Prayers for The Religion Forum (Ecumenical)

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[Mad Dawg]

Litany of Humility

Rafael Cardinal Merry del Val

O Jesus! meek and humble of heart, Hear me.

From the desire of being esteemed, Deliver me, Jesus.
From the desire of being loved, Deliver me, Jesus.
From the desire of being extolled, Deliver me, Jesus.
From the desire of being honored, Deliver me, Jesus.
From the desire of being praised, Deliver me, Jesus.
From the desire of being preferred to others, Deliver me, Jesus.
From the desire of being consulted, Deliver me, Jesus.
From the desire of being approved, Deliver me, Jesus.

From the fear of being humiliated, Deliver me, Jesus.
From the fear of being despised, Deliver me, Jesus.
From the fear of suffering rebukes, Deliver me, Jesus.
From the fear of being calumniated, Deliver me, Jesus.
From the fear of being forgotten, Deliver me, Jesus.
From the fear of being ridiculed, Deliver me, Jesus.
From the fear of being wronged, Deliver me, Jesus.
From the fear of being suspected, Deliver me, Jesus.

That others may be loved more than I, Jesus, grant me the grace to desire it.
That others may be esteemed more than I, Jesus, grant me the grace to desire it.
That, in the opinion of the world, others may increase and I may decrease,Jesus, grant me the grace to desire it.
That others may be chosen and I set aside, Jesus, grant me the grace to desire it.
That others may be praised and I unnoticed, Jesus, grant me the grace to desire it.
That others may be preferred to me in everything, Jesus, grant me the grace to desire it.
That others may become holier than I,
provided that I may become
as holy as I should, Jesus, grant me the grace to desire it.

Closing Prayer

Dominicus Gabriel Mariae

O most gracious Lord Jesus:
To redeem an undeserving humanity
You gave up everything you had.

In your mercy, grant us the grace
of despising all things but you
and your love

That we may know the joy
you brought to us
through your dolorous Passion
and Death,

Who live and reign in might and bliss
with the Father and the Holy Spirit,
One God, in everlasting glory.

[Mad Dawg]

+ 1

[Tax-chick]

*snert*

On top of the “son on the church roof” fiasco last week, today I had the “byos beating each other with Prayer of St. Francis cards while the choir was singing the Prayer of St. Francis.” If looks could kill ...

St. Francis must have been rolling over in his grave, bless his heart.

[Mad Dawg]

I bet St Francis thought it was hysterical.

But I know I do.

Instrument of Thy peace in the CHOPS, buster!

[Tax-chick]

“Hazme un instrumento de Tu paz ...” “James, I’m going to kill you. “Donde haya odio lleve yo Tu amor.” “Pat, you’re TOAST when we get home ...”

I also sang the Lamb of God on the wrong melody for the words that were in the handout. I was looking at the score, and I just couldn’t hear it to save my life. “Que va!” as we say in Carolina del Norte ...”whatever.”

[Salvation]

INCREASED PRAYER FOR ELECTION: Novena to Christ the King

 

May God Grant us Wisdom, Safety, Honesty and Discernment in the Upcoming Elections, In Jesus Holy Name, we pray.

AMEN

[Salvation]

I found this prayer recently. I think all of you will like it.

A PRAYER TO THE LORD

Lord of my origin, draw me closer to You;

Lord of my calling, give me strength to go on;

Lord of my faith, preserve me from doubt;

Lord of my hope, keep me from despair;

Lord of my love, let me never grow cold;

Lord of my past, may I never forget You;

Lord of my present, be near me always;

Lord of my future, keep me faithful to the end;

Lord of my life, let me live in Your presence;

Lord of my death, receive me at last;

Lord of my eternity, bless me forever.

Amen. 

[Eric Doyle, OFM]

[Mad Dawg]

Thanks for this. Very fine.

I am thinking about vocation a lot — and how I think everybody has one and the gracious call never stops.

[Salvation]

A cute Thanksgiiving story for everyone.

Best Thanksgiving Ever

November 25th, 2010 by Tom Purcell

“I was in no mood to celebrate Thanksgiving this year. We were hurting financially and the wife was driving me nuts trying to cut down on costs.”

“With the bad economy, many are looking for ways to save money.”

“You have no idea. First off, I’d been working two lower-paying jobs, as I’ve been unable to find another good-paying job after being laid off two years ago.”

“Too many Americans are struggling this way.”

“It’s not like I had any spare time, but neither did the wife. She’d been working two jobs. Nonetheless, she had me spending every spare moment looking for coupons and bargains on canned cranberries, pumpkin filling and so on.”

“That doesn’t sound fun.”

“It wasn’t. Nor was I very good at it. The wife was so unhappy with my lack of progress, she finally decided to give me a ridiculously small stipend to buy EVERYTHING we’d need for dinner.”

“That went better?”

“Not exactly. The most basic elements — cranberries, pumpkin pie filling, rolls and so on — ate up my entire budget. I didn’t panic though. One grocery store had a promotion in which the first 20 customers on Thanksgiving morning would get free turkeys.”

“Wonderful!”

“That’s what I thought. I slept in front of the store all night. There were a couple dozen people, but I snagged the 20th spot. But wouldn’t you know they ran out of turkeys by the time they handed out 15! I was in trouble now, so I grabbed our overburdened credit card and went to every grocery store in town — but not one of them had a turkey!”

“You had no turkey on Thanksgiving Day!”

“The wife was going to brain me good! I was mighty down. As I said, we’d been struggling financially all year. The unemployment rate looked like it would never go down. Our country is broke and getting broker. Our competitors, such as China, are rising. All I could think about were negative things.”

“That is understandable.”

“Then, as I was driving home, a broken-down van was blocking the road. My first impulse was to honk and curse, but then I saw an old man behind the wheel. I parked my car and knocked on his door. He told me his truck had stalled and he ran the battery down trying to start it. He said he called for help but it never came — that his cell phone died and he’d been sitting there for two hours.”

“It’s hard to get help on a holiday.”

“It was freezing cold in his van and he had no coat, so I gave him mine. Then I pushed his van off the road. I know a few things about old trucks and used my jumper cables to get his truck running. You never saw a happier man. It made me feel pretty good — I completely forgot my worries.”

“You did a wonderful thing.”

“Well, it got me thinking. We’re going to be all right. Our country has faced big problems before. We’ve solved them before. We just need to reach out to each other a little more. We need to look our problems dead in the eye and face them down, and I know we will!”

“That’s why it was the best Thanksgiving ever?”

“Sort of. See, the old man told me he owns a grocery store and was in a hurry to get to the store with five fresh turkeys for a free giveaway when …”

 

Tom Purcell's weekly political humor column runs in newspapers and Web sites across America. His email address is Tom@TomPurcell.com; his web address is www.TomPurcell.com.

[Judith Anne]

Just perfect for this morning. Thanks.

[Salvation]

I know I need this right now, and there are a lot of FReepers who do too!

Litany of Humility

Rafael Cardinal Merry del Val

O Jesus! meek and humble of heart, Hear me.

From the desire of being esteemed, Deliver me, Jesus.
From the desire of being loved, Deliver me, Jesus.
From the desire of being extolled, Deliver me, Jesus.
From the desire of being honored, Deliver me, Jesus.
From the desire of being praised, Deliver me, Jesus.
From the desire of being preferred to others, Deliver me, Jesus.
From the desire of being consulted, Deliver me, Jesus.
From the desire of being approved, Deliver me, Jesus.

From the fear of being humiliated, Deliver me, Jesus.
From the fear of being despised, Deliver me, Jesus.
From the fear of suffering rebukes, Deliver me, Jesus.
From the fear of being calumniated, Deliver me, Jesus.
From the fear of being forgotten, Deliver me, Jesus.
From the fear of being ridiculed, Deliver me, Jesus.
From the fear of being wronged, Deliver me, Jesus.
From the fear of being suspected, Deliver me, Jesus.

That others may be loved more than I, Jesus, grant me the grace to desire it.
That others may be esteemed more than I, Jesus, grant me the grace to desire it.
That, in the opinion of the world, others may increase and I may decrease,Jesus, grant me the grace to desire it.
That others may be chosen and I set aside, Jesus, grant me the grace to desire it.
That others may be praised and I unnoticed, Jesus, grant me the grace to desire it.
That others may be preferred to me in everything, Jesus, grant me the grace to desire it.
That others may become holier than I,
provided that I may become
as holy as I should, Jesus, grant me the grace to desire it.

Closing Prayer

Dominicus Gabriel Mariae

O most gracious Lord Jesus:
To redeem an undeserving humanity
You gave up everything you had.

In your mercy, grant us the grace
of despising all things but you
and your love

That we may know the joy
you brought to us
through your dolorous Passion
and Death,

Who live and reign in might and bliss
with the Father and the Holy Spirit,
One God, in everlasting glory.

[Salvation]

Did all of you put your shoes out tonight for St. Nicholas?

[Judith Anne]

Came out of the blue, did it? :-D

Joining in prayer...

[Mad Dawg]

Beloveds (is that a word?) in the Lord:

(See Latin is SO much better! I could say “Amatae in Domino” and you’d know what I meant and that I was addressing the two of you.)

Anyway, thanks for bumping the thread and for your prayers. This Litany has become really important to me.

This PM at Mass I’ll keep you both in my prayers.

[Judith Anne]

Thanks, your prayers are welcome!

[Judith Anne]

Prayers for the religion forum...

[Judith Anne]

Prayers for the religion forum.

[Mad Dawg]

I am engaged in a friendly exchange of views with a pagan -- someone I have known for 38 years and of whom I am very fond. I was quite sick Xmas eve and Xmas day, "tummy bug". But this came to me, and I sent it to her right away.

So, FWIW:

He who put the magic in tree and brook and gentle grasses has this past night leaped from beyond heaven into your heart.

Sedge, creek and rivulet, steep forest and dark -- all sing his praise. Mighty river throbs with his power. Storms light the clouds with his light. Leaves whisper his words.

And now all that power, beyond all known strength, power from which all power comes, it shows itself to us as an infant, drawing delighted love from us, enticing us to joyful service, revealing our own hearts to us and empowering them to do what they have always longed to do (whether they knew it or not), to love, to serve, to make merry music.

[TASMANIANRED]

Sorry you were under the weather.

Your Christmas greeting to your pagan friend is touching.

[maryz]

That’s lovely! Thank you!

[Tax-chick]

I hope you’re feeling better! Seaman Anoreth has a mild case of Plague, too.

Have you ever sent your friend this?

******

A Cliché Came Out of Its Cage
1

You said ‘The world is going back to Paganism’. Oh bright
Vision! I saw our dynasty in the bar of the House
Spill from their tumblers a libation to the Erinyes,
And Leavis with Lord Russell wreathed in flowers, heralded with flutes,
Leading white bulls to the cathedral of the solemn Muses
To pay where due the glory of their latest theorem.
Hestia’s fire in every flat, rekindled, burned before
The Lardergods. Unmarried daughters with obedient hands
Tended it. By the hearth the white-arm’d venerable mother
Domum servabat, lanam faciebat. Duly at the hour
Of sacrifice their brothers came, silent, corrected, grave
Before their elders; on their downy cheeks easily the blush
Arose (it is the mark of freemen’s children) as they trooped,
Gleaming with oil, demurely home for the palaestra or the dance.
Walk carefully, do not wake the envy of the happy gods,
Shun Hubris. The middle of the road, the middle sort of men,
Are best. Aidos surpasses gold. Reverence for the aged
Is wholesome as seasonable rain, and for a man to die
Defending the city in battle is a harmonious thing.
Thus with magistral hand the Puritan Sophrosune
Cooled and schooled and tempered our uneasy motions;
Heathendom came again, the circumspection and the holy fears . . .
You said it. Did you mean it? Oh inordinate liar, stop!

2

Or did you mean another kind of heathenry?
Think, then, that under heaven-roof the little disc of the earth,
Fortified Midgard, lies encircled by the ravening Worm.
Over its icy bastions faces of giant and troll
Look in, ready to invade it. The Wolf, admittedly, is bound;
But the bond will break, the Beast run free. The weary gods,
Scarred with old wounds, the one-eyed Odin, Tyr who has lost a hand,
Will limp to their stations for the last defence. Make it your hope
To be counted worthy on that day to stand beside them;
For the end of man is to partake of their defeat and die
His second, final death in good company. The stupid, strong
Unteachable monsters are certain to be victorious at last,
And every man of decent blood is on the losing side.
Take as your model the tall women with yellow hair in plaits
Who walked back into burning houses to die with men,
Or him who as the death spear entered into his vitals
Made critical comments on its workmanship and aim.
Are these the Pagans you spoke of? Know your betters and crouch, dogs;
You that have Vichy-water in your veins and worship the event,
Your goddess History (whom your fathers called the strumpet Fortune).

-—C. S. Lewis