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Hello! I’m Cynthia, a twenty-four year old Catholic who seeks to reach the heart of Jesus by carrying out all of my actions by Mary, with Mary, in Mary, and for Mary; so that I may do them all the more perfectly by Jesus, with Jesus, in Jesus, and for Jesus. Journey with me as I become a Servus Christi (Slave of Christ), by becoming a slave to the Blessed Virgin first.

hislittleflower-throughconcrete:

ibietreducis:

moonshoes-maggie:

thesciencewitch:

nerdfithers:

notxam:

enough pope jokes. time to get down to business

to defeat the nuns

Did they send me the Father when I asked for the Son?

You’re the holiest bunch I’ve ever met.

And you can bet before we’re through

Mister, I’ll make a saint out of you

omg

Well, I know what I’ll be humming tomorrow morning.

— 54 minutes ago with 73020 notes
the-militant-catholic:

runpraylift:

shanahanthegael:

Whenever I see someone get into a theological debate with Father Angel

Where has this post been all my tumblr life..

Going against Father Angel is a bit like challenging Saint Micheal to a duel. You’re goin’ down, son.

the-militant-catholic:

runpraylift:

shanahanthegael:

Whenever I see someone get into a theological debate with Father Angel

Where has this post been all my tumblr life..

Going against Father Angel is a bit like challenging Saint Micheal to a duel. You’re goin’ down, son.

— 2 hours ago with 65 notes
THE SEVEN PENITENTIAL PSALMS →

by-grace-of-god:

These prayers are to be prayed during the days of Lent. If they can’t be said on each day of the Season, they can at least be prayed on Lenten Fridays (or during Holy Week?). One kneels when praying these Psalms and recites a Glory Be after each one.

Psalm 6

Lord, do not reprove me in your anger: punish me not in your rage. Have mercy on me, Lord, I have no strength; Lord, heal me, my body is racked; my soul is racked with pain. But you, a Lord, how long? Return, Lord, rescue my soul. Save me in your merciful love, for in death no one remembers you; from the grave, who can give you praise? I am exhausted with my groaning; every night I drench my pillow with tears. My eye wastes away from grief; I have grown old surrounded by my foes. Leave me, all you who do evil; for the Lord has heard my weeping. The Lord has heard my plea; the Lord will accept my prayer. All my foes will retire in confusion, foiled and suddenly confounded.

Psalm 32

Happy the man whose offense is forgiven, whose sin is remitted. a happy the man to whom the Lord imputes no guilt, in whose spirit is no guile. I kept it secret and my frame was wasted. I groaned all the day long, for night and day your hand was heavy upon me. Indeed, my strength was dried up as by the summer’s heal. But now I have acknowledged my sins; my guilt I did not hide. I said: “I will confess my offense to the Lord.” And you, Lord, have forgiven the guilt of my sin. So let every good man pray to you in the time of need. The floods of water may reach high but him they shall not reach. You are my hiding place, a Lord; you save me from distress. You surround me with cries of deliverance. I will instruct you and teach you the way you should go; I will give you counsel with my eye upon you. Be not like the horse and mule, unintelligent, needing bridle and bit, else they will not approach you. Many sorrows has the wicked but he who trusts in the Lord, loving mercy surrounds him. Rejoice, rejoice in the Lord, exult, you just! a come, ring out your joy, all you upright of heart.

Psalm 38

O Lord, do not rebuke me in your anger; do not punish me, Lord in your rage. Your arrows have sunk deep in me; your hand has come down upon me. Through your anger all my body is sick: through my sin, there is no health in my limbs. My guilt towers higher than my head; it is a weight too heavy to bear. My wounds are foul and festering, the result of my own folly. I am bowed and brought to my knees. I go mourning all the day long. All my frame bums with fever; all my body is sick. Spent and utterly crushed, I cry aloud in anguish of heart. O Lord, you know all my longing: my groans are not hidden from you. My heart throbs, my strength is spent; the very light has gone from my eyes. My friends avoid me like a leper; those closest to me stand afar off. Those who plot against my life lay snares; those who seek my ruin speak of harm, planning treachery all the day long. But I am like the deaf who cannot hear, like the dumb unable to speak. I am like a man who hears nothing in whose mouth is no defense. I count on you, O Lord: it is you, Lord God, who will answer. I pray: “Do not let them mock me, those who triumph if my foot should slip.” For I am on the point of falling and my pain is always before me. I confess that I am guilty and my sin fills me with dismay. My wanton enemies are numberless and my lying foes are many. They repay me evil for good and attack me for seeking what is right. O Lord, do not forsake me! My God, do not stay afar off! Make haste and come to my help, O Lord, my God, my savior!

Psalm 51

Have mercy on me, God, in your kindness. In your compassion blot out my offense. O wash me more and more from my guilt and cleanse me from my sin. My offenses truly I know them; my sin is always before me. Against you, you alone, have I sinned; what is evil in your sight I have done. That you may be justified when you give sentence and be without reproach when you judge. O see, in guilt was I born, a sinner was I conceived. Indeed you love truth in the heart; then in the secret of my heart teach me wisdom. a purify me, then I shall be clean; O wash me, I shall be whiter than snow. Make me hear rejoicing and gladness, that the bones you have crushed may revive. From my sins turn away your face and blot out all my guilt. A pure heart create for me, O God, put a steadfast spirit within me. Do not cast me away from your presence, nor deprive me of your holy spirit. Give me again the joy of your help; with a spirit of fervor sustain me, that I may teach transgressors your ways and sinners may return to you. O rescue me, God, my helper, and my tongue shall ring out your goodness. O Lord, open my lips and my mouth shall declare your praise. For in sacrifice you take no delight, burnt offering from me you would refuse; my sacrifice, a contrite spirit. A humbled, contrite heart you will not spurn. In your goodness, show favor to Zion: rebuild the walls of Jerusalem. Then you will be pleased with lawful sacrifice, holocausts offered on your altar.

Psalm 102

O Lord, listen to my prayer and let my cry for help reach you. Do not hide your face from me in the day of my distress. Turn your ear towards me and answer me quickly when I call. For my days are vanishing like smoke, my bones bum away like a fire. My heart is withered like the grass. I forget to eat my bread. I cry with all my strength and my skin clings to my bones. I have become like a pelican in the wilderness, like an owl in desolate places. I lie awake and I moan like some lonely bird on a roof. All the day long my foes revile me; those who hate me use my name as a curse. The bread I eat is ashes; my drink is mingled with tears. In your anger, Lord, and your fury you have lifted me up and thrown me down. My days are like a passing shadow and I wither away like the grass.

But you, O Lord, will endure for ever and your name from age to age. You will arise and have mercy on Zion: for this is the time to have mercy; yes, the time appointed has come, for your servants love her very stones, are moved with pity even for her dust. The nations shall fear the name of the Lord and all the earth’s kings your glory, when the Lord shall build up Zion again and appear in all his glory. Then he will turn to the prayers of the helpless; he will not despise their prayers. Let this be written for ages to come that a people yet unborn may praise the Lord; for the Lord leaned down from his sanctuary on high. He looked down from heaven to the earth that he might hear the groans of the prisoners and free those condemned to die. The sons of your servants shall dwell untroubled, and their race shall endure before you that the name of the Lord may be proclaimed in Zion and his praise in the heart of Jerusalem, when peoples and kingdoms are gathered together to pay their homage to the Lord.

He has broken my strength in mid-course; he has shortened the days of my life. I say to God: “Do not take me away before my days are complete, you, whose days last from age to age. Long ago you founded the earth, and the heavens are the work of your hands. They will perish but you will remain. They will all wear out like a garment. You will change them like clothes that are changed. But you neither change, nor have an end. The children of your servants will continue, and their descendants will be established before you.”

Psalm 130

Out of the depths I cry to you, O Lord: Lord, hear my voice! O let your ears be attentive to the voice of my pleading. If you, O Lord, should mark our guilt, Lord, who would survive? But with you is found forgiveness: for this we revere you. My soul is waiting for the Lord; I count on his word. My soul is longing for the Lord more than the watchman for daybreak. Let the watchman count on daybreak and Israel on the Lord. Because with the Lord there is mercy and fullness of redemption; Israel indeed he will redeem from all its iniquity.

Psalm 143, 1-11

Lord, listen to my prayer; turn your ear to my appeal. You are faithful, you are just; give answer. Do not call your servant to judgment, for no one is just in your sight. The enemy pursues my soul; he has crushed my life to the ground; he has made me dwell in darkness like the dead, long forgotten. Therefore my spirit fails; my heart is numb within me. I remember the days that are past: I ponder all your works. I muse on what your hand has wrought and to you I stretch out my hands. Like a parched land my soul thirsts for you. Lord, make haste and answer; for my spirit fails within me. Do not hide your face lest I become like those in the grave. In the morning let me know your love, for I put my trust in you. Make me know the way I should walk: to you I lift up my soul. Rescue me, Lord, from my enemies; I have fled to you for refuge. Teach me to do your will for you, O Lord, are my God. Let your good spirit guide me in ways that are level and smooth. For your name’s sake, Lord, save my life; in your justice save my soul from distress.

— 6 hours ago with 28 notes
by-grace-of-god:

“There is no dignity when the human dimension is eliminated from the person. In short, the problem with pornography is not that it shows too much of the person, but that it shows far too little.” - Pope John Paul II,  Theology of the Body

by-grace-of-god:

“There is no dignity when the human dimension is eliminated from the person. In short, the problem with pornography is not that it shows too much of the person, but that it shows far too little.” - Pope John Paul II,  Theology of the Body

(Source: fidesandratio, via fortifieddesign)

— 6 hours ago with 139 notes
by-grace-of-god:

"But God is so rich in mercy, and he loved us so much, that even though we were dead because of our sins, he gave us life when he raised Christ from the dead." Eph :4-5

by-grace-of-god:

"But God is so rich in mercy, and he loved us so much, that even though we were dead because of our sins, he gave us life when he raised Christ from the dead." Eph :4-5

— 6 hours ago with 42 notes
Controversial Opinion #1 →

fatherangel:

nikosnature:

digitalpapist:

nikosnature:

digitalpapist:

I felt torn over whether to air misgivings about this, but I suppose I should just put it out there: I have strong reservations about the canonization of John Paul II.

This isn’t to dispute his personal holiness, nor…

Saint John Paul II obviously knew that young people were being sexually molested in the Church. He had to sign every decree which defrocked or laicized those priests who were ousted by Cardinal Ratzinger. And as a bishop and then archbishop in Poland, he would no doubt have dealt with the typical “sins of the clergy” which bishops with long experience have to deal with.

Saint John Paul also allowed Cardinal Ratzinger to bypass canonical procedures calling for formal church trials and to seek the laicization of these priests without the trials to which they had always been entitled before laicization.

But those juicy details have definitely been uncovered—they always are—in the canonical process. But not every detail is published, especially if it is not relevant to a person’s sanctity.

Which now gets to the heart of the matter. Failure to act in the face of great moral evil does not necessarily make you a great sinner, or a coward, or a hypocrite. Even on Tumblr, when you have had friends and acquaintances who are viciously attacked by trolls and malcontents, and you have not acted to defend them, clear their name, or give them written comfort at least through your blog, you have also been guilty of a failure to act.

But failure to act can have many reasons. You may not have the mental and emotional energy to do combat for the people that you should, at the moment that you should. Or you may be having a bad week yourself and may prefer to be a mere Tumblr bystander instead of spending time and energy on the internet that you need to give to other things. Also, you see within your circle of family and friends that all of your interventions to stop evil are often for naught.

People have a way of going around you to continue committing the evil you have tried to stop them from committing. Then, there is just the plain information gap. Are you 90% sure that someone is causing evil and harm to others, or 80%, or 50%, or 30% sure? And even if you are sure, how sure are you that your actions will not cause more harm than good. 

Let’s take as an example the neighbor whose robbery you report to the police so that the sketchy people you know are brought to justice. What if the police arrest those people but then they are lawyered out of jail? What if they take a plea? What if the district attorney says, “I just am not going to prosecute that robbery?” What happens when the sketchy people return to the neighborhood. What do you think they will do with your neighbor? Will there be retaliation? Can you answer that, 100% for sure, with a yes or no?

Even if Saint John Paul knew there was sexual molestation going on, he certainly could not have known, 100% for sure, and in all cases, what the level of involvement or guilt was on the part of particular priests or bishops. The Catholic Church is a storm of flying rumors. Do you want to lay public charges against the a priest by removing him from ministry, based on rumors? 

Do you know if the priest has access to legal counsel? What if that priest you accuse, based on rumors or on your 50% certitude as a bishop, turns around and sues you for defamation? What if he is innocent and you cause his entire circle of friends to turn against the Church? And there is some chance of due process in the U.S. In foreign countries, only God knows what will happen once you involve the authority in the cases of certain priests and the rumor that they are abusing young people.

What did Saint John Paul know? About the sexual abuse problem in general, I am sure he knew a lot—after the fact. About the sexual abuse activities of individual priests, while they were taking place, that is extremely doubtful, because such criminals, and the criminal mind, are expert at forging false appearances and secret and clandestine crime. It has never been easy for the Church to catch such men—they are smooth operators, as are criminals in general. 

So, when we speak of how much a saint knew, and his or her failure to act in the face of moral evil, let’s not pretend this is a black and white problem which admits of easy answers and solutions—they are no easier than the times in my life or your life when we also fail to act.

If knowing about crime and failing to act is an infallible sign to strike someone from the list of saints, then I invite the traditionalist Catholics to declare St. Pius X the biggest fraud and fake who was foisted onto the calendar of saints. Because St. Pius X knew for a fact that King Leopold of Belgium was carrying out massacres in the Congo, against hundreds of thousands, if not millions of Africans. 

The Belgian King’s crimes in the Congo, taking place even before Catholic missionaries at the turn of the last century, included mass starvation, brutal rape of the female population, failure to give medical attention to the victims of European-introduced diseases, chopping off hands and feet of the African Congolese at times for the mere enjoyment of doing it, if not as punishment for “laziness” and wholesale executions. Meanwhile, the ivory and rubber trade made countless millions for the King, who lavished much of this on his prostitute-mistress—a 16 year old when the King started to have sex with her.

Why the silence from St. Pius X? King Leopold conservatively murdered over 2 million Africans—decades after the crimes witnesses still spoke of 50% of some villages being wiped out by Leopold’s soldiers.

Why the canonization of a Pope who presided over a Catholic holocaust against innocent Africans, in order to spill their blood and enrich the filthy coffers of a degenerate Belgian king? Why? Is it because he was a CATHOLIC king? It is because Leopold was taking the true faith to pagans, even if he was killing millions in the process? Only God knows the answers to those questions—they still leave unanswered the nature and true extend of the most horrific and godless Catholic crimes in all history. But that St. Pius X did not act against Leopold, but instead permitted him a full, pompous, and glorious Tridentine Requiem Mass with all the honors of a “Catholic” monarch, is a fact.

Yet, Pius X is a saint. And he is a saint because good and holy people can and do fail to act in the face of moral evil. What good and holy people cannot do, if they wish to be a saint, is commit great moral evil.

— 8 hours ago with 25 notes

sentimental-slop:

hislittleflower-throughconcrete:

le-swing-cajun:

nevermorecertain:

muffykin:

aljohnsonwrites:

No, really, I’m fine.

The look on their faces turn me soppy

Save me from my irrational feels

YAAAS

I want nuns at my wedding!!!!

Even if I don’t know any nuns that would attend my wedding, I would hire some anyway just so I can have this. ;__; I’d give donations to their convent for the rest of my life. /loser

We should all hire some nuns to attend our weddings. Their smiling faces make the world go round. XD

(Source: fircyca)

— 11 hours ago with 492 notes
purgatorialsociety:

O Lord, who to redeem the world and to free us from the pains of hell, didst vouchsafe to be born amongst men, subject to pain and to death, to be circumcised, rejected, and persecuted by the Jews, betrayed by Thy disciple Judas with a sacrilegious kiss, and as a lamb, gentle and innocent, to he bound with cords, and dragged in scorn before the tribunals of Annas, Caiphas, Pilate, and Herod; who didst suffer Thyself to be accused by false witnesses, torn by scourges, crowned with thorns, smitten with blows, insulted with spittings, to have Thy divine countenance covered out of contempt, to be many ways set at naught and outraged, to be filled with reproaches and ignominies, and, last of all, to be stripped of Thy clothes, nailed to and raised high upon a cross between two notorious thieves, to be drenched with gall and vinegar, and then pierced with a lance, and so to fulfil the mighty work of our redemption: Saviour most tender, by these Thy many cruel sufferings borne by Thee out of Thy love for me, which I, unworthy as I am, yet dare to contemplate, by Thy holy cross, and by Thy bitter death, free me (and this Thy servant *) from the pains of hell and vouchsafe to bring me to Paradise, whither Thou didst lend the penitent thief who was crucified with Thee, my Jesus, who, with the Father and with the Holy Ghost, livest and reignest God for ever and ever. Amen.
* If said for a soul in its agony.

purgatorialsociety:

O Lord, who to redeem the world and to free us from the pains of hell, didst vouchsafe to be born amongst men, subject to pain and to death, to be circumcised, rejected, and persecuted by the Jews, betrayed by Thy disciple Judas with a sacrilegious kiss, and as a lamb, gentle and innocent, to he bound with cords, and dragged in scorn before the tribunals of Annas, Caiphas, Pilate, and Herod; who didst suffer Thyself to be accused by false witnesses, torn by scourges, crowned with thorns, smitten with blows, insulted with spittings, to have Thy divine countenance covered out of contempt, to be many ways set at naught and outraged, to be filled with reproaches and ignominies, and, last of all, to be stripped of Thy clothes, nailed to and raised high upon a cross between two notorious thieves, to be drenched with gall and vinegar, and then pierced with a lance, and so to fulfil the mighty work of our redemption: Saviour most tender, by these Thy many cruel sufferings borne by Thee out of Thy love for me, which I, unworthy as I am, yet dare to contemplate, by Thy holy cross, and by Thy bitter death, free me (and this Thy servant *) from the pains of hell and vouchsafe to bring me to Paradise, whither Thou didst lend the penitent thief who was crucified with Thee, my Jesus, who, with the Father and with the Holy Ghost, livest and reignest God for ever and ever. Amen.

* If said for a soul in its agony.

(via acatholicvibe)

— 11 hours ago with 16 notes

fortifieddesign:

I’m sad.

I don’t know why.

Please pray for me.

— 1 day ago with 6 notes