Death as presented to us in the Gospel, but the most touching and humanly appealing scene in the whole sad series is in the Thirteenth Station, which presents the moment when the bruised and mangled body of our Saviour has been taken down from the Cross and laid in the arms of his agonized Mother. 
If the spotless Son of God and His sinless Mother could willingly endure such suffering and grief for our sakes, how cheerful should we bear our own little trials and burdens.  Let us pray . . . .


Litany of the Most Holy Name of Jesus
Stabat Mater - See Bottom

Lord have mercy on us.
Christ have mercy on us!
Lord have mercy on us.
Jesus hear us.
Jesus graciously hear us!

God the Father of heaven, 
Have mercy on us.
God the Son, Redeemer of the world,
Have mercy on us.
God the Holy Ghost,
Have mercy on us.
Holy Trinity, One God,
Have mercy on us.
Jesus, Son of the living God,
Have mercy on us.
Jesus, splendor of the Father,
Have mercy on us.
Jesus, brightness of eternal light,
Have mercy on us.
Jesus, King of glory,
Have mercy on us.
Jesus, the Son of Justice,
Have mercy on us.
Jesus, Son of the Virgin Mary,
Have mercy on us.
Jesus, most amiable,
Have mercy on us.
Jesus, most admirable,
Have mercy on us.
Jesus, the mighty God,
Have mercy on us
Jesus, Father of the world to come,
Have mercy on us.
Jesus, Angel of the great council,
Have mercy on us.
Jesus, most powerful,
Have mercy on us.
Jesus most patient,
Have mercy on us.
Jesus, most obedient,
Have mercy on us.
Jesus meek and humble of heart,
Have mercy on us.
Jesus, lover of chastity,
Have mercy on us.
Jesus, lover of mankind,
Have mercy on us.
Jesus, God of peace,
Have mercy on us.
Jesus, Author of life,
Have mercy on us.
Jesus, Model of virtues,
Have mercy on us.
Jesus, zealous for souls,
Have mercy on us. 
Jesus, our God,
Have mercy on us.
Jesus, our refuge, 
Have mercy on us.
Jesus, Father of the poor,
Have mercy on us.
Jesus, treasure of the faithful,
Have mercy on us.
Jesus, good shepherd,
Have mercy on us.
Jesus, true light,
Have mercy on us.
Jesus, eternal wisdom,
Have mercy on us.
Jesus, infinite goodness,
Have mercy on us.
Jesus, our way and our life,
Have mercy on us.
Jesus, joy of the angels,
Have mercy on us.
Jesus, King of the patriarchs,
Have mercy on us.
Jesus, Master of the apostles,
Have mercy on us.
Jesus, Teacher of the evangelists,
Have mercy on us.
Jesus, strength of the martyrs,
Have mercy on us.
Jesus, light of confessors,
Have mercy on us.
Jesus, purity of virgins,
Have mercy on us.
Jesus, crown of all saints,
Have mercy on us 
Be merciful, Spare us, O Jesus!
From all evil,,
Jesus, deliver us.
From all sin,
Jesus, deliver us.
From thy wrath,
Jesus, deliver us.
From the snares of the devil,
Jesus, deliver us.
From the spirit of fornication,
Jesus, deliver us.
From everlasting death,
Jesus, deliver us.
From neglect of thy inspirations,
Jesus, deliver us.
Through the mystery of Thy Holy Incarnation,
Jesus, deliver us.
Through Thy nativity,
Jesus, deliver us.
Through Thy infancy,
Jesus, deliver us.
Through Thy most divine life,
Jesus, deliver us.
Through Thy labors,
Jesus, deliver us.
Through Thy agony and passion,
Jesus, deliver us.
Through Thy cross and dereliction,
Jesus, deliver us.
Through Thy weariness and faintness,
Jesus, deliver us.
Through Thy death and burial,
Jesus deliver us.
Through Thy resurrection,
Jesus, deliver us.
Through Thy ascension, 
Jesus, deliver us.
Through Thy joys,
Jesus deliver us.
Through Thy glory,
Jesus deliver us.

Lamb of God, Who takes away the sins of the world, 
     Spare us, O Jesus!
Lamb of God, Who takes away the sins of the world,
     Graciously hear us, O Jesus!
Lamb of God, Who takes away the sins of the world,
     Have mercy on us, O Jesus!
Jesus hear us.
     Jesus Graciously hear us!

LET US PRAY

O Lord Jesus Christ, Who hast said, "Ask, and ye shall receive; seek, and ye shall find; knock, and it shall be opened unto you," grant, we beseech Thee, to us who ask the gift of Thy divine love that we may love Thee with our whole heart, in word and work, and never cease from showing forth Thy praise.

Grant, O Lord, that we may have a perpetual fear and love of Thy holy name for thou never failest to direct and govern those whom Thou instructs in Thy true and solid love.
Through Our Lord, Jesus Christ.  Amen.




STABAT MATER
medieval Latin hymn on the suffering of the Virgin Mary at the Crucifixion.


Mater Dolorosa stood,
Weeping sore beside the Rood,
      Whilst on it hung her Son.
Tender moanings told the smart,
Told the anguish of her heart 
Through which a sword was run.

Oh! How doleful and distressed
Was that maiden-mother blest
      Of sole-begotten One.
Vast and deep was her lament.
Keen her grief with anguish blent,
      To see her Son's distress.

Who's the man, with feeling true,
That with tearless eyes could view 
      Christ's mother in such stress?

Who could see that mother mild
Grieving for her peerless Child,
      And not with pity mourn?

For the sins of his own race
She saw Jesus in disgrace,
      And with the scourges torn.

She beheld her only-born
Die forsaken―all forlorn
      Whilst yielding up His soul.

Mother! Fount of love divine.
Make me feel that grief of thine;
      With thee let me condole.

Make my heart with fervor glow,
Make me in Christ's favor grow,
And in His love abide.

Mother dear! This boon I crave;
Deeply in my heart engrave 
      His wounds―the Crucified.

Let me share in thy Son's pains
Who by wounds and torments designs
      To prove His love for me.

Let Me grieve with thee yet more,
And the Crucified deplore
      As long as life shall be.

Near the Cross and by thy side
Willing would I still abide
      A sharer in thy woe.

Virgin Queen of virgin train,
Look not on me with disdain,
      But bid my tears to flow.

Let me in Christ's passions share,
Close His death about me bear,
      And in His sweet wounds dwell.

With His bruises make me sore,
With His Cross and crimson gore
      Inebriate me well.

Screen me, Virgin, judgement-day,
Let me not be cast away,
      To feed the flames of hell.

Lord! When hence I must repair,
Through Thy mother let me bear
      The palm of victory.

When this body turns to earth,
Bid my soul renew its birth,
      In Paradise with Thee.  Amen.  

P.  Pray for us, most Sorrowful Virgin.
R. That we may be made worthy of the promises of Christ.  


LET US PRAY

Grant, we beseech Thee, O Lord Jesus Christ, that the most blessed Virgin Mary, Thy Mother, may intercede for us before the throne of Thy mercy now and at the hour of our death; through whose most holy soul in the hour of Thine Own passion the sword of sorrow passed. Through Thee, Jesus Christ, Saviour of the world, who livest and reignest with the Father and the Holy Ghost forever and ever.  Amen.