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#St. Therese of Lisieux
daughter-of-mary · 3 months
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eternal-echoes · 1 year
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“Be not afraid to tell Jesus that you love Him; even though it be without feeling. this is the way to oblige Him to help you, and carry you like a little child too feeble to walk.”
- St. Therese of Lisieux
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dramoor · 5 months
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Three relics of St. Margaret Mary Alacoque, Relic of St. Therese of Lisieux, Relic of St. John of the Cross.
St. Margaret Mary Catholic Church, Winter Park, Florida
(Photos © dramoor 2023)
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helloparkerrose · 2 months
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Happy International Women's Day!
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stjohncapistrano67 · 2 years
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Two of best known French female Saints, St Joan of Arc and St. Therese of the Infant Jesus.
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tail-feathers · 1 year
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“Even pious conversations tired out my soul. I felt that it was better to talk to God rather than talk about God, because so much pride gets mixed into spiritual conversations!” - St. Therese of Lisieux
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"These are the stairs in the childhood home of Saint Thérèse of Lisieux. Her mother, Saint Zélie shared a story about the way young Thérèse would climb the stairs.
'I hear the baby calling me Mama! as she goes down the stairs. On every step, she calls out Mama! and if I don't respond every time, she remains there without going either forward or back.'
So on every step, Zélie would tenderly reply 'Yes, my child.'
Now I will be fully honest with you here. As a mama to three kids five and under, my knee jerk reaction was 'Dear Lord Baby Jesus, ain’t nobody got time for that.'
But then I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I thought about the heart of this Saint who was raising a Saint. I thought about how maybe she had to sigh deeply between each response, but she mustered up that patience because the opportunity to love someone is too important to pass up.
I think what Zelie understood is that love is an urgent calling. I Think she knew that making sure that the people in our lives are intimately loved is a critical part of them experiencing Divine love. I think Zelie knew that when we lovingly speak to others, we are echoing the Father’s voice.
Each 'yes my child', was a reflection of God’s love on every step. Because no matter how many times we call out to the Lord, he faithfully hears us. And says 'Yes, my child.'"
Source.
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hillbilly-thomist · 1 year
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Haunted prayer corner…
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fictionadventurer · 6 months
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Old Solid Books asks: 🪐🌂👒
🪐 A book you keep coming back to, after some time
I don't think this is what the question means, but I keep coming back to Jane Austen's Emma every few years, even though I've yet to finish a reread.
🌂 A book that makes you feel understood, even more so than you understanding it
I do not understand half the spiritual depth of Story of a Soul, but it certainly made me feel understood.
👒 A book that you like, but not for the reason most people do
I like John R. Tunis' Dodgers books, even though I am not a sportswriter or a teenage boy, because I like the characters and I'm fascinated by the history.
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momentsbeforemass · 10 months
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Our priests
(by request, my homily from Sunday)
It’s fun to talk about people. Especially when they’re not around.
Maybe you call it gossiping. Maybe you call it tea. My grandmother called it the local news. Whatever you call it, everybody does it.
One of the most famous moments of talking about people happened when Teddy Roosevelt was President. His daughter, Alice, was well-known for it. For her, the worse the dirt, the better.
So much so, that at Roosevelt’s receptions at the White House. Alice would sit on a couch off to the side, with a pillow on her lap. On which she had embroidered these words, “If you can’t say something nice, come sit next to me.”
If you’ve noticed, there’s someone who isn’t around today. So, let’s talk about him.
If you’ve read Father George’s book, then you know about his backstory. He’s been through some pretty rough things. Including surviving being shot.
But if you think those days are completely behind him, that he’s out of danger here with us? That it’s pretty much smooth sailing for him. With our human shortcomings and our spiritual needs as the worst things he has to deal with?
Well, you and I are part of the problem. But we can’t take all of the credit. Because there are other things that he’s dealing with.
And I don’t just mean the obvious things, like ministries, programs, personnel issues, building maintenance, air conditioning that’s older than all of us, the school and everything that goes along with that. Although that’s certainly part of it as well.
There’s more. There’s not being a local. This is the North End after all.
I mean, I was born at St. John’s. I went to Griffin High School. Except for college, I’ve lived my entire life in this town.
But I live on the other side of town, north of the park. And I didn’t go to our School.
Which means that up here, in the North End? I’m not a local either. Tell me I’m wrong.
You and I can joke about it, but there is some truth to it. Now think about how much harder that is, when you’re not just from a different parish on the wrong side of the tracks, but when you’re 8,800 miles from home. And there’s more.
Father George, Father Saji, and all priests are under constant spiritual attack. Because the Enemy hates priests.
Their ministry of serving us, the people of God? The Enemy absolutely hates it.
Because the Enemy knows that through the life of every priest, the lives of our priests, is the means of making God’s grace and love a living, breathing part of our lives. You and me, the very people Christ died to redeem.
Through our priests’ ministry, through their service, through their care, through their time, through their prayers, and through the Sacraments – most especially Reconciliation and the Eucharist – they are God’s special instruments of grace and forgiveness to a lost and weary world.
And they need our help.
What can you and I do about it? How can we help?
I’m going to make a big ask. I don’t want money. I want us to give something more valuable, the most precious thing that you and I have in this life. The one thing we can never get back – our time.
I want us to use a little bit of the most precious thing that God has given us, to pray for our priests.
Please join me now in praying the prayer of St. Therese of Lisieux, the Little Flower, for our priests and for all priests:
O Jesus, I pray for your faithful and fervent priests; for your unfaithful and tepid priests; for your priests laboring at home or abroad in distant mission fields; for your tempted priests; for your lonely and desolate priests; for your young priests; for your dying priests; for the souls of your priests in Purgatory.
But above all, I recommend to you the priests dearest to me: the priest who baptized me; the priests who’ve absolved me from my sins; the priests at whose Masses I’ve assisted and who’ve given me Your Body and Blood in Holy Communion; the priests who’ve taught and instructed me; all the priests to whom I am indebted in any other way, especially ____
O Jesus, keep them all close to your heart, and bless them abundantly in time and in eternity. Amen.
But let’s not stop there. I want us to keep praying for our priests. I want each of us to take a week, or two or three, over the next year and remember to pray for our priests in our daily prayers.
It can be something as beautiful as the prayer of St. Therese that we just prayed. It can be a decade of the Rosary. It can be a simple as “Lord, please bless and protect Fr. George and Fr. Saji.” Whatever way you want to do it, it would do so much good – for them and for our parish – if all of us together would lift up our priests in prayer over the next year.
In the narthex, there’s a signup sheet. Please sign up for a week, or two or three, make that commitment to lift up our priests in prayer each day for those weeks.
Help them to be God’s instruments of grace and forgiveness to a lost and weary world.
Help them to be the priests that we need.
By giving the gift that only you can give. By praying for our priests.
Today’s Readings
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eternal-echoes · 1 year
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“I know now that true charity consists in bearing all our neighbours’ defects - not being surprised at their weakness, but edified at their smallest virtues.”
- St. Therese of Lisieux
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dramoor · 7 months
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"Every flower He has created has a beauty of its own. If every little flower wished to be a rose, nature would lose her spring adornments. And so it is in the world of souls, our Lord's living garden. Holiness consists simply in doing God's will, and being just what God wants us to be. Without love, deeds, even the greatest, count as nothing. His love shines forth as much in the simplest of souls as it does in the most gifted, as long as there is no refusal of His grace."
~St. Therese of Lisueux
(Photo © dramoor 2016, Botanical Garden, Siberia, Russian Federation)
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helloparkerrose · 5 months
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stjohncapistrano67 · 11 months
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A Traditional Catholic holy card image of St. Therese of the Infant Jesus.
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How did St. Therese first come into your life?
The story can be quite long, I'll try to keep it as short as I can. But I was absolutely miserable in high school, not just because of anxiety and depression, but I was tormented by scrupulosity. I didn't know what scrupulosity was, we were taught about it in school but the way it was explained didn't resonate with me - something like "caring too much about sin." I remember sitting in class thinking "How can someone care too much about sin? Avoiding sin is our sole purpose in life, each sin crucifies Christ!" and I equated what some would call scrupulosity (caring "too much") with saintliness. But at the same time, as I said, I was miserable. Temptations, emotions, thoughts - everything that made me a human being was a sin to me, I would never receive communion because my teacher told us receiving unworthily was a worse sin than rape. There was no joy, just an endless oscillation between guttural shame due to perceived sin or extreme anxiety after confession to not stain myself with sin again. I often felt that lying in bed all day would be better than risking doing things and going out in the world because then I would be less likely to hurt Christ. I applied to one college, an easy one to get into that was close to home, I didn't really care. I was in a chasm with no way out and I just wanted to die.
I joined the campus ministry, and everyone was so joyful. They smiled. It was so authentic and I was captivated by it. I attended a few months before I cornered the priest after mass and begged for confession, explained everything to him, and he was the first one to tell me I wasn't in a perpetual state of mortal sin and Jesus wanted me to receive communion. I began to actually fall in love with my faith, with Jesus, instead of fear hurting him and disappointing God. I thought, "Isn't there a saint called 'the little flower?' I'll call my blog where I can begin to revel in my love for my faith 'little flower through concrete', because of how difficult it was to get here." I met my bible study leader, whose favorite saint was St. Therese. Her birthday is on St. Therese's feast day. I grew to learn about her through my leader, but didn't get the hype at the beginning. Then our yearly retreat was on St. Therese's spirituality, and as I learned more about her sufferings and her gentle, simple way of approaching holiness, it was so doable compared to my tangled web of misery. She helped me climb out of that pit one step at a time with that method. When I had relapsed in some mental health issues, I read "33 days to merciful love" for the first time, and that consecration to Merciful Love was the most powerful spiritual experience I had ever had. The last piece of the puzzle was when I began to research her scrupulosity - this was only 2 years ago, so I had been scrupulous for over 15 years - and I finally realized through her (at last) that I have a problem with scruples. Now that I know what it is, I can see it for the damaging practice that it is, and be on guard against it.
I could say more but that's the general timeline. She is so important to me.
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