From: trudie.Miller@cox.net   
      
   December 17th - St. Brieg, Abbot and Founder of Quingamp, Brittany   
      
   St Brieuc (Brioch, Briach, Sant Brieg in Breton), born in British   
   Cornwall, he came to Paris where he was ordained priest by St Germanus   
   (not St Germanus of Auxerre) in the year 549. The year after, he   
   returned back to his country, converted his father, built churches and   
   monasteries, erected Crosses and worked miracles.   
      
   On the day of Pentecost of 565 an angel ordained him to cross over the   
   sea to preach the Holy Gospel to Brittany. He obeyed and landed near the   
   mouth of river Jaudy and founded a monastery which later grew into the   
   city of Treguier.   
      
   Later he left with 84 monks , journeyed eastward and founded a new   
   monastery on the location of the actual town of St Brieuc .He was   
   elected bishop (date not mentioned), died aged 90 in 614, and many   
   miracles occurred then.   
      
   His relics were translated to the abbey of St Sergius and St Bacchus by   
   King Heruspee, son of Nominoe to protect them from the Norse invaders.   
   In 1210 , an arm, two ribs and pieces of the saint's skull were   
   restituted by the monks to the bishop of St Brieuc.   
      
   Troparion of St Briach tone 8   
      
   O holy Briach, thou dost teach us the value of renunciation,   
   for thou didst renounce the world to seek salvation./   
   Therefore we pray, that our lives may show forth the   
   virtue of self denial and thereby attain the   
   eternal salvation of our souls.   
      
      
   Saint Quote:   
   Never believe you have attained such purity as you should, whilst your will is   
   not freely and gladly submissive to the holy will of God, as to all, and in   
   all,   
   even in things most repugnant.   
   -St. Francis de Sales   
      
   Bible Quote   
   1 A workman that is a drunkard shall not be rich: and he that contemneth small   
   things, shall fall by little and little.   (Ecclesiasticus  19:10)   
      
      
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   An Exercise for Confession by   
   Saint Leonard of Port Maurice.   
      
   Weep, O my soul, for all your sins. Detest your guilt beyond   
   every form of calamity; and do so with the purpose of confession.   
   For by your sins you have offended God your Father. You have   
   offended God your Creator. You have offended your God who   
   never injured you. You have offended God who elected you for   
   His adopted son. You have offended God who made you an   
   inheritor of paradise. You have offended God the highest Good,   
   goodness infinite, the fountain of grace. You have offended God   
   while in the very act of blessing you.   
      
   Weep for your sins, because you have offended a God who for   
   love of you made Himself man. You have offended a God who   
   for love of you was born in a stable. You, have offended a God   
   Who, while yet in His infancy began to shed tears and blood for   
   you. You have offended a God who for love of you lived poor and   
   unknown in a workman's shed. You have offended a God who for   
   love of you went about preaching His heavenly doctrine amid toil   
   and misery. You have offended a God who for love of you   
   instituted the most Holy Sacraments. You have offended a God   
   who for love of you has left himself to be entirely yours in the   
   Most Holy Sacrament.   
      
   You have offended a God who sweat blood for love of you. You   
   have offended a God who let himself be bound and dragged and   
   outraged for love of you. You have offended a God who caused   
   Himself to be buffeted, to be spit upon, to be kicked again and   
   again, for love of you. You have offended a God who chose to   
   be tied to a pillar, and scourged, for love of you. You have   
   offended a God who chose to be crowned with thorns for love of   
   you. You have offended a God who let himself be robed as a   
   mock king, and made an object of jest and ridicule, for love of you.   
      
    You have offended a God who let himself be loaded with a   
   heavy cross for love of you. You have offended a God who   
   caused His hands and His feet to be pierced with great nails for   
   love of you. You have offended a God who gave His last gasp   
   hanging nailed on a cross for love of you. You have offended a   
   God who let gall and vinegar be given to Him to drink for love of   
   you. You have offended a God who for a last pledge of His   
   unbounded love, left you as a son to Mary, and Mary as mother   
   to you. You have offended a God who died transfixed upon a   
   cross for your salvation. You have offended a God who let His   
   side be broken through by a spear for love of you. You have   
   offended a God who chose to be buried in a tomb. You have   
   offended a God who rose again to life, and sits at the right hand   
   of the Father, to give paradise to you.   
      
   You have offended Jesus Christ your Redeemer, your Life, your Master,   
   the Physician of your soul. You have offended a God who tried hard by   
   infinite kindness to get loved by you. You have offended a God who   
   seeks no recompense for so many benefits, but only to be loved in return   
   by you, and obeyed by you. You have offended a God who seeks after   
   your love in order to make You happy in this life, and, oh,   
   how happy in the next! You have offended a God who loves   
   you as the pupil of His eye.   
      
   My soul, my soul, you have done ill and you could bear to do so!   
   What harm had your God done to you? Tell me why you   
   have offended Him. Begin now at least to lament your sins,   
   and to love God. Oh, if I had always loved and served that   
   God who has loved me more than His own life! My love,   
   my life, my salvation, my hope!   
      
   I love Thee above all things, with my whole heart;   
   I detest my sins more than any sort of affliction. I will confess my sins,   
   and I wish never again to offend Thee, O my Redeemer!  - Amen.  -   
      
   Saint Leonard of Port Maurice   
      
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    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)