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   April 23rd - St. Ibar   
      
   A pre-Patrician Irish saint, who laboured in the present County Wexford from   
   425 to 450, recognized the jurisdiction of St. Patrick, and was confirmed in   
   his episcopacy. Thus, though a missionary before the arrival of the great   
   national apostle, St. Ibar was a contemporary of St. Patrick, and is   
   regarded as the patron of Begerin, in Wexford harbour. Although at first not   
   disposed to yield to St. Patrick he afterwards submitted and became his   
   disciple. Much obscurity attaches to his early training, but about the year   
   480 he settled at Begerin, where he built an oratory and cell. In the "Life   
   of St. Abban" it is stated that St. Ibar's retreat was soon peopled with   
   numerous disciples from all parts of Ireland, and the "Litany of Aengus"   
   invokes the three thousand confessors who placed themselves under St. Ibar's   
   direction. His nephew, St. Abban, as a boy of twelve came to Begerin in St.   
   Ibar's old age and accompanied him to Rome. His name is variously written   
   Ibar, Iberius, and Ivor, and his death is chronicled in the year 500 on 23   
   April, on which day his feast is observed. Although Begerin was formerly an   
   island in the north of Wexford harbour, it has long since been one of the   
   reclaimed Sloblands.   
      
   The Catholic Encyclopedia, Volume VII   
      
      
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   Troparion of St. Ibar tone 8   
      
   Thou didst prepare the way for Saint Patrick by thy fearless   
   preaching in Ireland, O holy Father Ibar./ Pray for the present   
   dwellers in Meath and Leinster and for all in these Islands,/   
   that the true Faith may spread in our own days, to the glory of   
   God.   
      
      
   Saint Quote:   
   O God, let me know you and love you so that I may find joy in you; and if I   
   cannot do so fully in this life, let me at least make some progress every   
   day, until at last that knowledge, love and joy come to me in all their   
   plenitude. While I am here on earth let me know you fully; let my love for   
   you grow deeper here, so that there I may love you fully. On earth then I   
   shall have great joy in hope, and in heaven complete joy in the fulfillment   
   of my hope.   
      
   O, Lord, through your Son you command us, no, you counsel us to ask, and you   
   promise that you will hear us so that our joy may be complete. Give me then   
   what you promise to give through your Truth. You, O God, are faithful; grant   
   that I may receive my request, so that my joy may be complete.   
   --Saint Anselm of Canterbury   
      
   Bible Quote:   
   Behold, he cometh with the clouds, and every eye shall see him, and they   
   also that pierced him. And all the tribes of the earth shall bewail   
   themselves because of him. Even so. Amen. 8 I am Alpha and Omega, the   
   beginning and the end, saith the Lord God, who is, and who was, and who is   
   to come, the Almighty.  (Apoc. 1:7-8)   
      
      
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   Prayer to Jesus Suffering   
      
   (Our Lord said to Saint Mechtilde: "Behold, I make over to thee all the   
   bitterness of My passion, that thou mayest offer it to me again as though it   
   were thine own possession. And whoever shall do this, shall receive double   
   at my hand, and whenever he renews this offering he shall surely receive the   
   double; and this is that hundredfold which a man receives in this life, and   
   in the world to come, life everlasting.")   
      
   O most gracious Jesus, Redeemer and Savior of the whole human race, I recall   
   to Thy mind with gratitude and love all the sorrow and anxiety which Thou,   
   my Creator and my God, didst feel in Thine agony, when Thou didst pray yet   
   longer, and didst bedew the earth with the sweat of Blood, wrung from Thee   
   by Thine exceeding anguish, desire and love, beseeching Thee by all and each   
   of those most sacred drops, all which I here offer Thee with devout   
   affection, that Thou wouldst wash away all the stains of my sins. I recall   
   to Thy mind Thy being unjustly bound with heavy chains.   
      
   Thy innumerable stripes and blows, and all the contumely and the blasphemy   
   wherewith Thou wast assailed, when all proclaimed Thee a deceiver of the   
   people; when Thou wast falsely accused before Pilate, ignominiously mocked   
   by Herod, and set aside for an impious robber; and when all the whole   
   multitude clamorously demanded that Thou shouldst be crucified.   
      
   All this Thou didst endure with such love and such patience that although   
   Thou couldst by one look have appalled Thine adversaries, and with one word   
   convicted the false witnesses against Thee, yet Thou didst submit to be led   
   like a sheep to the slaughter, and stand before Thy judge with Thy head   
   bowed in humility, Thine eyes fixed on the ground, not once opening Thy   
   mouth to speak one word of complaint at the lying accusations brought   
   against Thee.   
      
   Wherefore I give Thee thanks on behalf of all mankind, and offer Thee all   
   the outrages and insults heaped on Thee, in satisfaction for all the insults   
   I have offered Thee by my sins.   
      
   I give Thee thanks also and I recall to Thy mind Thy most cruel and   
   excessive scourging, wherewith Thy whole body was so gashed and torn, that   
   from the sole of Thy foot to the top of Thy head there was no soundness in   
   Thee. I set forth now before Thee, likewise, that intolerable anguish Thou   
   didst feel when the crown of thorns was so harshly forced upon Thy kingly   
   head, when the sharp thorns pierced Thy head and Thy brow, and were thrust   
   into Thy brain, and Thy most gentle loving face, into which the angels   
   desire to look, was covered with slow trickling drops of Thy roseate Blood.   
      
   O most pitiful Jesus, I now recall to Thy mind, the unutterable anguish   
   which thrilled through Thy whole body, when Thou wast fastened to the cross   
   with iron nails, when Thou wast lifted up on high on Thy cross, and   
   blasphemed by the Jews, mocked in Thy thirst with vinegar and gall, and hung   
   up between two robbers, as the refuse and off-scouring of all creatures.   
      
   Lastly, O most gracious Jesus, I recall to Thy mind with gratitude and   
   compassion all and each of the sorrows Thou didst feel throughout Thy whole   
   most sacred body and especially in Thy sweetest Heart, by reason of Thy fore   
   knowledge that Thy most bitter, most shameful, most guiltless Passion would   
   be of no avail to so many; and when Thy deified Heart itself broke with   
   excessive love and grief, and Thy most holy soul quitted Thy blessed body   
   with an inconceivable pang!   
      
   For all these, Thy sorrows, I give Thee infinite thanks; and through Thy   
   sweetest Heart, in the power of the Holy Spirit, in behalf of, and with the   
   love of all creatures, I offer Thee all Thy grief, and pain, and torment of   
   body and soul, throughout all the time of Thy Passion, for all the sins I   
   have committed, for all the good I have left undone or done negligently, and   
   to turn away all the punishment I have so justly deserved. Do Thou now   
      
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