Our Lady’s Glory

A prayer today.

Chosen before the Earth's fruition to bear the divinity, and to become the Mother of God, the new Eve, co-redemptrix, and the help of the helpless. Oh Blessed Mary, Our Lady, image of purity and perfection: Pray for Us!

Chosen before the Earth’s fruition to bear the divinity, and to become the Mother of God, the new Eve, co-redemptrix, and the help of the helpless. Oh Blessed Mary, Our Lady, image of purity and perfection: Pray for Us!

O chaste and spotless Virgin! O Lady never touched by blame, corruption, or defilement! O Bride of Christ! You gave birth to the Word of God in a glorious and mysterious way, uniting Him to mankind and linking our apostate nature to the divine. You are the only hope, the prompt help of every Christian who seeks your refuge. Though I have often defiled myself with all sorts of impurities, words, deeds, or thoughts, though slothfulness has enslaved me to lust, though I often find myself weighed down by despair and depression, do not despise me. Rather, since you are the Mother of God and full of love for us, in your compassion pity me, prodigal sinner that I am, and accept this prayer which I offer to you with these impure lips.

With boldness that only a mother could manifest, beg your Son, our Lord and Master, to open to me His deep and tender loving mercy. Entreat Him to disregard my numberless sins. Ask Him to lead me to repentance, so that I may become His friend and follower, always conscious of His commandments and ready to observe them. In your compassion, stay with me always, you who are so tender of heart! In this life, ever intercede for me fervently, ever be at my side to repel the onslaughts of my enemies, ever ready to lead me to salvation. At the moment of my death, embrace my sorry soul, and drive off the sinister forms of the evil spirits.

On that awesome day of judgment, rescue me from eternal torment, and reveal me as an heir of that indescribable glory of your Son. O my Lady, O holy Mother of God! May I deserve this through your intercession and mediation, through the grace and love for mankind of your holy Son, our Lord, God, and Saviour, Jesus Christ, who deserves all glory, honour and worship, with His eternal Father, and His all-holy Spirit, now and forever, and ever. Amen.

O Lady, why are they multiplied who afflict me? By thy might thou shalt
follow them and scatter them.

Loose the bands of our impiety: take away the burden of our sins. Have
mercy on me, O Lady, and heal my sickness: take away the grief and anguish
of my heart.

Deliver me not into the hands of my enemies: and in the day of my death
strengthen thou my soul.

Lead me into the harbour of salvation: and give up for me my spirit to my
Maker and Creator. Psalm 3, the Psalter of the Blessed Virgin Mary

Precious Lord, Lead me Home

Precious Lord, take my hand
Lead me on, let me stand
I am tired, I am weak, I am worn
Through the storm, through the night
Lead me on to the light
Take my hand precious Lord, lead me home

When my way grows drear
Precious Lord linger near
When my life is almost gone
Hear my cry, hear my call
Hold my hand lest I fall
Take my hand precious Lord, lead me home

When the darkness appears
And the night draws near
And the day is past and gone
At the river I stand
Guide my feet, hold my hand
Take my hand precious Lord, lead me home

Precious Lord, take my hand
Lead me on, let me stand
I’m tired, I’m weak, I’m lone
Through the storm, through the night
Lead me on to the light
Take my hand precious Lord, lead me home

Take my hand precious Lord, lead me home. The first time I heard this song it was on side A of a recording of Mahalia Jackson’s lovely singing. As Catholics, we should never fear beauty, and beauty rests in art, music being the only one of which we can take to heaven with us. Lead, Kindly Light comes to mind whilst I read through the words to this incredible anthem. It isn’t Tallis or Purcell, Bach or Rachmaninov but yet it’s simply put: when in doubt, ask the Lord to help. There’s no fear. It, to me, brings a comfort: some doubts filled, a push to go on, to stop being caught up in the world no one else can see but me.

Our Blessed Lord said “I am the Good Shepherd“, this means he is like no other shepherd. He is the shepherd, not a shepherd. He picks us up from the thorns, he takes our hand. We have no fear when we follow Him. He left us His Church, and in doing so, never left us at all. We are His.

He shall feed his flock like a shepherd: he shall gather together the lambs with his arm, and shall take them up in his bosom, and he himself shall carry them that are with young. {Isaiah 40:11}

He shall feed his flock like a shepherd: he shall gather together the lambs with his arm, and shall take them up in his bosom, and he himself shall carry them that are with young. {Isaiah 40:11}

Rest your hearts, your souls, your worries and anxieties in the arms of Our Lady so that she may refer them to Her Son who dissolves every unrest. We all need this in a stressful modern world.

The Replacements

I am happy to announce that I’ve been accepted into University for a bachelors in Philosophy, during which I intend to apply to seminary. Thank you to those who prayed for me.

There’s something that’s been on my mind for a while now, and I’d say now is the time to propose it. I look at this generation, and you see the lack of religiosity and the lack of faith, a growth of disbelief and paganistic replacements of Almighty God. It’s said that two-thirds of teenagers don’t believe in God, and think reality television is more important. Are you frightened yet? Along with this, we see the growth of sub cultures which in description, I believe we can reduce the ‘culture’ to ‘cult’, as many of these cliques have that feel of ultimate obedience and that “anyone outside us is against us.” Marijuana legalisation, the same-sex marriage bandwagon, urban gangs, the “gender theory” crew, the open minded obstinates, etc.

I love my clothes, my fashion, the deals on ASOS, but I know there’s a limit to how indulgent I should be in what I enjoy. Secularism tells us we need to indulge in order to be happy, that there’s no God but our own devices and that we need to keep up with the crowd or else, if we’re left behind, we’ll be miserable and we won’t be able to feed our ego. Life is just life, we have found a replacement for the religion that our human nature craves. So many young people are lost in confusion, they don’t know what to believe, who to look at, and so they give up, and the adults in the world are doing nothing so far to help that. We have the radical anarchist graduated and teaching in our primary schools, a feminist who of course believes in nothing but her emotional convictions teaching Social Justice and Kantian Ethics at a religiously blurred college remaining unnamed.

I am not an expert, and I love my many friends who helped me apply to get into university and helped me pass math last year, and helped me through exam seasons. I couldn’t ask for a better group when I go for a road trip or following the soccer team as they play against a school three hours away. But the world needs prayers. Our youth need prayers. Individualism is the religion, and in that they’re all the same.

The Divine Will

The Holy Season of Christmas is still lingering in it’s liturgical, rather than secular affect. I haven’t had much time over the Christmas holidays to make a blog post, and now I’ve got a few exams to study for so that doesn’t make matters any more better.

Two days ago I applied to University for to get a Bachelors of Philosophy. Please say a prayer that I get accepted. My next step after that would be to meet the vocations director and to see if it is in the divine Will that I be ordained a priest. However, what wasn’t in the Divine Will I’m sure is the fatal attack by terrorists on the cartoonists of Charlie Hebdo. Regardless of whether you disagree or agree with their mocking of the Muslim prophet Mohammed, say a prayer for the repose of the souls who have completed their earthly life. Heaven and Hell are the realities we are often now so afraid to remember, afraid that we’ll die at the very thought of what Hell or Heaven and Purgatory are even like.

Our Lady of Hope, ora pro nobis!