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The Parable of the Lost Sheep

11/27/2012

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 Now the publicans and sinners drew near unto him to hear him.  And the Pharisees and the scribes murmured, saying: This man receiveth sinners, and eateth with them.  And he spoke to them this parable, saying:  What man of you that hath an hundred sheep: and if he shall lose one of them, doth he not leave the ninety-nine in the desert, and go after that which was lost, until he find it?  And when he hath found it, lay it upon his shoulders, rejoicing:

 And coming home, call together his friends and neighbours, saying to them: Rejoice with me, because I have found my sheep that was lost?  I say to you, that even so there shall be joy in heaven upon one sinner that doth penance, more than upon ninety-nine just who need not penance.

Luke 15:1-8


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Who Am I?

11/21/2012

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There are 3 more chances to win in our GIVEAWAY!  The next drawing will be for The Complete Catholic Homeschool planner on November 26.  Check out our Giveaway post for details!

From the June-July, 1918 issue of Manna
WHO AM I?
I am more powerful than the combined armies of the world.
I am more deadly than bullets, and have wrecked more homes than the mightiest    of siege guns.
I steal in the United States alone over $300,000,000 a year.
I spare no one, and find my victims among the rich and poor alike; the young and the old; the young and the weak; widows and orphans know me.
I massacre thousands upon thousands of working people in a year.
I lurk in unseen places, and do most of my work silently.  You are warned against me but heed not.
I am everywhere: in the home, on the street, in the factory, at railroad crossings, and at sea.
I bring sickness, degradation and death, and yet few seek to avoid me.
I destroy, crush and maim; I give nothing, but take all.
I am your worst enemy.


Who am I?
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I am CARELESSNESS!


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Eternal Rest Grant Unto Them O Lord

11/17/2012

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May Jesus have mercy on the Soul of
Stephanie Gutenberger
Died November 16,  2012


Prayer
Look down on me,  good and gentle Jesus,
 while before Thy face I humbly kneel and with burning soul pray and
 beseech Thee to fix deep in my heart lively sentiments 
of faith, hope and charity and true contrition for my sins, 
and a firm purpose of amendment,
 the while I contemplate with great love and tender pity
 Thy five wounds, pondering over them within me,
 whilst I call to mind the words which David the Prophet said of Thee my Jesus,  
"They pierced My hands and My feet, they numbered all My bones."
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A Youthful Sufferer

11/13/2012

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From the Boys' and Girls' Mission Page of the June/July 1918 issue of Manna:

A Youthful Sufferer

By Sr.  d. N. D.

            In the orphanage of Tainoura, in the Gota Islands, Japan, lived Mary O Hatsu who came from the village of Aloghi.  The missionary, thinking she was old enough to work her way through life, sent her to her native village.  Here a veritable martyrdom awaited her, and poor Mary had to undergo many severe trials.

            Her new home was with her younger sister, whose husband was not only a perfect stranger to Mary, but proved to be a cruel host.  He tried in every possible way to compel her to give up the true faith.  Since beating and abuses failed to bring about the desired change, her persecutor took from her her rosary, scapular and medal, denied her all time for prayer and for works of charity, and forced her to live in a miserable little hut.  Here a half-decayed straw mat was her only resting place.  Twice daily her cruel sister would bring her two or three cold potatoes.  During the entire winter Mary remained in this prison without fire, without warm clothing, without comfortable covering for the night, almost dying of hunger and cold.  All communication with the Christians was denied her.  Although she was near a Chapel, she was not allowed to enter it.  She had asked permission to visit the priest, to go to Confession, and to assist at the Holy Sacrifice; yet all her pleadings were of no avail.

            One evening, thinking all the inmates of the house asleep, Mary quietly left her prison and took the path leading to Windzunoura.  Soon, however, she heard a heavy footstep.  She turned, only to see a bold figure bearing a lantern, and to hear a familiar voice calling her, uttering fearful threats if she refused to return.  Mary stood motionless.  The thought of the cruel beatings completely overpowered her.  She was so near the missionary!  She had not received the sacraments for so long!  What happiness to be in the company of Christians again!  Strengthened by the conviction that she was doing right, she resolutely set out for the chapel, where she poured out her soul in loving complaint to Jesus in the Blessed Sacrament.  She next sought that “peace which the world cannot give”—the peace to be obtained in the Sacrament of Penance.  How she longed to remain in the Chapel all night!  But—she must make the sacrifice and offer her sufferings instead.  Reluctantly she tore herself away and courageously returned to her prison.

            Her brother-in-law, with cruel impatience, awaited her return. He threw her on the floor, trampled upon her and beat her so violently that for eight days Mary could scarcely move a limb.  The missionary heard of these outrages through a sympathetic neighbor and resolved to take Mary back to the “Mission House of the Holy Childhood.”

            Once back in Tainoura, Mary cried for joy, thanking God daily for the grace of perseverance in suffering and for having found a heaven on earth in her dear mission home.


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November 8, 2012

11/8/2012

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 May the most just, most high, most amiable will of God be done in all things, be praised and magnified forever.

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Huge Giveaway!!

11/5/2012

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On every Monday for the next 5 weeks we are going to be having a draw for a giveaway. We will be giving away a 5-in-1 Advent Activity, one of each of our three homeschool planners, AND a Design-a-Planner cd-rom! 

There are two ways in which you can get your name in for the draws:

1) "Like" us on facebook and leave a comment 
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2) Leave a comment right here on our blog. 

You will only need to enter once. If you did not win a previous draw, your name will remain in the draw for the other draws. 



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1st Draw:  November 12, 2012   5-in-1 Advent Activity
CONGRATULATIONS to Dessi Jackson!

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2nd Draw:  November 19, 2012   The Homeschool Journal
CONGRATULATIONS to Amanda Vines!

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3rd Draw:  November 26, 2012   The Complete Catholic Homeschool Planner
CONGRATULATIONS to Laraine!

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4th Draw:  December 3,  2012   The Complete Homeschool Planner
CONGRATULATIONS to Clare Kosel!

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5th Draw:  December 10, 2012  Design-a-planner CD-rom
CONGRATULATIONS to Patricia Bevill!

Thank you for visiting Cascia Books, good luck and God Bless!
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St. Anthony's Joy

11/2/2012

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From the June-July, 1918 issue of Manna


St. Anthony’s Joy

He knelt in study and in prayer

   In his small cell at home,

When suddenly a Child all fair

   Stood there upon the tome.


It was the little Jesus dear

   Who came to Anthony.

But why came He so very near?

    Because of purity.


St. Anthony was filled with joy;

   He opened wide his arms.

He wanted but this Holy Boy,

   He cared but for His charms.


And Jesus rested for a while

   Upon his yearning breast.--

He was repaid for every trial;

  Of balms that was the best.


But only for a moment he

   Embraced his God, his Love,

For Jesus vanished suddenly:

   He went to heaven above.


So ‘tis with us: oft Jesus lies,

   Not only in our arms,

But to our hearts He ever tries

  To bring His heavenly charms.


The Little Host which we receive

   This scene acts o’er and o’er,

When happy we with Jesus leave

   The tabernacle door.

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