Your duty is to sanctify yourself. Yes, even you. Who thinks that this task is only for priests and religious? To everyone, without exception, our Lord said: Be ye perfect, as my heavenly Father is perfect. St. Josemaria

Monday, April 25, 2011

Christ is Risen!

Christ is Risen, Alleluia!

Faith in the resurrection of Jesus says that there is a future for every human being; the cry for unending life which is a part of the person is indeed answered... God exists: that is the real message of Easter. Anyone who even begins to grasp what this means also knows what it means to be redeemed. - Pope Benedict XVI April 24, 2011


I hope you had a Blessed Easter Sunday.
We were filled with lots of friends, joy, food, and rain!

Thanks to all of this Rain, we are seeing fruit of it in our Tulips.



Our Easter focus point, Christ is Risen! I filled the kids baskets with great catholic books, a chocolate bunny and one toy. They were over joyed. It was simple and real to them. They honestly think that Jesus came and left those things for them. The Innocents of children!~



Few pictures before church and it was warm and best of all it wasn't raining. Just let!







Milestone for my son, he finally left his tie on for mass!



We had a sit down dinner for 11 adults and 17 children. I had a plan A for the kids to eat outside but we had to go to a plan B and was able to make due.



I believe we had over 150 eggs and many children (young and old) going after them!



Here was the biggest problem, my two would find some and stop to eat and than find some more and stop to eat!

She is on a mission!



We found a bird's nest in the front bushes. My husband had seen a mommy bird bring food to her babies!


Can't forget about cake!

Enjoy your Easter Season!
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Monday, April 18, 2011

Viva Cristo Rey!



We have taken alot for granted in Our country for our Faith may we have the courage to protect it in case one day, we will be at war! Here is another movie you must see next to There Be Dragons.

May God keep protecting His Beautiful Holy Church!

Thursday, April 14, 2011

"Her Inner Beauty" Thursday




This a beautiful tradition that happens every year starting tomorrow, the Friday before Palm Sunday, also called "Our Lady of Sorrows Friday" until Good Friday in Spain. It so beautiful to watch. Take the time, watch it with your children. These floats carry statues of our Lady or Our Lord made in the 1500 or so. These floats weight about 300tons and about 60 to 100 men are carrying the floats under. They practice 365 days a year. They leave their church and walk towards the Cathedral of the city and then they turn around. It usually takes 10 hours. Its a high honor to be able to do this as well a way of penances.


The Beauty of the Church lives on!

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

3 Simple Rules for a Holy Life


By Pope Benedict said: there are three simple rules for living a holy life:

1. “Never let a Sunday go by without an encounter with the risen Christ in the Eucharist; this is not an added burden, it is light for the entire week.”

2. “Never begin or end a day without at least a brief contact with God” in prayer.

3. “And along the pathway of our lives, follow the road signs that God has given us in the Ten Commandments, read in the light of Christ; they are nothing other than explanations of what is love in specific situations.”

St. Peter’s Square April 13

Don't you just Love our Church! May God protect you, my dear Pope Benedict!

Thursday, April 7, 2011

" Inner Beauty Thursdays"

Today, I saw a wonderful Clip over at Melody's Blog; Blossoming Joy about The Catholic Project. Here a priest talks about how we need to show the world the real church, the Beauty of the Catholic Church. I thought, Father, what wonderful idea, so it would be just wonderful to show the world, the true beauty of Our Faith, Her inner Beauty. Take up this challenge, show your readers the inner Beauty of the Catholic Faith, you may use this image from above or your own but don't forget to link back here or entry your link for the world to see.

Its our right, its our duty to show the world Her inner Beauty but most of all by the way we live our Faith.



Here is my first post on the Inner Beauty of the Catholic Faith. The youth is the future of the Church, may they respond with wisdom, courage and love!


Saturday, April 2, 2011

How will you adore Him?

A Little Chinese Girl

Fr. Karl Maria Harrer Translated from the German, from Die Schonsten Eucharistischen

I don't know her name - a humble little 13 year-old girl, goodness in person, as the Sister told me. And that's all I knew about her, when the Communists came into our town. I knelt at the Communion rail in the church, and stayed there, praying and waiting to see what would happen. Each time there was a noise in the church or a gruff order given out in the street, I expected to be killed. Meanwhile, nothing happened. The next day I had a visitor. The police I thought, and a tremor of fear seized me.


No, this was a very polite officer who spoke perfect Chinese. The conversation went approximately like this: "Just keep on with your work as usual," he said. I offered him a cigar; he bowed and left smiling. Nothing unusual occurred in the few days following. The soldiers were reserved and looked at me with curiosity as I walked down the street. The only thing that bothered me was the visit of a certain inspector. Several months passed and I was beginning to get used to the Communist regime. But a storm arose quickly. One lovely summer day, this inspector came into the school, accompanied by four soldiers. They entered without knocking. "Times have changed now for China," he said, "and all this pious stuff has to be burned. Now, dear children, we are going to start."


While he said this, the inspector and the soldiers tore the crucifix, holy pictures, blackboards and statues from the walls. They laid them on the desks. They ordered the children to carry them to the toilet in a box. The children were frightened. They hesitated. "Faster!" yelled the inspector, "or I'll use my revolver." After, as before, there was resistance. In the last desk there was a little girl, her lips pressed together, her hands folded, motionless as a statue. "Hey, you back there!" yelled the inspector, and rushed toward her. He burst forth in blasphemies. "Take this," he threatened angrily.


The child lowered her eyes, but did not move. The other children were as if petrified. There was a deathly silence. The shot and the falling of broken glass brought forth screams and tears from the children. Attracted by the noise people came running and soon there was a big crowd of people in front of the school. The inspector kept on yelling, the child did not move. Only a big tear rolled down her cheek. The inspector's situation was being made more difficult. He pulled himself together, looked at the people and yelled: "Find her father and gather all the people together in the church..."


When the church was full, the little girl's father was brought in, his hands fastened behind his back. He was placed to the right of the Communion rail. His child was roughly forced to the Communion rail. Then, after the inspector cleared his throat, he began: "You have been taught that your God is powerful and that He lives in the tabernacle. Now I'm going to show you how you have been deceived. He can't do anything! We are going to trample Him with our boots now, and He won't even budge!" Then the soldiers came, and with their revolvers forced open the tabernacle door.


There was an anxious silence. The inspector grabbed the ciborium, opened it and strewed the Hosts all over the sanctuary floor. "Trample their God!" he commanded the soldiers. And they did it. "Now, what do you have to say?" he yelled. Everyone caught his or her breath. "Do you still believe in those fairytales your priest told you?" "Look here." He turned to the child's father. "Answer!" "Yes!" the father answered softly. "Take him away!" he yelled. At that moment a non-commissioned officer approached the inspector and spoke with him. He listened to him and submitted to higher authority. "Everyone leave the church! Only the child is to stay at the Communion rail!"


I was detained and locked in the coalbin of the church. There was a small opening facing the sanctuary where I could see the scattered Hosts and the little girl who was leaning against the wall. Shortly afterwards a lovely young woman entered and smiled. She was wearing beautiful clothes. "Poor child," she said, hugging her. "Poor little one, what have these men done to you? Come with me. Will you?" The child began to sob and fell into the woman's arms and they left. I don't know what happened then. In this dark prison I forgot the day and the hour. I prayed, I slept, I was hungry and thirsty and had a headache.


All around me was deathly still. But I heard sounds that I would not ordinarily have heard. Was it morning yet? I heard a door opening with a soft sound. I looked through my peephole. And what did I see? There was the little girl, who hesitantly approached the sanctuary, stopped, looked around, went a few steps farther, then knelt down, bowed respectfully, bent her head down to the floor and, with her tongue, took a holy desecrated Host. She raised herself, folded her hands, closed her eyes and prayed. After a while she stood up and disappeared. And every morning the same thing happened.


That was my comfort in my dark prison. Impatiently I awaited the first glimmer of morning, and the little girl who came to receive Holy Communion. Her lovely appearance, her smiling eyes, her shy and hesitant movements enchanted me more and more. How often did she come? I couldn't say. But one morning when she came to her Jesus again, knelt, folded her hands and was deep in prayer... the door of the church was opened with a crash. I heard wild shouts, then a shot. The child had fallen, her face paled. Supporting herself with one hand, she crept along painfully to a Host and received Holy Communion. The soldier approached and looked at the child. For the last time she tried to get up and fold her hands, but she fell backwards and struck her head on the floor with a dull sound.


Then she closed her eyes forever. The soldier, looking at the child and the Hosts, remained for a moment deep in thought and undecided. Then with heavy steps he went away and left the church. I was still in shock from the painful sight of what had happened to the child, martyr. Then the door of my prison was opened. The same soldier stood there and said: "Sir, you are free!" I went into the sanctuary as fast as I could. I scarcely knelt down beside the small dead body when the same soldier stood in front of me. "Sir," he said to me, "if in every town there was such a little girl, no soldier would ever again fight for the Communists!"


I still had time to bury the little martyr but, immediately after that, on the main road to the cemetery, a man approached me, invited me to get into his car and brought me to the border


The story above moved Archbishop Fulton Sheen to make a vow to pray a holy hour in front of the Blessed Sacrament for the rest of his life.


How about you? Did it move you? How will you adore Him? When will you adore Him?


May we all adore Him with the most profound love!