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    -- Galatians 6:2-3 --   
      
   Carry each other's burdens, and in this way you will fulfill the law   
   of Christ. If anyone thinks he is something when he is nothing, he   
   deceives himself.   
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   No Christian should ever think that he or she is totally independent   
   and doesn't need help from others, and no one should feel excused from   
   the task of helping others. The body of Christ--all believers--the   
   church--functions only when the members work together for the common   
   good. Do you know someone who needs help? Is there a Christian brother   
   or sister who needs correction or encouragement? Humbly and gently   
   reach out to that person.   
      
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   September 7th - Saint Cloud or Clodoald, Confessor   
   (522-560)   
      
   Saint Cloud is the most illustrious Saint among the princes of the   
   royal family of the first French dynasty, the Merovingians (499-752).   
   Born in 522, he was the son of Chlodomir, King of Orleans and eldest   
   son of Clovis and Saint Clotilda. He was not yet three years old when   
   his father was killed during a war. His grandmother, Saint Clotilda,   
   brought him and his two brothers to Paris to be educated, and loved   
   them dearly.   
      
   Their ambitious uncles, however, desiring to divide the kingdom of   
   Orleans between themselves, slew with their own hands the two young   
   brothers of Cloud. He, by a special dispensation of Providence, was   
   saved from the massacre. Later, renouncing the world, he privately   
   consecrated himself to the service of God. After distributing to the   
   poor what he could salvage of his heritage, he retired to a hermitage   
   to be under the discipline of a holy recluse named Severinus, who   
   dwelt near the gates of Paris and who clothed him with the monastic   
   habit. His uncles left him alone, seeing his inalterable decision to   
   live as a religious, and conceded certain heritages to him. When he   
   became famous through an act of charity rewarded by a miracle, he   
   withdrew secretly to Provence. There again, his hermitage was sought   
   out by petitioners. He decided to return to Paris, where he was   
   received with the greatest joy.   
      
   At the earnest request of the people, he was ordained a priest in 551   
   by Eusebius, Bishop of Paris, and served the Church of that city for   
   some time in the functions of the sacred ministry. Again he found   
   himself in great honor; he therefore retired to Nogent, a place now   
   known as Saint Cloud, two leagues south of Paris, where he built a   
   monastery. There he was joined by many pious men, who fled from the   
   world for fear of losing their souls in its midst. Saint Cloud was   
   chosen by them to be their Superior, and he animated them to virtue   
   both by word and example. He was also indefatigable in instructing and   
   exhorting the faithful of the neighboring regions. He died at Nogent   
   in 560, and the major part of his relics remain still in the parochial   
   church of the village.   
      
   Reflection: Let us remember, as Saint Cloud did, that “he who ruleth   
   over men must be just” (II Kings 23:3), and that it is by faith that   
   the just man lives. (Cf. Galatians 3:11).   
      
   Sources: Les Petits Bollandistes: Vies des Saints, by Msgr. Paul   
   Guérin (Bloud et Barral: Paris, 1882), Vol. 10; Little Pictorial Lives   
   of the Saints   
      
      
   Saint Quote:   
   Humility is the only thing that no devil can imitate. If pride made   
   demons out of angels, there is no doubt that humility could make   
   angels out of demons.   
   --St John Climacus   
      
   Bible Quote:   
   I reckon that the sufferings of the present time are not worthy to be   
   compared with the glory to come. (Rom. 8:18)   
      
      
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   Hymn: Jesus is our King   
      
   "The sceptre of Thy Kingdom is a sceptre of uprightness. Thou hast   
   loved justice and hated iniquity. Therefore God, Thy God, hath   
   anointed Thee with the oil of gladness above Thy fellows."--Ps. xliv.   
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   Crown Him, the Virgin's Son,   
   The God Incarnate born,   
   Whose arm those crimson trophies won   
   Which now His brow adorn.   
   Awake, my soul, and sing   
   Of Him Who died for thee;   
   And hail Him as thy glorious King   
   Through all Eternity.   
      
   Crown Him, the Lord of Love;   
   Behold His bands and side,--   
   Rich wounds, still visible above   
   In beauty glorified:   
   No angel in the sky   
   Can fully bear that sight,   
   But downward bends his burning eye   
   At mysteries so bright.   
      
   Crown Him, the Lord of Peace,   
   Whose power a sceptre sways   
   From pole to pole, that wars may cease,   
   Absorbed in prayer and praise:   
   His reign shall know no end,   
   And round His pierced feet   
   Fair flowers of Paradise extend   
   Their fragrance ever sweet.   
      
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    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)