Monthly Archives: August 2017

The Pope: A Day in the Life

21 August 2017

Editors Note: Today is the Feast day of Pope St Pius X. We pray for the Society of St Pius X on this day, especially.

From the blog @TorontoCatholic Witness

Written by Barona

Pope Pius X rose about four, shaved and dressed without a valet. Then he went to his private chapel, meditated and read Prime from an immense breviary which was his most treasured possession. He said Mass, served by one of his chaplains, and himself gave Communion to those invited to assist; then he heard a second Mass. A cup of black coffee awaited him in his study. A sort walk in the garden. Back to his study and his correspondence and a few private audiences. A simple dinner at one, usually in the company of several members of his household.

Pius X broke the tradition which prescribed that the Pope eat alone. When he invited someone to dine with him he saw consternation on several faces. When he asked the reason, he was told that it had been the custom of the popes to dine alone.

“Since when has it been the custom?”, he asked.

‘Since Urban VIII set the rule”, was the answer.

“If Urban VIII had the right to make such a rule,” he said serenely, “then Pius X has an equal right to abolish it”.

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Only #Christ Can Save Those in #Antifa & #AltRight

21 August 2017

 

Alt-Left and Alt-Right refuse to imitate Christ

posted by Barona at @TorontoCatholic Witness Blog

Church Militant reports on a series of attacks on Catholic churches in once Christian nations. This is to be expected. This morning I reviewed a video by Ezra Levant following the seeming implosion of his so-called “Rebel Media”. What was infinitely more interesting was the combox. It was strewn with profanity, blasphemy, hatred – from both “alt-right” and “alt-left”.

Never any mention of Our Lord Jesus Christ or His Church. These people are neo-pagan. Even those who profess Christianity, speak and act no differently than the neo-pagan. Catholics need to come to grips with the depth of liberalism and neo-paganism that surrounds them; the very air we breath is liberal and neo-pagan.

For some, it may not seem much, it may seem nearly trivial – but that only reveals the degree of their neo-paganism. That is the use of vulgarity, profanity, filth. Vulgar words reflect a vulgar and uncivilized mind. That was one of the things that struck me on the so-called “combox”. These people are brutalized.

Firstly, you sexualize, then you brutalize. The violent, brutal, hate-filled youth of “left” and “right” are unthinkable prior to mass sex-education. Obscenity, vulgarity – even amongst so-called “traditional’ and “conservative” – dare I use the word? – “Catholics” – has become the norm. [Editor’s emphasis]

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Acclaimed #Atheist Poet Becomes #Catholic: ‘My Tears Just Stopped’

20 August 2017

By Mark Judge
Published at CNSnews.com

“If you’re there, you have to help me.”

Those are the words that poet Sally Read said to an icon of Jesus in 2010. Read, a British poet and atheist, had stopped into a church in Santa Marinella, Italy. She felt burdened. Her young daughter was having health issues. Her husband Fabio was enduring some stress at work.

“There was this incredible experience where this presence almost came down, and my tears just stopped, just dried,” Read tells CNSNews.com. “I felt almost physically carried up. It was as if someone walked into the room. I knew this person. I knew that I was a Christian.”

Up to that point Read, now 46, had been an atheist. “Night’s Bright Darkness: A Modern Conversion Story.” “At ten I could tell you that religion was the opiate of the masses; it was [driven] into me to never kneel before anyone or anything…As a young woman I could quote Christopher Hitchens and enough of the Bible to scoff at.”

Read was born in 1971 and raised in Suffolk, England. As a young woman she worked as a nurse in a psychiatric hospital and became a critically acclaimed poet, winning the Eric Gregory Award in 2001. A few years later Read married an Italian man, Fabio, and the couple, along with new daughter Florenzia, moved to Santa Marinella, a town 30 miles from Rome.

In her 30s and raising her daughter, Read began working on a book on women’s health and sexuality. Wanting to interview a wide swath of women for the book, Read contacted orthodox Catholic women. When the women declined to be interviewed, largely due to the graphic nature of Read’s subject matter, Read approached a Byzantine-Catholic priest, Fr. Gregory Hrynkiw, for advice. Fr. Gregory and Read became friends, with the priest answering questions the author had about faith.

It was around this time that Read found something fresh in one of her favorite books, “I Capture the Castle.” “The book was written for children, and I read it almost every year,” Read says. “I read the book for comfort. There’s one scene where the protagonist Cassandra, whom I’ve always identified with, has this conversation with this vicar. I never noticed what he said to her – it was about art as being the ultimate attempt at communion with God. It really hit me. It just broke through.”

She adds, “In retrospect, I think that God works through things very specifically. It’s no coincidence that that book grew with me.”

Then, in 2010, Read had the experience in the church where she felt the presence Christ. She became more interested in the Catholic Church.

“I was passionately in love with Christ, and I knew that I was a Christian. It was a question of ‘What does God what me to do with that?’ I read the Gospels, and I read St. John of the Cross.” Reading Thomas Aquinas, Read says she saw “the logic behind the love.”

She adds, “Running alongside the reading I just felt this presence in Catholic churches. I just knew the best way to get close to Christ was though communion.”

In December 2012, Read was received into the Catholic Church at the Vatican.

The poet is now working on a novel. She says her new life has made her a better artist. “As a poet from a mostly secular culture, I have come to know the Church as the ultimate poem,” she says. “An intricate composition of allegory and reality, that tries to give image to God’s presence on earth.”

St John Eudes: A Saint for our time …

19 August 2017

On the feast day of St John Eudes.

Salutation to the Glory of Mary By St. John Eudes

This salutation was found in a book belonging to St. Margaret Mary after her death, and was promoted faithfully by Fr. Paul of Mall, O.S.B., Belgian Priest [1824-1896]

Hail Mary!  Daughter of God the Father, Hail Mary!  Mother of God the Son, Hail Mary!  Spouse of God the Holy Ghost, Hail Mary!  Temple of the Most Blessed Trinity, Hail Mary!  Celestial Rose of the ineffable love of God. Hail Mary!  Virgin pure and humble, of whom the King of Heaven willed to be born and with thy milk to be nourished. Hail Mary!  Virgin of virgins, Hail Mary!  Queen of Martyrs, whose soul a sword transfixed, Hail Mary!  Lady most Blessed! unto whom all power in Heaven and earth is given, Hail Mary!  my Queen and my Mother!  my Life, my Sweetness, and my Hope, Hail Mary!  Mother most Amiable, Hail Mary!  Mother most Admirable, Hail Mary!  Mother of Divine Love, Hail Mary!  IMMACULATE; Conceived without sin! Hail Mary!  Full of Grace!  the Lord is with thee! Blessed art thou among women! And blessed is the Fruit of thy womb, JESUS!
Blessed by thy Spouse, St. Joseph, Blessed by thy Father, St. Joachim, Blessed by thy Mother, St. Anne, Blessed by thy Guardian, St. John, Blessed by thy Holy Angel, St. Gabriel, Glory be to God the Father, who chose thee, Glory be to God the Son, who loved thee, Glory be to God the Holy Ghost, who espoused thee, Glorious Virgin Mary, may all men love and praise thee, Holy Mary, Mother of God! pray for us and bless us, now and at death in the Name of JESUS, thy Divine Son!

More on the life of St John Eudes click HERE.

Happy Feast Day Carmelites! St Teresa Benedicta of the Cross, Carmelite Martyr at Auschwitz

9 August 2017

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st Edith SteinEdith Stein, saintly Carmelite, profound philosopher and brilliant writer, had a great influence on the women of her time, and is having a growing influence in the intellectual and philosophical circles of today’s Germany and of the whole world. She is an inspiration to all Christians whose heritage is the Cross, and her life was offered for her own Jewish people in their sufferings and persecutions.

Born on October 12, 1891, of Jewish parents, Siegried Stein and Auguste Courant, in Breslau, Germany, Edith Stein from her earliest years showed a great aptitude for learning, and by the time of the outbreak of World War I, she had studied philology and philosophy at the universities of Breslau and Goettingen.

After the war, she resumed her higher studies at the University of Freiburg and was awarded her doctorate in philosophy Suma Cum Laude. She later became the assistant and collaborator of Professor Husserl, the famous founder of phenomenology, who greatly appreciated her brilliant mind.

In the midst of all her studies, Edith Stein was searching not only for the truth, but for Truth itself and she found both in the Catholic Church, after reading the autobiography of Saint Teresa of Avila. She was baptized on New Year’s Day, 1922.

After her conversion, Edith spent her days teaching, lecturing, writing and translating, and she soon became known as a celebrated philosopher and author, but her own great longing was for the solitude and contemplation of Carmel, in which she could offer herself to God for her people. It was not until the Nazi persecution of the Jews brought her public activities and her influence in the Catholic world to a sudden close that her Benedictine spiritual director gave his approval to her entering the Discalced Carmelie Nuns’ cloistered community at Cologne-Lindenthal on 14 October 1933. The following April, Edith received the Habit of Carmel and the religious name of “Teresia Benedicta ac Cruce,” and on Easter Sunday, 21 April 1935, she made her Profession of Vows.

When the Jewish persecution increased in violence and fanaticism, Sister Teresa Benedicta soon realized the danger that her presence was to the Cologne Carmel, and she asked and received permission to transfer to a foreign monastery. On the night of 31 December 1938, she secretly crossed the border into Holland where she was warmly received in the Carmel of Echt. There she wrote her last work, The Science of the Cross.

Her own Cross was just ahead of her, for the Nazis had invaded neutral Holland, and when the Dutch bishops issued a pastoral letter protesting the deportation of the Jews and the expulsion of Jewish children from the Catholic school system, the Nazis arrested all Catholics of Jewish extraction in Holland. Edith was taken from the Echt Carmel on 2 August 1942, and transported by cattle train to the death camp of Auschwitz, the conditions in the box cars being so inhuman that many died or went insane on the four day trip. She died in the gas chambers at Auschwitz on 9 August 1942.

st edith stein2We no longer seek her on earth, but with God Who accepted her sacrifice and will give its fruit to the people for whom she prayed, suffered, and died. In her own words: “Once can only learn the science of the Cross by feeling the Cross in one’s own person.” We can say that in the fullest sense of the word, Sister Teresa was “Benedicta a Cruce” — blessed by the Cross.

Pope John Paul II beatified Sister Teresa Benedicta of the Cross on 1 May 1987, and canonized her on 11 October 1998.

edithstein1Novena Of The Holy Spirit
by St. Benedicta of the Cross (Edith Stein)

Who are you, sweet light, that fills me
And illumines the darkness of my heart?
You lead me like a mother’s hand,
And should you let go of me,
I would not know how to take another step.
You are the space
That embraces my being and buries it in yourself.
Away from you it sinks into the abyss
Of nothingness, from which you raised it to the light.
You, nearer to me than I to myself
And more interior than my most interior
And still impalpable and intangible
And beyond any name:
Holy Spirit eternal love!

Are you not the sweet manna
That from the Son’s heart
Overflows into my heart,
The food of angels and the blessed?
He who raised himself from death to life,
He has also awakened me to new life
From the sleep of death.
And he gives me new life from day to day,
And at some time his fullness is to stream through me,
Life of your life indeed, you yourself:
Holy Spirit eternal life!

Are you the ray
That flashes down from the eternal Judge’s throne
And breaks into the night of the soul
That had never known itself?
Mercifully relentlessly
It penetrates hidden folds.
Alarmed at seeing itself,
The self makes space for holy fear,
The beginning of that wisdom
That comes from on high
And anchors us firmly in the heights,
Your action,
That creates us anew:
Holy Spirit ray that penetrates everything!

Are you the spirit’s fullness and the power
By which the Lamb releases the seal
Of God’s eternal decree?
Driven by you
The messengers of judgment ride through the world
And separate with a sharp sword
The kingdom of light from the kingdom of night.
Then heaven becomes new and new the earth,
And all finds its proper place
Through your breath:
Holy Spirit victorious power!

Are you the master who builds the eternal cathedral,
Which towers from the earth through the heavens?
Animated by you, the columns are raised high
And stand immovably firm.
Marked with the eternal name of God,
They stretch up to the light,
Bearing the dome,
Which crowns the holy cathedral,
Your work that encircles the world:
Holy Spirit God’s molding hand!

Are you the one who created the unclouded mirror
Next to the Almighty’s throne,
Like a crystal sea,
In which Divinity lovingly looks at itself?
You bend over the fairest work of your creation,
And radiantly your own gaze
Is illumined in return.
And of all creatures the pure beauty
Is joined in one in the dear form
Of the Virgin, your immaculate bride:
Holy Spirit Creator of all!

Are you the sweet song of love
And of holy awe
That eternally resounds around the triune throne,
That weds in itself the clear chimes of each and every being?
The harmony,
That joins together the members to the Head,
In which each one
Finds the mysterious meaning of his being blessed
And joyously surges forth,
Freely dissolved in your surging:
Holy Spirit eternal jubilation!

 

St. Teresia Benedicta of the Cross is Patroness of Europe; loss of parents; converted Jews; martyrs; World Youth Day 

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