In recent years, Chile has received hundreds of thousands of desperate migrants from other parts of Latin America. Fr. Daniel (Dan) Harding tells the story of some of these migrants who live in the parish of San Columbano, Santiago, Chile.
O Lord Jesus Christ,
Who granted to blessed Bernardine, Your Confessor,
a surpassing love for Your holy Name;
we beg You by his merits and intercession,
graciously pour into our hearts
the spirit of Your love.
Who lives and reigns,
with God the Father
in the unity of the Holy Spirit,
world without end.
Lord Jesus Christ,
You are the Author of Life,
who died and now lives forevermore.
May we who work and pray
that children in the womb may be protected
Always draw strength, confidence, and joy
From Your victory over death,
For you are Lord forever and ever.
My Queen and my Mother,
I give myself entirely to you;
and to show my devotion to you,
I consecrate to you this day my eyes,
my ears, my mouth, my heart,
my whole being without reserve.
Wherefore, good Mother,
as I am your own,
keep me, guard me,
as your property and possession.
Mother of the Redeemer,
with great joy we call you blessed.
In order to carry out His plan of salvation,
God the Father chose you before the creation of the world.
You believed in His love and obeyed His word.
The Son of God desired you for His Mother
when He became man to save the human race.
You received Him with ready obedience and undivided heart.
I adore You O God,
I count myself as nothing before Your Divine Majesty.
You alone are Being, Life, Truth, Beauty and Goodness.
I glorify You, I praise You,
I give You thanks and I love You,
all helpless and unworthy as I am,
in union with Your dear Son, Jesus Christ,
our Savior and our Brother,
in the merciful kindness of His Heart
I wonder what the first Easter was like. How did the disciples feel about losing their teacher and friend and then realizing the truth of His resurrection? What was the first Easter like for them? It must have been a very exciting day–different from any other day! Just three days ago Christ Jesus was dead and now He was among them. He was raised to life.
St. Isidore, St. Isidore,
To you we ask, to you we implore:
Please let it (or not) shine or pour,
Bring on the bee, hold off the hoar;
Coax the oat, swell the meat
Of grape and nut;
encourage the wheat
To ripen fat in August heat
Then lay down, brown, for us to beat.
Holy Mary, you are the Mother of Mercies,
the sweet comforter
and only refuge of the needy and the orphan,
of the desolate and afflicted.
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,