Grosser Zapfenspreich of Saint John the Baptist

Yesterday evening, I went with my friends to a neighboring city to celebrate the Feast of Saint John the Baptist. The above video is commemorating the event

We took part in the blessing of the St John the Baptist fountain and then that of the fire. Afterwards, there was a great honorary military parade. Songs of tradition were played. It was quite delightful to join in the local traditions.

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I have noticed a strong devotion throughout this region to Saint John the Baptist. The devotion has been in every Church I have seen in some shape or fashion. Let us seek his intercession and ask him to truly point out to us the Lamb of God. May we behold Him Who has come to save, the pure and worthy Lamb of God!

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Novena to the Precious Blood: Day 4

Novena prayer: 

By the Voice of Thy Blood, O Jesus, I would press Thee, solicit Thee, importune Thee. Though Thou seemest to reject my supplications I will not leave Thy bleeding feet until Thou hearest me. Too many graces, too many mercies flow from Thy Blood for me not to hope in its efficacy. Then, O Jesus, by the Precious Blood seven times shed for the welfare of all, by each drop of that sacred price of our redemption, by the tears of Thy Immaculate Mother, I implore Thee, hear my earnest prayer.

(here specify your request)

O Jesus, during all the days of Thy mortal life Thou didst console so many sufferers, heal so many infirmities, raise so often a sinking courage, Thou wilst not fail to have pity on one who cries to Thee from the depths of anguish. Oh! No, it is impossible. Another profound sigh from my heart, and from the wound in Thy own there will flow to me upon a wave of Thy merciful Blood the grace so ardently desired. O Jesus, Jesus, hasten the moment when Thou wilst change my tears into joy, my sighs into thanksgiving. Holy Mary, source of the divine Blood, I implore thee not to lose this occasion of glorifying the Blood which made thee Immaculate. Amen.

Sacred Heart at the Church of the Holy Cross in Schwäbisch Gmünd

Novena to the Precious Blood: Day 3

Novena prayer: 
By the Voice of Thy Blood, O Jesus, I would press Thee, solicit Thee, importune Thee. Though Thou seemest to reject my supplications I will not leave Thy bleeding feet until Thou hearest me. Too many graces, too many mercies flow from Thy Blood for me not to hope in its efficacy. Then, O Jesus, by the Precious Blood seven times shed for the welfare of all, by each drop of that sacred price of our redemption, by the tears of Thy Immaculate Mother, I implore Thee, hear my earnest prayer.
(here specify your request)
O Jesus, during all the days of Thy mortal life Thou didst console so many sufferers, heal so many infirmities, raise so often a sinking courage, Thou wilst not fail to have pity on one who cries to Thee from the depths of anguish. Oh! No, it is impossible. Another profound sigh from my heart, and from the wound in Thy own there will flow to me upon a wave of Thy merciful Blood the grace so ardently desired. O Jesus, Jesus, hasten the moment when Thou wilst change my tears into joy, my sighs into thanksgiving. Holy Mary, source of the divine Blood, I implore thee not to lose this occasion of glorifying the Blood which made thee Immaculate. Amen.

Novena to the Most Precious Blood: Day 2

Novena prayer: 

By the Voice of Thy Blood, O Jesus, I would press Thee, solicit Thee, importune Thee. Though Thou seemest to reject my supplications I will not leave Thy bleeding feet until Thou hearest me. Too many graces, too many mercies flow from Thy Blood for me not to hope in its efficacy. Then, O Jesus, by the Precious Blood seven times shed for the welfare of all, by each drop of that sacred price of our redemption, by the tears of Thy Immaculate Mother, I implore Thee, hear my earnest prayer.

(here specify your request)

O Jesus, during all the days of Thy mortal life Thou didst console so many sufferers, heal so many infirmities, raise so often a sinking courage, Thou wilst not fail to have pity on one who cries to Thee from the depths of anguish. Oh! No, it is impossible. Another profound sigh from my heart, and from the wound in Thy own there will flow to me upon a wave of Thy merciful Blood the grace so ardently desired. O Jesus, Jesus, hasten the moment when Thou wilst change my tears into joy, my sighs into thanksgiving. Holy Mary, source of the divine Blood, I implore thee not to lose this occasion of glorifying the Blood which made thee Immaculate. Amen.


In every need let me come to Thee with humble trust saying Blood of Jesus, help me!

In all my doubts, perplexities, and temptations, Blood of Jesus, help me!

In hours of loneliness, weariness and trials, Blood of Jesus, help me!

In the failure of my plans and hopes; in disappointments, troubles and sorrows, Blood of Jesus, help me!

When my heart is cast down by failure, at seeing no good come from my efforts, Blood of Jesus, help me!

When others fail me, and Thy grace alone can assist me, Blood of Jesus, help me! 

When I throw myself on Thy tender love as my Father and Savior, Blood of Jesus, help me! 

When I feel impatient, and my cross irritates me, Blood of Jesus, help me! 

When I am ill, and my head and hands cannot work and I am lonely, Blood of Jesus, help me! 

Always, always in spite of weakness, falls and shortcomings, of every kind, Blood of Jesus, help me and never forsake me. 

Novena to the Most Precious Blood of Our Lord Jesus Christ: Day 1


Prayer to the Wounded Heart of Jesus

O my Most Loving and Gentle Jesus, I desire with all the affections of my heart, that all beings created and uncreated, should praise Thee, honor Thee and glorify Thee eternally for that Sacred Wound wherewith Thy Divine side was rent. I deposit, enclose, conceal in that wound and in that opening in Thy Heart, my heart and all my feelings, thoughts, desires, intentions and all the faculties of my soul. I entreat Thee, by the Precious Blood and Water that flowed from Thy Most Loving Heart, to take entire possession of me, that Thou may guide me in all things. Consume me in the burning fire of Thy Holy Love, so that I may be so absorbed and transformed into Thee that I may no longer be but one with Thee. Amen.

Novena prayer: 

By the Voice of Thy Blood, O Jesus, I would press Thee, solicit Thee, importune Thee. Though Thou seemest to reject my supplications I will not leave Thy bleeding feet until Thou hearest me. Too many graces, too many mercies flow from Thy Blood for me not to hope in its efficacy. Then, O Jesus, by the Precious Blood seven times shed for the welfare of all, by each drop of that sacred price of our redemption, by the tears of Thy Immaculate Mother, I implore Thee, hear my earnest prayer.

(here specify your request)

O Jesus, during all the days of Thy mortal life Thou didst console so many sufferers, heal so many infirmities, raise so often a sinking courage, Thou wilst not fail to have pity on one who cries to Thee from the depths of anguish. Oh! No, it is impossible. Another profound sigh from my heart, and from the wound in Thy own there will flow to me upon a wave of Thy merciful Blood the grace so ardently desired. O Jesus, Jesus, hasten the moment when Thou wilst change my tears into joy, my sighs into thanksgiving. Holy Mary, source of the divine Blood, I implore thee not to lose this occasion of glorifying the Blood which made thee Immaculate. Amen.

A priest guided me here today

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Altarpiece of the Saint

Prayer to St. Aloysius Gonzaga,

O Saint Aloysius, adorned with angelical manners, although I am thy unworthy servant, I recommend to thee in an especial manner the chastity of my soul and body; I conjure thee, by thy angelical purity, to commend me to Jesus Christ, the spotless Lamb, and to His most holy Mother, the Virgin of virgins. Preserve me from every grievous sin; never suffer me to sully my soul with any impurity; whenever thou seest me in temptation or danger of sin, ward off from me every impure thought and affection, and awakening in me the remembrance of eternity and of Jesus crucified, imprint deeply in my heart the sentiment of the fear of God. Inflame me with divine love, in order that by imitating thee on earth, I may merit to enjoy God with thee in heaven. Amen.

Our Father, Hail Mary.
(Indulgence of one hundred days to he gained once a day.)

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Tomb of St. Aloysius Gonzaga at Saint Ignatius in Rome

As the deer longs for running streams

Right now, I am in Amalfi, where Saint Andrew, the Apostle, is buried. It is clear that few come to visit the brother of St. Peter, the rock upon which Our Lord founded the Church. I was looking at the city while wading in the sea and made a comment to my friend that it is of course beautiful: the dark blue waters, the colorful town, the rocks and trails we will hike today, and the waterfalls that will amaze us.


But, I added a caveat; that is, what we celebrated at my parish in Rome on Sunday, it’s 400th anniversary of it’s consecration and dedication to the Most Holy Trinity and Saint Benedict, and the way in which we celebrated, by taking part in the offering of the Sacrifice of the Holy Mass by a prelate of Holy Mother Church, and thus in a most solemn manner, is even more beautiful than what we are encountering in this beautiful coastal town.

One of the candles marking the consecration of the Church
I was reminded of this in praying Sext, the midday prayer of religious and priests of the Church, wherein Psalm 41 is recited on Tuesdays. I’m sure everyone has heard Bob Hurd’s rendition if they have gone to an Easter Vigil in the new Rite of the Roman Rite. But I included the video below to express more profoundly the depth of the Psalm, wherein the psalmist proclaims his desire for Our Lord as the deer longs for running streams. In a sense, I wish to relate this to the transcendence of beauty. The modern man, who calculates everything and desires that the material world be measured to find the sum of what everything is, MUST always return to looking down back at the material world when he encounters something beautiful. He forces himself to continue measuring. But our experience shows us otherwise, there is the immeasurable and beauty lifts our minds and our hearts to encounter the very such.

Psalm 41: 2-5

As the hart panteth after the fountains of water; so my soul panteth after thee, O God. My soul hath thirsted after the strong living God; when shall I come and appear before the face of God? My tears have been my bread day and night, whilst it is said to me daily: Where is thy God?  These things I remembered, and poured out my soul in me: for I shall go over into the place of the wonderful tabernacle, even to the house of God: With the voice of joy and praise; the noise of one feasting.