Daily Archives: May 21, 2010

Psalm 100, Blessing Psalter

100 So that God blesses and makes real the desires of the people that are in accordance with His will.
1 Cry out with joy to the Lord, all the earth.
2 Serve the Lord with gladness.
Come before him, singing for joy.

3 Know that he, the Lord, is God.
He made us, we belong to him,
we are his people, the sheep of his flock.

4 Go within his gates, giving thanks.
Enter his courts with songs of praise.
Give thanks to him and bless his name.

5 Indeed, how good is the Lord,
eternal his merciful love.
He is faithful from age to age.

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Miracles of the Rosary

From St. Louis de Montfort’s Secret of the Rosary:

Miracles

While Saint Dominic was preaching the Rosary in Carcasone, a heretic made fun of the miracles and the fifteen mysteries of the Holy Rosary, and this prevented other heretics from being converted. As a punishment God suffered fifteen thousand devils to enter the man’s body.

His parents took him to Father Dominic to be delivered from the evil spirits. He started to pray and begged everyone who was there to say the Rosary out loud with him, and at each Hail Mary Our Lady drove out one hundred devils out of the heretic’s body and they came out in the form of red hot coals.

After he had been delivered he abjured his former errors, was converted and joined the Rosary Confraternity. Several of his associates did the same, having been greatly moved by his punishment and by the power of the Rosary.

The learned Franciscan, Carthagena, as well as several other authors, say that an extraordinary event took place in 1482: The Venerable James Sprenger and other religious of his order were zealously working to reestablish devotion to the Holy Rosary and also to erect a Confraternity in the city of Cologne.

Unfortunately two priests who were famous for their preaching ability were jealous of the great influence they were exerting through preaching the Rosary. So these two Fathers spoke against this devotion whenever they had a chance, and as they were very eloquent and had a great reputation they persuaded many people not to join the Confraternity.

One of them, bound and determined to achieve his wicked end, wrote a special sermon against the Rosary and planned to give it the following Sunday. But when it came time for the sermon he never appeared and, after a certain amount of waiting somebody went to fetch him. He was found dead, and evidently had died alone without any one to help him and without seeing a priest.

After convincing himself that death had been due to natural causes, the other priest decided to carry out his friend’s plan and hoped to put an end to the Confraternity of the Rosary. However, when the day came for him to preach and it was time to give the sermon God punished him by striking him down with paralysis which deprived him both of the use of his limbs and of his power of speech.

At last he admitted his sin and likewise that of his friend and immediately, in his heart of hearts, he silently besought Our Lady to help him. He promised her that is she would only cure him he would preach the Holy Rosary with as much zeal as that with which he had formerly fought against it. For this end he implored her to restore his health and speech which she did, and finding himself instantaneously cured he rose up like another Saul, a persecutor turned defender of the Holy Rosary. He publicly acknowledged his former error and ever after preached the wonders of the Most Holy Rosary with great zeal and eloquence.

I am quite sure that freethinkers and ultra-critical people of today will question the truth of the stories in this little book, in the very same way that they have always questioned most things, but all that I have done has been to copy them from very good contemporary writers and also, in part, from a book that was written only a short time ago: “The Mystical Rose Tree,” by the Reverend Antonin Thomas, O.P.

Everyone knows that there are three different kinds of faith by which we believe different kinds of stories:

  • To stories of Holy Scripture we own DIVINE FAITH;
  • To stories concerning other than religious subjects, which do not militate against common sense and which are written by trustworthy authors, we pay the tribute of HUMAN FAITH; whereas
  • To stories about holy subjects which are told by good authors and are not in the slightest degree contrary to reason, faith, or morals (even though they may sometimes deal with happenings which are above the ordinary run of events) we pay the tribute of PIOUS FAITH.

I agree that we must be neither too credulous nor too critical and that we should remember that “virtue takes the middle course” – keeping a happy medium in all things in order to find just where truth and virtue lie. But on the other hand I know equally well that charity easily leads us to believe all that is not contrary to faith or morals: “Charity ….believeth all things;” *1* in the same way pride induces us to doubt even well authenticated stories on the plea that they are not to be found in the Bible.

This is one of the devil’s traps; heretics of the past who denied Tradition have fallen into it and overcritical people of today are falling into it too without even realizing it.

People of this kind refuse to believe what they do not understand or what is not to their liking, simply because of their own spirit of pride and independence.

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Thirty Days’ Prayer to Mary

Ever glorious and blessed Mary,
Queen of Virgins,
Mother of Mercy,
hope and comfort of dejected and desolate souls,
through that sword of sorrow
which pierced thy tender heart
whilst thine only Son,
Christ Jesus, our Lord,
suffered death and ignominy on the cross;
through that filial tenderness
and pure love He had for thee,
grieving in thy grief,
whilst from His cross He recommended thee
to the care and protection
of His beloved disciple, St. John,
take pity,  I beseech thee,
on my poverty and necessities;
have compassion on my anxieties and cares;
assist and comfort me
in all my infirmities and miseries,
of what kind soever.

Thou art the Mother of Mercies,
the sweet comforter
and only refuge of the needy and the orphan,
of the desolate and afflicted.
Cast, therefore,
an eye of pity on a miserable,
forlorn child of Eve,
and hear my prayer;
for since,
in just punishment of my sins,
I find myself encompassed by a multitude of evils,
and oppressed with much anguish of spirit,
wither can I fly for more secure shelter,
O amiable Mother of my Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ,
than under the wings of thy maternal protection?

Attend, therefore,
I beseech thee,
with an ear of pity and compassion,
to my humble and earnest request.

I ask it,
through the bowels of mercy of thy dear Son;
Through that love and condescension wherewith
He embraced our nature, when,
in compliance with the divine Will,
thou gavest thy consent, and whom,
after the expiration of nine months
thou didst bring forth
from the chaste enclosure of thy womb,
to visit the world,
and bless it with His presence.

I ask it,
through that anguish of mind
wherewith thy beloved Son,
our dear Saviour,
was overwhelmed on the Mount of Olives,
when He besought His eternal Father
to remove from Him, if possible,
the bitter chalice of His future passion.

I ask it,
through the threefold repetition
of His prayers in the garden,
whence afterwards,
with dolorous steps and mournful tears,
thou didst accompany Him to the doleful theatre
of His death and sufferings.

I ask it,
through the welts and bruises of His virginal flesh,
occasioned by the cords and whips
wherewith He was bound and scourged,
when stripped of His seamless garment,
for which His executioners afterwards cast lots.

I ask it,
through the scoffs and ignominies
by which He was insulted;
the false accusations and unjust sentence
by which He was condemned to death,
and which He bore with heavenly patience. 

I ask it,
through His bitter tears and bloody sweat;
His silence and resignation;
His sadness and grief of heart.

I ask it,
through the blood which trickled
from His royal and Sacred Head,
when struck with the scepter of a reed
and pierced with His crown of thorns.

I ask it,
through the excruciating torments He suffered,
when His hands and feet were fastened
with gross nails to the tree of the cross.

I ask it,
through His vehement thirst,
and bitter potion of vinegar and gall.

I ask it,
through His dereliction on the cross
when He exclaimed,
“My God! my God! why hast Thou forsaken me?”

I ask it,
through His mercy extended to the good thief,
and through His recommending
His precious soul and spirit
into the hands of His eternal Father
before He expired, saying, “It is consummated.”

I ask it,
through the blood mixed with water,
which issued from His Sacred Side
when pierced with a lance,
and whence a flood of grace
and mercy has flowed to us.

I ask it,
through His immaculate life,
bitter passion and ignominious death on the cross,
at which nature itself was thrown into convulsions,
by the bursting of rocks,
rending of the veil of the Temple,
the earthquake,
and the darkness of the sun and moon. 

I ask it,
through His descent into hell,
where He confronted the Saints
of the old law with His presence,
and led the captivity captive.

I ask it,
through His glorious victory over death,
when He arose again to life on the third day,
and through the joy
which His appearance for forty days after gave thee,
His blessed Mother,
His Apostles,
and the rest of His Disciples;
when in thine and their presence
He miraculously ascended into heaven.

I ask it,
through the grace of the Holy Spirit,
infused into the hearts of His Disciples,
when

Psalm 97, Blessing Psalter

97 So that spells go away from people.
1 The Lord is king, let earth rejoice,
let all the coastlands be glad.
2 Cloud and darkness are his raiment;
his throne, justice and right.

3 A fire prepares his path;
it burns up his foes on every side.
4 His lightnings light up the world,
the earth trembles at the sight.

5 The mountains melt like wax
before the Lord of all the earth.
6 The skies proclaim his justice;
all peoples see his glory.

7 Let those who serve idols be ashamed,
those who boast of their worthless gods.
All you spirits, worship him.

8 Zion hears and is glad;
the people of Judah rejoice
because of your judgments, O Lord.

9 For you indeed are the Lord
most high above all the earth,
exalted far above all spirits.

10 The Lord loves those who hate evil;
he guards the souls of his saints;
he sets them free from the wicked.

11 Light shines forth for the just
and joy for the upright of heart.
12 Rejoice, you just, in the Lord;
give glory to his holy name.

Psalm 88, Blessing Psalter

88 So that God protects all those who have no protector and are suffering from hard-hearted fellows.
.2 Lord my God, I call for help by day;
I cry at night before you.
.3 Let my prayer come into your presence.
O turn your ear to my cry.

.4 For my soul is filled with evils;
my life is on the brink of the grave.
.5 I am reckoned as one in the tomb;
I have reached the end of my strength,

.6 Like one alone among the dead,
like the slain lying in their graves,
like those you remember no more,
cut off, as they are, from your hand.

.7 You have laid me in the depths of the tomb,
in places that are dark, in the depths.
.8 Your anger weighs down upon me;
I am drowned beneath your waves.

.9 You have taken away my friends
and made me hateful in their sight.
Imprisoned, I cannot escape;
.10 my eyes are sunken with grief.

I call to you, Lord, all the day long;
to your I stretch out my hands.
.11 Will you work your wonders for the dead?
Will the shades stand and praise you?

.12 Will your love be told in the grave
or your faithfulness among the dead?
.13 Will your wonders be known in the dark
or your justice in the land of oblivion?

.14 As for me, Lord, I call to you for help;
in the morning my prayer comes before you.
.15 Lord, why do you reject me?
Why do you hide your face?

.16 Wretched, close to death from my youth,
I have borne your trials; I am numb.
.17 Your fury has swept down upon me;
your terrors have utterly destroyed me.

.18 They surround me all the day like a flood,
they assail me all together.
.19 Friend and neighbor you have taken away:
my one companion is darkness.