Friday, December 25, 2020
O Come O Come Emmanuel
Thursday, December 24, 2020
The Birth of Our Lord
Tuesday, December 22, 2020
Internal and External Activity
Monday, December 21, 2020
The Morality of Actions
Saturday, December 19, 2020
Remedies for The Passions - Part 2
Remedies for The Passions - Part 1
Friday, December 18, 2020
The Cabin's Best Prayers #2
Thursday, December 17, 2020
The Cabin's Best Prayers #1
The Mortification of The Passions
Wednesday, December 16, 2020
The Effects of the Passions
Monday, December 14, 2020
Practice the Presence of God
The first time I saw Brother Lawrence, was upon the 3rd of August, 1666. He told me that God had done him a singular favor, in his conversion at the age of eighteen.
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Monday of the Third Week in Advent
O ever blessed Virgin and Mother of the Redeemer, in union with all the angels, I dowry the Divine Word in thy chaste womb. With still greater ardor I unite myself with thy love-inflamed heart, which far surpasses the love of the seraphim and cherubim. Oh, impart to me of the light and grace thou didst receive from thy Divine Son ate the moment of the Incarnation. Help me to know and love Him Who chose thee from all eternity for His Mother. Obtain for me, in particular, the grace to give my heart wholly to God alone, in imitation of thy example, that it may live in Him and that divine love reign supreme in my soul.
Resolution: I will endeavor to remain intimately united with God by frequent acts of love.
May you all be kept safe, spirit, soul, and body, for the coming of the Lord.
Jesus the Model of Religious, 1925
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Sunday, December 13, 2020
Third Sunday of Advent
Profoundly humble, St. John speaks very little of himself, but takes pleasure in dwelling at length upon the greatness of our Lord. "But there has stood One in the midst of you Whom you know not. The same is he that shall come after me.
O my Divine Savior, how consoling and honorable for Thy holy precursor, to be the voice crying out to men to prepare the way of the Lord! Rejoicing with her whole heart, Holy Church, at Thy approaching advent, invites all her children to participate in her joy. With a tender love we will respond to her invitation, ever mindful that Thou art near to each one of us. Thou desires to be near us with Thy grace and Thy peace; but how many remain at a distance, because they know Thee not, or do they desire to know Thee. O Divine Savior, enlighten these blinded souls, draw them unto Thee by the sweet power of Thy grace. Compel the obdurate to enter into themselves and remove the obstacles that oppose Thy bountiful advent in their hearts. True to the admonition of the Apostle, we will hasten to meet Thee with prayers, fasting, and thanksgiving, to participate in Thy peace, which surpasses all comprehension.
May you all be kept safe, spirit, soul, and body, for the coming of the Lord.
The Passions
Saturday, December 12, 2020
Feast of Our Lady of Guadalupe
"In the year of Our Lord, 1531, when the Spaniards had ruled this city of Mexico and province of New Spain for ten years and four months, the war having ceased and the Holy Gospel having commenced to flourish in this Kingdom, on the morning of Saturday, the ninth day of the month of December, a poor Indian peasant, simple and humble, one of those recently converted to the holy Catholic Faith, was on his way to the Franciscan mission at the Church of St. James the Greater, the Patron of Spain, to hear the Mass of the Virgin Mary. Juan Diego, as he was called since his Baptism, was a native of Cuantitlan, which lies four leagues north of the city; and he was married to an Indian woman of his own class, who bore the name of Maria Lucia. The church mentioned was in the suburb of Tlateloleo, and the Indian was coming from the village in which he then resided, and which is supposed to have been the neighboring Tolpetlac. He, therefore, reached, at the first gleam of dawn, the foot of the Tepeyacac, or sharp point of the hills―so called because it stands out from the other elevations which surround the lake and the valley, where lies the Capital of Mexico, and because it is nearest to that city. At the present day, for reasons to be given immediately, it is named after Our Lady of Guadalupe.
"Towards the hilltop and the rocky pinnacle which overhangs the plain on the lake-side, the Indian heard a canticle resounding sweetly, which, as he said, seemed to him like the warbling of many different birds that sang together in dulcet harmony and quired to one another with wonderful accord. The higher hills behind repeated and multiplied the echoes.
" 'My son,' she said, 'Juan Diego, whom I tenderly love as a little one and weak, whither goest thou? '
"The Indian replied; 'I am going, most noble Mistress and Lady mine, to Mexico, to the Tlatelolco ward, to hear the Mass which the ministers and substitutes of God show us.'
"Having heard him Most Holy Mary continued; 'Know, my son, my much beloved, that I am the ever Virgin Mary, Mother of the true God who is the Author of life, the Creator of things, the Lord of heaven and earth, present everywhere. And it is my wish that here there be raised to me a temple in which, as a loving Mother to thee and those like thee, I shall show my tender clemency and the compassion I feel for the natives and for those who love and seek me, for all who implore my protection, who call on me in their labors and afflictions; and in which I shall hear their weeping and their supplications that I may give them consolation and relief. That my will may have its effect thou hast to go to the city of Mexico and to the palace of the bishop who resides there, to tell him that I have sent thee and that I wish a temple to be raised to me in this place, Thou shalt report what thou hast seen and heard; and be assured that I will repay what thou dost for me in the charge I give thee; for it I will make thee great and renowned. Now thou hast heard, son, my wish. Go in peace remembering that I shall reward thy labor and diligence; in this, therefore, employ all the strength thou art able.'
"Prostrating himself, the Indian replied: I go, I go, most noble Lady and Mistress mine, to do as an humble servant what you have ordered. Fare-you-well.'
"Departing with profound reverence the Indian descended the western shoulder of the hill and took the road to the Capital. In fulfillment of his promise he went straight to the city, the distance being a league, and entered the palace of the Prelate, who was the Illustrious Don Fray Juan de Zumárraga, first Bishop of Mexico. Having gone in he began to ask the servants to tell the Lord Bishop that he wanted to see and speak to him. They did not do so immediately, either because it was so early, or because they saw that the Indian was poor and humble. They kept him long waiting; but finally, moved by his patience, they ushered him in.
"When he reached the presence of his Lordship, he fell on his knees and delivered his message. He said that the Mother of God had sent him; that he had seen her and spoken to her that very morning. He then reported all that he saw and heard, just as we have related it.
"The bishop heard with astonishment what the Indian affirmed, and marveled at the strange occurrence; but of the message, to which he gave little credit, he seemed to make slight account, thinking it was mere imagination on the Indian's part, or nothing better than a dream. Perhaps, too, he feared it might be a delusion of the demon, as the natives were but lately converted to our holy religion. Though, therefore, he questioned the man closely on his story and found all his answers consistent, he nevertheless sent him away, promising to hear him more at length and to consider the affair more throughly if he came again after some days. It is evident that he wanted time to deliberate and to get information about the character of the envoy.
"The Indian was very sad and disconsolate as he left the bishop's palace, both because he saw that he was not believed and because the will of Most Holy Mary who had sent him was not to be accomplished.
"Juan Diego answered: 'Be not offended, Queen and Lady mine, at what I said. For I shall go with great good will, and obey your order with all my heart. I'll bear your message, for I am not offering excuses, nor do I think the journey any trouble. Perhaps, indeed, I shall not be received nor willingly heard; or if the bishop listens to me he may not believe me; but all the same I will do as you tell me. And here, Lady, in this spot, I shall be waiting to-morrow evening at sunset to give you the answer that I shall have received. So peace be with you, my little one most high, and may God keep you.'
"The Indian took his leave with profound humility and went to his home in the village. It is not known whether he mentioned the occurrence to his wife or anyone else, for history says nothing on that point. Perhaps being confused and ashamed that he had not been believed, he did not dare to speak till he saw how things would turn.
"The following day, Sunday, December 10th, Juan went to the Church of St. James to Hear Mass and assist at the Christian doctrine. And when the Ministers of the Gospel had as usual gone through the whole list of the native Christians of the parish, ward by ward, he went again to the bishop's palace to fulfill the mandate of the Virgin Mary. The members of the household were very slow to announce his arrival; but when he was let in, humbling himself in the bishop's presence, he told, with tears and sighs, 'how he had again seen, in the same place, the Mother of God who awaited him for the answer to her message; how she had ordered him to come back to the bishop and tell him to have a temple erected to her where she had appeared and spoken; and how she certified that she who sent him was the Mother of Jesus Christ, the ever Virgin Mary.'
"The bishop heard with greater attention this time and was less disinclined to believe. But to make surer of the facts, he questioned and requestioned the Indian, warning him to take good care what he asserted. He made him describe the Lady who sent him; and from the description he had to recognize that the man had neither been dreaming nor inventing. Nevertheless, to acqure greater certainty, and to avoid the apparent levity of believing an Indian peasant's simple tale, he told Juan that 'his story was not enough to start such an enterprise as he proposed; and that, therefore, he should tell the Lady who sent him to give him some signs by which it might be known that the message was really from that Mother of God, and that it was indeed she who wished the temple erected.'
"The Indian replied 'that the bishop might see what sign he preferred, and that he would ask it.'
"The prelate noticed that the man neither doubted nor hesitated about asking the sign, but that utterly unruffled he had said to name any sign desired. He then called the two most trusted persons of his household, and, in the Castilian tongue which was unintelligible to the Indian, bade them look closely at the man and be ready to follow him as soon as he left the house. He directed them not to lose sight of him, but without his notice to keep after him till he reached the place where he said he had seen the Virgin Mary. They were to observe with whom he spoke, and bring back an account of all they saw and heard.
"They did as they were ordered. When the Indian was dismissed from the bishop's presence, they followed him and, without his knowledge, kept their eyes on him.
"But as soon as Juan Diego reached the bridge on the eastern side of the city, where a stream passes and, almost at the foot of the hillock, runs into the lake, he vanished from their sight. They eagerly sought for him, and searched both sides of the hill, but all in vain. Indignant with him, therefore, they called him an impostor and liar or else a wizard. So when they came back and gave their account to the bishop, they besought him not to to believe this fellow, but, if he returned, to punish him for his imposture.
"When Juan Diego heard these words he was so much consoled and so fully satisfied that he cried out: 'Send me, then, O my Lady, to see the bishop; and give me the sign, as you said you would, that I may be believed.'
"Most Holy Mary replied: 'Go up, my son, much loved and cherished, to the summit of the hill where you saw me and spoke to me, and pluck the roses which you will find there. Gather them in the lap of your cloak, and bring them to my presence, and I shall tell you what to do and say.'
"The Indian obeyed without a word, though he knew for certain that there were no flowers in the place; for it was barren rock and produced nothing. Having reached the top he saw there a beautiful rose-tree with fresh, odorous, dewy flowers. Arranging his cloak or tilma in the native fashion, he plucked as many roses as he could put into the lap of it and bore them to the presence of the Virgin Mary. She was waiting for him at the foot of a tree which the Indians call Cuauzahuatl, that is the tree of the spider's orb or the fasting tree. It is a wild tree that produces no fruit, but in its season gives some white blossoms. From the position I think it is the ancient trunk which still stands on the slope of the hill, and at whose foot is the path leading up the eastern bank. In front of it is the aluminous spring.
"Here, doubtless, was effected the miraculous painting of the blessed Picture. For when the Indian humbled himself in the presence of the Virgin Mary and showed her the roses he had gathered, holding them up in his cloak, Our lady herself took them out all together and put them back in the lap of the garment, saying:―
" ' Here thou hast the sign to take to the bishop. Tell him that by token of these roses he is to do what I ordered. Attend, son, to what I say, and remark that I place confidence in thee. Neither show what thou carries to anyone by the way, nor open thy cloak till thou art in the presence of the bishop. Then tell him what I have just said, and thou wilt dispose him to raise my temple.'
"Having so spoken the Virgin Mary sent him away. The Indian was delighted with the sign, for he understood that he should now succeed and that his embassy should have its effect. So he brought the roses with great care, never losing one, but snatching a glimpse of them from time to time and enjoying their fragrance and beauty.
Wednesday, December 9, 2020
Mother of Fair Love
Tuesday, December 8, 2020
Feast of the Immaculate Conception
Meditations on Christian Dogma, Volume 1
The Newman Press, Westminster, Maryland, 1961
Sunday, December 6, 2020
The Action of The Will
Meditations on Christian Dogma, Volume 2
The Newman Press, Westminster, Maryland, 1961
Saturday, December 5, 2020
The Constituents of Human Actions
Meditations on Christian Dogma, Volume 2
The Newman Press, Westminster, Maryland, 1961
Friday, December 4, 2020
Vespers With the Benedictines
Thursday, December 3, 2020
Human Acts in General
Meditations on Christian Dogma, Volume 2
The Newman Press, Westminster, Maryland, 1961
Wednesday, December 2, 2020
The Attainment of Beatitude
Meditations on Christian Dogma, Volume 2
The Newman Press, Westminster, Maryland, 1961
Tuesday, December 1, 2020
The Qualities of Beatitude
Meditations on Christian Dogma, Volume 2
The Newman Press, Westminster, Maryland, 1961