O My God, I adore You
and I love You with all my heart.
I thank You for having created me,
for having made me a Catholic
and for having watched over me this day.
Pardon me for the evil I have done this day;
and if I have done any good,
deign to accept it.
Watch over me while I take my rest
and deliver me from danger.
O My God, I adore You
Before sharing some memories of my experience as a lay missionary, I would like to thank the Columban Fathers for giving me the opportunity to live one of the greatest life experiences I have ever had.
God be in my head and in my understanding.
God be in my eyes and in my looking.
God be in my mouth and in my speaking.
God be in my heart and in my thinking.
God be at my end and at my departing.
Hail, Holy Queen, Mother of Mercy.
Hail our life, our sweetness and our hope!
To You do we cry, poor banished children of Eve!
To You do we send up our sighs;
mourning and weeping in this vale of tears!
Turn, most gracious Advocate,
your eyes of mercy toward us;
and after this, our exile,
show unto us the blessed fruit of Your womb, Jesus!
your heart was filled with great charity
for God and man.
Our Lord returned your love
and allowed you to exchange mystically
your heart with His.
Pray for all whose hearts
are afflicted with illness, fear, or loneliness.
Teach us to be resigned to God's will
in all the trials and sicknesses.
The Korean War, to which many in the United States refer as the “Forgotten War,” was six decades in the past by 2010, although the paranoid rogue state of North Korea still served as a chilling reminder of the conflict.
Father, hear our prayers for the salvation of the world.
Grant Mercy to all souls that turned away from You.
Open their hearts and minds with Your light.
Gather Your children from the east and the west,
from the north and the south.
Christ be with me, Christ within me
Christ behind me, Christ before me
Christ beside me, Christ to win me
Christ to comfort me and restore me.
Christ beneath me, Christ above me
Christ in quiet, Christ in danger
Christ in hearts of all that love me
Christ in mouth of friend or stranger.
St. John XXIII, Your simple and meek persona
carried the scent of God
and the desire of goodness
was inflamed in the heart.
Pray for us so that we do not limit ourselves
to mourn the darkness
but rather to enkindle the light,
bringing Christ everywhere
and always praying to Mary.
I used to work with the prison ministry as a seminarian, visiting the national penitentiary called Bilibid, a place for the "rejected and discarded," both young and old men and women deemed "worthless" by society, their communities and even by their own families and friends. One young man, 17 years old, approached me and told me his story.