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   Blessed the Peacemakers!   
      
      "Some people are peacemakers in themselves. By conquering and   
   subjecting to reason all the motions of their souls, and taming their   
   carnal desires, they become, in themselves, a kingdom of God.   
      They enjoy the peace that is given on earth to persons of goodwill,   
   the life of the consummate and perfect person of wisdom."   
   --St. Augustine--Sermon on the Mount 1, 2   
      
   Prayer: Lord, whatever you give me is too little for me. Be you   
   yourself my inheritance! I love you with all my heart and all my soul   
   and all my mind. Of what value is anything you give me that is not   
   yourself!   
   --St. Augustine--Sermon 334, 3   
      
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   September 16th - St. Edith of Wilton   
      
   Memorial   
   16 September   
   11 July (celebrating her miracle work)   
      
    (961-984)   
      
   St. Edith of Wilton was the illegitimate daughter of King Edgar the   
   Peaceable, born AD 961 at Kemsing in Kent. Her mother was St.   
   Wulfthrith, a nun of noble birth, whom Edgar forcibly carried off from   
   her monastery at Wilton. Under St. Dunstan's direction, he did penance   
   for this crime by not wearing his crown for seven years. As soon as   
   Wulfthrith could escape from him, she returned to her cell and, there,   
   Edith was brought up. Educated with great care, she became a wonder of   
   beauty, learning and piety. After his wife's death, Edgar would have   
   married Wulfthrith, but she preferred to remain a nun at Wilton. Edith   
   took the veil very early, with her father's consent. He made her   
   abbess of three different communities, but she chose to remain under   
   her mother at Wilton, where she was a Martha with regard to her sister   
   nuns, and a Mary in her devotion to Christ.   
      
   In AD 979 Edith dreamt that she lost her right eye and knew the dream   
   was sent to warn her of the death of her brother, who, in fact, was   
   murdered at that very time, while visiting his step-mother, Queen   
   Aelfthritha, at Corfe Castle in Dorset. The nobles then offered the   
   crown to Edith, but she declined. Notwithstanding her refusal of all   
   Royal honours and worldly power, she always dressed magnificently and,   
   as St. Aethelwold remonstrated, she answered that purity and humility   
   could exist as well under Royal robes as under rags. She built a   
   church at Wilton, and dedicated it in the name of St. Denis. St.   
   Dunstan was invited to the dedication and wept much during mass. Being   
   asked the reason, he said it was because Edith would die in three   
   weeks, which actually happened, on 15th September AD 984.   
      
   A month afterwards, she appeared in glory, to her mother, and told her   
   the devil had tried to accuse her, but she had broken his head. Many   
   years after, King Canute laughed at the idea that the daughter of the   
   licentious Edgar could be a saint. St. Dunstan took her out of her   
   coffin and set her upright in the church, whereupon Canute was   
   terrified, and fell down in a faint. He had a great veneration for St.   
   Edith ever after.   
      
   Edited from Agnes Dunbar's "A Dictionary of Saintly Women" (1904).   
      
   Readings   
   She did not leave the world; she never knew it. – Roman Martyrology   
      
   Saint Quote:   
   God’s invitation to become saints is for all, not just a few. Sanctity   
   therefore must be accessible to all. In what does it consist? In a lot   
   of activity? No. In doing extraordinary things? No, this could not be   
   for everybody and at all times. Therefore, sanctity consists in doing   
   good, and in doing this good in whatever condition and place God has   
   placed us. Nothing more, nothing outside of this.   
   --Blessed Louis Tezza   
      
   Bible Quote:   
   Neither he who plants is anything, nor he who waters, but God who   
   gives the growth.  (I Cor. 3:7)   
      
      
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   Prayer to Mary   
      
   Mary, most holy Virgin and Queen of Martyrs, accept the sincere homage   
   of my filial affection. Into thy Heart, pierced by so many swords, do   
   thou welcome my poor soul. Receive it as the companion of thy sorrows   
   at the foot of the Cross, on which Jesus died for the redemption of   
   the world. With thee, O sorrowful Virgin, I will gladly suffer all the   
   trials, contradictions, and infirmities which it shall please Our Lord   
   to send me. I offer them all to thee in memory of thy sorrows, so   
   that: every thought of my mind and every beat of my heart may be an   
   act of compassion and of love for thee. And do thou, sweet Mother,   
   have pity on me, reconcile me to thy Divine Son, Jesus; keep me in His   
   grace and assist me in my last agony, so that I may be able to meet   
   thee in Heaven and sing thy glories.   
      
   Most holy Virgin and Mother, whose soul was pierced by a sword of   
   sorrow in the Passion of thy Divine Son, and who in His glorious   
   Resurrection wast filled with never ending joy at His triumph, obtain   
   for us who call upon thee, so to be partakers in the adversities of   
   Holy Church and the Sorrows of the Sovereign Pontiff, as to be found   
   worthy to rejoice with them in the consolations for which we pray, in   
   the charity and peace of the same Christ our Lord. Amen.   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)