Missionary Workers, Tuesday’s Prayer for Sisters and Nuns

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We pray to you Our Lord for all missionary Sisters and Nuns as they work to build communities of faith in many lands, especially in the African nations, that they may share the courage of the Ugandan martyrs–St. Charles Lwanga and companions (June 3 feastday). Give strength and courage to our Sisters and Nuns to preach the Gospel in steadfast fidelity to the commitment they had made in their vows. Protect them from harm and preserve their souls. We ask this in Jesus’ name. Amen.

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Protection through Chaos, Thursday’s Prayer for Priests

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St. Michael the Archangel, defend and protect our Priests and monks in this time of great danger to our Church. As they are persecuted for their faith keep anger and hatred from damaging their souls. Help them to be a candle in this chaotic night of oppression that they may draw to themselves other Christians who have lost peace within the Church.

Keep the hands of our priests strong and steady as they consecrate the precious body and blood of our Lord, and guard their souls should they face martyrdom. Let their blood, and that of all those murdered for the love of Christ, strengthen the resolve of all who remain.

Beloved St. Michael keep our holy men safe in this darkening world, and for those martyred in the name of Jesus, guide them quickly home into His loving embrace.

Amen.

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A Tomato-red Day

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It’s a holiday and I decided to take a break. Here is a post from July of 2013, a memory of my grandmother:

My grandmother passed away over a decade ago, but she gave me a bit of a nudge last Friday.

I’d been doing small bursts of gardening over ten days and over did it. The doctor said ice, meds, and bed rest…I ended up being flat-out for four days.

I felt perkier by Friday. Mid-morning I moseyed out the back door to look at my single ‘Champion’ tomato plant. I laugh at myself and my one good plant…I fuss so over it! When I had grown dozens of tomatoes I would plant them deep, stab the earth with supports, spread newspaper and straw, and periodically remember to tie the vines—watering was optional.

That morning, to my surprise, at the base of the plant was a single fully ripe perfectly formed 10 oz. glowing-red tomato. Without forethought I exclaimed, “Well now, Grandma, will you look at that!” Goose-bumps tickled my arms at the thought of her and I smiled at the memories of her company. She had loved tomatoes, and she too usually grew only one or two plants. Many a summer dinner we shared was nothing more than a plate of sliced tomatoes—with a side of three-bean salad for protein.

Plucking the tomato, I realized I had no one with whom to share my gift…at least not around the table. I got my camera and posted the image. Several others on-line savored the joy.

My back had not healed enough to allow much time at the computer. I needed a walk, and not on hot country roads, so headed for a local shopping center. I required a few personal items for a conference next month, and the Fourth-of-July sales were in full swing. With list in hand, and budget in mind, I set out at a clip through the air-conditioned mall. Shopping didn’t take long and I headed back to the car through JC Penny, past the jewelry counter…usually a safe route for me to take. Not this time.

Hanging from the top hook of a wire clearance stand was the gaudiest red floral necklace I had ever seen. My grandmother would have loved it! I must have said something out loud because the woman at the side counter suddenly looked up at me. Giving her a quick embarrassed glance I moved in closer to the stand.

Memories flowed as I lifted the red and coral 1930’s style necklace off the hook. I could almost hear my grandmother’s voice and her delight. It looked like the jewelry I would play dress-up with when I was a child. The shiny molded plastic roses were the color of the ‘Tropicana’ rose that grew in a protected corner of her yard. I smiled and felt as if she, for the second time that day, was near.

I’m not an impulsive shopper, my budget matters. I would never wear that necklace anywhere, ever. Logic aside, I bought it anyway, it made me smile; it helped me recall a deep memory of love, one that went beyond her or me.

In Pope Francis’ encyclical, Lumen Fidei, he writes about truth and deep memory, how it “…deals with something prior to ourselves…” and that “prior” is love and the truth of being loved by God—and grandmothers.

That gaudy tomato-red necklace hanging from the dressing-table mirror brings delight to my little-girl heart, and brings to my day an unforgettable love that existed even before I was aware that it could.

(Image by Margaret Rose Realy, Obl. OSB. All rights reserved.)

 

Wholeheartedly, Tuesday’s Prayer for Sisters and Nuns

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Lord Jesus, in your wisdom and limitless love you you have planted the seed of service in all of us.We pray at this time you will kindle in the hearts of women the desire to follow you into a consecrated religious life. In the quiet of their discerning give them assurance in answering yes, the peace in their decision.

Give to them whom you call grace to accept their vocation readily and thankfully, to make the wholehearted surrender which you ask of them, and for love of you, to persevere throughout their lives to their eternal life with you.

For their lives surrendered to you for the good of all your church, we pray in petition and in gratitude.

Amen

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In the Course of Priestly Life, Thursday’s Prayer for Priests

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O Jesus, our great High Priest,

Hear my humble prayers on behalf of your priest, Father give him a deep faith, a bright and firm hope and a burning love which will ever increase in the course of his priestly life.

In his loneliness, comfort him. In his sorrows, strengthen him. In his frustrations, point out to him that it is through suffering that the soul is purified, and show him that he is needed by the Church, he is needed by souls, he is needed for the work of redemption.

O loving Mother Mary, Mother of Priests, take to your heart your son who is close to you because of his priestly ordination, and because of the power which he has received to carry on the work of Christ in a world which needs him so much.

Be his comfort, be his joy, be his strength, and especially help him to live and to defend the ideals of consecrated celibacy.

Amen.

Prayer from Catholic Ireland.

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