See God in Your Neighbor
- From: "Trudie" <trudie.Miller@xxxxxxx>
- Date: Thu, 3 Jan 2008 10:47:14 -0600
See God in Your Neighbor
You who do not yet see God will, by loving your neighbor, make
yourself worthy of seeing him. By loving your neighbor, you cleanse your eyes so
you can
see God.
Love your neighbor, then, and see within yourself the source of this love of
neighbor. There
you will see God insofar as you are able.
- Sermon on John 17, 8
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January 3rd - St. Geneviève, Virgin
(422-512)
Saint Genevieve was born at Nanterre, near Paris. Saint Germanus, when passing
through that village, noticed this little shepherdess and predicted her future
sanctity. At seven years of age she made a vow of perpetual chastity. After the
death of her parents, Paris became her abode, but she often traveled on works of
mercy in which she was assisted by the gifts of prophecy and miracles.
At one time she was cruelly persecuted. Her enemies, jealous of her power,
called her a hypocrite and tried to drown her, but when Saint Germanus sent her
some blessed bread as a token of esteem, the outcry ceased. Ever afterwards she
was honored as a Saint.
During the siege of Paris by Childeric, king of the Franks, Genevieve went out
with a few followers and procured grain for the starving citizens. Childeric,
though a pagan, respected her, and at her request spared the lives of many
prisoners. When Attila and his Huns were approaching the city for another
incursion, the inhabitants, instead of taking flight, asked her aid; and
listening to her exhortations they undertook prayer and penance, thus averting
the impending scourge, as she had foretold would be possible. Clovis, when
converted from paganism by his holy wife, Saint Clotilda, made Genevieve his
constant adviser, and, in spite of his violent character, became a generous and
Christian king.
Saint Genevieve died in 512, at the age of eighty-nine. When in 1129 a
pestilence broke out at Paris, in a short time it swept off fourteen thousand
persons, and, in spite of all human efforts, daily added to its victims. At
length, on November 26th, the reliquary of Saint Genevieve was carried in solemn
procession through the city. That same day only three persons died; the rest
recovered, and no others were taken ill. This was but the first of a series of
miraculous favors which the city of Paris has obtained through the relics of its
patron Saint.
Reflection. Genevieve was only a poor peasant girl, but Christ dwelt in her
heart. She was anointed with His Spirit, and with power; she went about doing
good, and God was with her.
Little Pictorial Lives of the Saints, a compilation based on Butler's Lives of
the Saints and other sources by John Gilmary Shea (Benziger Brothers: New York,
1894).
Saint Quote:
In her voyage across the ocean of this world, the Church is like a great ship
being pounded by the waves of life's different stresses. Our duty is not to
abandons ship but to keep her on her course.
Let us stand fast in what is right, and prepare our souls for trial. Let us wait
upon God's strengthening aid and say to him: "O Lord, you have been our refuge
in all generations."
Let us trust in him who has placed this burden upon us. What we ourselves cannot
bear let us bear with the help of Christ. For he is all-powerful, and he tells
us: "My yoke is easy, and my burden light."
Let us continue the fight on the day of the Lord. The days of anguish and of
tribulation have overtaken us; if God so wills, "let us die for the holy laws of
our fathers," so that we may deserve to obtain an eternal inheritance with them.
--from a letter by Saint Boniface
Bible Quote:
My spirit hath rejoiced in God My Savior, because He hath regarded the humility
of His handmaid. St. Luke 1:47-48
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PANGE, LINGUA, GLORIOSI
Sing, my tongue, the Saviour's glory,
Of His Flesh the mystery sing;
Of the Blood, all price exceeding,
Shed by our immortal King,
Destined, for the world's redemption,
From a noble womb to spring.
Of a pure and spotless Virgin
Born for us on earth below,
He, as Man with man conversing,
Stay'd, the seeds of truth to sow;
Then He closed in solemn order
Wondrously His life of woe.
On the night of that Last Supper,
Seated with His chosen band,
He the Paschal victim eating,
First fulfils the Law's command;
Then, as Food to His Apostles
Gives Himself with His own hand.
Word made Flesh, the bread of nature
By His word to Flesh He turns;
Wine into His Blood He changes:-
What though sense no change discerns?
Only be the heart in earnest,
Faith her lesson quickly learns.
Therefore, we, before It bending,
This great Sacrament adore;
Types and shadows have their ending
In the new rite evermore:
Faith, our outward sense amending,
Maketh good defects before.
Honor, laud, and praise addressing
To the Father and the Son,
Might ascribe we, virtue, blessing,
And eternal benison:
Holy Ghost, from both progressing,
Equal laud to Thee be done. Amen.
(translated by. E. Caswall)
V. Thou didst send them bread from heaven,
R. Having in itself every delight.
Let us pray.
O God, who under this wonderful Sacrament hast left us a
memorial of Thy Passion: grant us, we beseech Thee, so to
reverence the sacred mysteries of Thy Body and Thy Blood,
that we may ever feel within ourselves the fruit of Thy
redemption: Who livest and reignest for ever and ever. Amen
.
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