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Prayer For Help Against Spiritual Enemies |
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Posted on 07/01/2010 9:03:55 AM PDT by Mad Dawg
Rafael Cardinal Merry del Val
O Jesus! meek and humble of heart, Hear me.
From the desire of being esteemed, Deliver me, Jesus.
From the desire of being loved, Deliver me, Jesus.
From the desire of being extolled, Deliver me, Jesus.
From the desire of being honored, Deliver me, Jesus.
From the desire of being praised, Deliver me, Jesus.
From the desire of being preferred to others, Deliver me, Jesus.
From the desire of being consulted, Deliver me, Jesus.
From the desire of being approved, Deliver me, Jesus.
From the fear of being humiliated, Deliver me, Jesus.
From the fear of being despised, Deliver me, Jesus.
From the fear of suffering rebukes, Deliver me, Jesus.
From the fear of being calumniated, Deliver me, Jesus.
From the fear of being forgotten, Deliver me, Jesus.
From the fear of being ridiculed, Deliver me, Jesus.
From the fear of being wronged, Deliver me, Jesus.
From the fear of being suspected, Deliver me, Jesus.
That others may be loved more than I, Jesus, grant me the grace to desire it.
That others may be esteemed more than I, Jesus, grant me the grace to desire it.
That, in the opinion of the world, others may increase and I may decrease,Jesus, grant me the grace to desire it.
That others may be chosen and I set aside, Jesus, grant me the grace to desire it.
That others may be praised and I unnoticed, Jesus, grant me the grace to desire it.
That others may be preferred to me in everything, Jesus, grant me the grace to desire it.
That others may become holier than I,
provided that I may become
as holy as I should, Jesus, grant me the grace to desire it.
Dominicus Gabriel Mariae
O most gracious Lord Jesus:
To redeem an undeserving humanity
You gave up everything you had.
In your mercy, grant us the grace
of despising all things but you
and your love
That we may know the joy
you brought to us
through your dolorous Passion
and Death,
Who live and reign in might and bliss
with the Father and the Holy Spirit,
One God, in everlasting glory.
To Continue:
Every now and then on a Saturday Morning I do it like some of my Great Great Grandmothers did it and find religious services to attend ~ shut in as I am at the moment (avoiding getting bumped while my eye heals) ~ I stick to the Internet.
Today I went to a Praise Church and I went to a Shouting Church.
Selections included http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LF6K-Iiqshg (Dianne Williams at the Cosmopolitan Church of Prayer),
then http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AdjEgiDPzdU&feature=related ( Yolanda Adams & Shirley Caesar - Jesus Will Fix It );
then http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s3_YJshGg5Q (Shirley by herself with a universal message) ~ Because God Has Purpose For Your Life ~ ; More at http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q2ddRQb_GOc (The Mighty Clouds of Joy in a more recent rendition of one of their favorites ).
Really, I feel much better now. This music, and the messages, give hope that tomorrow is a better day and that we can go to Heaven.
AMEN! AMEN! AMEN!
THX THX.
It was a good assault. Two women gave their testimony, one Catholic, one Protestant, and we prayed together and sung some hymns, psalms, and spiritual songs.
heavy artillery!
Thanks, MD. I enjoyed the participants, and I enjoyed taking my turn. I trust the “scripture,thought,prayer” format was not burdensome and that it remained fairly ecumenical.
More importantly, I believe that prayer did take place.
Nuns fret not at their convent's narrow room;
And hermits are contented with their cells;
And students with their pensive citadels;
Maids at the wheel, the weaver at his loom,
Sit blithe and happy; bees that soar for bloom,
High as the highest Peak of Furness-fells,
Will murmur by the hour in foxglove bells:
In truth the prison, unto which we doom
Ourselves, no prison is: and hence for me,
In sundry moods, 'twas pastime to be bound
Within the Sonnet's scanty plot of ground;
Pleased if some Souls (for such there needs must be)
Who have felt the weight of too much liberty,
Should find brief solace there, as I have found.
William Wordsworth
Now I have to look up the format of sonnet.
:>)
Good thought, though.
Lord, make me an instrument of your peace;
where there is hatred, let me show love;
where there is injury, pardon:
where there is doubt, faith ;
where there is despair, hope
where there is darkness, light
where there is sadness, joy
O divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled as to console;
to be understood, as to understand;
to be loved, as to love;
for it is in giving that we receive,
it is in pardoning that we are pardoned,
and it is in dying that we are born to Eternal Life.
Amen.
Amen twice!
Each person picks a five-letter word and keeps it to himself. Then you take turns guessing each other’s word. When you guess, the other person tells you how many letters in your guess are also in the secret word. So little by little you can deduce and eliminate until you know which letters are eliminated and which are in the secret word.
What's my point? What is this, Parent Magazine or what?
My alleged point is that sometimes you make a guess that is entirely wrong. The first time I did that I was crestfallen. But then I realized I had eliminated 5 letters in just one guess.
Sometimes — through frowardness, ignorance, carelessness, or, face it, just plain cussedness — we do something entirely one hundred per cent WRONG!
Pretty humiliating. This “just as I am without one plea” stuff is fine as long as we're secretly telling ourselves that we have LOTS of pleas only we're WAY too modest to bring them up. But when it's true, when it's undeniable, when you've been surfing porn or filching from work or cutting the corners a wee bit too sharply or being funky to the spouse, the parents, the small fry, or all of the above ... Ooh! Hard! Without even one tiny eensy weensy little plea!
I really have NOT ONE PLEA!
OW!
But Jesus pleads from me. And even when I recover my conceit and go right back to my strutting, he still pleads for me.
I used to say I want to die before the parousia so that I can stand next to Jesus and point out the bad guys when He comes.
I think we're all really lucky that God is in the God business and not me. He desires not the death of a sinner but that we should turn from our vanity (and all the rest) and live.
And no, He doesn't need my advice on whom to punish and how to punish them.
Praise Him for filling up our nothingness with his abundance, shaken down, pressed together, running over.
I think you did an excellent job, xzins. Thank you for your service!
Very good.
Oh, look - Frank’s emptying the drawers again.
What Tax-chick said! :)
Fins up!
Very well put
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Thank you, both of you, for your kind words.
The Religion Forum can be a blessing, can’t it?
:>)
Yes, it can — and I think this thread shows it!
Yes, especially when threads or posts remind me to pay attention to God and to other people, instead of to myself.
From the desire of being esteemed by my spouse, Deliver me, Jesus.
From the desire of being lovedby my spouse, Deliver me, Jesus.
From the desire of being consulted by my spouse, Deliver me, Jesus.
From the fear of being forgotten by my spouse, Deliver me, Jesus.
That others may be loved more than I by my spouse, Jesus, grant me the grace to desire it.
That others may be esteemed more than I by my spouse, Jesus, grant me the grace to desire it.
That others may be praised and I unnoticed by my spouse, Jesus, grant me the grace to desire it.
Cool, huh? Now maybe it will work.
Hmmm.
Or you could just smack him one.
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