And It Is In Dying That We

You Can Show Your Love To Others By Not Wishing That They Should Be Better Christians.

Every Day He Humbles Himself Just As He Did When From From His Heavenly Throne Into The Virgin's Womb; Every Day He Comes To Us And Lets Us See Him In Lowliness, When He Descends From The Bosom Of The Father Into The Hands Of The Priest At The Altar.

Lord, Make Me An Instrument Of Thy Peace. Where There Is Hatred, Let Me Sow Love, Where There Is Injury, Pardon; Where There Is Doubt, Faith; Where There Is Despair, Hope; Where There Is Darkness, Light; And Where There Is Sadness, Joy. O Divine Master, Grant That I May Not So Much Seek To Be Consoled As To Console, To Be Understood As To Understand, To Be Loved, As To Love.

And In Any Preaching You Do, Admonish The People Concerning Repentance, And That Nobody Can Be Saved Except He Who Receives The Most Holy Body And Blood Of Our Lord. And When It Is Sacrificed On The Altar By The Priest Or Borne Anywhere, Let All The People On Bended Knees Render Praise, Glory And Honor To The True And Living Lord God.

It Is Not Fitting, When One Is In God's Service, To Have A Gloomy Face Or A Chilling Look.