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September September 8th--Our Lady's Birthday Nine months after the feast of the Immaculate Conception, the Church celebrates the feast of the Nativity of the Blessed Virgin. Since the 6th century in Jerusalem the birthday place of Mary has been venerated. In a very real sense, Mary's birth prepared for the Redemption. Readings: September 14th--Feast of the Triumph of the Cross The cross used to be a symbol of shame and death. But the redeeming death of Jesus made the cross a symbol of glory and redemption. Following one of the most cherished Christian traditions, on September 14th the Church celebrates the splendid Triumph of the Cross of our Lord and Savior. Family Activity: Tie red ribbons tastefully around the crucifixes that you have in your home. Say together this prayer: Jesus, Divine Master, I thank and bless your most meek Heart, which led you to give your life for me. Your blood, your wounds, the scourges, the thorns, the cross, your bowed head tell my heart: "No one loves more than he who gives his life for the loved one." The Shepherd died to give life for the sheep. I too want to spend my life for you. Grant that you may always, everywhere, and in all things dispose of me for your greater glory and that I may always repeat: "Your will be done." Inflame my heart with holy love for you and for souls. A Child's Prayer: Jesus, I thank you for dying for me. I want to love you all my life and do what you wan of me. I love you and help me to love you more and more. Readings: September 15th--Feast of the Mother of Sorrows On the day following the ancient feast of the Holy Cross we commemorate the compassion of Mary. We meditate on the reactions in the soul of Mary concerning the sufferings and death of Jesus Christ her Son. Simeon predicted that her heart would be transfixed with sorrows. So it was, as she stood under the cross of her Son. She is the Mother and Queen of all those who suffer. As Queen of Martyrs, Mary gives an admirable example of patience. Readings: Stabat Mater At the cross her station keeping, Through her heart, his sorrow sharing, Oh, how sad and sore distressed Christ above in torment hangs, Is there one who would not weep, Can the human heart refrain Bruised, derided, cursed, defiled, For the sins of his own nation O sweet Mother! font of love, Make me feel as you have felt; Holy Mother, pierce me through, Let me share with you his pain, Let me mingle tears with you By the cross with you to stay, Virgin of all virgins blest! Let me to my latest breath, Wounded with his every wound, While my body here decays, Embroider a Picture of Jesus and Mary Needed:
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