Wonderful sermon, Father, and very edifying. Thank you, we should all try to imitate the saints, not necessarily by exactly copying their penances and virtue, but by using our particular situations and conditions to live a holy, virtuous life, depending on God's grace and the assistance of the Blessed Virgin, the frequenting of the Sacraments and the avoidance of sin.
Joseph Cafasso (Italian: Giuseppe Cafasso; 15 January 1811 - 23 June 1860) was an Italian Roman Catholic priest who was a significant social reformer in Turin. He was one of the so-called "Social Saints" who emerged during that particular era. He is known as the "Priest of the Gallows" due to his extensive work with those prisoners who were condemned to death. But he was also known for his excessive mortifications, despite his frail constitution: he neglected certain foods and conditions, to remain as frugal and basic as possible, unless a doctor ordered otherwise.
I wonder if he also might have met Louis Comollo. I love that both of St John Bosco's childhood friends were both saints, although one is not canonized.
Attention‼️ Please if you read this message, look up and read St Joseph Cafasso’s list for ‘Preparation for Death’ in front of the blessed sacrament exposed, IT.IS.LIFE.CHANGING! 🙏♥️🪦
ST JOSEPH CAFASSO PRAY FOR US
I believe Mother Mary is encouraging me for my situation. I am learning more on being a Catholic. Thank you father.
God bless you! Keep up the good works!!
Wonderful sermon, Father, and very edifying. Thank you, we should all try to imitate the saints, not necessarily by exactly copying their penances and virtue, but by using our particular situations and conditions to live a holy, virtuous life, depending on God's grace and the assistance of the Blessed Virgin, the frequenting of the Sacraments and the avoidance of sin.
Pray for us.
Joseph Cafasso (Italian: Giuseppe Cafasso; 15 January 1811 - 23 June 1860) was an Italian Roman Catholic priest who was a significant social reformer in Turin.
He was one of the so-called "Social Saints" who emerged during that particular era.
He is known as the "Priest of the Gallows" due to his extensive work with those prisoners who were condemned to death.
But he was also known for his excessive mortifications, despite his frail constitution: he neglected certain foods and conditions, to remain as frugal and basic as possible, unless a doctor ordered otherwise.
I wonder if he also might have met Louis Comollo. I love that both of St John Bosco's childhood friends were both saints, although one is not canonized.
New Takes it All
My mind sought back to past days,
those old friends, parties, and play.
I don’t even remember who I was.
Yet, to every ear, I have a say.
God declares His Son, our King!
Divinity moved through the ark to my heart.
Jesus seeks to claim every soul,
His whole human family from the start.
Knowing His smile, and tender company,
balm of my life, source of future holdings.
As my eyes one day transfixed on perfection
I expected well deserved scolding.
Instead, I found a heart relieved and grace.
All my former support, long absent.
My unadmitted heart lamented alone
past hours and faces, value I’d spent.
With my emptiness, He said, He’d paid
the bill for my new status, confirmed
That heavenly seal only waited my assent
and that heavenly friend always yearned.
Without my interest, for no other cause,
He gave up an hour to see if I was.
Then He said, “Yes”, and brought me
into being, the breath and the blood.
That blood fills my ocean, and so blessed,
Beyond my comprehension, the heart aware.
This image, my deepest involvement, divine hand.
Not just a fish in the ocean or bird of the air.
As He brought me into being, He spoke to me.
Arrival without knowledge of why or how.
A lifetime of inventing self-comfort and fetters,
now worthless as, impulsively I bow.
Throwing down every trap gripped by my hand.
The heart just dumps, yet fetters stick like tags.
Those memories of happy faces, solemn in age
because those smiles came from temporary scraps.
I glance at my loneliness, recall all that was past.
They ran away, most of the crowd, the day I changed.
Now spending time alone so long, in prayer, modified,
with angst I look back, wondering, feeling old range.
Let the dead bury the dead, and what good advice.
That spirit of remorse, loosed, those days of sin.
The Holy Spirit leads home my family, confirmed,
and what’s right for me here only comes from Him.
I pray as my hand relaxes and the past slips away.
New, this morning. New, all future beside true friends.
I hand off my prayer, and He hands angels arrows.
He fights and restores so only the very best wins.
~ kk ©️ rainbowsinthewater
Attention‼️ Please if you read this message, look up and read St Joseph Cafasso’s list for ‘Preparation for Death’ in front of the blessed sacrament exposed, IT.IS.LIFE.CHANGING! 🙏♥️🪦