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Therese’s Carols for Las Posadas

Coventry Carol – Lully Lulla, Thou Little Tiny Child


Rachel Weeps For Her Children, Because They Are No More
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Lully, lulla, thou little tiny child,
bye, bye, lully lullay, thou little tiny child,
bye, bye, lully lullay.

O sisters too, how may we do,
for to preserve this day,
this poor youngling for whom we do sing,
bye, bye lully lullay.

Refrain

Herod the king in his raging,
charged he hath this day,
his men of night, in his own sight,
all young children to slay.

Refrain
Then woe is me, poor child, for thee!
And every morn and day,
for thy parting not say nor sing
bye, bye, lully lullay.

Refrain

How To Pray The Rosary, The Biblical Prayer

 

Praying in set rather than improvised prayers is not necessarily heaping up vain repetitions (Mt 6:7). In the Garden of Gethsemane, our Lord Jesus prayed multiple times to the Father using the same words (Mt 26:44). And in Rev 4:8, the angels “never cease to sing ‘Holy, Holy, Holy is the Lord God Almighty’.” Just as a husband doesn’t say to his wife, “I told you I love you once already, at the beginning of our marriage,” but says “I love you!” often, hopefully, many times every day, so sincere and devout, repetitious prayer to God – in time-honored phrases better than any we could ever improvise – is never wasted. We are guided in praying meaningfully and devoutly in the Mysteries of the Rosary, meditating on the life of our Lord Jesus Christ and His mother.

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  1. Make the Sign of the Cross and say the “Apostles’ Creed.”
  2. Say the “Our Father.”
  3. Say three “Hail Marys” (for Faith, Hope and Divine Love).
  4. Say the “Glory be to the Father.”
  5. Announce the First Mystery; then say the “Our Father.”
  6. Say ten “Hail Marys,” while meditating on the Mystery.
  7. Say the “Glory be to the Father.” Say the “O My Jesus.”
  8. Announce the Second Mystery; then say the “Our Father.”
  9. Repeat 6 and 7 and continue with Third, Fourth and Fifth Mysteries in the same manner.

rosarywithbibilicalproofsthumbnailThe Sign of the Cross (1 Cor 1:23; 1 Cor 2:2; Luke 9:23; Gal 3:1): (Holding your thumb, index finger, middle finger of your right hand together while tucking the ring finger and pinky finger toward your palm, to signify the Holy Trinity), touch your forehead as you say “In the name of the Father”; touch your breastbone or top of your belly as you say “and of the Son”; touch your left shoulder, then right shoulder, as you say “and of the Holy Spirit, Amen”.

The Apostles’ Creed : I believe in God, the Father Almighty, Creator of heaven and earth; and in Jesus Christ, His only Son, our Lord; Who was conceived by the Holy Spirit, born of the Virgin Mary, suffered under Pontius Pilate, was crucified, died, and was buried. He descended to the dead; the third day He arose again. He ascended into heaven, and sits at the right hand of God, the Father Almighty; from thence He shall come to judge the living and the dead. I believe in the Holy Spirit, the Holy Catholic Church, the communion of saints, the forgiveness of sins, the resurrection of the body and life everlasting. Amen.

The Our Father (Mt 6:9-13): Our Father, Who art in heaven; hallowed be Thy name; Thy kingdom come; Thy will be done, on earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread; and forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us, and lead us not into temptation; but deliver us from evil. Amen. The Hail Mary (Biblical references below): Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee; blessed art thou among women, and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, (bow your head) Jesus. Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners, now and at the hour of our death. Amen.

Glory Be to the Father (Mt 28:19): (Make the Sign of the Cross, as above) Glory be to the Father , and to the Son, and to the Holy Spirit, as it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be, world without end. Amen.

O My Jesus : O my Jesus, forgive us our sins, save us from the fires of hell. Lead all souls to heaven, especially those who have most need of Thy mercy.

Hail, Holy Queen (1 Kings 2:17-20): (Closing Prayer, after the “O My Jesus” prayer of final Mystery) Hail, Holy Queen, Mother of Mercy, our life, our sweetness and our hope! To thee do we cry, poor banished children of Eve; to thee do we send up our sighs, mourning and weeping in this valley of tears. Turn then, most gracious advocate, thine eyes of mercy toward us, and after this our exile, show unto us the blessed fruit of thy womb, Jesus. O clement, O loving, O sweet Virgin Mary! Pray for us, O Holy Mother of God, that we may be made worthy of the promises of Christ. Amen. (Close with the Sign of the Cross.)

Se llamaba Martín – una canción sobre San Martín de Porres por el obispo Dermott Molloy (†2005)

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Se Llamaba Martin, Mons. Demetrio Molloy. Obispo de Huancavelica, Peru (1982-2005)

Una historia hermosa, vamos a contar, porque de alegría, nos hace cantar Martín (BIS)

Érase un negrito, que de pequeñito ya solía rezar
y cuando veía hombres que sufrían ya sabía llorar.

(Coro)
Martín, se llamaba Martín,
negrito chiquitito, con alma de marfil.

Gatos y ratones, en el mismo plato, hacía comer
y el odio en los hombres, con su alegre escoba, lograba barrer.

CORO

Si a ti Martín, blanco de nieve, te hizo Dios
hasta el cielo azul, lleva a los hombres, con ese amor.

CORO

Se Llamaba Martin, Domenicos de Peru

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«His name was Martín.»

Fray Escoba – (Brother Broom)

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“I’m going to tell you a story about a little Black man,
[negrito chiquitito, con alma de marfil, "with a soul of ivory"],
who, when he was young, he prayed a lot.
And when he saw people suffering, he cried.
He made cats [dogs] and mice eat off the same plate.
And with his happy broom,
he swept away the hatred that he saw in men’s hearts.
Holy St. Martin, bring us to heaven.

Podcast – Click below for the Song from Bishop Molloy

Se llamaba Martín

Una historia hermosa, vamos a contar, porque de alegría
nos hace cantar Martín (BIS)

Érase un negrito, que de pequeñito ya solía rezar
y cuando veía hombres que sufrían ya sabía llorar.

Martín, se llamaba Martín,
negrito chiquitito,
con alma de marfil.

Gatos y ratones, en el mismo plato, hacía comer
y el odio en los hombres, con su alegre escoba, lograba barrer.

Martín, se llamaba Martín,
negrito chiquitito,
con alma de marfil.

Si a ti Martín, blanco de nieve, te hizo Dios
hasta el cielo azul, lleva a los hombres, con ese amor.

Martín, se llamaba Martín,
negrito chiquitito,
con alma de marfil.

Martin de Porres is often depicted as a young mulatto friar wearing the old habit of the Dominican lay brother, a black scapular and capuce, along with a broom, since he considered all work to be sacred no matter how menial. He is sometimes shown with a dog, a cat and a mouse eating in peace from the same dish.

San Martin de Porres is often depicted as a young mulatto friar wearing the old habit of the Dominican lay brother, a black scapular and capuce, along with a broom, since he considered all work to be sacred no matter how menial. He is sometimes shown with a dog, a cat and a mouse eating in peace from the same dish.

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El Condor Pasa (flauta dulce)

Podcast – Click below for the Song


Bishop William Dermott Molloy McDermott
(born 10 May 1930, died 19 Aug 2013),
Bishop of Huancavélica, Peru,
19 May, 1976 to 18 June, 2005 (29 Years)

  • a priest for 58 years
  • a bishop for 37 years
P. Doroteo Borda and Bishop Dermott Molloy

P. Doroteo Borda and Bishop Dermott Molloy

Dear Tayta Demetrio:
by P. Doroteo Borda
[“Tayta” is a Quechua word meaning “Dad” and “Demetrio” is “Dermott” in Spanish.]

Riding on your “white horse,” you have just left us for the Home of the Eternal Father after being sick for eight years. Since you are brave, our Father God blessed you with one of the heaviest crosses and you have borne it with elegance. You not only took up your cross with love, but you carried all of your sons on it too.

I recall very vividly the day I first went to confession with you. The church was packed with faithful and there was no room. You were seated behind the church on a bench under the cypress tree. Your hands rested on your knees, and I was at your right. I compared my dirty and dark hands with yours, clean and white. I thought you were an angel and I wasn’t mistaken, for you have lived every day of your life with so much simplicity and candor.

I remember how you spoke Quechua better than anyone and made it your second language. Now I understand that you identified yourself perfectly with the people of Huancarama: “To the weak I became weak, that I might win the weak. I have become all things to all men…” ( 1 Cor 9:22).

Whenever you came for a mission, after Mass the children of Arcahua waited eagerly for the delicious caramels you brought us. Truly, as Pope Francis asked, you were a shepherd “living with the smell of the sheep,” since you shared our homes and customs and ate our humble peasant dishes. And you were happy to sleep at night under sheepskin covers.

It was in October 1975 that you first spoke about opening the seminary in Abancay and you suggested that those of us who wanted to be priests should leave our names in the parish at Huancarama. My mother and sister realized that this was the moment for me to go with you to Abancay.

Whoever crossed your path experienced how big your heart was. You loved my humble family tenderly. I remember my father Gregorio being as excited as a child when you came to visit us, and you would laugh along with him, a child yourself.

Bishop Molloy reading the Bible in Quechua.

Bishop Molloy reading the Bible in Quechua.

You used to ride through our villages on your chestnut-colored horse, bringing joy to the hearts of the people. And you would sing: “I’ve asked Tayta God, and he knows it very well, that when he calls me to his side, I’ll come riding on my horse.” Now with your friend Enrique Pèlach, both of you excellent horsemen, you gallop in heaven on white thoroughbreds.

Dear Father Demetrio: now that you are in the Home of the Eternal Father, ask that your sons may know how to ride as you did. That we be generous and seek nothing outside holiness. From the saddle of your white horse, bless your people of Huancarama and your beloved diocese of Huancavelica.

Thank you for being the instrument for my finding my priestly vocation and for the gift of holy Baptism by which you gave me life in Christ.

Your son entrusts himself to your intercession,
Santos Doroteo Borda López

Mi caballo blanco (tradicional)

Podcast – Click below for the Song

Es mi caballo blanco
como un amanecer,
siempre juntitos vamos,
es mi caballo mas fiel.

Mi caballo, mi caballo
galopando va.
Mi caballo, mi caballo
se va y se va.

Al taita Dios le pido
y El lo sabe muy bien,
si a su lado me llama a su lado,
en mi caballo iré.

Mi caballo, mi caballo
galopando va.
Mi caballo, mi caballo
se va y se va.

“When he calls me to his side, I’ll come riding on my horse”

Bishop Dermott Molloy, who spent many years in Peru confronting material poverty and terrorism, died on August 19, 2013. In this article, Fr. Doroteo Borda thanks the bishop for his own priestly vocation.

Below is a brief biograpy of Bishop Dermott Molloy, who died on August 19, along with an article by Fr. Santos Doroteo Borda, who thanks “Tayta Demetrio” for his Christian and priestly vocation. [“Tayta” is a Quechua word meaning “Dad” and “Demetrio” is “Dermott” in Spanish.]

Bishop Dermott Molloy was born in Dublin, Ireland in 1930, and ordained a priest in 1955 for the diocese of Birmingham (Alabama, USA). Upon going to Peru as a missionary, he worked as a parish priest in Huancarama for 14 years, where he thoroughly learned the native Quechua language. In 1976 he was named auxiliary bishop of Huancavelica, and in 1982, titular bishop. The diocese is located in the heart of the Peruvian Andes, 3,800 meters above sea level.

He was a member of the Priestly Society of the Holy Cross, an association of priests intrinsically united to Opus Dei.

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Santa Teresa Jornet

In Huancavelica Bishop Molloy oversaw the construction of the “Santa Teresa Jornet” nursing home for the elderly, the “Carmen Escrivá” center for the advancement of women, several soup kitchens, 16 churches and the city’s minor and major seminaries.

He translated the Bible into Quechua, and promoted many projects to strengthen the Quechua cultural patrimony, including the restoration of a number of colonial churches. He helped create a school of music employing the Suzuki method, which had a big social impact on many young people in the region.

In 2005 he suffered a series of debilitating strokes that left him partially paralyzed. After moving to Lima, each week priests from his former diocese made the eleven hour trip to the capital to visit him in the Daughters of St. Camillus nursing home, where he offered all his sufferings for the Church.

Program Name: What it means to be evangelistic
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Series Name: Mother Angelica Live
Host: Mother Angelica with Bishop Dermott Molloy
Date Produced: 8/8/2000
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Fray Escoba – (Brother Broom)

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“I’m going to tell you a story about a little Black man,
[negrito chiquitito, con alma de marfil, "with a soul of ivory"],
who, when he was young, he prayed a lot.
And when he saw people suffering, he cried.
He made cats [dogs] and mice eat off the same plate.
And with his happy broom,
he swept away the hatred that he saw in men’s hearts.
Holy St. Martin, bring us to heaven.

Podcast – Click below for the Song from Bishop Molloy

Se llamaba Martín

Una historia hermosa, vamos a contar, porque de alegría, nos hace cantar Martín (BIS)

Érase un negrito, que de pequeñito ya solía rezar
y cuando veía hombres que sufrían ya sabía llorar.

(Coro)
Martín, se llamaba Martín,
negrito chiquitito, con alma de marfil.

Gatos y ratones, en el mismo plato, hacía comer
y el odio en los hombres, con su alegre escoba, lograba barrer.

CORO

Si a ti Martín, blanco de nieve, te hizo Dios
hasta el cielo azul, lleva a los hombres, con ese amor.

Coro

Martin de Porres is often depicted as a young mulatto friar wearing the old habit of the Dominican lay brother, a black scapular and capuce, along with a broom, since he considered all work to be sacred no matter how menial. He is sometimes shown with a dog, a cat and a mouse eating in peace from the same dish.

San Martin de Porres is often depicted as a young mulatto friar wearing the old habit of the Dominican lay brother, a black scapular and capuce, along with a broom, since he considered all work to be sacred no matter how menial. He is sometimes shown with a dog, a cat and a mouse eating in peace from the same dish.

BishopDermottMalloy_recorder

El Condor Pasa (flauta dulce)

Podcast – Click below for the Song


Bishop William Dermott Molloy McDermott
(born 10 May 1930, died 19 Aug 2013),
Bishop of Huancavélica, Peru,
19 May, 1976 to 18 June, 2005 (29 Years)

  • a priest for 58 years
  • a bishop for 37 years
P. Doroteo Borda and Bishop Dermott Molloy

P. Doroteo Borda and Bishop Dermott Molloy

Dear Tayta Demetrio:
by P. Doroteo Borda
[“Tayta” is a Quechua word meaning “Dad” and “Demetrio” is “Dermott” in Spanish.]

Riding on your “white horse,” you have just left us for the Home of the Eternal Father after being sick for eight years. Since you are brave, our Father God blessed you with one of the heaviest crosses and you have borne it with elegance. You not only took up your cross with love, but you carried all of your sons on it too.

I recall very vividly the day I first went to confession with you. The church was packed with faithful and there was no room. You were seated behind the church on a bench under the cypress tree. Your hands rested on your knees, and I was at your right. I compared my dirty and dark hands with yours, clean and white. I thought you were an angel and I wasn’t mistaken, for you have lived every day of your life with so much simplicity and candor.

I remember how you spoke Quechua better than anyone and made it your second language. Now I understand that you identified yourself perfectly with the people of Huancarama: “To the weak I became weak, that I might win the weak. I have become all things to all men…” ( 1 Cor 9:22).

Whenever you came for a mission, after Mass the children of Arcahua waited eagerly for the delicious caramels you brought us. Truly, as Pope Francis asked, you were a shepherd “living with the smell of the sheep,” since you shared our homes and customs and ate our humble peasant dishes. And you were happy to sleep at night under sheepskin covers.

It was in October 1975 that you first spoke about opening the seminary in Abancay and you suggested that those of us who wanted to be priests should leave our names in the parish at Huancarama. My mother and sister realized that this was the moment for me to go with you to Abancay.

Whoever crossed your path experienced how big your heart was. You loved my humble family tenderly. I remember my father Gregorio being as excited as a child when you came to visit us, and you would laugh along with him, a child yourself.

Bishop Molloy reading the Bible in Quechua.

Bishop Molloy reading the Bible in Quechua.

You used to ride through our villages on your chestnut-colored horse, bringing joy to the hearts of the people. And you would sing: “I’ve asked Tayta God, and he knows it very well, that when he calls me to his side, I’ll come riding on my horse.” Now with your friend Enrique Pèlach, both of you excellent horsemen, you gallop in heaven on white thoroughbreds.

Dear Father Demetrio: now that you are in the Home of the Eternal Father, ask that your sons may know how to ride as you did. That we be generous and seek nothing outside holiness. From the saddle of your white horse, bless your people of Huancarama and your beloved diocese of Huancavelica.

Thank you for being the instrument for my finding my priestly vocation and for the gift of holy Baptism by which you gave me life in Christ.

Your son entrusts himself to your intercession,
Santos Doroteo Borda López

Mi caballo blanco (tradicional)

Podcast – Click below for the Song

Es mi caballo blanco
como un amanecer,
siempre juntitos vamos,
es mi caballo mas fiel.

Mi caballo, mi caballo
galopando va.
Mi caballo, mi caballo
se va y se va.

Al taita Dios le pido
y El lo sabe muy bien,
si a su lado me llama a su lado,
en mi caballo iré.

Mi caballo, mi caballo
galopando va.
Mi caballo, mi caballo
se va y se va.

“When he calls me to his side, I’ll come riding on my horse”

Bishop Dermott Molloy, who spent many years in Peru confronting material poverty and terrorism, died on August 19, 2013. In this article, Fr. Doroteo Borda thanks the bishop for his own priestly vocation.

Below is a brief biograpy of Bishop Dermott Molloy, who died on August 19, along with an article by Fr. Santos Doroteo Borda, who thanks “Tayta Demetrio” for his Christian and priestly vocation. [“Tayta” is a Quechua word meaning “Dad” and “Demetrio” is “Dermott” in Spanish.]

Bishop Dermott Molloy was born in Dublin, Ireland in 1930, and ordained a priest in 1955 for the diocese of Birmingham (Alabama, USA). Upon going to Peru as a missionary, he worked as a parish priest in Huancarama for 14 years, where he thoroughly learned the native Quechua language. In 1976 he was named auxiliary bishop of Huancavelica, and in 1982, titular bishop. The diocese is located in the heart of the Peruvian Andes, 3,800 meters above sea level.

He was a member of the Priestly Society of the Holy Cross, an association of priests intrinsically united to Opus Dei.

StaTeresaJornet

Santa Teresa Jornet

In Huancavelica Bishop Molloy oversaw the construction of the “Santa Teresa Jornet” nursing home for the elderly, the “Carmen Escrivá” center for the advancement of women, several soup kitchens, 16 churches and the city’s minor and major seminaries.

He translated the Bible into Quechua, and promoted many projects to strengthen the Quechua cultural patrimony, including the restoration of a number of colonial churches. He helped create a school of music employing the Suzuki method, which had a big social impact on many young people in the region.

In 2005 he suffered a series of debilitating strokes that left him partially paralyzed. After moving to Lima, each week priests from his former diocese made the eleven hour trip to the capital to visit him in the Daughters of St. Camillus nursing home, where he offered all his sufferings for the Church.

Program Name: What it means to be evangelistic
smallspeaker.gif (241 bytes) Listen Now
Series Name: Mother Angelica Live
Host: Mother Angelica with Bishop Dermott Molloy
Date Produced: 8/8/2000
Description:

 

Saint Josephine Bakhita

Giuseppina Margherita Fortunata

 

“The law of the Lord is perfect, it gives wisdom to the simple.” (Ps 19: 8)

“These words from today’s Responsorial Psalm resound powerfully in the life of Sr Josephine Bakhita. Abducted and sold into slavery at the tender age of seven, she suffered much at the hands of cruel masters. But she came to understand the profound truth that God, and not man, is the true Master of every human being, of every human life. This experience became a source of great wisdom for this humble daughter of Africa.” (Extract from the Homily of Pope John Paul II at the Canonization of St Josephine Bakhita)

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Our Basic Liberties…Senator Sam Ervin Defines A Heritage More Precious Than Security

Sacramento Bee, Sunday, August 11, 1974

Our heritage is freedom. The Constitution makes this manifest by declaring in its preamble that George Washington and his colleagues in the Convention of 1787 framed that instrument to secure the blessings of freedom to all Americans of all generations.

freedomChainWhile love of freedom inspired the Constitution, it did not have its origin in our land.

The love of freedom was brought to our land before the Revolution by courageous men and women from the British Isles, Holland, the vine-clad hills of France, the Palatinate of Germany, and the mountains of Switzerland, who craved, above all things, the freedom denied them by the tyrannical civil and ecclesiastical rulers of the Old World.

Since so many men appear so anxious nowadays to swap the reality of freedom for the mirage of security, it would be well for us to ponder the choice our ancestors made when they forsook the comparative security of the Old World for the terrifying insecurity of the new.

It was not without many pangs of regret that they turned their backs for all time upon the scenes of their childhood, the graves of their beloved dead, and the comparative security of the then civilized world, and journeyed in tiny barks across a boisterous ocean to establish homes for themselves and their children and their children’s children in what was then a perilous wilderness in a new and strange land. Continue reading

Emergency Contraception: The abortion reducer that isn’t

Open Season on Vulnerable Children for Child Molesters

www.lifesitenews.com/blog/emergency-contraception-the-abortion-reducer-that-isnt

by John Jansen

To the surprise of exactly no one, Planned Parenthod President Cecile Richards is thrilled that so-called emergency contraception (hereafter:EC) is now available over-the-counter with no age restrictions.

This means that 16 year old girls (and boys) can now get the morning-after pill without a prescription.

So can 15 year olds, and 14 year olds, and 13 year olds, and 12 year olds, etc., despite the fact that the age of consent in every state is between 16 and 18.

It would be dangerously naïve to believe that making EC available to all teens and pre-teens will have any positive impact at all. On the other hand, it will now be even easier for young girls—and the older men who so often prey on them—to engage in risky sexual behavior. A wedge will be driven yet further between parents and children, and will cut doctors out of the loop as well.

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