" Contact with the visible manifestations of God's love can awaken within us a feeling of joy born of the experience of being loved. But this encounter also engages our will and our intellect. Acknowledgment of the living God is one path towards love, and the “yes” of our will to His will unites our intellect, will and sentiments in the all-embracing act of love."
Today is Michaelmas Day, the Feast of the Dedication of the Basilica of Saint Michael the Archangel on the site of the Roman Circus. In Hebrew, Saint Michael's name means, "Who is like unto God?". He is mentioned several times in Holy Scripture; here are two quotations:
"At that time shall Michael rise up, the great prince, who standeth for the children of thy people." --The prophet Daniel in his twelfth book, speaking of the end of the world
"And there was a great battle in heaven; Michael and his angels fought with the devil."--Apocalypse, 12:7
For those who would like to learn more about angels, please follow this link:
One more link will take you to Human Life International's pro-life site and its excellent "Saint Michael the Archangel Prayer Campaign" for the conversion of abortionists. It is : http://hli.org/st_michael_prayer.html/
Sancte Michael Archangele, defende nos in proelio,
contra nequitiam et insidias diaboli esto praesidium.
Imperet illi Deus, supplices deprecamur: tuque, Princeps
"It is not enough to appear good and honest: one must truly be so. And the good and honest person is one who does not obscure God’s light with his own ego, does not put himself forward, but allows God to shine through."
--Pope Benedict XVI, in his homily this morning for the feast of Saint Wenceslaus
"Autumn is the eternal corrective. It is ripeness and color and a time of maturity; but it is also breadth, and depth, and distance. What man can stand with autumn on a hilltop and fail to see the span of his world and the meaning of the rolling hills that reach to the far horizon?"
“There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are messengers of overwhelming grief...and unspeakable love.”
" The clothing of the Most Holy Virgin was silver white and quite brillliant. It was quite intangible. It was made up of light and glory, sparkling and dazzling. There is no expression nor comparison to be found on earth. The most Holy Virgin had a yellow pinafore. What am I saying, yellow? She had a pinafore more brilliant than several suns put together. It was not a tangible material; it was composed of glory, and the glory was scintillating, and ravishingly beautiful. The crown of roses which she placed on her head was so beautiful, so brilliant, that it defies imagination. The different colored roses were not of this earth; it was a joining together of flowers which crowned the Most Holy Virgin. The Most Holy Virgin was tall and well proportioned. She seemed so light that a mere breath could have stirred her, yet she was motionless and perfectly balanced. Her face was majestic, imposing. The voice of the Beautiful Lady was soft. It was enchanting, ravishing, warming to the ears. The eyes of the majestic Mary appeared thousands of times more beautiful than the rarest brilliants, diamonds, aand precious stones. They shone like two suns; but they were soft, softness itself, as clear as a mirror.
The Holy Virgin had a most pretty cross hanging around her neck.
The Holy Virgin was crying nearly the whole time she was speaking to us. Her tears flowed gently, one by one, down to her knees, then, like sparks of light they disappeared. They were glittering and full of love. I would have liked to comfort her and stop her tears."
--Translated words of Melanie Calvat to whom Our Lady appeared on September 19, 1846 as officially recognized by the Church. The text of Our Lady's message remains shrouded in secrecy, though devotees of Our Lady of La Salette include many popes, saints, and theologians.
"For if there is a testimony of the love of God for us, it is certainly Our Lord Jesus Christ crucified on the Cross for us. What more could Our Lord have done, what more could God have done, than immolate Himself on the Cross for us, to redeem us from our sins? Shall we be insensible to the sacrifice of Our Lord, of the Son of God? One can still find marked on old crucifixes of another age these words: “Can you say that I have not loved you, when you see Love carved upon this Cross?” Love carved upon the Cross! That is the crucifix: love manifested, love alive upon the Cross. Thus one can understand the desire that all holy souls have felt ever to have the crucifix before them, to find in the crucifix the support of their spirituality, the source of their spiritual life."
--from a sermon of Archbishop Marcel Lefebvre on the Feast of the Exaltation of the Holy Cross, 14 September 1975, at Ecône, Switzerland
"I understand now that perfect charity consists of enduring the faults of others, of not being at all astonished at their weaknesses, of being edified by the smallest acts of virtue which one sees them practice."
"On earth we sang harvest-songs as the wheat came into the barn and the barracks were filled; you know there is no such time on a farm as when they get the crops in; and so in heaven it will be a harvest-song on the part of those who on earth sowed in tears and reaped in joy. Angels shout all through the heavens, and multitudes come down the hills crying, "Harvest-home! harvest-borne!"
Our children are treasures entrusted to us by God Himself. How will we answer Him when He asks us what we have done with them? Here is a powerful sermon from a courageous priest which begs the question, "Where will my children spend Eternity?" The link is:
"A great thing is love--a great good in every way: which alone lightens all that is burdensome, and bears equally all that is unequal. For it carries a burden without being burdened, and makes all else that is bitter sweet and savory."
There I am and there you are, up in the sky--the moon and the star. You call to me: I answer you. Oh, tell me--can you hear it, too? How strange it is, in darkest night, to see it all in clearest light! I hear your voice upon the air; I turn to you, but you're not there. By now I shouldn't be surprised: you've disappeared before my eyes. But you are never far away; for sure as night will follow day, up in the sky--that's where we are. You are the moon and I am the star.
"My father says that almost the whole world is asleep. Everybody you know. Everybody you see. Everybody you talk to. He says that only a few people are awake and they live in a constant state of total amazement."