consecration

https://www.brandonmaldonado.com

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    O Eternal and Incarnate Wisdom! O most amiable and adorable Jesus, true God and true Man, only Son of the Eternal Father, and of Mary, ever Virgin!  I adore You profoundly in Your eternal dwelling in the bosom and magnificence of Your Father; and in Your dwelling, at the time of Your Incarnation, in the virginal bosom of Mary.

     I thank You for having emptied Yourself, taking the form of a slave, in order to rescue me from cruel slavery to Satan.  I praise and glorify You for having deigned to submit Yourself in all things to Mary, Your Holy Mother, in order to make me, through Her, Your faithful slave.  But, alas!  in my ungratefulness and infidelity, I have not kept the promises which I made so solemnly at my Baptism.  I have not fulfilled my obligations;  I do not deserve to be called Your child or Your slave;  and since there is nothing in me which does not merit Your repulse and Your anger, I no longer dare to come by myself into the presence of Your Most Holy and August Majesty.  Hence it is that I have recourse to the intercession of Your Blessed Mother, whom You have given to me as my Mediatrix with Your Divine Majesty;  and it is through her that I hope to obtain from You contrition and the pardon of my sins, together with the gift of Wisdom and the grace to preserve it.

     Hail, therefore, O Immaculate Mary, living Tabernacle of the Divinity, wherein the hidden Wisdom of the Eternal God deigns to accept the adoration of Angels and of men!  Hail, Queen of Heaven and of earth, whose empire all is subject which is less than God Himself!  Hail, sure Refuge of sinners, whose mercy is refused to no man!  Grant that I may obtain my wish of possessing the Divine Wisdom; and in return, deign to accept the promises and the offerings which, out of the depths of my lowliness, I make to you.

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translation

“I am someone that you never met, I did not live but rather I survived. I crossed the river in hopes of finding work and respect. They found my bones 17 miles from the U.S./Mexican border. I still have not been identified.”  

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     I, _______, an unfaithful sinner, today renew and ratify the promises of my Baptism, and I place this renewal in your hands.  I renounce forever Satan, with his works and pomps; and I give myself entirely to Jesus Christ, the Incarnate Wisdom, that I may walk in His footsteps all my life, carrying my cross.  And in order that I may be more faithful to Him than I have hitherto been, I choose you today, O Mary, in the presence of the whole Court of Heaven, to be my Mother and my Mistress.  I give and consecrate to you, as your slave, my body and my soul; my interior and exterior possessions; and even the value of my good actions ~ past, present and to come.  I give you the full and entire right to dispose of me and all that I have, without the least reservation, in accordance with your good pleasure, and to the greatest glory of God, both in time and in eternity.

     Receive, O gracious Virgin, this little offering of my slavery, in honour of the manner in which the Eternal Wisdom deigned to subject Himself to you as your Child, and in union with this subjection.  Receive it also as a tribute of homage to the power which both your Divine Son and you possess over this little worm and miserable sinner; and as an act of thanksgiving for the privileges which the Blessed Trinity has bestowed upon you.  I protest that I desire henceforth to be really and sincerely your slave, seeking your honour and obedient to you in all things.

     O Mother most admirable, please present me to your dear Son as His eternal slave, so that, having redeemed me through you, He may also receive me through you!  O Mother of Mercy, please obtain for me the grace to receive the true Wisdom of God, and to that end deign to number me among those whom you love, whom you teach, whom you lead, whom you nourish and protect as your children and your slaves.  O Virgin most faithful, please make me in all things so perfect a disciple, imitator and slave of the Incarnate Wisdom, Jesus Christ, your Son, that, by your intercession and example, I may attain to the fullness of His age on earth and of His glory in Heaven.  Amen.

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St. Louis de Montfort

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editor

rawclyde

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Brother Love’s Traveling Salvation Show

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Hot August night
And the leaves hanging down
And the grass on the ground smellin’ sweet
Move up the road to the outside of town
And the sound of that good gospel beat
Sits a ragged tent
Where there ain’t no trees
And that gospel group tellin’ you and me
It’s Love, Brother Love, say
Brother Love’s Traveling Salvation Show
Pack up the babies and grab the old ladies
And ev’ryone goes, ’cause everyone knows
Brother Love’s show
.

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Room gets suddenly still
And when you’d almost bet
You could hear yourself sweat, he walks in
Eyes black as coal
And when he lifts his face
Ev’ry ear in the place is on him
Starting soft and slow
Like a small earthquake
And when he lets go
Half the valley shakes
.

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It’s Love, Brother Love, say
Brother Love’s Traveling Salvation Show
Pack up the babies and grab the old ladies
And ev’ryone goes, ’cause everyone knows
Brother Love’s show

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Take my hand in yours
Walk with me this day
In my heart I know, I will never stray
Halle, halle, halle, halle
Halle, halle, halle, halle
It’s Love, Brother Love, say
Brother Love’s Traveling Salvation Show
Pack up the babies
And grab the old ladies and ev’ryone goes
I say, Love, Brother Love, say
Brother Love’s Traveling Salvation Show
Pack up the babies
And grab the old ladies and ev’ryone goes…

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sung by

Neil  Diamond

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1972

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Ghost Town

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I sauntered into the haunted saloon

placed myself carefully on a stool at the counter

nobody was there but a bunch of ghosts & me

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The barmaid, Holy Mary, uncorked a bottle of grace

poured me a shot

the shot glass looked empty

but I knew, yes, I knew

the shot glass was now full of grace

“the Lord is with thee,” I said to the barmaid

she smiled gently

a replica of the Milky Way galaxy in each eye

a crucifix above her head

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“What’s a crucifix doing in here?” I asked

her reply:  “This is the ghost town called Love, remember?”

an awkward grin tilted my head sideways

I gulped down what she had served

& left a generous tip

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photos

3:10 to Yuma

1957

&

Holy Mary / Tumblr.com

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A Ghost Town Called Love

http://aghostttowncalledlove.yolasite.com

by

Rawclyde

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Tug Boat

So I

up

 n’

float

~

In

my

old

   tug boat

~

Across

the

desert

skyyyyyyyy!

~

And

as

I

float

~

I

cross

the

moat

~

In

Oh My God’s

loving

eeeeeeeye!

~

So

watch

me

float

~

 In-

to

the

 remote

~

Sometimes

low

and other times

 hiiiiiiigh

~

Above the

head

of the

 little big-horn goat

~

 It’s just

me

in my

 old tug boat

~

That speck of

dust

up there

   passing by…

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Deep Desert Blues

by

Rawclyde

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