Jesus Christ, my God,
I adore You and I thank You
for the many favors You have bestowed on me this day.
I offer You my sleep
and all the moments of this night,
and I pray that You preserve me from sin.
Therefore, I place myself in Your most sacred side,
and under the mantle of our Blessed Lady, my Mother.
May the holy Angels assist me
and keep me in peace,
and may Your blessing be upon me.
Jesus Christ, my God,
Lord Jesus, teach me to be generous,
to serve You as You deserve:
to give without counting the cost,
to fight heedless of the wounds,
to work and not seek for rest,
to toil and not seek for reward,
save the reward of knowing I am doing Your will.
Saints of God,
who owe Your happiness to the Blood of Jesus;
who sing Its glory and power,
who to It owes the privileges
of your Immaculate Conception
and Divine Maternity,
help me to pay to the Precious Blood of my Redeemer
a perpetual homage of adoration,
reparation and thanksgiving.
On Calvary you heard a voice,
well-known to you, which said:
"Woman, behold your Son".
By these words you were appointed the Mother of all believers.
And without you what life should we have,
who are the unhappy children of Adam?
Each of us has a sorrow that tries him,
a grief that oppresses, a wound that rankles.
All men run to your protection,
as to the haven of safety and the fountain of healing.
When the waves rise high in the tempest,
it is to you the mariner turns and prays for calm.
The orphan flies to you,
for he sees himself as a plant in a thirsty land,
defenseless before all the whirlwinds of life.
To you the poor offer their supplications
when they are in want of daily bread.
turn Your merciful gaze upon all mankind
and especially upon poor sinners,
all enfolded in the Most Compassionate Heart of Jesus.
For the sake of His sorrowful passion show us Your mercy,
that we may praise the omnipotence of Your mercy for ever and ever.
Discover to me, O my God,
the nothingness of this world,
the greatness of heaven,
the shortness of time,
and the length of eternity.
Grant that I may prepare for death,
that I may fear Your judgments,
that I may escape hell,
and in the end, obtain heaven;
through the merits of our Lord Jesus Christ.
Your day of birth …
Filled with possibilities. But mostly…
Filled with God.
With light and love that spans the universe
of who you are.
This is God’s gift to you.
Your heart’s calling to guide you.
How can this Gift be honored?
God expects nothing – but desires for you
happiness, to love as you are loved by Him,
and the fulfillment of your heart in growing
closer to Him,
My God’s light and love guide you
on this, your birthday and always.
- Roseanne Walters, U.S. Columban Mission Office
O gracious God,
we remember before You today Your servant and apostle James,
first among the Twelve to suffer martyrdom
for the Name of Jesus Christ;
and we pray that You will pour out upon the leaders of your Church
that spirit of self-denying service
by which alone they may have true authority among your people;
through the same Jesus Christ our Lord,
who lives and reigns with You
and the Holy Spirit, one God,
now and forever.
O most blessed Virgin Mary,
mother most loving and most merciful,
I, a miserable and unworthy sinner come before You,
with the heartfelt prayer,
that of Your loving kindness
you would concede to graciously to be near me
and all who throughout the whole Church
are to receive the body and blood of Your Son this day,
even as you were near Your most dear Son
as He hung bleeding on the cross,
that, aided by Your gracious help,
we may worthily offer up a pure and acceptable sacrifice
in the sight of the holy and undivided Trinity.
O Mary, crowned with stars,
who has the moon for your footstool
and who sits enthroned above all the choirs of Angels,
turn your eyes toward this vale of tears,
and hear the voice of one
who puts all his hope and trust in you.
Now you rejoiced in the endless bliss of paradise;
but once you endured the miseries of this our exile
and you know how bitter are the days of him who eats the bread of sorrow.
Help me throw off the yoke of sin
Grant that I may run to your protection
and your loving arms of help and consolation.
Blood of my Crucified Savior,
detach me from the world,
and the spirit of the world.
Make me humble in life and sacrifice,
after the example of St. Catherine of Sienna,
who loved You so much.
O Precious Blood,
be my strength amid the trials and struggles of exile.
Grant that at the hour of death
I may be able to bless You
for having been the comfort
and the sanctification of my soul,
before becoming, in Heaven,
the everlasting object of my love and praise.
O Lord, my God,
from this day I accept
from Your hand willingly
and with submission,
the kind of life that it may please You to send me,
with all its sorrows, pains, and anguish.
Into Your hands, O Lord,
I commend my spirit.
Give me strength, O my God,
to absolve my offences,
to overcome temptations,
to subdue my passions,
and to acquire the virtues proper in my life.
Fill my heart with tender affection for Your goodness,
hatred for my faults,
love for my neighbor,
and contempt of the world.
May Your grace help me to be submissive to my superiors,
condescending to my inferiors,
faithful to my friends,
and charitable to my enemies.
Through Your goodness, thy will be done.
O God, how precious I am to You.
Since the beginning of time,
You were there for me.
You were there when I was happy;
You were there when I was sad.
You never left me.
Once when I felt so alone,
so broken and in grief,
I thought You had left me.
But I was wrong because You never left me.
It was me, O God, who had left, It was me,
who did not seek, did not trust, did not
surrender to Your love.
How great is Your love for me, O God!
Yet, I still doubt; I steal fear your Love.
Why can’t I believe that You love me?
How little faith I have in Your, O God.
Why can’t I believe that Your love me,
that You want me?
Why can’t I accept that being myself
Is enough for You, O God?
Why do I need reasons and answers?
What use are these for me?
Does everything have an answer?
Does Your love for me have a reason?
Help me, God, to let go of my doubts.
Help me see the beauty of Your love,
Open my heard – the place where You dwell.
Help me to accept that love needs no reason,
that love doesn’t doubt, that love has no fear.
Fill me with Your love, O God.
Fill me with Your unceasing love.
A love without end.
Columban Lay Missionary Vida Hequilan
O Mary, dear Mother, enlighten our minds, and warm our hearts;
let that pure love which streams forth from your eyes,
spread itself abroad and bring forth those wondrous fruits
which Your Son purchased for us by the shedding of His Blood,
the while You suffered they most bitter torments at the foot of His Cross.