Most Merciful Jesus, Goodness Itself

“Write, my daughter, that I am Mercy itself for the contrite soul. A soul’s greatest wretchedness does not enkindle Me with wrath; but rather, My Heart is moved towards it with great mercy.”

“My daughter, write down these words: All those souls who will glorify My mercy and spread its worship, encouraging others to trust in My mercy, will not experience terror at the hour of death. My mercy will shield them in that final battle… My daughter, encourage souls to say the chaplet which I have given to you. It pleases Me to grant everything they ask of Me by saying the chaplet. When hardened sinners say it, I will fill their souls with peace, and the hour of their death will be a happy one.”

“As I write these words, I hear the cry of Satan: “She’s writing everything, she’s writing everything, and because of this we are losing so much! Do not write about the goodness of God; He is just!” And howling with fury, he vanished.”

(Divine Mercy in my soul, Diary of the Servant of God, Sister Faustina Kowalska)

Jesus, Goodness Itself! I have no doubts anymore! You have expelled them! I trust in You Jesus! In Your Most Merciful Heart!

JESUS, KING OF MERCY, I TRUST IN YOU!

Using the name of JESUS in vain.

There is this large group of different “religious” movements growing here in the Philippines (and has apparently flourished in other parts of the world) which uses the Name of Jesus Christ. And yet, when you look at their religion- its interiors, first of all, what is it all about? 

USING THE NAME OF JESUS IN VAIN.

It is changing- “restructuring” the REAL ESSENCE of Christianity. Reformatting the boundless depth and height of the religion Jesus Christ established to fit the modern man. 

Oh no, mortifications are not needed. We’re saved by grace already. Jesus undertook for Himself all that should be undertaken by us. 

Did not Jesus say, “UNLESS THIS GRAIN OF WHEAT FALLS INTO THE GROUND AND DIES, IT REMAINS ALONE, BUT IF IT DIES, IT BEARS MUCH FRUIT.”

Then He said,

It is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle than for a rich man to enter the kingdom of God. (Mark 10:25)

And what is it that separates a PROTESTANT (They may say they are “born- again” or “Christians” after being dipped in the pool, but they are PROTESTANTS- they shoud know that they protested against the TEACHINGS OF JESUS CHRIST.) from a REAL CHRISTIAN?

 He did not say, “Make sure to read the Book (Bible)!” Because there was NO BIBLE THEN! The Bible was written by the apostles! And even then, not all can be written! “Jesus also did many other things. If they were all written down, I suppose the whole world could not contain the books that would be written.” -John 21:25

What separates a FALSE Christian from a REAL follower of Christ then is that, the TRUE Christian follows Christ. How? By renouncing everything. By letting our Heavenly Father’s will be done to us rather than our own will.

Do not go bashing our priests then, FALSE followers of Christ! Renounce everything first, then we shall see if you do not realize your own stupidity.

BUT, I am not finished.

A true follower of Christ has the Love Christ has for His Blessed Mother, Mary, the Theotokos, the Mother of God. 

Ah, Mama Mary, gladly and lovingly will I prostrate myself at thy feet in front of all these people and say that it is YOU who saved me from the clutches of Satan! YOU! For so much that I attribute all to You, so much the more will You attribute EVERYTHING to JESUS.

Oh Mystical City of God, House of Gold, Ark of the Covenant, Gate of Heaven, Morning Star!

Who will be bewildered by this statement rather than be inflamed with the Holy Spirit for love of you, Dearest, Purest Mother?

By honoring you, would I be dishonoring Jesus? Are you Jesus’ rival? Are you not the one who first followed and first died to yourself, the one who first conformed your will- your everything- to the will of God? Was it not you, who said, “Behold the hand maid of the Lord, be it done to me according to Thy word.”?

How would someone who loved God- who loved Jesus- this much lead someone away from Him?

We are a wretched people, we love out of NEED. And yet by GRACE, by UNIQUE GRACE bestowed ONLY on the Blessed Virgin Mary, she loved as much as God was willing to be loved by any other human being.

Was it not in your womb that God made flesh desired to be hidden, to be imprisoned for 9 months? Oh Help of Christians, help your children that you may be glorified in us and Jesus may be glorified in You!

Hail Holy Queen, Mother of Mercy! Hail, our life, our sweetness and our hope! To thee do we cry poor banished children of Eve, to you do we send up our sighs, mournings and weeping in this valley of tears. Turn then, O Most gracious advocate, thine eyes of mercy toward us, that after this, our exile, show unto us the Blessed Fruit of Thy Womb, Jesus!

O Clement, O Loving, O Sweet Virgin Mary! Pray for us O holy Mother of God, that we be made worthy of the promises of Christ!

The more the world converts to secularism, the more does the Church need to cry out "Mercy!"

The more the human conscience succumbs to secularization, loses its sense of the very meaning of the word “mercy,” moves away from God and distances itself from the mystery of mercy, the more the Church has the right and the duty to appeal to the God of mercy “with loud cries.” (Mt 15,23) These “loud cries” should be the mark of the Church of our times…

Modern man often anxiously wonders about the solution to the terrible tensions which have built up in the world and which entangle humanity. And if at times he lacks the courage to utter the word “mercy,” or if in his conscience empty of religious content he does not find the equivalent, so much greater is the need for the Church to utter his word, not only in her own name but also in the name of all the men and women of our time. She must utter an ardent prayer, a cry that implores mercy according to the needs of man in the modern world.

May this cry be full of that truth about mercy which has found such rich expression in Sacred Scripture and in Tradition, as also in the authentic life of faith of countless generations of the People of God. With this cry let us, like the sacred writers, call upon the God who cannot despise anything that He has made, the God who is faithful to Himself, to His fatherhood and His love.

*Encyclical - Dives in misericordia , ch. 8, §15 -Pope John Paul II

© Libreria Editrice Vaticana 

ABORTION BLACKOUT | End abortion by 2020

At eight o’clock I was seized with such violent pains that I had to go to bed at once. I was convulsed with pain for three hours….. No medicine had any effect on me, and whatever I swallowed I threw up. At times, the pain caused me to lose consciousness. Jesus had me realise that in this way I took part in His Agony in the Garden, and that He himself allowed these sufferings in order to offer reparation to God for the souls murdered in the wombs of [their] mothers (Divine Mercy in My Soul, Diary of St. Faustina Kowalska; 1276)

Sign the pledge

1. Pledge to Wear Black on Fridays. Join others and pledge to wear black on Fridays to mourn the lives lost to abortion. This is a very simple way for you to get involved immediately and show others what you believe.
2. Educate. Begin a dialogue with friends and tell them what you believe and why. Use the resources on this site to help educate them. Discuss with your children and teens the truth of what abortion is and how to prevent falling into situations where they would be confronted with having to make those tough choices, and what to do if someone they know is considering having an abortion.
3. Donate $1 a week to make a difference.This is an easy way to make a direct impact in the life of a pregnant mother and her unborn child. Giving just one dollar for every Friday you wear black, will help us spread this cause and help support Pregnancy Resource Centers across the United States. These centers give women real choices that do not include abortion. They help pregnant women by giving them free sonograms, providing them diapers, formula and cribs, etc. They also help women through the adoption process if they choose, and provide them housing if their families have abandoned them.

Sign the pledge, get involved, spread the word.

Ladder to Heaven

If there is a prayer that would surely lead us to Heaven, it is the Most Holy Rosary of the Blessed Virgin Mary. 

This is HELP at its BEST- because Our Beloved Mother Mary, herself, comes to our aid in whatever situation we may be and will lead us, surely, to her Son, Our Lord, Jesus Christ.

So let us pray to Mary, the Mother of God, like a child running to her mother for help, for refuge, for aid, for guidance when we are in despair; that we may say with Mama Mary and the countless saints who loved her; 

“BEHOLD I AM YOUR SERVANT, O LORD, BE IT DONE TO ME ACCORDING TO YOUR WORD.”

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From Satanic Priest to Knight of Mary

Blessed Bartolo Longo: Modern Rosary Saint

SINNER. SATANIST. SOCIAL worker. Saint. A strange progression taken by Blessed Bartolo Longo. On February 11, 1841, a sweet tempered physician’s wife of Latiano, Italy, gave birth to a son whom she named Bartolo. Devoted to Our Lord and His Mother, she taught all her children to pray the Rosary daily and to visit and care for the poor, while Dr. Longo instilled in them a love of music and beauty. Bartolo would later describe himself as “a lively and impertinent imp, sometimes rather a rascal.” The priests who educated him found Bartolo to be highly intelligent, cordial, and accommodating although prone to a fiery temper.

When Bartolo was ten, his mother died. Slowly Bartolo began to drift away from his faith. Eventually he studied law from a private tutor, then attended the University of Naples to complete his education. It wasn’t the same University of Naples where St. Thomas Aquinas taught, but a dangerous place for Bartolo’s young mind. Searching for meaning in life, Bartolo became emneshed in the political movements and spiritism so popular with college students at that time in Italy. Deeply involved with a satanic sect, Bartolo aspired to the satanic priesthood, so he entered upon a long preparation of studies, fastings, and mortifications. On the night of his ordination by a satanic bishop, the walls of the “church” shook with thunder while blasphemous, disembodied shrieks knifed the air. Bartolo fainted with fright and for a while afterwards was deeply tormented and physically ill. Despite this depression and nervousness, he exercised his satanic priesthood by preaching, officiating at satanic rites, and publicly ridiculing Catholicism and everyone and everything connected with it.

During these bleak years, the Longo family was besieging heaven for their wayward member. One day Bartolo seemed to hear the voice of his dead father begging him to return to God. Troubled, he paid a visit to one of his friends from Latiano, Professor Vincenzo Pepe, who was living and teaching near Naples. Shocked by Bartolo’s appearance, Pepe exclaimed, “Do you want to die in an insane asylum and be damned forever?” When Bartolo admitted his mental confusion, Pepe took him under his wing. He introduced the troubled young man to many holy people who gave him support and counsel. One of these was a well-educated Dominican priest, Alberto Radente, who gave Bartolo a detailed course in the Catholic faith which included the writings of St. Thomas Aquinas. After much study, prayer, and a lengthy confession, Bartolo was again admitted to the sacraments. On the feast of the Annunciation, March 25, 1871, he was professed into the Third Order of St. Dominic and given the name of Brother Rosary in recognition of his favorite daily prayer.

To complete his break with satanism, the new convert made one final visit to a seance, held up a medal of Our Lady, and cried out that he renounced spiritism because it was “a maze of error and falsehood.” He then went to student parties and cafes, denouncing the “religion” he had formerly embraced and proclaiming his faith in the Catholic Church. This was a brave thing to do as the Catholic Church was, at that time, being suppressed. He considered becoming a priest but was discouraged by both friends and his spiritual director. After making a retreat, he discerned not to marry, but rather to devote himself unreservedly to God and Our Lady. He was later to write:

“I place myself, my God, in Your hands; as a son I abandon myself to Your Fatherly embrace; roll and roll again this mud, it has nothing to say; it is enough that it serve Your designs and not resist Your Will for which I was made. Ask, command, prohibit. What do You wish that I do, or that I not do? Lifted up, knocked down, suffering, dedicated to Your works by sacrificing my will to Yours, I can only say, as did Mary: ‘Behold I am your servant. O Lord, let it be done to me according to your Word.”

Friar Radente told Bartolo that he had to repair the damage he had caused to others, so he joined his pious friends in caring for the poor, sick, and needy. One of this pious group was the wealthy widow Countess Mariana di Fusco. The Countess commissioned Bartolo, who was a lawyer, to collect the rent from poor farmers on a vast tract of land she owned near the ancient city of Pompeii. She needed the money to support her five children. In 1872, Bartolo arrived in marshy Pompeii, accompanied by two armed escorts to protect him from bandits that overran the area. He was shocked and filled with pity at the ignorance, lack of faith, superstition, poverty, and moral corruption of the people. The aging priest in a decaying church rarely saw any parishioners. People and animals slept together in ramshackle, filthy quarters. How could Bartolo help? Bartolo later wrote,

“One day in the fields around Pompeii called Arpaia. . .I recalled my former condition as a priest of Satan. Father Alberto had told me repeatedly never again to think of, or reflect on (this), but I thought that perhaps as the priesthood of Christ is for eternity, so also the priesthood of Satan is for eternity.

“So, despite my repentance, I thought: I am still consecrated to Satan, and I am still his slave and property as he awaits me in Hell. As I pondered over my condition, I experienced a deep sense of despair and almost committed suicide. Then I heard an echo in my ear of the voice of Friar Alberto repeating the words of the Blessed Virgin Mary: ‘One who propagates my Rosary shall be saved.’ These words certainly brought an illumination to my soul. Falling to my knees, I exclaimed: ‘If your words are true that he who propagates your Rosary will be saved, I shall reach salvation because I shall not leave this earth without propagating your Rosary.’ At that moment the little bell of the parish church rang out, inviting the people to pray the Angelus. This incident was like a signature to my firm decision.”

Later he wrote, “What is my vocation? To write about Mary, to have Mary praised, to have Mary loved.”

Bartolo lost no time. He made repeated trips to the Valley of Pompeii to teach the people how to pray the Rosary. Beginning in 1873, he organized a yearly Rosary feast, incorporating music, fireworks, races, and a lottery into it. In 1875, as part of a parish mission, he invited a group of priests to speak about devotion to the Rosary. To conclude the mission, he promised to display a painting of Our Lady of the Rosary, and the painting that he obtained has been the cause of numerous miracles of healing. He constructed a church to hold this image and then, around it, an entire city dedicated to helping orphans and the poor. He also wrote books about the Rosary and composed novenas and a prayer manual. In all of these works, he was assisted by the Countess. When evil rumors began to spread about the relationship between the widow and the handsome, intelligent lawyer, Bartolo and the Countess consulted their friend Pope Leo XIII, a great devotee of the Rosary. “Lawyer, you are free; Countess, you are a widow; get married and no one can say anything against you.” So on April 7, 1885, they were married. In this chaste union, for Bartolo had taken a vow of chastity, the couple continued their charitable works until the Countess’s death in 1924.

Bartolo was tireless in his work. He founded a congregation of Dominican nuns to help educate the orphans in his city and also brought in the Christian Brothers for the boys. He urged people to learn the catechism and worked to have defined by Rome the doctrine of the Assumption of the Blessed Virgin. After laboring fifty years for his “Lady,” Bartolo was the object of calumny and slander as lies spread about his mishandling of funds. He bore these with resignation and was cleared of all charges. In 1906, Bartolo turned all his property, including his own personal property, over to the Holy See. He then assisted the new head of the administration and continued to work in the city he had built, but only as a humble employee. He remained at his work at the Shrine until he was 85-years-old, ever promoting the Rosary and going to confession twice weekly.

Over the years his prayer had become so intense that one of those who saw him could say, “I often saw him with his arms outstretched and his eyes fixed on heaven or on the image of Our Lady, or even with his eyes half-closed, totally enraptured without being aware of those around or near him.” Asked if he saw the Blessed Mother, Bartolo would answer, “Yes, but not as she is in heaven.” During his last hours on October 5, 1926, he prayed the Rosary, surrounded by the orphans whom he so loved. “My only desire is to see Mary, who has saved me and who will save me from the clutches of Satan,” he said with his final breath. On October 26, 1980, Pope John Paul II pronounced Bartolo Longo Blessed, calling him the “Man of Mary.”

(Written by Madeline Pecora Nugent, SFO)

Prayer of St. Pio of Pietrelcina after Holy Communion

Stay with me, Lord, for it is necessary to have You present so that I do not forget You. You know how easily I abandon You.

Stay with me, Lord, because I am weak and I need Your strength, that I may not fall so often.

Stay with me, Lord, for You are my life and without You I am without fervor.

Stay with me, Lord, for You are my light and without You I am in darkness.

Stay with me, Lord, to show me Your will.

Stay with me, Lord, so that I hear Your voice and follow You.

Stay with me, Lord, for I desire to love You very much and alway be in Your company.

Stay with me, Lord, if You wish me to be faithful to You.

Stay with me, Lord, as poor as my soul is I want it to be a place of consolation for You, a nest of Love.

Stay with me, Jesus, for it is getting late and the day is coming to a close and life passes, death, judgment and eternity approaches. It is necessary to renew my strenth, so that I will not stop along the way and for that, I need You. It is getting late and death approaches, I fear the darkness, the temptations, the dryness, the cross, the sorrows. O how I need You, my Jesus, in this night of exile!

Stay with me tonight, Jesus, in life with all its dangers, I need You.

Let me recognize You as Your disciples did at the breaking of the bread, so that the Eucharistic Communion be the Light which disperses the darkness, the force which sustains me, the unique joy of my heart.

Stay with me, Lord, because at the hour of my death, I want to remain united to You, if not by Communion, at least by grace and love.

Stay with me, Lord, for it is You alone I look for, Your Love, Your Grace, Your Will, Your Heart, Your Spirit, because I love You and ask no other reward but to love You more and more.

With a firm love, I will love You with all my heart while on earth and continue to love You perfectly during all eternity. Amen.

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If we only knew how God regards this Sacrifice, we would risk our lives to be present at a single Mass.

-St. Pio of Pietrelcina

CLICK: Padre Pio’s Prayers

Jesus!

O Jesus, I know not how to Love as Thee, But please, teach me how. I beg of Thee.

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Ave Maria, gratia plena Dominus tecum, Benedictatu in mulie ribus et benedictus fructus ventris tui Jesu.

Sancta Maria, Mater Dei, ora pronobis pecatoribus, nunc et in hora mortis nostrae. Amen +

Jesus of the Scars by Edward Shillito

If we have never sought, we seek Thee now;
Thine eyes burn through the dark, our only stars;
We must have sight of thorn-pricks on Thy brow;
We must have Thee, O Jesus of the Scars.

The heavens frighten us; they are too calm;
In all the universe we have no place.
Our wounds are hurting us; where is the balm?
Lord Jesus, by Thy Scars we claim Thy grace.

If when the doors are shut, Thou drawest near,
Only reveal those hands, that side of Thine;
We know today what wounds are; have no fear;
Show us Thy Scars; we know the countersign.

The other gods were strong, but Thou wast weak;
They rode, but Thou didst stumble to a throne;
But to our wounds only God’s wounds can speak,
And not a god has wounds, but Thou alone.

Oh Blessed Poverty which Jesus loved so much!