Tuesday, November 30, 2021
Prayer in General
Devotion
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Monday, November 29, 2021
The Virtue of Religion
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Sunday, November 28, 2021
A Story of Hope
My strawberry-blond, freckled-faced, non-stop mother, Jeannine, was the youngest of four and as such was hopelessly spoiled. Nicknamed “Peaches,” she was a very welcome addition to my grandparents after the loss of two babies beforehand. She was also quite a bit younger than her oldest brother, Dick, who graduated high school the year Mom received her First Communion.
My grandfather was a foreman on the B&O Railroad. The family moved quite a bit around Ohio and Indiana until settling for the longest period of time in the small railroad town of Willard, Ohio. Dick and Bill, the brother who came 14 months after, had been football and basketball stars at the local high school. Mary, who was a teenager by the time Mom was 8, was already working at the local movie theatre. Everyone in town knew who my mom was, as she rode her bike from one end to the other with reckless abandon.
It was on a Sunday in December, and after 10am Mass, Mom was given her customary dime allowance in order to go see a movie in the afternoon. Even though it was cold, she rode her bike to the Temple Theatre in downtown Willard, where Mary welcomed her with a box of popcorn. Bill was home with Grandma.
Dick had left home for the Navy after graduation in June. He had wanted to join the Army, but Grandpa did not want his son sleeping in a foxhole. At least with the Navy, Grandpa said, you’d have a clean bed out of the dirt. After training at Naval Station Great Lakes near Waukegan, Illinois, Dick was sent to San Francisco, and then Hawaii. The family received frequent postcards of palm trees and hula dancers, and Jeannine (my mom) could not wait to see what he would send for Christmas. She wanted a hula skirt.
Settling in for the 1pm show, Jeannine started to eat her popcorn. Several minutes into the movie, the film stopped and the screen went black. Suddenly the lights went up. “We are sorry, but the film cannot be shown and the theatre is closed for the remainder of the day. Please come to the desk for your refund.” Jeannine went to complain to Mary, but she was already gone.
Hopping on her bike, Jeannine noticed people running up and down the street, and speaking in rushed, hushed tones. Some looked at her with knowing eyes and nodded. “Hurry home,” more than one said.
As she walked up the steps, she could see her mother sitting by the radio attentively, crying. Mary and Bill were sitting next to her, crying and comforting their mother.
As Jeannine stood speechless, her mother collected herself and said, “They’ve bombed Pearl Harbor. That’s where Dick is.” Jeannine could not quite understand what it meant, but she knew that it was terrible and frightening. She hugged her mother and began to cry as well.
Shortly thereafter, her father came home. She had never seen him cry before, but he did and kept saying, “Dick was always such a good boy. Dick was always such a good boy.” It was then that her mother said, “As long as we don’t know, we always have hope.”
The next few weeks were a whirlwind. Their lives and the lives of everyone in that small town changed dramatically. The town’s sons went off to enlist. A scrap drive was announced, and Jeannine and her friends began to collect scrap metal and rubber in their wagons. Rationing was to be implemented, and Jeannine’s mom knew that food that was readily available, such as sugar and meat, would be prized.
This would be the last Christmas for a long while that they would have more than one dozen Christmas cookies; big Sunday dinners would be a thing of the past. Jeannine did not see her dad for three weeks: as the foreman, he needed to direct the trains taking soldiers to the coast and assist in other cities as well.
The biggest change to their household was the ritual of waiting. Jeannine and her siblings went to school and her mother went to daily Mass. They came home to do homework at the dining room table, as their mother prepared dinner. Sometimes mother would play the piano as she always did, but not as often as in Christmases past. They talked and worked, but all the while the radio stayed on, just in case there might be any announcements. And whenever the telegram boy rode his bicycle by the house, with the brick streets jingling the bell on his handlebars, the entire household would stop.
All other tasks were done mindlessly, because their focus, their only purpose, was to wait to hear something, anything about Dick. As the telegram boy’s bicycle was heard, her mother would say a prayer, “for someone, if not us, who is getting a telegram today — may it be good news.” More than once, their mother would remind them that “as long as there is waiting, there is hope for good news. Thank God, for the waiting.” Every night, she would stay up until the wee hours just to listen to the news on the radio.
It would be December 23, 1941, when they would finally hear the fate of their son and brother. It was not a telegram, but a “V-gram,” a small, one-piece envelope that was opened and read. It came through the slot in the door with the rest of the Christmas cards and letters. Jeannine remembers that her mother saw it, said a prayer, and kneeled down right in the hallway to read it.
She sobbed over the tiny envelope as the kids circled around to read it for themselves. Bill took a soup pot and spoon from the kitchen and played a percussion celebration on the front porch. Neighbors came out up and down the street and cheered. They knew, just as Jeannine’s family knew about their hopes and fears.
My mom died this year in March — the day before St. Patrick’s Day because, God forbid, anything should ever mar the celebration of that day. This story, one of many, lives on in our family and is still cherished to this day.
How appropriate that in that awful time 76 winters ago, the best gift was being able to wait and hope for good news.
We are all blessed to still be able to celebrate that gift, even more so, now with Him.
Saturday, November 27, 2021
Justice
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Friday, November 26, 2021
November 27, 2021
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Morning Prayers.
Taking Counsel
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Thursday, November 25, 2021
Prudence
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Wednesday, November 24, 2021
Tuesday, November 23, 2021
November 24, 2021
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Monday, November 22, 2021
The Companions of Charity
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II. There are other companions of Charity, viz., the various affections of the mind in which the propension towards life expresses itself. These expressions of love or accompaniments of Charity are principally as follows. Satisfaction and delight in God at the sight of His supreme (Page 189) excellence; conformity of ideas and will and feeling with Him in all the manifestations of His Providence; benevolence, by which we desire all good to the object of our love, and rejoice in His perfections, happiness, and glory; beneficence, by which we bestow of our own upon Him, our possessions, our services and ourselves; hatred of that which opposes Him or deprives us of the possession of Him. These sentiments extend to all that is related to God, that resembles Him, or recalls Him to our mind. Thus it is that divine Charity or love for God embraces creatures also, and especially men who are made in His image. While philanthropy and humanity draw us towards our fellow-men on account of their community of life with us, Charity draws us to them on account of their community of life with God, the Supreme Life. These acts are not spontaneous as is the case with natural love, and as will be the case with beatific love hereafter; but they are the result of voluntary correspondence with grace and voluntary acceptance of the knowledge of Faith.
III. There are yet other companions of Charity which follow in its train. The love and possession of God in this life casts out all servile fear and bestows an unspeakable peace and joy, which raise men superior to all the trials of this world. It subdues the impulse to selfishness, and helps us to promote the advantage of all those whom God loves. It is a chief source of the generosity and self-sacrifice which are the leaven of this world; and it takes form chiefly in the seven corporal and seven spiritual works of mercy. These consequences of Charity command the admiration of all, so that men try to reproduce them sporadically and apart from the supernatural system. But those efforts must fail. The real flower can live only when it proceeds from the tree in its completeness with root, trunk, branches and leaves; i.e., from God in His Charity. "Other foundation no man can lay but that which is laid, which is Christ Jesus" (1 Cor. iii. 11).
Sunday, November 21, 2021
Feast of Christ the King
This dominion of Christ must, day by day, be further extended in our souls, it is that that we ask of God; Adveniat regnum tuum! Oh! may it come, Lord, that day when truly, Thou wilt reign in us by Thy Christ!
Christ in His Mysteries
D. Columba Marmion, p. 295
The Order of Charity
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November 21, 2021
(Page 338)
I. The law of Moses allowed men and women to make a vow and dedicate themselves, for a time or for life, to the service of God. So did Anna lend her son Samuel to the Lord to be employed about the Tabernacle. The Blessed Virgin also was presented in the temple by another Anne, her mother, in pursuance of a vow. At the age of three she was offered, and till her fifteenth year she remained in the quarters set apart for the widows and young maidens, "who departed not from the temple, by fastings and prayers serving night and day" (Luke ii. 37). The traditions of the Eastern Churches record that this child of grace was, as a special privilege, allowed to pray in the Holy of Holies, where no other but the High Priest once in the year could enter. Those Churches from the earliest times kept up the memory of these events in the Feast of the entry of Mary into the Temple; the Western Church celebrates it as the Presentation. Holy Scripture says: "After her shall virgins be brought to the King . . . they shall be brought into the temple of the King" (Ps. xliv. 15, 16). In imitation of the Blessed Virgin, hundreds of thousands of other virgins have sought a refuge from the world near the tabernacle of God, and dedicated their whole lives to the practice of austere virtue, and the service of God and man. How blessed is the Church in the holy example given by Our Lady, and in the inspiration and strength from the Holy Ghost which have enabled so many to follow in her foot steps! Thank God for the abundant benefits resulting from this devotedness.
Meditations on Christian Dogma, Volume 1
The Newman Press, Westminster, Maryland, 1961
Saturday, November 20, 2021
November 21, 2021
The holy company having arrived at the temple in Jerusalem, the holy child turns to her parents, and kneeling, kisses their hands, asks their blessing, and then, without looking back, ascends the steps of the temple. There renouncing entirely the world and all things that the world could give her, she offers and consecrates herself wholly to God. Henceforth the life of Mary in the temple was but one continual exercise of love, and the offering of her whole self to her Lord. She increased from hour to hour, nay, from moment to moment, in holy virtues, sustained indeed by divine grace, but always endeavoring, with all her powers, to correspond with grace. Mary herself revealed this to St. Elizabeth, the virgin, saying: "Do you think that I obtained the graces and virtues without an effort? Know that I received from God no grace without great effort, continual prayer, an ardent desire, and many tears and penances."
Thus Mary, a young virgin in the temple, did nothing but pray. And seeing the human race lost and hateful to God, she especially prayed for the coming of the Messias, desiring then to be the servant of that happy Virgin who was to be the mother of God. Oh, who would have said to her then: Oh holy Lady, know that already through thy prayers the Son of God is hastening to come and redeem the world; and know that thou art the blessed one chosen to be the mother of thy Creator. Oh beloved of God, most holy child, thou prayest for all, pray also for me. Thou hast consecrated thyself wholly even from infancy, to the love of thy God; ah, obtain for me at least that during the remaining years of my life I may live for God alone. Today together with thee, I renounce all creatures, and consecrate myself to the love of my Lord. I also offer myself to thee, oh my queen, to serve thee forever. Accept me for thy special servant and obtain for me the grace to be faithful to thee and to thy Son, that I may come one day to praise thee and love thee eternally in paradise.
The Glories of Mary, St. Alphonsus Liguori, 1888