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Monday, May 29, 2006

A Great Loss


Please keep in your prayers Fr. Todd as well as his family and friends. Fr. Todd who was a newly ordained priest and a fellow blogger died May 24th in a boating accident. His funeral is May 3oth. See his site for more information
This will be a great loss for many

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  • Saturday, May 27, 2006


    Prayer Request for two very special men in my life who
    are suffering from respiratory disorders. This time of the year with Allergies and Asthma has caused some discomfort for them. Please keep your prayers with mine for them to combat their illness that keeps them from the proper rest they need

    St Bernadine of Siena whose feast day is also an extremely special day for me is the Patron Saint of Respiratory Problems

    Below is some information I received from Catholic Online on this very special saint

    St. Bernardine of Siena

    Feastday: May 20

    In the year 1400, a young man came to the door of the largest hospital in Siena. A plague was raging through the city so horrible that as many as twenty people died each day just in the hospital alone. And many of the people who died were those who were needed to tend the ill. It was a desperate situation -- more and more people were falling ill and fewer and fewer people were there to help them.
    The twenty-year-old man who stood there had not come because he was ill but because he wanted to help. And he brought not new patients but young men like himself willing to tend the dying. For four months Bernardine and his companions worked day and night not only to comfort the patients but to organize and clean the hospital. Only at the end of the plague did Bernardine himself fall ill -- of exhaustion.
    But that was Bernardine's way -- whatever he did, he put his whole self into it. Immediately after he recovered he was back caring for the sick -- but this time, he was responsible not for a whole hospital but one person -- an invalid aunt. Yet for fourteen months she got his full attention. Throughout his life, he put as much energy into caring for one person as for hundreds, as much commitment into converting one citizen as to preaching to a whole city.
    After his aunt died, Bernardine started to think about where his life should be going. The son of a noble family, he had been orphaned at seven and raised by an aunt. We are told as a young person that he hated indecent talk so much that he would blush when he heard it. Even his schoolmates hesitated to make him so uncomfortable but apparently one adult citizen thought it would be a great joke to needle Bernardine. In a public marketplace he stopped Bernardine and started to talk to him in a shameful way. But if he had thought to get away with his cruel trick, he was surprised when Bernardine slapped him in the face. The man slunk away, shamed in front of the very crowd he'd been trying to impress.
    Bernardine, who had come to Siena to study, threw himself into prayer and fasting to discover what God wanted him to do. One might have expected him to continue his work with the sick but in 1403 he joined the Franciscans and in 1404 he was ordained a priest.
    The Franciscans were known as missionary preachers, but Bernardine did very little preaching with because of a voice that was weak and hoarse. For twelve years he remained in the background, his energies going to prayer or to his own spiritual conversion and preparation.
    At the end of that time, he went to Milan on a mission. When he got up to preach his voice was strong and commanding and his words so convincing that the crowd would not let him leave unless he promised to come back.
    Thus began the missionary life of the one whom Pope Pius II called a second Paul. As usual, Bernardine through his whole self, body and soul, into his new career. He crisscrossed Italy on foot, preaching for hours at a time, several times a day. We are told he preached on punishment for sin as well as reward for virtue but focusing in the end on the mercy of Jesus and the love of Mary. His special devotion was to the Holy Name of Jesus.
    Some who were jealous denounced him to the pope by saying he preached superstition. Silenced for a short while, Bernardine was soon cleared and back to preaching.
    Bernardine refused several cities that wanted him as bishop but he was unable to avoid being named vicar general of his order. All his energy during that period went to renewing the original spirit of the order.
    Soon, however, Bernardine heard the call to go back to preaching which consumed his last days. As a matter of fact, even when it was clear he was dying, he preached fifty consecutive days. He died in 1444 when he was almost 64 years old

    Prayer:
    Saint Bernardine of Siena, words were very important to you. You spent most of your life speaking the golden words of Jesus' mercy and his Holy Name. And you abhorred words that were shameful. Pray for us that we may always choose to speak Jesus' name with reverence and choose words of love over words of shame. Amen

    Sunday, May 14, 2006

    Mothers Day...


    Happy Mother's Day to the Most Blessed of Mothers,The Virgin Mary

    Thank You for the gift of your Most Divine son, Our Lord. May we not neglect to thank her for her fiat. May we look to her as our role model and the role model for our daughters. Let us never to forget to ask for intercession and to perfect our prayers to Jesus. Remember to always consecrate ourselves to her Immaculate Heart. She is to all of us, Our Mother. Turn to her in your time of need. Turn to her in your time of joy. And most of all, Turn to her in Thanksgiving.

    Please pray for the mothers who are contemplating abortion

    Pray for those who do not have their mothers with them anymore.

    Pray for those Mothers in Purgatory that the Divine and Merciful Savior rescue them from their pains and sufferings

    Someone passed this along to me and I thought that this covers every real life story I can think of in Motherhood
    Source Unknown

    This is for the mothers who have sat up all night with sick toddlers in their arms, wiping up barf laced with Oscar Mayer wieners and cherry Kool-Aid saying, "It's okay honey, Mommy's here." Who have sat in rocking chairs for hours on end soothing crying babies who can't be comforted. This is for all the mothers who show up at work with spit-up in their hair and milk stains on their blouses and diapers in their purse. For all the mothers who run carpools and make cookies and sew Halloween costumes. And all the mothers who DON'T. This is for the mothers who gave birth to babies they'll never see. And the mothers who took those babies and gave them homes. This is for the mothers whose priceless art collections are hanging on their refrigerator doors. And for all the mothers who froze their buns on metal bleachers at football or soccer games instead of watching from the warmth of their cars, so that when their kids asked, "Did you see me, Mom?" they could say, "Of course, I wouldn't have missed it for the world," and mean it.
    This is for all the mothers who yell at their kids in the grocery store and swat them in despair when they stomp their feet and scream for ice cream before dinner. And for all the mothers who count to ten instead, but realize how child abuse happens. This is for all the mothers who sat down with their children and explained all about making babies. And for all the (grand) mothers who wanted to, but just couldn't find the words. This is for all the mothers who go hungry, so their children can eat. For all the mothers who read "Goodnight, Moon" twice a night for a year. And then read it again. "Just one more time." This is for all the mothers who taught their children to tie their shoelaces before they started school, and for all the mothers who opted for Velcro instead. This is for all the mothers who teach their sons to cook and their daughters to sink a jump shot. This is for every mother whose head turns automatically when a little voice calls "Mom?" in a crowd, even though they know their own offspring are at home -- or even away at college. This is for all the mothers who sent their kids to school with stomach aches assuring them they'd be just FINE once they got there, only to get calls from the school nurse an hour later asking them to please pick them up. Right away. This is for mothers whose children have gone astray, who can't find the words to reach them. This is for all the step-mothers who raised another woman's child or children, and gave their time, attention, and love... sometimes totally unappreciated! For all the mothers who bite their lips until they bleed when their
    14-year-olds dye their hair green. For all the mothers of the victims of recent school shootings, and the mothers of those who did the shooting. For the mothers of the survivors, and the mothers who sat in front of their TVs in horror, hugging their child who just came home from school, safely. This is for all the mothers who taught their children to be peaceful, and now pray they come home safely from a war. What makes a good Mother anyway? Is it patience? Compassion? Broad hips? The ability to nurse a baby, cook dinner, and sew a button on a shirt, all at the same time? Or is it in her heart? Is it the ache you feel when you watch your son or daughter disappear down the street, walking to school alone for the very first time? The jolt that takes you from sleep to dread, from bed to crib at 2 A.M. to put your hand on the back of a sleeping baby? The panic, years later, that comes again at 2 A.M. when you just want to hear their key in the door and know they are safe again in your home? Orthe need to flee from wherever you are and hug your child when you hear news of a fire, a car accident, a child dying? The emotions of motherhood are universal and so our thoughts are for young mothers tumbling through diaper changes and sleep deprivation... And mature others learning to let go. For working mothers and stay-at-home mothers. Single mothers and married mothers. Mothers with money, mothers without. This is for you all. For all of us. Hang in there. In the end we can only do the best we can. Tell them every day that we love them. And pray. Because Motherhood is not perfect
    "Home is what catches you when you fall - and we all fall."

    HI MOM!!!!! HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY. AREN'T YOU GLAD YOU HAD ME!!! I LOVE YOU AND THANKS........YOUR INSPIRED DAUGHTER,GINNY

    Anna's First Mother's Day






    February 14th I posted an article about a Mom who did not go through with an abortion. I have kept in touch with Anna and I heard back from her today. She is celebrating her First Mothers Day and I am happy to say that she is very much enjoying her precious little gift. I am so proud of you Anna. Isabel (Bella as Mom calls her) is so very beautiful. I can't wait to watch her grow. God Bless both of you today and every day.

    Thursday, May 11, 2006

    Now This Is More Like It




    Just wanted to make sure everyone knew the score from the game last night!!! Well, just in case you didn't hear or anything.... This is a Traditional Web Site after all and the Tradition Prevails!!!
    YES !!
    Yankees 7 Red Sox 3

    Wednesday, May 10, 2006

    Whaaaaaaa !






    Once again I have to post that sad little smiley face


    THEY GOT KILLED.....This is not funny!!!


    This was very pathetic


    Red Sox 14 Yankees 3

    Sunday, May 07, 2006

    The Power of The Holy Ghost


    Originally the post I was going to use for today, got redirected. My thoughts seemed to have been INSPIRED by the Holy Ghost. It is just amazing how the Spirit guides us and shows us our pains, joys and sufferings, and how they relate to where we have become in our lives. Regardless of what is going on in each of our individual lives, it is all leading us HOME. If we look back on all our past experiences both good and bad, recognizing God's grace, we can see these events to be very significant. Most of us have learned and have grown by these and have continued to grow and benefit from the love and Divine Mercy of the Lord. We are always being molded and shaped and no matter how we fit in the Potter's hands we will eventually take the form of something beautiful in His eyes. We need to accept where The Holy Spirit is guiding us. Whatever we face is all for the closer unity to His heart and share in His love and kingdom. These events may be the most painful of crosses, or the most indescribable of joys. One of the greatest gifts we can receive from the Holy Ghost, is to be able to have the knowledge and understanding, that wherever the road may lead us that we should accept graciously the path on which we follow. Letting go and giving yourself totally to Him will allow you to attain all the fortitude you will need in repelling the taunts of the Satan. Let us not forget as Pentecost approaches to pray for The Holy Ghost to continue to direct us and allow for Him to use us for His greater glory

    Tuesday, May 02, 2006

    No Comment


    No Comment!!!
    This is not how
    " TRADITION " is supposed to Go!!! Come on Boy's!!!

    Red Sox 7 Yankees 3

    Monday, May 01, 2006

    The Most Beautiful Mother



    I can hardly believe it is May already. The trees and flowers are all blooming. It is such a beautiful and peaceful time of year. No wonder it is the Month of May, that we crown the Most Beautiful of women, Our Blessed Mother. She flowers and blooms so much more than anything we could physically look at in the Spring. She is the Most lovely of all. Among this being the month dedicated to her, it is also that we are still rejoicing in her Son's resurrection as well. How much better can it be. Two beautiful hearts blooming at the same time. I find so much happiness in this month. Open your hearts and minds to Our Mother she will fill you with fragrance that will bring you a joy, that can come only from her Divine Son.
    There are some beautiful hymns in her honor to listen to and I love the old ones from when I was a child, like Immaculate Mary, Sing of Mary etc. I enjoy listening to them while I am cleaning up and airing out the house in May. I also like to say the rosary more frequently and devote time to prayers and special devotions to her. I like to crown my statue of her and buy a single rose and keep it there beside her.
    So as you are wandering out and about and you smell the fragrances of the beautiful trees and flowers and the fresh grass, remember Our Lady and find your peace in her Immaculate Heart this month.

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