Showing posts with label Prayer. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Prayer. Show all posts

Wednesday, September 23, 2020

Giving free rein to the heart...

"Prayer is the oxygen of the soul." - St Padre Pio 

"Kneel down and render the tribute
of your presence and devotion to Jesus 
in the Blessed Sacrament. 
Confide all your needs to Him, 
along with those of others.
Speak to Him with filial abandonment, 
give free rein to your heart, 
and give Him complete freedom 
to work in you as He thinks best."

St Padre Pio of Pietrelcino
Priest, Stigmatist, Mystic
Italy ~ 1887-1968
Patron of Eucharistic Adorers
Feast Day - Sept 23


"When I am close to Jesus in the Blessed Sacrament, 
I feel as if my heart is bursting out of my chest." - St Padre Pio

Monday, August 17, 2020

He sees our thoughts...

In quietness and trust is your strength ... Isaiah 30:15

452px-Dou_Old_woman_in_prayer.jpg (452×599)
"When we gather to celebrate the divine mysteries 
with God's priest, we should not express our prayer in unruly words; 
the petition that should be made to God with moderation 
is not to be shouted out noisily and verbosely. 
For God hears our heart not our voice.  
He sees our thoughts; He is not to be shouted at.  ... This is the 
teaching of the Holy Spirit.  Through Jeremiah He suggests this:  
Say in your hearts:  Lord, it is you that we have to worship."
St Cyprian
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Painting:  Old woman in prayer (Rembrandt's mother)  - Gerrit Dou (1613-1675)

Wednesday, August 5, 2020

By consecration, another...

I have been crucified with Christ and I no longer live,
but Christ lives in me. - Galatians 2:20



Here is a prayer by the saintly Irish Jesuit priest, Father William Doyle
You will recognize straightaway his distinctive blend of
manly fervour and passion for the Most Holy Eucharist.

O my God, pour out in abundance
Thy spirit of sacrifice upon Thy priests. 
It is both their glory and their duty to become victims,
to be burnt up for souls,
to live without ordinary joys,
to be often the objects of distrust, injustice, 
and persecution.

The words they say every day at the altar,
"This is my Body, this is my Blood,"
grant them to apply to themselves:
"I am no longer myself, I am Jesus, 
Jesus crucified.
I am, like the bread and wine, a substance 
no longer itself, but by consecration another."

O my God, I burn with desire for the sanctification of Thy priests. 
I wish all the priestly hands which touch Thee 
were hands whose touch is gentle and pleasing to Thee, 
that all the mouths uttering such sublime words at the altar
should never descend to speaking trivialities.

Let priests in all their person stay at the level of their lofty functions, 
let every man find them simple and great, like the Holy Eucharist, 
accessible to all yet above the rest of men.

O my God,
 grant them to carry with them from the Mass of today,
a thirst for the Mass of tomorrow,
and grant them, ladened themselves with gifts,
to share these abundantly with their fellow men. Amen.


Fr Willie Doyle
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