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Battle Depression

Prayer against Depression - by Saint Ignatius of Loyola
O Christ Jesus,
when all is darkness
and we feel our weakness and helplessness,
give us the sense of Your presence,
Your love, and Your strength.
Help us to have perfect trust
in Your protecting love
and strengthening power,
so that nothing may frighten or worry us,
for, living close to You,
we shall see Your hand,
Your purpose, Your will through all things.


I am still more, with far greater labors, far more imprisonments, far worse beatings, and numerous brushes with death. Five times at the hands of the Jews I received forty lashes minus one. Three times I was beaten with rods, once I was stoned, three times I was shipwrecked, I passed a night and a day on the deep; on frequent journeys, in dangers from rivers, dangers from robbers, dangers from my own race, dangers from Gentiles, dangers in the city, dangers in the wilderness, dangers at sea, dangers among false brothers; in toil and hardship, through many sleepless nights, throug…

O Sacrament Most Holy

Somewhere in the very center of my being Our Holy Mother & Her Saving Son Despite the coldness of my love Despite the hardness of my heart Despite the darkness of my sin stained soul Have chosen to take refuge therein. And Lo! There is Life!


Snow is no surprise in North Central Pa. I can't say that I really like snow anymore. I used to when I was much younger. Then is was magic, fun and a possible day off from school. Now it is wet shoes, dirty cars, lots of work and a possible stiff back and arms for a few days. Where did the magic go?
I went out for a short drive this evening just to get out of the house. I passed a group of kids. Their ages seemed to span preteen to late teens. I was stopped at a red light, so I rolled down my window to have a listen. Their peals of laughter filled the night with that magic I had somehow misplaced. I was sad when the light turned green, because I knew that what is a source of joy to these young people would once again become a nuisance to me.
It is, however, quite lovely.
I shampooed my grandmother's carpets today. I went to the country to pray at a Church that has Eucharistic Adoration Sunday evening until Monday evening. I had a wonderful hour of prayer. Then a …
Fr. Gorden MacRae wrote an article for the First Things Blog in November of 1997 regarding the amazing mishandling of the priest scandal in which he quotes Fr. Richard Neuhaus:"(It) is in the nature of witch hunts that those in politics, religion, and journalism who have promoted them, participated in them, or publicly endorsed them, have done so under the guise of ‘the public good,’ and with a perceived ‘public sanction’ that has historically consisted of two equally influential components: the noise of a few, and the silence of many.”

A Prayer from Sullivan County, PA

A Prayer from Sullivan CountyO Lord.What have I done with such a precious gift?All creation sings your praises, but I criticize and complain.Never has an oak tree wished it were a maple.Never an aspen weeps for shedding its leaves nor envies the evergreen.Cats contentedly meow.Mules merrily bray.Crows caw your praises.The waters flow with Your breath and freeze at Your command. Clouds collect and dispense at Your will.Man, only man goes against his created nature.In doing so, his nature and much of the natural world is corrupted.You give us to eat, and it is never sweet enough.You feed us from Your abundant table, and we complain that we are too full.Free us from our bonds ~ and we feel deprived!God of the Ages, God of all creation, God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, I have been such.Forgive me.As you fill the Earth with Your Glory, so empty my cluttered heart and mind that I may be filled with Your Loving Presence.Then, perhaps, I will benefit Your Church, Your Kingdom and Your…

Insignificant Graces?

Occasionally when I am sleeping (and when I am thinking, though I cannot tell the difference sometimes) the Good Lord will speak to my heart so clearly that I am not able to doubt. My usual filters and defenses are disarmed so that I can not only hear, but I am able to freely and clearly discern what is of God, what is of Mike and what is of the Devil.
Last night was one of those graced moments. The past few weeks have been particularly difficult for me spiritually. My prayer has been constant, but also agonizing, as I am becoming aware of how little I reflect the Love of Christ. Outside of offering the Holy Sacrifice of the Mass and celebrating the Sacraments with and for the people, I am terribly deficient in Christian charity, good works and perseverance. I don't want this post to degenerate into yet another of my narcissistic rants, so suffice it to say that were I to grade myself on discipleship I would give myself a D+!
Anyway... I had a series of awful days and a great…

A Letter From A True Believer!