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    One Goal   
      
   We know we are traveling together. If our pace is slow, go on ahead of   
   us. We won't envy you but rather will seek to catch up with you.   
   However, if you consider us capable of a quicker pace, run along with   
   us. There is only one goal, and we are all anxious to reach it—some at   
   a slow pace and others at a fast pace.   
   --St. Augustine-- Sermon on a New Canticle 4, 4   
      
   Prayer. Let everyone's sighs be uttered in longing for Christ. He   
   should be the object of our desire since he, he all-beautiful One,   
   loves repulsive people so that he might make them beautiful. Let us   
   run to him and cry out for him.   
   --St. Augustine-- Sermon on John 10, 13   
      
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   July 1st - St. Juthware, Virgin of Devonshire.   
   (Also known as Judith)   
      
   Sister of Saint Sidwell. Virgin-martyr. Many legends have grown up   
   around her, but this is all we really know.   
      
    Martyred, 7th century, Halstock (Holy Place) in northwest Dorset,   
   England. In art, she is shown as a Celtic-British maiden holding her   
   severed head; sometimes shown with St. Sidwell (St. Sativola of   
   Laneast in Cornwall?) as her sister; St Juthware's Well at Halstock   
   sprang up where the saint's severed head fell, along with a miraculous   
   oak tree. The Church of St. Mary's is built on the site, and has a   
   chapel dedicated to Juthware.   
      
   Until recently, Halstock had an inn called, 'The Quiet Woman,' with a   
   sign outside depicting a headless woman. Though the pub has sadly   
   gone, the gruesome tale it commemorated still haunts the village to   
   this day.   
      
   In the seventh century a baby girl called Juthware (pronounced Uth-   
   are), was born in the village, but it was a difficult birth and her   
   mother died leaving her to be brought up by Benna, the girl's father.   
      
   Benna looked after his daughter as best as he could, but what the girl   
   needed was a mother, and in time he relinquished his loss by taking   
   another wife. This second wife was a Welsh woman called Goneril who   
   was also a widow and had by her former husband a son called Bana. All   
   was well at first, but as the years passed Goneril began to despise   
   her step daughter, for not only was she beautiful, but she was a   
   devoted Christian, often fasting and doing penance for her sins.   
      
   Many pilgrims and wayfarers traveled the roads and would often seek   
   shelter at Juthware's father's house. Benna was a good, but sick man   
   and remembering the kindness of his first wife was always keen to show   
   hospitality. And so while they ate Juthware would pass among them with   
   drinking horns of wine and ale and listen to their wonderful stories   
   of Our Lord's birth and life.   
      
   When Benna died Juthware followed her father's example of hospitality.   
   This angered Goneril who could not stand her stepdaughter’s good   
   qualities any longer and so she contrived a plan to be rid of her.   
      
   Goneril's chance came one morning when Juthware came to her   
   complaining of chest pains. She told Juthware to rub some cheese onto   
   her chest and stomach first thing in the morning and last thing at   
   night and the pains would go.   
      
   When Goneril saw Juthware doing this she went secretly into the wood   
   and there slaughtered a lamb and left it for the wolves. The next   
   morning she went to Bana and told him that Juthware had given birth to   
   a child in the wood and had fed it to the wolves. However, Bana would   
   not believe her, so she took him into the wood and showed him the   
   remains of the bloodied carcass. But still Bana would not believe it,   
   so she brought Juthware to the wood and ordered her to remove her   
   vest. Bana examined the garment and found the stains of motherhood.   
      
   In a fit of rage he drew his sword and cut Juthware's head clean off.   
   Goneril's face was triumphant, but as she reveled in her   
   stepdaughter’s death, to her horror Juthware's severed head called to   
   her body. It jerked and slowly rising to its feet gathered the head   
   and moved with measured mechanical steps down the hill and along the   
   lane to the church and there placed her head on the altar before   
   finally dying.   
      
   Soon after, Juthware became known as Saint Juthware and a shrine was   
   dedicated to her at the place of her martyrdom.   
      
   But the gruesome tale doesn't end there, for at one o'clock in the   
   morning on All Saints Day (1st November), Saint Juthware's ghost is   
   said to return to repeat the incident. She is said to be seen carrying   
   her head in the lane leading to Abbots Hill, alias Judith Hill.   
      
   The public house 'The Quiet Woman' is no longer run as a pub, but is   
   now run as a guesthouse for visitors by Gill and Paul Tebano.   
      
      
   Saint Quote:   
   Do you wish to be great? Then begin by being. Do you desire to   
   construct a vast and lofty fabric? Think first about the foundations   
   of humility. The higher your structure is to be, the deeper must be   
   its foundation.   
   --St. Augustine   
      
   Bible Quote   
   And because you are sons, God hath sent the Spirit of his Son into   
   your hearts, crying: Abba, Father. Therefore now he is not a servant,   
   but a son. And if a son, an heir also through God.  (Galatians 4:6-7)   
      
      
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   To the Two Loving Hearts   
   By St John Eudes (1601-1680)   
      
   O Jesus, only Son of God, only Son of Mary,   
   I offer You the most loving Heart   
   of Your divine Mother   
   which is more precious   
   and pleasing to You than all hearts.   
      
   O Mary, Mother of Jesus,   
   I offer you the most adorable Heart   
   of your well-beloved Son,   
   who is the life and love and joy of your Heart.   
      
   Blessed be the Most Loving Heart   
   and Sweet Name of Our Lord Jesus Christ   
   and the most glorious   
   Virgin Mary, His Mother,   
   in eternity and forever.   
   Amen   
      
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