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Catholic Moms Talk: My Children are the Heart of God Himself : I am pleased to welcome Kate Wicker to "Catholic Moms Talk" today. Kate shares a special story with us today. I suspect many moms will ...

The St Genesius Blog: Clive Dunn R.I.P.

Catholicseeking: Daily Strength : “He has not made us for nought;  He has brought us thus far, in order to bring us further, in order to bring us on to the end.  He wi...

Humblepiety: Cup or Chalice? : Cup or Chalice? In the Greek original of all the New Testament accounts of the Last Supper, after the blessing of the bread, Jesu...

Rambling Follower: Hurricane Furniture and Other Blessings : I realize this photo of our backyard, which is a slate patio, might not say much to you. But this picture says a lot to me about enduranc...

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And Jesus answering said unto them, Render to Caesar the things that are Caesar's, and to God the things that are God's.  Mark 12:17

Pope sends Cardinal Robert Sarah to Lebanon to help Syrian refugees

Saint Willibrord was born in Northumbria in 658 from pious, newly converted parents . His father Wilgils entrusted the boy as an oblate to the monastery of Ripon, and became a recluse at the mouth of the Humber. Willibrord grew up under the influence of St Wilfrid, bishop of York, who preferred the Roman practice to Celtic church characteristics . At the age of twenty Willibrord was irresistibly drawn towards Ireland, the „Isle of Saints“, where he submitted to strict asceticism at the monastery of Rathmelsigi. He was ordained priest in 558. Willibrord was filled with the spirit of „peregrinatio“, the mystic desire of renouncing an earthly home, in order to preach the gospel to heathen peoples. In the year 690 he crossed over to the European mainland with 11 companions, to bring the Christian faith to the people of the Frisians, who had so far resisted evangelisation. Contrary to the mission practice of the Iro-Scottish monks, who tackled evangelisation unsystematically, Willibrord

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A Woman's Place...: Why I'm Not Voting: An Unhappy Confession : I'm not voting today. Not because I don't want to or don't know who I would vote for.  No, I wouldn't have a moral dilemma when it came ...

New Blog: The Association of Catholic Women Bloggers

St. Illtyd - from Catholic Online St. Illtyd are on emai Sh All Wikipedia Comments Feastday:  November 6 Died: 7th Century One of the most revered saints of Wales, by tradition a cousin of the fabled Kin Arthur of the Britons. Reportedly a Briton, he and his wife Tyrnihild lived as members of a Glamorgan chief’s army until they became  hermits  near the river Nadafan. Illtyd then studied with St. Dudricius and founded the great  abbey  of Llanilltud Fawr in Glamorgan, Wales. He was a  disciple  of St. Cadoc. According to one Welsh legend, Illtyd was one of the three Knights of the Holy Grail. He died in Brittany.   from Wikipedia Illtyd  (also spelled  Illtud  and, in corrupt English,  Eltut , and, in Latin,  Hildutus ) was the Welsh founder-abbot and teacher of Llanilltud Fawr (Llantwit Major) in the Welshcounty of Glamorgan, where he is said to have re-established the monastery school known as Cor Tewdws around the beginning of the sixth c

Guy Walters had this to say in the Telegraph in 2010: Which is better – Guy Fawkes' Night or Halloween. Personally, I'm with my namesake (no predictable jokes please), as I find the manner in which Halloween is celebrated to be tacky. Give me a box of fireworks and a plastic cup of scalding tomato soup over trick or treating any day. As soon as I mentioned I was going on air to champion Guy Fawkes' Night, a good friend sent me a message on Facebook indicating that he found November 5th a 'celebration of religious persecution'. Like many Roman Catholics, my friend takes offence at the burning of an effigy of the Pope that takes place at Lewes and I can quite see why. However, I'm certain that most people who attend Guy Fawkes' Nights – which are, after all, more commonly just called Bonfire or Firework Nights – do not do so out of intolerance towards Roman Catholics, but simply to have a get-together and ooh and aah at a few fireworks. Yes, we

Hi everyone! We currently have 50 wonderful blog authors, all of whom have full admin access. The ACWB blog runs very smoothly and the standard of posting is amazingly high. Thankyou to all those women, priests and friends who have and continue to  share their insight and love of our Catholic Faith. I'm hoping to take an internet break! Joanna Bennett has kindly agreed to oversee the running of the blog. She can be contacted at  j.bennett150@btinternet.com .

Yesterday while driving out of the Home Depot parking lot,  I began to tear up. Our 16 year old son's words kept me going. See, I had checked my facebook before heading into the store. I discovered two CL friends are homeless. The boiler in their apartment building in Manhattan's financial district blew up as Hurricane Sandy plowed through. They are scrambling for a warm place to sleep. (They have temporary lodging in New Jersey). Then, as we walked into the store, I was puzzled by rows of people sitting in cloth folding chairs by the customer service counter. Some were reading books; one woman was asleep. Why were they sitting there? And then it struck me: they have no heat in their homes thanks to Hurricane Sandy. Keep Reading....

CCC 166 Faith is a personal act — the free response of the human person to the initiative of God who reveals himself. But faith is not an isolated act. No one can believe alone, just as no one can live alone. You have not given yourself faith as you have not given yourself life. The believer has received faith from others and should hand it on to others. Our love for Jesus and for our neighbor impels us to speak to others about our faith. Each believer is thus a link in the great chain of believers. I cannot believe without being carried by the faith of others, and by my faith I help support others in the faith. In 2002, I , the mother of two girls, became the mother of a baby girl with Down syndrome. It was something I never imagined I could handle, I rationalized that I didn’t have enough patience, that my marriage could not withstand the stress, nevertheless, one Sunday morning, while attending Mass halfway through my pregnancy, I heard a voice in my heart, which said, “You are go