O holy saints of God,
Help us to celebrate this day.
Bedeck our house in pure white lilies,
Picked by the hand of Love.
Such were the souls of Mary and Joseph,
As they journeyed forth
To live the Father’s Will,
As they kept faith.Bless the years that pass.
Bless the days that be.
Our youth God entwined,
Weaving gold out of straw,
Fashioning a cord that bound us ever close in dreams of love.O, Holy Love,
Your fiber of Being,
Imperceptible, yet alive,
Knit the garment of our marriage.
As we gifted each other
With our very lives
And lived the Promise.Taking pleasure in each other,
And the mystery You impart,
Mutual donation and happy hopes
Gave substance to our youthful reveries.
Soon, You delighted Your children with children
To sweeten the wine we sipped.You never waited on our understanding or perfection .
You built rather on duty and faith,
Married unto eternity.
Your sacrament enfleshed in our lives as grace,
Filled our days with laughter amid challenge,
Befriended us in friends ,
As a corsage of heart and healing.You opened the door of opportunity,
And we feared not to enter in.
Receiving in the womb,
Your joy and plenteous reward,
Covenant love lived despite our weakness.
Hope hanging like numberless leaves,
On trees the formed an arbor for our love.Yes, dear Saints, sing songs with us,
To welcome home the Promised Groom,
Who never left our side.
Make of this day a joyful shout,
A happy anniversary!By J0ann Nelander
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Did You Properly Welcome the New Year?
I’m thrilled by the New Year. Who knows why!
I’m still celebrating on the inside and want to make some noise. Please join me in the celebration. A didgeridoo seems the instrument of choice. Turn the noise sound up high and enjoy a bit of elation.
Prayer in Hope and Celebration
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All love,
All attention,
All in harmony and one,
Resting on Your strong arm,
Held fast by my desire to know You,
And Your almighty power
To draw the sinner to You
In complete freedom.My desire: to console You
In the garden of Your sorrow and anguish,
Where You saw all my sins,
And longed to suffer my death.I love because You love
And awaken hope in me,
Hope that flies in the face of earthly reason
To realms of holiness and joy.Your grace, showered upon our Race,
By Your Birth,
and by Your Death on the Cross,
Make me welcome.You bid the Lost come.
Loose all Sin
In clouds of forgiveness
And gracious forgetfulness,
For You remember our sins no more,
Alleluia.
Eucharist – God With Us
Art appeals to the heart on a level that challenges complacency and awakens awe. Hidden in His humility, He in proclaimed by those whose hearts beat with His, and are thus moved to reveal Him in their God- inspired creativity.
Celebrating My Feastday!
My middle name is Concetta. Growing up my mom translated it as “Constance” which I always liked because I felt called to be “constant” in my faith. I think that helped me try harder. This year I looked up “Concetta” and found:
CONCETTA
Gender: Feminine
Usage: Italian
Italian cognate of CONCEPCIÓN
CONCEPCIÓNGender: Feminine
Usage: Spanish
Pronounced: kawn-thep-THYON (Spanish), kawn-sep-SYON (Latin American Spanish)
Means “conception” in Spanish. This name is given in reference to the Immaculate Conception of the Virgin Mary.
What a gift this late in life to find yet another call on my life. I’ve worn the Miraculous Medal since childhood and now I feel a bit closer to the mystery of what God has in mind for me. So I celebrate this day in an even more personal way.
That brings me to the other side of celebration. As I was heading off to Mass for the Solemnity of the Immaculate Conception and my Feastday, I was greeted by an icy driveway, and lots of slipping and sliding. Treacherous as the roads and walks were,though, what a delight it was to make it through the church doors and have my heart lifted by the stalwart souls packing the pews. Sacrifice and celebration seem to go hand in hand.
The winds are still blowing outside and now the roads are littered with tumble weed. What joy! Crazy as it my seems, when it costs me a bit, I value the moment all the more.
Leading the Parade – Spirit of St. Patrick, of Course!
The Anchoress will catch this first-hand, but for the rest of us, have a look-see:
Writing for newsday.com, John Valenti says, ” More than 1,100 soldiers from the New York National Guard’s Fighting 69th kicked off Manhattan‘s annual St. Patrick’s Day Parade Tuesday morning along Fifth Avenue……With its largest parade contingent ever, the Fighting 69th was led by Ranger Seth Morgulas, 38, of Manhattan, an NYPD mounted contingent, a bagpiper and four formations of troops dressed in Army desert fatigues and black berets adorned with boxwoods — in remembrance of plants worn by unit soldiers for the North back in the Civil War.”
–Click here to see the NYC St. Patrick’s Day parade photos -newsday.com
The 69th, first formed in 1849 as the 9th Regiment of the New York State Militia, is an Irish-heritage unit — and has anchored the nation’s best-known St. Patrick’s Day celebration since 1851. Legend in battle dating to the Civil War, where its soldiers harkened a battle cry of “Fág An Bealach” — Gaelic for “Clear the Way” — the contingent from the Fighting 69th this year included 319 soldiers who returned in January from Afghanistan.
St. Patrick’s Day Parade.com: “The parade marches up 5th Avenue, clan by clan, from 44th to 86th streets starting at 11am on St. Patrick’s Day (Tuesday, March 17th)…..The first official parade in the City was held in 1766 by Irishmen in a military unit recruited to serve in the American colonies.”
Be Holy! 