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|    Love is sufficient of itself    |
|    20 Mar 19 22:35:58    |
      From: richarra@gmail.com              Love is sufficient of itself              Love is sufficient of itself; it gives pleasure by itself and because       of itself. It is its own merit, its own reward. Love looks for no       cause outside itself, no effect beyond itself. Its profit lies in the       practice. Of all the movements, sensations and feelings of the soul,       love is the only one in which the creature can respond to the Creator       and make some sort of similar return however unequal though it be. For       when God loves, all he desires is to be loved in return. The sole       purpose of his love is to be loved, in the knowledge that those who       love him are made happy by their love of him.       --from a sermon by Saint Bernard of Clairvaux              <<>><<>><<>>       March 21st – St. Benedict, Father of Western Monasticism              Saint Benedict, blessed by grace as his prophetic name seemed to       foretell, was born of a noble Italian family in Umbria, in the year       480. As a boy he showed great inclination for virtue, and maturity in       his actions. He was sent to Rome at the age of 7, to be placed in the       public schools. At the age of 14, alarmed by the licentiousness of the       Roman youth, he fled to the desert mountains of Subiaco, 40 miles from       Rome, and was directed by the Holy Spirit into a deep, craggy, and       almost inaccessible cave, since known as the Holy Grotto. He lived       there for 3 years, unknown to anyone save a holy monk named Romanus,       who clothed him with the monastic habit and brought him food.              He was eventually discovered, when, one Easter day, God advised a       priest who lived about four miles from there, to take food to His       servant, who was starving. The priest searched in the hills and       finally found the solitary, and they took their meal together. Some       shepherds also knew of his retreat, and soon the fame of this hermit’s       sanctity began to spread. The demon persecuted him, but to no avail;       when a temptation of the flesh assailed him, he rolled in a clump of       thorns and nettles, and came out of it covered with blood but sound in       spirit.              Disciples came to him, and under his direction, numerous monasteries       were founded. The rigor of the rule he drew up, however, brought upon       him the hatred of some of the monks, and one of them mixed poison with       the Abbot’s drink. When the Saint made the sign of the cross on the       poisoned bowl, it broke and fell in pieces to the ground.              Saint Benedict resurrected a boy whose father pleaded for that       miracle, saying “Give me back my son!” He replied, “Such miracles are       not for us to work, but for the blessed apostles! Why will you lay       upon me a burden which my weakness cannot bear?” But finally, moved by       compassion, he prostrated himself upon the body of the child, and       prayed: “Behold not, O Lord, my sins, but the faith of this man, and       restore the soul which Thou hast taken away!” And the child rose up,       and walked to the waiting arms of his father. When a monk lost the       iron head of his axe in a river, the Abbot told him to throw the       handle in after it, and it rose from the river bed to resume its       former place.              Six days before his death, Saint Benedict ordered his grave to be       prepared, then fell ill of a fever. On the sixth day he asked to be       carried to the chapel, and, having received the sacred Body and Blood       of Christ, with hands uplifted and leaning on one of his disciples, he       calmly expired in prayer, on the 21st of March, 543.              Reflection. The Saints never feared to undertake any work for God,       however arduous, because distrusting self they relied for assistance       and support wholly upon prayer.              Sources: Little Pictorial Lives of the Saints, a compilation based on       Butler’s Lives of the Saints and other sources by John Gilmary Shea                     Saint Quote:       If you want God to hear your prayers, hear the voice of the poor. If       you wish God to anticipate your wants, provide those of the needy       without waiting for them to ask you. Especially anticipate the needs       of those who are ashamed to beg. To make them ask for alms is to make       them buy it.       --St. Thomas of Villanova                     Bible Quote       And it came to pass afterwards, that he went into a city that is       called Naim; and there went with him his disciples, and a great       multitude. 12 And when he came nigh to the gate of the city, behold a       dead man was carried out, the only son of his mother; and she was a       widow: and a great multitude of the city was with her. 13 Whom when       the Lord had seen, being moved with mercy towards her, he said to her:       Weep not. 14 And he came near and touched the bier. And they that       carried it, stood still. And he said: Young man, I say to thee, arise.       15 And he that was dead, sat up, and began to speak. And he gave him       to his mother. 16 And there came a fear on them all: and they       glorified God, saying: A great prophet is risen up among us: and, God       hath visited his people. (Luke 7:11-16)                     <><><><>       O Jesus King Most Wonderful:       From The Raccolta              O Jesus, King most wonderful,       Thou Conqueror renowned!       Thou Sweetness most ineffable,       In Whom all joys are found!              When once Thou visitest the heart,       Then truth begins to shine;       The earthly vanities depart;       Then kindles love Divine.              O Jesus, Light of all below!       Thou Fount of life and fire,       Surpassing all the joys we know,       And all we can desire!              May every heart confess Thy Name,       And ever Thee adore;       And seeking Thee, itself inflame       To seek Thee more and more.              Thee may our tongues forever bless;       Thee may we love alone;       And ever in our lives express       The image of Thine Own. Amen.               --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05        * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)    |
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