Murray Clan 13!!
Sheila's Pilgrimage to Spain
Sheila has been working on this movie for weeks. It is long, but her trip was wonderful, as the movie indicates.
Thank you for your prayers and support!!!
Happy Feast Day of Blessed Mother Teresa!
Our family celebrated the fest of Blessed Mother Teresa at St. Mark's parish in Richmond with the beautiful Missionaries of Charity. Our family has been blessed to be a part of their order in Richmond. They have welcomed, prayed and supported our family and we truly enjoyed celebrating with them on Mother Teresa's Birthday on August 26th and today on her Feast Day.
Here is a beautiful prayer she prayed daily and she encourages her sisters to pray during their time of thanksgiving after receiving the Eucharist:
Dear Jesus,
Help us to spread you fragrance everywhere we go. Flood our souls with your spirit and life. Penetrate and possess our whole being, so utterly, that our lives may only be a radiance of yours. Shine through us and be so in us , that every soul we come in contact with may feel your presence in our soul. Let them look up and see no longer us but only Jesus! Stay with us, and then we shall begin to shine as you shine: so to shine as to be a light to others; the light O Jesus will be all from you, none of it will be ours; it will be you, shining on others though us. Let us preach you without preaching, not by words but by our example, by the catching force, the sympathetic influence of what we do, the evident fullness of the love our heats bear to you. Amen
May Our Lord, through the intercession of Blessed Mother Teresa, enable you to radiate His love for others and serve the unloved and unwanted. God Bless you!
The Tahoe Boys
This year vacations were split. Joe was able to go up to Tahoe with Matthew, Kieran, Thomas, Joseph, Stephen, Michael and Fulton. He stayed at the time share his parents graciously offered us this year. They had a wonderful time. Sheila was away in Madrid, Spain with 1.5 million youth who just happen to be Pope Benedict XVI's closest friends in the Catholic Church, more on her pilgrimage later, and John, Claire and I were at home working on strengthening since she has been home from the hospital.
As you can see from the pictures the boyz had a wonderful time and they are so grateful for the opportunity to swim, hike and pray up in the Sierras. It is truly a beautiful part of the world!!
Happy Birthday Joseph!!!
Summer Fun!!
Father and Son backpacking trip 2011
Stephen's Reenactment
"26 yrs. of WYD" by Grassroots films is below.
Here is Stephen's reenactment.
This is classic Stephen.
Claire Update
Please continue to pray for Claire. She has been in the hospital for a month and is doing physical and occupational therapy. She is working very hard and getting stronger everyday. Your prayers sustain her and our family. God Bless you!!
Computer Problems
I have been behind for over a month on blogging. My computer crashed again, and I had to wait for the fan to be replaced. Once the computer was working I made it a point to back up all of the necessary files just in case this happens again. It is a difficult transition when you have access to everything you think you need at the push of button, and later find yourself not being able to have a button to push. I don't want to rely on technology as I do. Many times it is a blessing and a curse. Thank you Lord for allowing me to trust you, and for showing me Your way.
A time for Sacraments for the Murrays
Stephen and Claire received sacraments this weekend. Stephen received First Communion and Claire received Confirmation. The family attended and the outpouring of the Holy Spirit certainly rested upon us this weekend.
I read a commentary that I want to share. It is very beautiful:
"Yielding to the Holy Spirit"
"Tears are the humble, created water of my heart that corresponds to the powerful uncreated water of the Spirit's life in me. Tears are perhaps the most rejuvenating and re-creating water of all, the evidence that I have allowed grace to melt the ice at the center of my being. As Leon Bloy says strikingly, where there are tears, there is the Holy Spirit, because the Spirit of God is always, as at the beginning, 'hovering over the waters.' What areas of my life are still rigid, refusing to yield to resistance and be shaped by God's fingers?....
In what parts of my person do I still allow the old inflexible grouch of sin to have his way? Each one of us, according to our state in life, has different strategies for allowing the old Adam and Eve to survive in us. We may have that rascal, the decrepit old self, locked away safely, but surreptitiously we still pass him food through the slot in the dungeon door, do we not?
The Glory of God is always found in movements of love, in communication of life, never in static routine cramped piety, thoughtless repetition of official acts of conventional observance, external religious acts that could easily become the letter that kills, the continuing tyranny of the old, sinful self. The Spirit by contrast, is wind, fire, light, water, Glory; the unexpected, the transforming, the self communicating, the self-outpouring Power that shapes by embracing and not letting go. The way of the disciple is necessarily a way of discipline, because discipleship is the living school in which we learn how to be like Christ by intimate association with Him."
I read a commentary that I want to share. It is very beautiful:
"Yielding to the Holy Spirit"
"Tears are the humble, created water of my heart that corresponds to the powerful uncreated water of the Spirit's life in me. Tears are perhaps the most rejuvenating and re-creating water of all, the evidence that I have allowed grace to melt the ice at the center of my being. As Leon Bloy says strikingly, where there are tears, there is the Holy Spirit, because the Spirit of God is always, as at the beginning, 'hovering over the waters.' What areas of my life are still rigid, refusing to yield to resistance and be shaped by God's fingers?....
In what parts of my person do I still allow the old inflexible grouch of sin to have his way? Each one of us, according to our state in life, has different strategies for allowing the old Adam and Eve to survive in us. We may have that rascal, the decrepit old self, locked away safely, but surreptitiously we still pass him food through the slot in the dungeon door, do we not?
The Glory of God is always found in movements of love, in communication of life, never in static routine cramped piety, thoughtless repetition of official acts of conventional observance, external religious acts that could easily become the letter that kills, the continuing tyranny of the old, sinful self. The Spirit by contrast, is wind, fire, light, water, Glory; the unexpected, the transforming, the self communicating, the self-outpouring Power that shapes by embracing and not letting go. The way of the disciple is necessarily a way of discipline, because discipleship is the living school in which we learn how to be like Christ by intimate association with Him."
Veni, Sancte Spiritus
This is so beautiful. I love reciting it together during the Pentecost mass.
Come, Holy Spirit, come!
And from your celestial home
Shed a ray of light divine!
Come, Father of the poor!
Come, source of all our store!
Come, within our bosoms shine.
You, of comforters the best;
You, the soul's most welcome guest;
Sweet refreshment here below;
In our labor, rest most sweet;
Grateful coolness in the heat;
Solace in the midst of woe.
O most blessed Light divine,
Shine with these hearts of yours,
And our most inmost being fill!
Where you are not, we have naught,
Nothing good in deed or thought
Nothing free from taint of ill.
Heal our wounds, our strength renew;
On our dryness pour your dew;
Wash the stains of guilt away:
bend the stubborn heart and will;
Melt the frozen, warm the chill;
Guide the steps that go astray.
On the faithful, who adore
And confess you, evermore
In your sevenfold gifts descend;
Give the virtue's sure reward;
Give them your salvation, Lord;
Give them joys that never end. Amen.
Alleluia
Come, Holy Spirit, come!
And from your celestial home
Shed a ray of light divine!
Come, Father of the poor!
Come, source of all our store!
Come, within our bosoms shine.
You, of comforters the best;
You, the soul's most welcome guest;
Sweet refreshment here below;
In our labor, rest most sweet;
Grateful coolness in the heat;
Solace in the midst of woe.
O most blessed Light divine,
Shine with these hearts of yours,
And our most inmost being fill!
Where you are not, we have naught,
Nothing good in deed or thought
Nothing free from taint of ill.
Heal our wounds, our strength renew;
On our dryness pour your dew;
Wash the stains of guilt away:
bend the stubborn heart and will;
Melt the frozen, warm the chill;
Guide the steps that go astray.
On the faithful, who adore
And confess you, evermore
In your sevenfold gifts descend;
Give the virtue's sure reward;
Give them your salvation, Lord;
Give them joys that never end. Amen.
Alleluia
Life on the Rock - Nun Essential - Fr. Mark and Doug with Sr. Miriam Jam...
Sr. Miriam James SOLT - She is Awesome!!!
"Our deepest longings of our heart are found in Jesus, and we are LOVED"
The May Magnificat.
I came upon this beautiful poem dedicated to the Blessed Mother and her month of May. I found it in the back of the Book with the Divine Office. I never would have found it if my book had not fallen and opened to the page. I love it. It is also a tribute to mothers who try to model after the Blessed Mother with God's grace. I thought I would share it with you. I do hope you enjoy it.
May is Mary's month, and I
Muse at that and wonder why:
Her feasts follow reason
Dated due to season-
Candlemas, Lady Day
But the Lady Month, May,
Why fasten that upon her
With a feasting in her honour
Is it only its being brighter
Than the most are must delight her?
Is it opportunist?
And flowers find soonest?
Ask of her, the mighty mother:
Her reply puts this other
Question what is Spring?
Growth in everything
Flesh and fleece, fur and feather,
grass and greenworld all together;
Star-eyed strawberry-breasted
Throstle above her nested
Cluster of bugle blue eggs thin
Forms and warms the life within;
And bird and blossom swell
In sod or sheath or shell
All things rising, all things sizing
Mary sees sympathizing
With that world of good
Nature's motherhood
Their magnifying of each its kind
With delight calls to mind
How she did in her stored
Magnify the Lord
Well but there was one more than this:
Springs universal bliss
Much had such to say
To offering Mary may
When drop-of-blood-and-form-dapple
bloom lights the orchard-apple
And thicket and thorp are merry
With silver surfed cherry.
And azuring-over greyball makes
Wood banks and brakes wash wet like lakes
And magic cuckoocall
Caps, clears and clinches all-
This ecstasy all through mothering earth
Tells Mary her mirth till Christ's Birth
To remember exultation
In God who was her salvation.
by
Gerard Manly Hopkins
Happy Mother Day to all Mothers!!!
Happy Month of May to our Mother in Heaven!!!
May is Mary's month, and I
Muse at that and wonder why:
Her feasts follow reason
Dated due to season-
Candlemas, Lady Day
But the Lady Month, May,
Why fasten that upon her
With a feasting in her honour
Is it only its being brighter
Than the most are must delight her?
Is it opportunist?
And flowers find soonest?
Ask of her, the mighty mother:
Her reply puts this other
Question what is Spring?
Growth in everything
Flesh and fleece, fur and feather,
grass and greenworld all together;
Star-eyed strawberry-breasted
Throstle above her nested
Cluster of bugle blue eggs thin
Forms and warms the life within;
And bird and blossom swell
In sod or sheath or shell
All things rising, all things sizing
Mary sees sympathizing
With that world of good
Nature's motherhood
Their magnifying of each its kind
With delight calls to mind
How she did in her stored
Magnify the Lord
Well but there was one more than this:
Springs universal bliss
Much had such to say
To offering Mary may
When drop-of-blood-and-form-dapple
bloom lights the orchard-apple
And thicket and thorp are merry
With silver surfed cherry.
And azuring-over greyball makes
Wood banks and brakes wash wet like lakes
And magic cuckoocall
Caps, clears and clinches all-
This ecstasy all through mothering earth
Tells Mary her mirth till Christ's Birth
To remember exultation
In God who was her salvation.
by
Gerard Manly Hopkins
Happy Mother Day to all Mothers!!!
Happy Month of May to our Mother in Heaven!!!
Lourdes Pilgrimage 2011
Our good friend and Knight of Malta Tim Jeffries sent us these exquisite pictures of their recent pilgrimage to Lourdes. Viewing them brought back so many fond memories for Claire and I. Most importantly, of Our Lady's hand in our opportunity to participate in last year's trip, as well as her protective mantle in Claire's care
over the last year. I know that Claire is much stronger spiritually today as result of that grace and peace filled journey. Physically, Claire has become weaker. Especially given her recent surgery, which has pushed her recovery back further. Since the spinal fusion Claire has had to regain muscle strength that she took for granted in the past. Claire is in both physical and occupational therapy to try and rebuild her muscle control. There are plans for her to enter the hospital in the rehabilitation unit in order to work on strengthening. Being in the hospital is not the best or easiest decision, but for Claire it will allow her to learn new skills and get stronger. We thank you for your continued prayers. We ask that the Blessed Mother pray for you and bring you to the place of healing at Lourdes. May the almighty Lord bless us, protect from evil and bring us to everlasting life. Amen.
Happy Birthday Matthew!!!
Matthew turned 22 last week!! We are so amazed, the time just flew by. I remember mothers telling me to pay attention when your children are younger because the time you spend with them is so brief. I, of course, did not heed their advice and look back now on all my areas of imperfection as a mother. While, at the same time, witnessing God's providence and His perfect will. These were an answer to prayer, and enabled us to get out of His way. Still, God's grace can do all things and it has in Matthew's life. The name Matthew means "gift of God" He has certainly been a gift for our whole family and as you can see by the picture, everyone loves their older brother and he is so wonderful to them. He is preparing for his vocation, in whatever God calls him to, in the cell of the family, our domestic church. May God continue to bless you Matthew, and we will keep you and your vocation in constant prayer.
Love,
your family.

Love,
your family.
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