[featured-image single_newwindow=”false”] “Ballade to Our Lady of Częstochowa” by Hilaire Belloc Lady and Queen and Mystery manifoldAnd very Regent of the untroubled sky,Whom in a dream St. Hilda did beholdAnd heard a woodland music passing by:You shall receive me when the clouds are highWith evening and the sheep attain the fold.This is the faith that […]
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[featured-image single_newwindow=”false”] Today, August 26th, is the feast day of Our Lady of Częstochowa, Queen of Poland! Here is a great litany based on a homily of the Martyred Polish Priest, Blessed Jerzy Popiełuszko. It is certainly fitting for our own times. May our most beloved Mother guide us in these dark and troubled times! Litany
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[featured-image single_newwindow=”false”] Kolbe is the patron saint of our difficult century. – St. John Paul II While St. John Paul II was referring to the previous century, I believe Saint Maximilian Kolbe can be said to be the patron saint of the 21st century as well. Especially in this time of war and violence, we
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[featured-image single_newwindow=”false”] Here are some photos I took a few years back from a pilgrimage in Spain. The last one is from Italy in the ancient town of Ostia Antica. You can see these and more on my Flickr page. It reminds us that this life is a pilgrimage and we are all striving to reach
[featured-image single_newwindow=”false”]30-years of Solidarity mural in Ostrowiec Świętokrzyski (priest Jerzy Popiełuszko in foreground) by Krugerr[/featured-image] Today, June 4th, 2014 marks 25 years of Polish freedom from communism. While it is a wonderful event to celebrate, let us remember that it was principally through prayer that communism fell in Poland. In fact, it was primarily through
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Here is my own take on the classic tale of Poland’s famous White Eagle. Enjoy! Sacrifice by Philip Kosloski Upon a cool mid-summer’s eve, I lost my way and wandered ’bout In foreign lands I’d never seen, Strayed ‘midst the leaves a-glistening. Drawn empty from a fortnight out Bereft of food and looking lean;
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[featured-image single_newwindow=”false”]Source – Richard Dorrell[/featured-image] On Wednesday, January 9, 1918, Josemaría [Escriva] turned sixteen. The city of Logroño lay peaceful under a heavy snowfall. The temperature hovered around zero degrees Fahrenheit. No one went out unless they absolutely had to. On one of those wintry days the young man looked down at the snow and saw
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