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On Today’s Gospel

Posted: August 27, 2013 by CatholicJules in Personal Thoughts & Reflections

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Awake! Arise! “Come out of the darkness of your lives into my light”, the Lord our God is calling us. For despite our many atrocious sins, He still loves us. Otherwise if He did not care for us at all, He will not bother to admonish us.

He knows only too well that if we choose to remain as we are then we are dead in Sin and the effects of Sin is far-reaching. Jesus offers us new life in Him, He longs to embrace us, to cleanse us from within, to pour His life, His love into our hearts, into our very being.  To live a life worthy of God who is calling us to share the glory of His Kingdom.

Let us pray….

O God of wisdom and of love, you inflamed Saint Augustine with the love of Christ, who is wisdom and your power. Through his intercession, pour out into Your Church anew each day the burning fire of the Holy Spirit to inflame all hearts with love for your beauty and your truth.  We ask this through our Lord Jesus Christ Your Son, who lives and reigns with You in the unity of the Holy Spirit, one God for ever and ever. Amen

(Memorial – Saint Augustine)

GOSPEL
Matthew 23:27–32

Jesus said,
“Woe to you, scribes and Pharisees, you hypocrites. You are like whitewashed tombs, which appear beautiful on the outside, but inside are full of dead men’s bones and every kind of filth. Even so, on the outside you appear righteous, but inside you are filled with hypocrisy and evildoing.

“Woe to you, scribes and Pharisees, you hypocrites. You build the tombs of the prophets and adorn the memorials of the righteous, and you say, ‘If we had lived in the days of our ancestors, we would not have joined them in shedding the prophets’ blood.’ Thus you bear witness against yourselves that you are the children of those who murdered the prophets; now fill up what your ancestors measured out!”

Memorial – St Monica

Posted: August 27, 2013 by CatholicJules in Great Catholic Articles, Memory Book

From the Confessions of Saint Augustine, bishop
Let us gain eternal wisdom

The day was now approaching when my mother Monica would depart from this life; you knew that day, Lord, though we did not. She and I happened to be standing by ourselves at a window that overlooked the garden in the courtyard of the house. At the time we were in Ostia on the Tiber. We had gone there after a long and wearisome journey to get away from the noisy crowd, and to rest and prepare for our sea voyage. I believe that you, Lord, caused all this to happen in your own mysterious ways. And so the two of us, all alone, were enjoying a very pleasant conversation, forgetting the past and pushing on to what is ahead. We were asking one another in the presence of the Truth–for you are the Truth–what it would be like to share the eternal life enjoyed by the saints, which eye has not seen, nor ear heard, which has not even entered into the heart of man. We desired with all our hearts to drink from the streams of your heavenly fountain, the fountain of life.

That was the substance of our talk, though not the exact words. But you know, O Lord, that in the course of our conversation that day, the world and its pleasures lost all their attraction for us. My mother said: “Son, as far as I am concerned, nothing in this life now gives me any pleasure. I do not know why I am still here, since I have no further hopes in this world. I did have one reason for wanting to live a little longer: to see you become a Catholic Christian before I died. God has lavished his gifts on me in that respect, for I know that you have even renounced earthly happiness to be his servant. So what am I doing here?”

I do not really remember how I answered her. Shortly, within five days or thereabouts, she fell sick with a fever. Then one day during the course of her illness she became unconscious and for a while she was unaware of her surroundings. My brother and I rushed to her side but she regained consciousness quickly. She looked at us as we stood there and asked in a puzzled voice: “Where was I?”

We were overwhelmed with grief, but she held her gaze steadily upon us and spoke further: “Here you shall bury your mother.” I remained silent as I held back my tears. However, my brother haltingly expressed his hope that she might not die in a strange country but in her own land, since her end would be happier there. When she heard this, her face was filled with anxiety, and she reproached him with a glance because he had entertained such earthly thoughts. Then she looked at me and spoke: “Look what he is saying.” Thereupon she said to both of us: “Bury my body wherever you will; let not care of it cause you any concern. One thing only I ask you, that you remember me at the altar of the Lord wherever you may be.” Once our mother had expressed this desire as best she could, she fell silent as the pain of her illness increased.
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Let us pray….

Dear St Monica we seek your powerful intercession, kindly pray for all our family members who are obstinate with hardness of heart. May the love of Christ penetrate their hearts so that they might be redeemed in His love and be granted peace and joy in their lives.  Through Christ our Lord… Amen

(Minute Meditation)

Posted: August 27, 2013 by CatholicJules in Personal Thoughts & Reflections

Duplicity

Anyone who has tried living a life of duplicity will tell you that it is no life at all.  True life begins and ends with God, His grace flow abundantly on those who are one in Communion with Him. His love flows through them onto others. 
– Catholicjules