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Our Feria Friday
post is a little early this week as we will be away from the computer for All Saints and All Souls Days. Don't forget to enter our November Give A Way
Lives of the Saints
, by Alban Butler, Benziger Bros. ed. 1894
THE Church teaches us that the souls of the just who have left this world soiled with the stain of venial sin remain for a time in a place of expiation, where they suffer such punishment as may be due to their offences. It is a matter of faith that these suffering souls are relieved by the intercession of the Saints in heaven and by the prayers of the faithful upon earth. To pray for the dead is, then, both an act of charity and of piety. We read in Holy Scripture: "It is a holy and wholesome thought to pray for the dead, that they may be loosed from sins." And when Our Lord inspired St. Odilo, Abbot of Cluny, towards the close of the tenth century, to establish in his Order a general commemoration of all the faithful departed, it was soon adopted by the whole Western Church, and has been continued unceasingly to our day. Let us, then, ever bear in mind the dead and offer up our prayers for them. By showing this mercy to the suffering souls in purgatory, we shall be particularly entitled to be treated with mercy at our departure from this world, and to share more abundantly in the general suffrages of the Church, continually offered for all who have slept in Christ.
This weeks Friday Fare
The Path to Rome -Hillarie Belloc
Well, once there was a Learned Man who had a bargain with the Devil that he should warn the Devil's emissaries of all the good deeds done around him so that they could be upset, and he in turn was to have all those pleasant things of this life which the Devil's allies usually get, to wit a Comfortable Home, Self-Respect, good health, 'enough money for one's rank', and generally what is called 'a happy useful life'--till midnight of All-Hallowe'en in the last year of the nineteenth century.
So this Learned Man did all he was required, and daily would inform the messenger imps of the good being done or prepared in the neighbourhood, and they would upset it; so that the place he lived in from a nice country town became a great Centre of Industry, full of wealth and desirable family mansions and street property, and was called in hell 'Depot B' (Depot A you may guess at). But at last toward the 15th of October 1900, the Learned Man began to shake in his shoes and to dread the judgement; for, you see, he had not the comfortable ignorance of his kind, and was compelled to believe in the Devil willy-nilly, and, as I say, he shook in his shoes.
So he bethought him of a plan to cheat the Devil, and the day before All-Hallowe'en he cut a very small round hole in the floor of his study, just near the fireplace, right through down to the cellar. Then he got a number of things that do great harm (newspapers, legal documents, unpaid bills, and so forth) and made ready for action.
Next morning when the little imps came for orders as usual, after prayers, he took them down into the cellar, and pointing out the hole in the ceiling, he said to them:
'My friends, this little hole is a mystery. It communicates, I believe, with the chapel; but I cannot find the exit. All I know is, that some pious person or angel, or what not, desirous to do good, slips into it every day whatever he thinks may be a cause of evil in the neighbourhood, hoping thus to destroy it' (in proof of which statement he showed them a scattered heap of newspapers on the floor of the cellar beneath the hole). 'And the best thing you can do,' he added, 'is to stay here and take them away as far as they come down and put them back into circulation again. Tut! tut!' he added, picking up a moneylender's threatening letter to a widow, 'it is astonishing how these people interfere with the most sacred rights! Here is a letter actually stolen from the post! Pray see that it is delivered.'
So he left the little imps at work, and fed them from above with all manner of evil-doing things, which they as promptly drew into the cellar, and at intervals flew away with, to put them into circulation again.
That evening, at about half-past eleven, the Devil came to fetch the Learned Man, and found him seated at his fine great desk, writing. The Learned Man got up very affably to receive the Devil, and offered him a chair by the fire, just near the little round hole.
'Pray don't move,' said the Devil; 'I came early on purpose not to disturb you.'
'You are very good,' replied the Learned Man. 'The fact is, I have to finish my report on Lady Grope's Settlement among our Poor in the Bull Ring--it is making some progress. But their condition is heart-breaking, my dear sir; heart-breaking!'
AND THE LEARNED MAN
'I can well believe it,' said the Devil sadly and solemnly, leaning back in his chair, and pressing his hands together like a roof. 'The poor in our great towns, Sir Charles' (for the Learned Man had been made a Baronet), 'the condition, I say, of the--Don't I feel a draught?' he added abruptly. For the Devil can't bear draughts.
'Why,' said the Learned Man, as though ashamed, 'just near your chair thereis a little hole that I have done my best to fill up, but somehow it seemed impossible to fill it... I don't know...'
The Devil hates excuses, and is above all practical, so he just whipped the soul of a lawyer out of his side-pocket, tied a knot in it to stiffen it, and shoved it into the hole.
'There!' said the Devil contentedly; 'if you had taken a piece of rag, or what not, you might yourself... Hulloa!...' He looked down and saw the hole still gaping, and he felt a furious draught coming up again. He wondered a little, and then muttered: 'It's a pity I have on my best things. I never dare crease them, and I have nothing in my pockets to speak of, otherwise I might have brought something bigger.' He felt in his left-hand trouser pocket, and fished out a pedant, crumpled him carefully into a ball, and stuffed him hard into the hole, so that he suffered agonies. Then the Devil watched carefully. The soul of the pedant was at first tugged as if from below, then drawn slowly down, and finally shot off out of sight.
'This is a most extraordinary thing!' said the Devil.
'It is the draught. It is very strong between the joists,' ventured the Learned Man.
'Fiddle-sticks ends!' shouted the Devil. 'It is a trick! But I've never been caught yet, and I never will be.'
He clapped his hands, and a whole host of his followers poured in through the windows with mortgages, Acts of Parliament, legal decisions, declarations of war, charters to universities, patents for medicines, naturalization orders, shares in gold mines, specifications, prospectuses, water companies' reports, publishers' agreements, letters patent, freedoms of cities, and, in a word, all that the Devil controls in the way of hole-stopping rubbish; and the Devil, kneeling on the floor, stuffed them into the hole like a madman. But as fast as he stuffed, the little imps below (who had summoned a number of their kind to their aid also) pulled it through and carted it away. And the Devil, like one possessed, lashed the floor with his tail, and his eyes glared like coals of fire, and the sweat ran down his face, and he breathed hard, and pushed every imaginable thing he had into the hole so swiftly that at last his documents and parchments looked like streaks and flashes. But the loyal little imps, not to be beaten, drew them through into the cellar as fast as machinery, and whirled them to their assistants; and all the poor lost souls who had been pressed into the service were groaning that their one holiday in the year was being filched from them, when, just as the process was going on so fast that it roared like a printing-machine in full blast, the clock in the hall struck twelve.
APPARITION OF ST CHARLES BORROMEO
The Devil suddenly stopped and stood up. 'Out of my house,' said the Learned Man; 'out of my house! I've had enough of you, and I've no time for fiddle-faddle! It's past twelve, and I've won!'
The Devil, though still panting, smiled a diabolical smile, and pulling out his repeater (which he had taken as a perquisite from the body of a member of Parliament), said, 'I suppose you keep Greenwich time?'
'Certainly!' said Sir Charles.
'Well,' said the Devil, 'so much the worse for you to live in Suffolk. You're four minutes fast, so I'll trouble you to come along with me; and I warn you that any words you now say may be used against...'
At this point the Learned Man's patron saint, who thought things had gone far enough, materialized himself and coughed gently. They both looked round, and there was St Charles sitting in the easy chair.
'So far,' murmured the Saint to the Devil suavely, 'so far from being four minutes too early, you are exactly a year too late.' On saying this, the Saint smiled a genial, priestly smile, folded his hands, twiddled his thumbs slowly round and round, and gazed in a fatherly way at the Devil.
'What do you mean?' shouted the Devil.
'What I say,' said St Charles calmly; '1900 is not the last year of the nineteenth century; it is the first year of the twentieth.'
'Oh!' sneered the Devil, 'are you an anti-vaccinationist as well? Now, look here' (and he began counting on his fingers); 'supposing in the year 1 B.C. ...'
'I never argue,' said St Charles.
'Well, all I know is,' answered the Devil with some heat, 'that in this matter as in most others, thank the Lord, I have on my side all the historians and all the scientists, all the universities, all the...'
'And I,' interrupted St Charles, waving his hand like a gentleman (he is a Borromeo), 'I have the Pope!'
At this the Devil gave a great howl, and disappeared in a clap of thunder, and was never seen again till his recent appearance at Brighton.
So the Learned Man was saved; but hardly; for he had to spend five hundred years in Purgatory catechizing such heretics and pagans as got there, and instructing them in the true faith. And with the more muscular he passed a knotty time.
The end of this week brings us the great three days surrounding the Feast of All Saint's Day! Wednesday is the first of those days, called All Hallow's Eve, in the past known as a day of fast and abstinence. All Saint's Day follows on the first, bring a great day of feasting with all the Blessed in Heaven! November 3rd brings us to All Soul's Day where we remember those suffering the flames of Purgatory awaiting their release. It is in honor of this day that we are giving way November's gifts!
A few years ago now, we were given, as a gift, from those lovely people at Mother of Our Savior, the book titled Purgation Manual. My grandfather had passed away and they were so kind to send us this little book. It has been a great comfort over the years and a daily devotion in our family since. We would like to share this wonderful devotion with you! By entering below you have 4 ways to win one of the TEN copies that we are giving away! We pray that you will enjoy this book as much as we have. As always you may purchase your own copy over at Refuge of Sinner's Publishing
, they also just released a couple of other books on the Poor Souls along with many other great titles! Have a most blessed Hallow's Eve, All Saints and All Souls days!
Around the Year with the Trapp Family
All Souls Day
Toward the end of the year, on November 2nd, the Church sets a day aside which is devoted to the suffering souls in Purgatory. Just as we turn to our big sisters and brothers, the saints, to intercede for us at the throne of God, the poor souls are also turning toward us: "Have pity on me, have pity on me, at least you, my friends, because the hand of the Lord has trouched me" (Job 19:21; Office of the Dead). Helpless in themselves, since the purification they are undergoing is passive suffering, they can be helped by us. We canpray for them. We can offer up sacrafices and good works with the desire that God may accept them and, seeing in them the prayer and suffering rise from the Mystical Body of His only Son, hasten the delivery of those souls whom He deems worthy and ready for such help. On the day of "all the faithful departed" the Church reminds her children to listen to the message of the Scriptures in her liturgy and to do some thinking and meditating on Purgatory and the holy souls there. (Continue reading in this blog post
, scroll down to get to the section on All Souls' Day)
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"To relieve the souls of the departed is to perform all the works of mercy in a single act." -St. Francis De Sales
The souls in Purgatory are Saints who love God intensely, but are
prevented from enjoying Him on account of some debts to Divine Justice because
of sin. Their pains are great . Their greatest torment is their unsatisfied
desire of being with God. They have already seen Him at their judgment, and they
now know His perfections in a way far different from anything possible in this
life. If we only thought of this,
how careful we should be not to commit venial sins.
There are many motives to induce us to help the poor souls, such as
the glory that their praises will give to God when they are before His
throne; pity for them - suffering
without being able to help themselves; and our own interest, as charity to them
brings blessings from God, and puts them under an obligation to assist us by
We may relieve them by prayers, indulgences, almsgiving, Holy
Communion, and particularly by the holy Sacrifice of the
One special effect of this devotion to the poor souls is to cause
us to lead a very pure life, because, as we are pleading for those, some of whom
have offended God only slightly, we are constantly reminded of the punishment,
and so it is not likely that we will commit similar
So many reasons, then, urge us to help the poor souls; it was no
wonder that Holy Church should encourage us by her own example. No Mass can be
celebrated, no Divine Office recited, and no grace after meals should be said,
without a prayer for the happy repose of their souls.
"In pains beyond all earthly pains,
Favourites of Jesus! There they lie,
Letting the fire wear out their stains,
And worshipping God's purity."
Example -SS. Monica and Augustine
Augustine - the wayward Augustine - having at last been converted
as the result of a mother's tears and prayers, St. Monica felt that her work on
earth was done, and henceforth she sighed for Heaven. "Son," said she to him, "I
have now no tie to earth. I have nothing more to hope for in this world. One
thing there was for which I did desire to tarry a little longer in this life,
which was that I might see thee a Christian Catholic before I died. My God hath
granted me more than this, in that I see thee now despising earthly felicity,
entirely devoted to His service. Why, therefore, do I tarry here? Lay this body
anywhere, be not concerned about that; only this I beg of you, that wheresoever
you be, you make remembrance of me at the Lord's altar."
From that moment Monica was silent, wholly absorbed in preparing
herself for the advent of her heavenly Bridegroom. Augustine, full of love and
fortitude, remained by his mother; though alternately lost in wondering
admiration, and overcome by sorrow, with his prayers, and ardent love he aided
her in this last painful struggle.
After her happy death, he says: "I let go my tears, which I had
kept in before, that they might flow as much as they pleased, and found rest to
my soul in weeping for her, who so long had wept for me."
To the very day of his death he ceased not to mourn for his mother.
In compliance with her dying request, he daily remembered her in his prayers,
and at the holy altar. "And now," writes St. Augustine thirty years after her
death, "my heart being healed of that wound in which a carnal affection may have
had too great a share, I pour out to Thee, O Lord, in behalf of that servant of
Thine, a far different sort of tears, flowing from a spirit freighted with the
consideration of the perils of every soul that dies in Adam.... Therefore, O God
of my heart, my glory and my life, setting aside her good deeds, for which I
give Thee thanks, I entreat Thee at present for my mother's sins. Hear me now, I
beseech Thee, through that Physician of our souls Who hung upon the Cross, and
Who now intercedeth for us at Thy right hand. I know that mercifully, and from
her heart, she forgave her debtors their trespasses; do Thou likewise forgive
her her debts, if she has contracted any during those many years she lived after
her Baptism. Forgive them, O Lord, forgive them, I beseech Thee .... Let her
therefore rest in peace, together with her husband, her only spouse, whom she
dutifully served that she might be worthy of gaining him to Thee. And do Thou
inspire, O Lord my God, my brothers, my masters, whom I wish to serve with my
voice, heart and writings, that as many as shall read this may remember at Thy
altar Thy handmaid Monica, with Patricius, her husband, by whom Thou broughtest
me into this life. Let them remember with a pious affection those who were my
parents in this transitory life, that so my mother's last request to me on her
death-bed may be more abundantly performed for her by the prayers of many than
by mine alone."
A dear friend and her family has put out another issue of the St. Catherine
Academy Gazette. As in every issue, it features stories from old imprimatured
books along with pictures, games for the kids, cathecism questions, color pages and so forth. You will find the most recent copy below along with issue number 17. If you missed the first issue we shared here please click here to print issue 18
. If you would like to be on the email list to receive these please find the contact information on the last page of the newsletter.
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