Friday, February 21, 2014

Mother's love


The other day I listened to an audio sancta sermon from the Feast of the Presentation of the Lord, (http://www.romans10seventeen.org/audio-files/20140202-That-Out-of-Many-Hearts-Thoughts-May-Be-Revealed.mp3,) and it occurred to me that God was again clearly pointing me in the direction which he has been directing me my whole life. Sadly it has taken me most of my life to be able to finally recognize, sometimes, his encouraging push. The essence of the sermon was on God's infinite love for us and how it is reflective in the maternal love of Mary and to a more imperfect degree in the maternity gifted to every woman.


As I listened I realized again what an honour I have been given to be able to mother our children. Being a mother has meant more to me than anything I have ever undertook, second only to being a wife.

In his sermon Father was saying that each of us is hard wired to need to be mothered. This resonated with me because of the belief that each of us is created to yearn for God's love. This need is imprinted on our souls from conception and we spend our earthly lives trying to fill this yearning. Alas those who reject God's love, because they are created to love him and be loved by him, find far less satisfying means of answering this yearning. Father quotes from Dom Columbia Marmion on the nature of motherly love.

"God is Love, and so that we may have some idea of his love he gives a share of it to mothers. The heart of mother was her unwearying tendingness, the constancy of her care, the inexhaustible delicacy of her affection, is a truly divine creation. Although God has placed in her only a spark of love for us. Yet however imperfectly a mother's heart reflects the divine love towards us God gives us our mothers to take his place in some manner with us. He places them at our side from our cradles to guide us, to guard us, especially in our earliest years when we have so much need of tenderness."

The words struck me so deeply. Mothering, if we are willing to accept for a moment that the above reflects some truth, is not the act of feeding, diaper changing, bathing, cuddling the sick, scolding the wayward in and of themselves. Mothering rather is that disposition which informs all the above, which drives those acts. Mothering therefore can not be replaced by daycare as so many have come to believe. One might argue that the very notion of daycare is so counter family as to be communistic in nature. Is it a coincidence that daycare came from communist/socialist ideologies. Ideologies which by the way deny the existence of God. Mothering is that spirit of deep sacrificial nurturing that comes from a heart filled with a will to give so completely of self that it informs all other decisions. That spirit that allows us to overcome some of the most heart wrenching pain and torment because God has placed in our care people who's needs have become paramount in our lives and to put ourselves first would mean giving them less than what they must have.

I realize that there are situations where a woman has no choice but to go out into the workforce, where she must set aside her maternity for a chunk of time in the day to take on what had traditionally been a paternal role.  But out of need or choice there is still left the question as to what happens to those who are not given that which they have been created needing?

Let us say that we have been hard wired with an innate need to be mothered, not part time when it is convenient for the motherer, but full time at the expense of the motherer's perceived needs and desires. If this is true what does that mean for the billions of us who's mothers have been sold on the idea that there is no need of sacrifice in mothering? That mothering can be a part-time job shared with a career? That the "constancy of her care" need not be quite so constant? Would this not reflect on the generation preceeding this shift? Is it any wonder that we now live in a culture of "me firstism?" That sacrifice, dedication to others at the expense of self, is considered neglectful and counter-productive on our supposed role of self-fulfillment? How often have we heard the statement, "how can I make others happy and give to them when I am unhappy and do no have what I need/want?" How many have left families and marriages citing some form of the above position?

And then what happens to our understanding of God? If mothers are meant to be a reflection of God's love for us, from whom we first learn about what the true meaning of love, then what happens to a world in which that love is not properly presented or nurtured. Well we are living what happens. Over 50% of marriages do not last. In all honesty I do not know the numbers but fewer mothers than at any other time in history stay home full time. The very notion of family has become some relative idea that anyone can define to mean just about anything. Babies are murdered daily by the very person who was put on this earth to protect and care for them. Men are left wondering where they fit in a world where they really aren't needed anymore because women can now do it all. And throughout the western world God has been exiled from our lives.

I am so thankful that God has opened my ears to be able to no hear now and again his call to me to embrace motherhood, not as a burden that I must survive, or a task I must perform and compensate for it by finding a "fulfilling career," but abandoning myself to the beauty of motherhood. I am a sinner and so I do have my far too many moments of selfish rejection of what mother needs to be. I have my moments of wanting "me time," knowing that other's needs come first and I tend to their needs not wholeheartedly but grudgingly. But I hope that those moments are fewer than they were, and I hope that despite those moments my children have gotten some sense or experience, some minuscule taste of God's divine love for us. And so I continue asking him for the Grace to be a better mother, that my children will, with his Mercy, know even a glimmer of his Love through me as his instrument.

Y que Dios sintiendose triste
Y en eternas soledades
para ser más DIOS que nunca,
quizo tener una MADRE…


(And God feeling so sad
in his eternal solitude
to be God more than ever
needed himself a mother)

Author unknown

Pax Christi



Wednesday, February 19, 2014

Morning smoothy!

Here is a great way to start your day. I usually have a cup of warm water, juice of half a lemon and tsp of cinnamon after I oil pull for 10 minutes. Then I have cup of infused water, just started doing this and boy does it clear the cobwebs. While I am sipping my water I make the smoothy.

The infused water is easy peasy! Get a mason jar put in it whatever fruit, veggies, herbs and I even add a few pieces of raw ginger fill it with filtered water put a lid on it and let stand for at least 30 minutes. I like to put it in the fridge over night so it is very flavourful in the morning.

here are some combo options but that you can mix and match to suit your tastes and needs.


1. Green tea, mint, lime-fat burning, digestion, headaches, congestion and breath freshener.

2. Strawberry, kiwi-cardiovascular health, immune system protection, blood sugar regulation, digestion.

3. Cucumber, lime, lemon- water weight management, bloating, appetite control, hydration, digestion

4. Lemon, lime, orange- digestion vitamin C, immune defense, heartburn, (Drink this one at room temperature)




Now onto the smoothy! Here too you can add all sorts of things but this is what works for us.

1 can coconut water
1cup infused water
1/4 cup coconut oil give or take
4 raw eggs
1 peeled lime
1/2 peeled lemon
1/3 cup raw unpasteurized honey
a hand full of raw kale, spinach, or parsley
1 600 g bag of frozen mixed berries

Blend the first 8 ingredients until liquefied then slowly add the frozen berries. It might come out more like a sorbet, which in my house is a plus! So feel free to play around with the amounts till you get the result that suits you best.

The day after yesterday





Yesterday was my birthday and it was great. Not great as in I did some extraordinary thing that almost never happens. Not great because I got some great new toy, gadget, outfit, or went to an event. It was great because yesterday God gave me the gift of an insight that let an ordinary day feel extraordinary.


It was a day like many others. I got up and gave out instructions to the troops on what the days priorities were and then set out to go shopping for food that would be consumed within moments of its arrival into the pantry…this continues to amaze me! After my eldest daughter and I wondered the grocery isles chatting and checking things off the list, the use of which did not prevent me from forgetting several things, we went to grab a quick snack before beginning round two of the shopping journey, or maybe it was round three. I sat with her and realized what a good day I was having and shared this with my daughter. Her response was "I feel like this not a very exciting birthday." She said this as if she and her siblings had somehow failed me. I laughed and said to her that there comes a time in life that a good birthday looks very different than it did when you are a child or youth. And I assured her that I was having a very good day.

So what made yesterday a good day. Well I think that it was God's great gift of insight. Those far too rate moments, for me anyway, when you look at something you have looked at many times and all of a sudden you remember what you already know… Life is a beautiful gift. You remember that the most perfect gifts are almost always found in the simplest of places, in knowing that you are where you are supposed to be, doing what you are supposed to do in that moment. Yesterday was good because I was able to go about my day, doing what needed doing, while not letting all those things that I normally let disrupt my peace, distract me from the moment, and cause me to waste the time that I am living in. Yesterday was a good day because I lived that day, the time with my children, with my husband, hearing from dear friends, doing what God called me to, and I was acutely aware of how rich my life is, how much love I am enfolded in.

I pray that all my days would be so enlightened….hmmm well here's praying anyway!

Have a Blessed day, and may God's peace wash over your every moment, especially those that seem too much to bare, and make your day a good day.

Pax Christi,
Dominique





Friday, February 14, 2014

Happy Feast of St.Valentine

I dedicate this post first and most especially to my husband. I love you with my whole heart and am profoundly aware that my life is so much the richer for having you in it. And to our beautiful children.

May we all be Blessed today and always with a deep commitment to serve one another with the same courage and charity of St.Valentine. Let our love for one another start with a deep love of God and so endure all hardships! On this day remember to show the ones you love how much they mean to you through acts of service and sacrifice.

Grant, I beseech Thee, O almighty God, that my husband Marco, who celebrates the heavenly birthday of blessed Valentine, Thy Martyr, may by his intercession be delivered from all the evils that threaten him. Through our Lord Jesus Christ, Thy Son, Who liveth and reigneth with Thee in the unity of the Holy Ghost, one God, world without end.



This post was copied from http://www.fisheaters.com/customstimeafterepiphany5.html

Feast of 
St. Valentine


St.Valentine (Valentino) was a Roman priest who performed marriages in spite of Claudius II's law against such (Claudius believed that marriage was distracting to his soldiers, so outlawed it to them for a time). Fr. Valentine was martyred in A.D. 270 on the Flammian way, and at the site of his martyrdom, Julius I built a popular basilica.

Other than this, little is known. Because two other St. Valentines share this Feast day ("Valentine" was an extremely common name for Christians as it has the same root as the word "valor"), often their stories are confused, but it is the Roman priest-martyr whom we honor during the liturgy.

The relics of St. Valentine -- at least a great majority of them -- are, interestingly enough, in the Whitefriar Church associated with the Calced Carmelites in Dublin, Ireland. They were excavated from the Cemetery of St. Hippolytus, on the Triburtine Way in Rome in 1835 and were then given to Fr. Spratt, an Irish Carmelite, by Pope Gregory XVI in 1836. The relics, "together 
St. Valentine's relics in Whitefriar Church, Dublinwith a small vessel tinged with his blood," were deposited "in a wooden case covered with painted paper, well closed, tied with a red silk ribbon and sealed with our seals and we have so delivered and consigned to him, and we have granted unto him power in the Lord, to the end that he may retain to himself, give to others, transmit beyond the city (Rome) and in any church, oratory or chapel, to expose and place the said blessed holy body for the public veneration of the faithful without, however, an Office and Mass, conformably to the decree of the Sacred Congregation of Rites, promulgated on the 11th day of August 1691," as the letter accompanying the relics reads. On this Feast Day, his relics are carried in procession, and a special Mass is offered for young people and lovers.


Customs

Because of his Nuptial Masses, he became the patron of lovers, the affianced, and married couples, and fortuitous to the priest's association with romance is the belief that halfway through the month of February, birds choose their mates, hence St. Valentine's association with birds, especially lovebirds and doves. Chaucer mentions this belief in his "Parliament of Foules":
For this was sent on Seynt Valentyne's day
Whan every foul cometh ther to choose his mate.
Also fortuitous is the fact that red is both the color of Martrys and the color associated with love. Red roses are also a symbol of both martyrom and love, and had also always been associated with the Roman godess of love, Venus.

Venus' son, Cupid ("Eros" in Greek), god of love, was originally depicted as a very handsome young man, but now as a winged putto bearing a bow and arrow with which to smite hearts with love. His image, along with the image of hearts he has pierced with his arrows, are ubiquitous symbols of romantic love on this day.
 


Oldest existing valentine, British Museum
St. Valentine's Day cards are a very ancient custom; one of the oldest extant "valentines," as such St. Valentine's Day greetings -- and the persons to whom they're sent -- came to be known, was sent in 1477 by Margery Brews to her fiancé, John Paston, and can be seen now in the British Museum. It reads:
Unto my right well-beloved Valentine John Paston, squire, be this bill delivered.

Right reverent and worshipful and my right well-beloved valentine, I recommend me unto you full heartedly, desiring to hear of your welfare, which I beseech Almighty God long for to preserve unto his pleasure and your hearts desire.

And if it pleases you to hear of my welfare, I am not in good health of body nor of heart, nor shall I be till I hear from you.

For there knows no creature what pain that I endure, And even on the pain of death I would reveal no more.

And my lady my mother hath laboured the matter to my father full diligently, but she can no more get than you already know of, for which God knoweth I am full sorry.

But if you love me, as I trust verily that you do, you will not leave me therefore. For even if you had not half the livelihood that you have, for to do the greatest labour that any woman alive might, I would not forsake you.

And if you command me to keep me true wherever I go, indeed I will do all my might you to love and never anyone else.

And if my friends say that I do amiss, they shall not stop me from doing so.

My heart me bids evermore to love you truly over all earthly things.

And if they be never so angry, I trust it shall be better in time coming.

No more to you at this time, but the Holy Trinity have you in keeping.

And I beseech you that this bill be not seen by any non earthly creature save only yourself.

And this letter was written at Topcroft with full heavy heart.

By your own Margery Brews

To send a very Catholic valentine to someone you love, how about using a paraphrase of today's Collect as the basis for the text?

Grant, I beseech Thee, O almighty God, that (Name of loved one), who celebrates the heavenly birthday of blessed Valentine, Thy Martyr, may by his intercession be delivered from all the evils that threaten (him/her). Through our Lord Jesus Christ, Thy Son, Who liveth and reigneth with Thee in the unity of the Holy Ghost, one God, world without end.
...with all the personal, mushy stuff at the bottom! For a romantic card for a spouse, some of the poetry found in Solomon's Canticle of Canticles -- a Book which uses marital love as a metaphor for God's love for His Church -- cannot be surpassed for inspiration.

As to foods, oysters, chocolates, champagne, and heart-shaped foods are all considered to be romantic.

Note to men: Don't forget St. Valentine's Day. Even the least romantic woman appreciates being remembered on this lovely holy day. One needn't (shouldn't!) spend lavish sums and buy into the marketing nonsense that has become associated with all big Christian Feasts, but a single red rose is just as lovely as an $80 dollar dozen, and chocolates in a small box are as delicious as those in a large box; it is the thought that counts. And it costs nothing to tell her you love her...

And a note to all: be sure to wish people "Happy Saint Valentine's Day" rather than just "Happy Valentine's Day." This will help bring the deeper meaning of the day into focus!


Index  


Heart graphic on this page from Victorian Clipart





Thursday, February 13, 2014

Finally back with "Gift from the sea."

Wow I can't believe it has taken me 4 years to get back to writing. It certainly has not been for a lack of things to write about, so much has happened in the last four years and my life, though so much the same, has changed so much. I have shed much and gained even more, and through it there has been some constants that I have grown to love and appreciate so much more deeply. The main one is our Blessed Lord and his Blessed Mother. So I will return to my journey here with a re-dedication to all that I write here to our Blessed Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ and His Blessed Mother Mary.

It is ironic that what would prompt my return to writing is reading a book. The book is part of a mentoring course that I am taking with my two eldest children, Ivania and Gabriel. The title is "Gift from the sea."

I could write a book on everything that I have come away with in reading this book. Ironically I am also currently re-reading a brilliant work by one of my mentors Alice von Hildebrand called "The Privilege of being a woman" which stands as a stark contrast to "Gift from the sea." In some ways von Hildebrand is responding to many of the ideas and beliefs that Lindenburg is presenting to us. But I digress. Bellow are some of the most significant things that I have come away with after having read "Gift from the sea."


On the surface "The Gift from the Sea" is a book about a woman's need for space and time to explore herself and create. Lindberg is an artist yearning for the luxury of time to simply create, without distractions, without the burdens of day to day life in the 1950s. I agree with her that we all, not just women but all of us, need quiet time to reflect on what is important, what our priorities should be, what inspires us. Where I think she misses the mark is that she only subtly brushes the notion that this is somehow tied into the eternal, the supra-natural, God. It is here that I think her book loses so much and fails all of us, but most particular it fails her. 

I find it sad and unfortunate that she sees her day to day life as a hindrance to her discovery of herself and her inspiration. I believe that it is in our day to day life, those things that we seem to see as so mundane and burdensome, that we find our centre. It is in these tasks, as much as in our quiet times, that God speaks to us, if only we could listen. And it is through God's voice, in whatever manner that it comes to us, that creativity, in the truest sense of the word can come into being. To those who are struggling with guilt over trying to find time for self-discovery, formation, growth, I think we have lost the ability to find and achieve all this even in the throws of our daily duties. Indeed she too alludes to this in her chapter Moon Shell. 

"Mechanically we have gained, in the last generation, but spiritually we have, I think, unwittingly lost. In other times women had in their lives more forces which centered them whether or not they realized it, sources which nourished them whether or not they consciously went to those springs. Their very seclusion in their home gave them time alone. Many of their duties were conducive to quiet contemplative drawing together of the self. They had more creative tasks to perform. Nothing feeds the center so much as creative work, even humble kinds like cooking and sewing. Baking bread, weaving cloth putting up preserves, teaching and singing to children, must have been far more nourishing than being a family chauffeur or shopping at supermarkets, or doing housework with mechanical aids." (pg. 46)

In her day the "art and craft of housework (had) diminished" and today it has virtually disappeared. And with it much of the time and quiet we can find to reflect and be in the presence of ourselves and should we choose, and we should choose, with God. Despite this shift there are some women, by the Grace of God, who have chosen to dedicate their lives to a homelife. I truly believe that as women we have such a beautiful gift of being able to do this, and I agree with her that this life is much more a woman's lot than a man's. By unlike her I see this as a gift not a lot. It is easier to turn our daily duties toward God and self-discovery in the home than out there in the world.

As I journey through the book, examining these "gifts from the sea" that she has picked up and treasures, I realize that many of the questions that she asks, the insights she gains are inviting. The need to find that centre, the need for quiet in which to do so, the vision to recognize when we are filling our lives with needless clutter to fill an emptiness that to us seems too daunting to examine, the need to rid ones life of that same clutter that acts as a barrier to being able to see what is truly important. These are all profoundly important to consider, and in so far as she invites us to do so this is a worthwhile read. But unfortunately she does not go to the core of the search, she does not dig. To dig she tells us is to "defeat the purpose." (pg. 11) To dig is to be greedy and impatient and ultimately to lack faith. What we must do is simply wade and wait for the sea to bring us the gifts. For life to deliver to us the answers that we need. Searching, digging, exploring too deeply cannot supply us with the great insights that come to those who open themselves, empty themselves and wait to be filled. But filled with what?

She is very much a reflection of a particular mindset in the fifties that was pushing for what they called greater equality. She believed that there was in fact a change between men and women that would mark a shift in their relationship. This shift would mean a truer, more honest, more equal relationship that would come about as women were seen as mens equals, not simply equal in dignity, which is what Christ has taught regardless of how that teaching may have been ignored or distorted it has always been his call for us. This new equality, equality of opportunity and ability, which to her mind and that of the feminist movement, would create a world where relationships between men and women would "no longer follow traditional patterns of submission and domination or possession and competition." Here again she has missed the deeper issue. She is convinced that this superficial shift by creating a world where women and men have virtually the same opportunity will somehow mean that they will be seen as having the same abilitiy, and this would further translate into greater fulfillment and better relationships. Has this fantasy been born out? Are women not treated today even more like objects but now in the disguise of freedom of opportunity? Look at how women are objectified today. The explosion of the pornography industry is one horrifying example of women being dominated and possessed. Some might claim that they are free to do as they please now, they have been freed to exercise their will as men have throughout history in most areas of society even and especially in the most intimate area. But is this better? Is this freedom? Is the kind of self fulfillment that Lindberg had in mind? I hope not.
Our journey to self-fulfilment, the fulfilling of self, the filling of self with self, must be taken alone. "A woman must come of age by herself." (pg.89) The lie of self-sufficiency here rear its ugly head. This same self-sufficient that has made it possible for our culture to deny the rights of the child in the womb because he/she is not yet self-sufficient.  He/she encroaches on the life of the woman, invades her. It lends itself to the justification of the position that euthanasia is a viable and even "humane" response to those who are incapable of caring for themselves. They too being guilty of a lack of self-sufficiency and thereby impose themselves on others. But who is truly self-sufficient? Who does not need and yearn for others? Self-sufficiency does not exist in any honest sense. How can we have true family and true community if we embrace such a notion of fulfilment? We cannot. Family and community, those places where we learn to become who we are called to be require not self-preoccupation but self-denial. We must deny self to find self. We must die to self in order to be born again in Christ, we must be willing, as our Blessed mother was willing, to make room for other. Fulfillment in the end is not the filling of self with self, but rather it is the emptying of self so as to make room for God.

What a very lonely, empty concept. Is it any wonder that there is this sense of sadness and loneliness as we read? What is implicit throughout the book is arguably the opposite of what is true. Fulfillment comes when we embrace our connections, open ourselves to union, find meaning in all those things which lend themselves to communion which inevitably brings us to not the focus on self but the denial of self, self-sacrifice.  Fulfillment in the end is not the filling of self with self, but rather it is the emptying of self so as to make room for God.

Finally she implies that the women of her daughters generation, my generation, seem to have arrived. They are to be admired for what she thinks is a richer life. Richer because they have moved past the restrictive and oppressive limits of previous generations. That there are more women in the workforce, trying to balance career and home is a good. That they have failed, in the truest sense of the word is irrelevant to Lindberg, and that they may or may not be happier is also irrelevant. For Lindberg the true success is in the journey for the journeys sake. But as von Hildebrand tells us "the crucial question is not whether a person is creative, but rather what does he create." If we measure progress by the number of women in particular fields, the fact that women who can vote, the of women who are independent achieving great financial success, fame, power, notoriety, by the number of women who are unwed and going it alone, then yes I guess there is progress. But what is all that in light of eternity? As the Good book tells us in Matthew 16:26 "For what does it profit a man, if he gain the whole world and suffer the loss of his own soul?" Kierkegaard warns that we have turned our world upside down and that we have absolutized the relative (money-making, power, success) and relativized the absolute (truth, moral values, God.) In thinking that a world of more varied opportunity means a world of greater fulfillment we have done just that. I am by no means glamorizing earlier generations and times, but I am quite confident that this time has no fewer hardships, just different and I would argue more eternally dangerous.

The book fails in that much of her conclusions are superficial, despite the fact that she seems to think they are profound. It fails because they are focused on the a secular goal of life success that fails women and as such it fails the world. If "the value of a people is gauged by the value of its women," then what does that say of a people that has chosen to reject the feminine almost entirely for the sake of a female population that has rejected the masculine in men and adopted it in its women? Is this anyway to show the value of women? The book succeeds in that it inspires one, whether we agree with her conclusions or not, to consider if she is right or wrong. It is this question, it is in this considering, that we find the real gift from the sea. In taking the time to consider her questions, and even to consider the validity of her questions, I was able to find my own answers, but also come up with my own questions, questions that have allowed me to move on my journey to grow as a better wife, mother, and ultimately daughter of Christ. To move past self-fulfillment toward our greatest calling, that is to true fulfillment, to filling ourselves with Christ. "In order to understand the greatness of a woman's mission, we must open our minds and our hearts to the message of the supernatural. It is the key that will reveal to us the greatness of femininity," the greatness of self.
Mother Theresa Life Quote

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

The economy of woman's work?

It has been a while since my last post and I have my husband to thank for prompting to write this one after a chat about a recent article my uncle wrote. In this particular piece my very talented and prolific uncle Dr. Ian McDonald was venting rightly placed anger regarding abuse and the overall undervaluing of women. (http://www.stabroeknews.com/2010/features/11/21/the-world-insult-to-women) One would be hard pressed to disagree with his frustration and disgust. He went on to summarize and support Professor Marilyn Waring's explanation that it is "patriarchal economic paradigms" that are largely to blame for this phenomenon.

Ms. Waring argues, “For me the patriarchal economic paradigm is the theory and practice of economics that says that women unpaid work is not worth anything at all. It’s not that I want to estimate its monetary value. I want to make it visible for policy-making, purposes, for fairness and equality. If you’re not visible as a worker, then you’re not visible in the distribution of benefits.”

Dr. McDonald goes on to concur with her and explains "If women as housewives and mothers were more visible economically, if the prodigious  volume of devoted work they do day in and day out was given official recognition, do you think, for instance, that such valuable actors in society would have to use up as much as 85 per cent of their daily calorie intake to fetch water and suffer, as they do in many rural areas of the world, from anaemia and spinal and pelvic deformities from carrying heavy pails for miles before their families rise in the morning? In such a case, if their true value was factored into national accounts, there is no doubt that the location of public sources of water would be very quickly improved. The fact is that if a woman’s work is given no value she will be treated worthlessly."

At the risk of seeming disrespectful of my uncle I must disagree with this and propose that there is a much deeper root to the lack of value given to women and to people in general who are so often treated as chattel, disposable and worthless. I would also like to suggest that this view not only risks to further devalue women but devalues parenting on a the whole.

First I do not believe that we can put a value to the role of motherhood and homemaking monetarily or as recognizable economically, be it by a mother or father. I believe the minute we try and put a price tag on it and make it a market variable we reduce it and objectify it like we do some many things today. How can you put a value on love, nurturing, caring, forming, supporting the ones you love? Does this not seem a little obscene? And what are we saying to those parents who are out of the home earning an income, that their parenting is done once they have finished their days work, or that they too should be compensated for coming home and caring for their wife and children, cleaning up messes, preparing meals, helping in the ongoing formation of their children and families? And how would we incorporate such things in an economic model?

Next I think that by saying that once we have given a monetary value or economic recognition to the work women do this will open oppressive, objectifying eyes to the worth of women does not go to the root of why women are abused, neglected, and "undervalued". In order for people to be respected and treated with dignity there must first exist a recognition of that human dignity and where that human dignity comes from. If a culture, community, nation does not acknowledge and protect the intrinsic God given human dignity of each and every individual soul, man, woman, and child, then how can we hope to nurture it. Quantifying a persons worth does not enhance dignity it objectifies human beings.

I think that the greater contributor to abuse, neglect and objectification of women and human life altogether is explained more aptly in looking at the contraceptive culture we live in which encourages women to become even more objectified. The minute we see pregnancy and child rearing as a burden rather than a gift we have devalued woman's dignity and human dignity. When we separate sex from its God given gift as a procreative activity we have reduced each other as mere objects of pleasure and have cemented even further the use of women, children, and even men, as less than human things to be discarded when they are no longer useful or wanted.

And let us not forget abortion as a contributor and tool to further devalue human beings. What does it say about a culture that can extinguish innocent lives at the rate of thousands a day. Is this a culture that really understands and protects the dignity of human life? If life at its most vulnerable and innocent stage can so easily be snuffed out why are we surprised at the wide scale under valuing of life at any stage? A culture that encourages women to abort children who may potentially be "handicapped", a culture that neglects its aging population and over medicates and under supports its elderly is not a culture that understands the dignity of human beings, and will not treat those weakest with caring and compassion, but rather with indifference and disdain.


 
God Bless,
Dominique

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

All Souls Day (another good one from www.fisheaters.com)




There is a Mexican saying that we die three deaths: the first when our bodies die, the second when our bodies are lowered into the earth out of sight, and the third when our loved ones forget us. Catholics forestall that last death by seeing the faithful dead as members of the Church, alive in Christ, and by praying for them -- and asking their prayers for us -- always. Cardinal Wiseman wrote in his Lecture XI:
Sweet is the consolation of the dying man, who, conscious of imperfection, believes that there are others to make intercession for him, when his own time for merit has expired; soothing to the afflicted survivors the thought that they possess powerful means of relieving their friend. In the first moments of grief, this sentiment will often overpower religious prejudice, cast down the unbeliever on his knees beside the remains of his friend and snatch from him an unconscious prayer for rest; it is an impulse of nature which for the moment, aided by the analogies of revealed truth, seizes at once upon this consoling belief. But it is only a flitting and melancholy light, while the Catholic feeling, cheering though with solemn dimness, resembles the unfailing lamp, which the piety of the ancients is said to have hung before the sepulchres of their dead.
Though we should daily pray for the dead in Purgatory, above all for our ancestors, today is especially set aside for hanging that "unfailing lamp before the sepulchres of our dead" as we are told to do by Sacred Scripture:
II Machabees 12: 43-46
And making a gathering, [Judas] sent twelve thousand drachms of silver to Jerusalem for sacrifice to be offered for the sins of the dead, thinking well and religiously concerning the resurrection, (For if he had not hoped that they that were slain should rise again, it would have seemed superfluous and vain to pray for the dead,) And because he considered that they who had fallen asleep with godliness, had great grace laid up for them. It is therefore a holy and wholesome thought to pray for the dead, that they may be loosed from sins.
At the three Masses offered today, the glorious Sequence "Dies Irae" (also used in Requiem Masses, i.e., Masses for the Dead) will be recited after the Epistle, Gradual, and Tract ("Dies Irae" means "Day of Wrath").

Between Noon of November 1 and Midnight tonight, a person who has been to confession and Communion can gain a plenary indulgence, under the usual conditions, for the poor souls each time he visits a church or public oratory and recites the Our Father, the Hail Mary and the Glory be to the Father six times. This is a special exception to the ordinary law of the Church according to which a plenary indulgence for the same work can be gained only once a day. Because of this, some of the customs described below may be begun on All Saints Day.

Also, the faithful who, during the period of eight days from All Saints Day, visit a cemetery and pray for the dead may gain a plenary indulgence, under the usual conditions, on each day of the Octave, applicable only to the dead. Here is a simple invocation for the dead, called the "Eternal Rest" prayer:
Eternal rest grant unto him/her (them), O Lord; and let perpetual light shine upon him/her (them). May he/she (they) rest in peace. Amen.

Latin version:
Réquiem ætérnam dona ei (eis) Dómine; et lux perpétua lúceat ei (eis). Requiéscat (Requiéscant) in pace. Amen.
Catholics also pray this prayer for the dead anytime throughout the year, and whenever they pass a cemetery. Many families pray a Rosary nightly for the dead throughout the Octave of All Saints, replacing the Fatima prayer with the Eternal Rest prayer.


Customs

It is practically universal folk belief that the souls in Purgatory are allowed to return to earth on All Souls Day. In Austria, they are said to wander the forests, praying for release. In Poland, they are said to visit their parish churches at midnight, where a light can be seen because of their presence. Afterward, they visit their families, and to make them welcome, a door or window is left open. In many places, a place is set for the dead at supper, or food is otherwise left out for them. In any case, throughout the Octave of All Saints, our beloved dead Flores para los
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During our visits to their graves, we spruce up their resting sites, sprinkling them with holy water, leaving votive candles, and adorning them flowers (especially chrysanthemums and marigolds) to symbolize the Eden-like paradise that man was created to enjoy, and may, if saved, enjoy after death and any needed purgation.

Today is a good day to not only remember the dead spiritually, but to tell your children about their ancestors. Bring out those old photo albums and family trees! Write down your family's stories for your children and grandchildren! Impress upon them the importance of their ancestors! Bring to their minds these words from Ecclesiasticus:

Ecclesiasticus 44:1-15
Let us now praise men of renown, and our fathers in their generation. The Lord hath wrought great glory through his magnificence from the beginning. Such as have borne rule in their dominions, men of great power, and endued with their wisdom, shewing forth in the prophets the dignity of prophets, And ruling over the present people, and by the strength of wisdom instructing the people in most holy words. Such as by their skill sought out musical tunes, and published canticles of the scriptures. Rich men in virtue, studying beautifulness: living at peace in their houses. All these have gained glory in their generations, and were praised in their days. They that were born of them have left a name behind them, that their praises might be related:

And there are some, of whom there is no memorial: who are perished, as if they had never been: and are become as if they had never been born, and their children with them. But these were men of mercy, whose godly deeds have not failed: Good things continue with their seed, Their posterity are a holy inheritance, and their seed hath stood in the covenants. And their children for their sakes remain for ever: their seed and their glory shall not be forsaken. Their bodies are buried in peace, and their name liveth unto generation and generation. Let the people shew forth their wisdom, and the Church declare their praise.
As usual with big Catholic Feast days, food is involved with the day, with many Catholic families having picnics near their loved ones' graves. Traditional foods include "Soul Food" --- food made of lentils or peas.
Basic Split Pea Soup (serves 4)

1 cup chopped onion
2 cloves garlic (optional)
1 teaspoon vegetable oil  or bacon grease
1 pound dried split peas
1 pound ham bone
1 c. chopped ham
1 c. chopped carrots (optional)
salt and pepper to taste

In a medium pot, sauté onions in oil or bacon grease. (Optional: add garlic and sauté until just golden, then remove). Remove from heat and add split peas, ham bone and  ham. Add enough water to cover ingredients, and season with salt and pepper.

Cover, and cook until there are no peas left, just a green liquid, 2 hours. (Optional: add carrots halfway through) While it is cooking, check to see if water has evaporated. You may need to add more water as the soup continues to cook.

Once the soup is a green liquid remove from heat, and let stand so it will thicken. Once thickened you may need to heat through to serve. Serve with either sherry or sour cream on top, and with a crusty bread.

In Italy, the sine qua non of All Souls' celebrations is a cookie called "Ossi di Morto," or "Bones of the Dead":

Ossi di Morto

1 1/4 cups flour
10 oz almonds
1/2 cup sugar
1 oz pine nuts
1 TBSP butter
A shot glass full of brandy or grappa
The grated zest of half a lemon
Cinnamon
One egg and one egg white, lightly beaten

Blanch the almonds, peel them, and chop them finely (you can do this in a blender, but be careful not to over-chop and liquefy).

Combine all the ingredients except the egg in a bowl, mixing them with a spoon until you have a firm dough. Dust your hands and work surface with flour, and roll the dough out between your palms to make a "snake" about a half inch thick. Cut it into two-inch long pieces on the diagonal. Put on greased and floured cookie sheet, brush with the beaten egg, and bake them in a 330-350 oven for about 20 minutes. Serve them cold. Because they are a dry, hard cookie, it is good to serve these with something to drink.

In Mexico "Dia de Los Muertos" (Day of the Dead) is celebrated very joyfully -- and colorfully. A special altar, called an ofrenda, is made just for these days of the dead (1 and 2 November). It has at least three tiers, and is covered with pictures of Saints, pictures of and personal items belonging to dead loved ones, skulls, pictures of cavorting skeletons (calaveras), marigolds, water, salt, bread, and a candle for each of their dead (plus one extra so no one is left out). Chicanos will make a special bread just for this day, Pan de Muerto, which is sometimes baked with a toy skeleton inside. The one who finds the skeleton will have "good luck." This bread is eaten during picnics at the graves along with tamales, cookies, and chocolate. They also make brightly-colored skulls out of sugar to place on the family altars and give to children. Below are recipes for those skulls and for Pan de Muerto:

Sugar Skulls

2 cups powdered sugar
1 egg white
1 TBSP. corn syrup
1/2 tsp. vanilla
1/3 cup cornstarch
colored icing
1 fine paintbrush


Sift powdered sugar. Mix the egg white, corn syrup, and vanilla in a very clean bowl, then add the powdered sugar with a wooden spoon. When almost incorporated, start kneading with the tip of your fingers until you can form a small ball. Dust with cornstarch on board. Keep on kneading until smooth, then form into skull shapes. Let dry completely, then paint with colored icing, including the names of the people you are giving them to.


Pan De Muerto (makes two loaves)

1 tablespoon active, dry yeast
1/4 cup of lukewarm water
4 to 5 cups all-purpose flour and extra flour for dusting
1 teaspoon of salt
1/4 teaspoon of fresh grated nutmeg
1/2 cup unsalted butter at room temperature
3/4 cup white sugar
6 extra large eggs at room temperature
zest of 1 orange
2 tablespoons orange blossom water
3 tablespoons Sambuca liqueur (optional)
1 egg for egg wash
2 tablespoons of water for egg wash
1/4 cup water for brushing bread
1/2 cup white sugar for dusting

Glaze:
1/2 cup sugar
1/3 cup fresh orange juice
2 tablespoons grated orange zest

In a small bowl combine the water, yeast, 1/3 cup of flour, mix well and let it stand until it doubles in volume. In a large bowl mix the flour, salt, nutmeg and set aside.

In a large bowl with a whisk mix the butter and sugar until creamy color.

In a medium bowl mix the eggs, orange blossom water, orange zest (and Sambuca, optional). Set aside.

With a whisk, incorporate the egg mixture 1/3 at the time to the butter mixture. Incorporate the yeast mixture to the butter/egg mixture. Add the flour mix 1/3 at the time and work it with a wooden spoon until it incorporates.

Dust the working counter and your hands with flour and transfer the dough to the counter. Start working the dough by folding it with a scraper. It should be sticky. Keep dusting dough with flour and folding in order to firm it up. Once it firms up, continue to dust with flour and start kneading. Knead the dough by pulling then folding it back and forth for 3 minutes. Then lightly dust the dough and continue working for another 3 minutes and dust again until the dough is smooth and a little sticky, but don't add large amounts of flour at once or your bread my have flour traps. As it firms up continue to knead for 15 minutes. Don't worry if the dough is slightly sticky - it will change after you let it rest.

When you're finished kneading form it into a loose ball and cinch it closed. Flip it over and transfer the dough into a large greased bowl. Cover the bowl with plastic wrap and let it rest at room temperature until it doubles in volume.

Flour your knuckles and punch down the dough so it deflates and turn it onto a floured counter. Divide the dough into 3 portions. Punch down 2 portions of dough, fold and cinch dough then flip over and shape each one into a ball. Place the 2 balls of dough on a baking tray with parchment paper. Press both dough balls down to make them flat. Divide the last portion into three more portions. Make 2 of the 3 portions into little balls. Cut the last piece of dough in half and roll one portion of that piece into a long rope. Cut the rope in half and then cut one of the halves into smaller segments. Mould each segment to look like little bones by rolling and pinching them. Trim the edges with your pastry scraper and set them aside on baking tray. Form small tear-shaped pieces with the other segment of rope. Roll out the last piece of excess dough into 2 long ropes and another ball and set all pieces on baking sheet. You may not have enough dough for this, but if you do, simply make another small loaf. Cover with a dry cloth and let rest in a warm place for an hour or when it doubles in volume.

Preheat the oven to 400 degrees F. Let the dough rest until it almost doubles in size. Then very carefully brush the round loaves with egg wash. Immediately place and press the "bones" and "the tears" onto each loaf before the egg wash dries. And place the smaller dough balls on top of each. Glaze each loaf with egg wash. Decorate the extra remaining ball with the last 2 pieces of rope and finish off with small tears. Place the decorated loaves in the oven, turn down to 350º F and bake for 15 minutes. Turn the tray around and bake for another 15 to 20 minutes or until bread is brown. Pull bread out of the oven when it is ready and cool loaves on cooling wire racks for 10 minutes. Mix glaze ingredients, apply glaze all over the bread with a pastry brush, then immediately dust each loaf with sugar. Let it rest for 10 minutes. Serve warm.


Readings

Tales from The Golden Legend's "The Commemoration of All Souls"
By Jacobus de Voragine, Archbishop of Genoa, A.D. 1275
...It is read that some fishers of S. Thibault that fished on a time in harvest, and took a great piece of ice instead of a fish. And they were gladder thereof than of a fish, because the bishop had a great burning of heat in his leg, and they laid that ice thereto and it refreshed him much.

And on a time the bishop heard the voice of a man in the ice, and he conjured him to tell him what he was. And the voice said to him: I am a soul which for my sins am tormented in this ice, and may be delivered if thou say for me thirty Masses continually together in thirty days. And the bishop emprised to say them, and when he had said half of them he made him ready to continue forth and say the other.

And the devil made a dissension in the city, that the people of the city fought each against other, and then the bishop was called for to appease this discord, and did off his vestments and left to say the Mass.

And on the morn he began all new again. And when he had said the two parts, him seemed that a great host had besieged the city, so that he was constrained by dread, and left to say the office of the Mass. And after, yet he began again service, and when he had all accomplished except the last Mass, which he would have begun, all the town and the bishop's house were taken by fire. And when his servants came to him, and bade him leave his Mass, he said: Though all the city should be burnt, I shall not Ieave to say the Mass. And when the Mass was done the ice was molten, and the fire that they had supposed to have seen was but a phantom and did no harm.


There was a master which was chancellor at Paris named Silo, which had a scholar sick, and he prayed him that after his death he should come again to him and say to him of his estate. And he promised him so to do, and after died.

And a while after he appeared to him clad in a cope written full of arguments fallacious, and sophisms, and was of parchment, and withinforth all full of flame of fire. And the chancellor demanded him what he was. And he told to him: I am such one that am come again to thee. And the chancellor demanded him of his estate, and he said: This cope weigheth on me more than a mill-stone or a tower, and it is given me for to bear, for the glory that I had in my sophisms and sophistical arguments, that is to say, deceivable and fallacious. The skins be light, but the flame of fire withinforth tormenteth and all to-burneth me.

And when the master judged the pain to be light, the dead scholar said to him, that he should put forth his hand and feel the lightness of his pain. And he put forth his hand, and that other let fall a drop of his sweat on it, and the drop pierced through his hand sooner than an arrow could be shot through, whereby he felt a marvellous torment. And the dead man said: I am all in such pain. And then the chancellor was all afeard of the cruel and terrible pain that he had felt, and concluded to forsake the world, and entered into religion with great devotion.


As S. Augustine saith: Sometimes souls be punished in the places where they have sinned, as appeareth by an ensample that S. Gregory reciteth in the fourth book of his Dialogues, and saith that there was a priest which used gladly a bath, and when he came in to the bath he found a man whom he knew always ready for to serve him.

And it happed on a day, that for his diligent service and his reward, the priest gave to him a holy loaf. And he weeping, answered: Father, wherefore givest thou me this thing? I may not eat it for it is holy. I was sometime lord of this place, but after my death, I was deputed for to serve here for my sins, but I pray thee that thou wilt offer this bread unto Almighty God for my sins, and know thou for certain that thy prayer shall be heard, and when then thou shalt come to wash thee, thou shalt not find me. And then this priest offered a week entire sacrifice to God for him, and when he came again he found him not.


And Peter, abbot of Cluny, saith that there was a priest that sung every day Mass of requiem for all Christian souls, and hereof he was accused to the bishop, and was suspended therefor of his oflice.

And as the bishop went on a day of great solemnity in the churchyard, all the dead arose up against him, saying: This bishop giveth to us no Mass, and yet he hath taken away our priest from us, now he shall be certain but if he amend he shall die. And then the bishop assailed the priest, and sang himself gladly for them that were passed out of this world. And so it appeareth that the prayers of living people be profitable to them that be departed, by this that the chanter of Paris rehearseth.


There was a man that always as he passed through the churchyard he said De Profundis for all Christian souls. And on a time he was beset with his enemies, so that for succour he leapt into the churchyard. And they followed for to have slain him, and anon all the dead bodies arose, and each held such an instrument in his hand that they defended him that prayed for them, and chased away his enemies, putting them in great fear.


There was a knight that lay dead and his spirit taken from him, and a while after the soul returned to the body again. And what he had seen done he told, and said there was a bridge, and under that bridge was a flood, foul, horrible, and full of stench, and on that other side of the bridge was a meadow, sweet, odorous, and adorned full of all manner of flowers. And there on that side of the bridge were people assembled, clad all in white, that were filled with the sweet odour of the flowers. And the bridge was such that if any of the unjust would pass over the bridge, he should slide and fall into that stinking river, and the righteous people passed over lightly and surely into that delectable place.

And this knight saw there a man named Peter, which lay bound and great weight of iron upon him, which when he asked why he lay so there, it was said to him of another: He suffereth because if any man were delivered to him to do vengeance, he desired it more to do it by cruelty than by obedience.

Also he said he saw there a pilgrim that, when he came to the bridge, he passed over with great lightness and shortly, because he had well-lived here and purely in the world, and without sin.

And he saw there another named Stephen, which when he would have passed, his foot slid that he fell half over the bridge, and then there came some horrible black men and did all that they might to draw him down by the legs, and then came other right fair creatures and white, and took him by the arms and drew him up.

And as this strife endured, this knight that saw these things returned to his body and knew not which of them vanquished. But this way we understand that the wicked deeds that he had done strove against the works of alms, for by them that drew him by the arms upward it appeared that he loved alms, and by the other that he had not perfectly lived against the sins of the flesh.


Like as S. Gregory recounteth, in the fourth book of his Dialogues, that one of his monks named Justus when he came to his last end, he showed that he had hid three pieces of gold, and thereof sorrowed sore, and anon after he died. And then S. Gregory commanded his brethren that they should bury his body in a dunghill, and the three pieces of gold with him, saying: Thy money be to thee in perdition. Nevertheless, S. Gregory commanded one of his brethren to say for him every day mass, thirty days long, and so he did. And when he had accomplished his term, the monk that was dead appeared on the thirtieth day to one which demanded how it was with him, and he answered to him: I have been evil at ease unto this day, but now I am well. I have this day received Communion, and thie sacrifice of the altar profiteth not only to them that be dead, but also to them that be living in this world.


It happed there was a man which was with others, laboured in a rock for to dig for silver, and suddenly the rock fell on them and slew them all save this one man, which was saved in a crevice of the rock, but for all that he might not issue ne go out, and his wife supposed that he had been dead, and did do sing every day a Mass for him, and bare every day to the offering a loaf and a pot of wine and a candle. And the devil which had envy thereat appeared three days continually to this woman in form of a man, and demanded her whither she went, and when she had said to him, he said to her: Thou goest in vain, for the Mass is done. And thus she left the Mass three days that she did not sing for him.

And after this another man digged in the same rock for silver, and heard under this the voice of this man, which said to him: Smite softly and spare thine hand, for I have a great stone hanging over my head. And he was afeard, and called more men to him for to hear this voice, and began to dig again, and then they heard semblably that voice, and then they went more near and said: Who art thou? And he said: I pray you to spare your smiting, for a great stone hangeth over my head.

And then they went and digged on that one side till that they came to him and drew him out all whole. And they enquired of him in what manner he had so long lived there. And he said that every day was brought to him a loaf, a pot of wine, a candle, save these three days. And when his wife heard that, she had great joy, and knew well that he had been sustained of her offering, and that the devil had deceived her that she had do sing no Mass those three days.


And as Peter, the abbot of Cluny, witnesseth and saith that, in the town of Ferrara in the diocese of Grationopolitana, that a mariner was fallen into the sea by a tempest, and anon a priest sang Mass for him, and at the last he came out of the sea all safe. And when he was demanded how he escaped, he said that when he was in the sea and almost dead, there came to him a man which gave to him bread, and when he had eaten he was well comforted, and recovered his strength, and was taken up of a ship that passed by. And that was found that it was the same time that the priest offered to God the blessed sacrament for him.


...a solemn doctor which rehearseth that, there was a woman which had her husband dead, and she was in great despair for poverty. And the devil appeared to her, and said that he would make her rich if she would do as he would say to her, and she promised to do it. And he enjoined her that the men of the church that she should receive into her house, that she should make them do fornication. Secondly, that she should take into her house by daytime poor men, and in the night drive them out void, and having nothing. Thirdly, that she should in the church let prayers by her jangling, and that she should not confess her of none of all these things.

And at the last, as she approached towards her death, her son warned her to be confessed, and she discovered to him what she had promised, and said that she might not be shriven, and that her confession should avail her nothing. But her son hasted her, and said he would do penance for her. She repented her, and sent for to fetch the priest, but tofore ere the priest came, the devils ran to her and she died by the horribleness of them. Then the son confessed the sin of the mother and did for her seven years penance, and that accomplished he saw his mother, and she thanked him of her deliverance. And in likewise avail the indulgences of the Church.


It happed that a legate of the pope prayed a noble knight, that he would make war in the service of the church and ride to the Albigeois, and he would therefor give pardon to his father which was dead. And the knight rode forth, and abode there a whole Lent, and that done his father appeared to him more clear than the day, and thanked him for his deliverance.


Whereof is read that when a knight lay in his bed with his wife, and the moon shone right clear which entered in by the crevices, he marvelled much wherefore man which was reasonable obeyed not to his Maker, when the creatures not reasonable obeyed to him. And then began to say evil of a knight which was dead, and had been familiar with him; and then this knight, of whom they so talked, entered into the chamber and said to him: Friend, have none evil suspicion of any man, but pardon me if I have trespassed to thee.

And when he had demanded him of his state, he answered: I am tormented of divers torments and pains, and especially because I defouled the churchyard and hurt a man therein, and despoiled him of his mantle which he ware, which mantle I bear on me and is heavier than a mountain.

And then he prayed the knight that he would do pray for him. And then he demanded if he would that such a priest should pray for him, or such one, and the dead man wagged his head, and answered not, as he would not have him.

Then he asked of him if he would that such a hermit should pray for him, and then the dead man answered: Would God that he would pray for me. And the living knight promised that he should pray for him, and then the dead man said: And I say to thee that this day two years thou shalt die, and so vanished away. And this knight changed his life into better and at the day slept in our Lord.


As Turpin the archbishop of Rheims saith, that there was a noble knight that was in the battle with Charles the Great for to fight against the Moors, and prayed one that was his cousin that if he died in battle, that he should sell his horse and give the price thereof to poor people. And he died, and that other desired the horse and retained it for himself.

And a little while after, he that was dead appeared to that other knight, shining as the sun, and said to him: Cousin, thou hast made me to suffer pain eight days in purgatory, because thou gavest not the price of my horse to poor people, but thou shalt not escape away unpunished. This day devils shall bear thy soul into hell, and I being purged go into the kingdom of heaven.

And suddenly was a great cry heard in the air, as of bears, lions, and wolves, which bare him away. Then let every executor beware that he execute well the goods of them that they have charge of, and to beware by this ensample heretofore written, for he is blessed that can beware by other men's harms. And let us also pray diligently for all Christian souls, that by the moyen of our prayers, alms, and fastings, they may be eased and lessed of their pains.