Thursday, May 25, 2006

Crucifix Venerated - Sister Marie-Marthe Chambon - The Chaplet of Mercy

We reproduce here the detail of a Crucifix of the XIIIth century which illuminated with its rays Saint Francis of Sales, when he was preaching before the Senate of Savoie, on the 24th of March 1606. It is now venerated at the chapel of the Visitation in Saint-Pierre d'Albigny.

"Jesus has loved me and has given himself up for me" (Gal. 2, 20)


This chaplet begins with the following aspirations:

I - O Jesus, Divine Redeemer, be merciful to us and to the whole world.
II - Holy God, Strong God, Immortal God, have mercy on us and on the whole world.
III - Grace and mercy, o my Jesus, in the present dangers; cover us with your most precious Blood.
IV - O Eternal Father, be merciful to us through the Blood of your only Son, be merciful to us, we beseech You.

On the small beads of the rosary we say:
"My Jesus, pardon and mercy; - through the merits of your holy wounds".
On the larger beads of the rosary we say:
"Eternal Father, I offer you the Wounds of Our Lord Jesus Christ; to heal those of our souls".


Sister Marie-Marthe Chambon, the humble lay sister of the Visitation of Chambéry who died in odour of sanctity, March 21, 1907, attests having received the two invocations together with magnificent promises from Our Lord Jesus Christ.


I will grant all that is solicited from Me through the invocation of my holy Wounds. This devotion must be spread.
In truth, this devotion comes not from earth but from heaven. It can obtain everything.
My holy Wounds support the world... ask me to like them constantly, for they are the source of graces. One must invoke them often, attract others to them and instill this devotion in the souls.
When you suffer sorrows, promptly confide them to my Wounds and they will be alleviated.
The following aspirations must be repeated often to sick persons: "My Jesus, pardon and mercy..." etc. This prayer will soothe both body and soul.
And the sinner who will say: "Eternal Father, I offer You the Wounds of Our Lord Jesus Christ..." etc., will obtain converstion.
My Wounds shall heal yours.
There shall be no death for the souls who will pass out in my Wounds. They give the true life.
For each word of the Chaplet of Mercy that you will pronounce, I will allow a drop of my Blood to fall upon the soul of a sinner.
The soul who will have honoured my holy Wounds and will have offered them to the Eternal Father for the souls in Purgatory shall be accompanied by the Blessed Virgin and the Angels at the hour of their death and I, in my radiant glory, will receive them and crown them.
The holy Wounds are the treasure of treasures for the souls in Purgatory.
The Devotion to my Wounds is the remedy to these times of iniquity.
Fruits of sanctity pour out of my Wounds. By meditating upon them you shall acquire new food for love.
My child, if you dip your actions in my holy Wounds, they shall acquire value; your smallest actions covered with my Blood shall satisfy my Heart.
My holy Wounds must be offered to my Eternal Father. Through them the Church shall triumph, being helped by my Immaculate Mother.

Nihil obstat et imprimatur: Can. Zucceli.
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Monday, May 15, 2006

Preparation for Holy Communion

"I am needy and poor."

Dearest Jesus, all Thy creatures are more worthy of Thy grace,
Than the vile and wretched sinner who now kneels before Thy Face;
Yet one claim I have upon Thee which Thou never wilt deny,
In the bounds of Thy creation no one needs Thee more than I.

Other souls have been more faithful and have served Thee better far,
Many spotless hearts more fitting for Thy gracious presence are;
Many lips devout a greeting far more fervent can supply,
But, dear Master, well Thou knowest no one needs Thee more than I.

Many loving hands have carried richer offerings to Thy Shrine,
Many generous hearts have loved Thee with a purer love than mine;
These Thy chosen ones approach Thee as the doves to covert fly,
I am utterly unworthy, but none needs Thee more than I.

Sins unnumbered, unatoned for, have made havoc in my soul,
And against me stands as witness the recording angel's roll;
All untilled has been my vineyard and its soil is hard and dry.
O my God! my only Refuge, no one needs Thee more than I.

For without Thee I am helpless, fast in sin's strong fetters caught,
Blinded by my evil passions, swayed by impulses untaught;
I can do no good unaided, it were worse than vain to try,
Come Thyself to me, sweet Jesus, no one needs Thee more than I.

Thou didst leave Thy Father's bosom to reclaim and save the lost,
Thou didst take upon Thee freely our redemption's awful cost;
Thou Thyself has called me to Thee, Thou wilt hearken to my cry,
In the bounds of Thy Creation no one needs Thee more than I.

From: The Little Treasury of Leaflets, Vol. IV., Dublin, M. H. Gill & Son, Ltd., 1914