Pope stops Piety in Altar boy

Pope corrects Altar boy's Piety
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FIVE SONS

Today five sons
Served on the altar
Determined boys
Who would not falter.

Boys at home
Who fight and shove
But on the altar
Assist with love.

At home shouting
From top of lung
On the altar
Latin’s sung.

At home running
Can’t sit still
On the altar
Disciplined will.

At home throwing
Cereal, toast
On the altar
Adoring Host.

At home bedrooms
Scattered scene
On the altar
Order, serene.

I proud mother
Faithful to Rome
Five sons on the altar
Five men at home.

Altar Boys

FIVE SONS

Today, five sons,
Served on the altar.
Determined boys
Who would not falter.

Boys, at home,
Who fight and shove
But on the altar
Assist with love.

At home shouting,
From top of lung.
On the altar,
Latin’s sung.

At home running
Can’t sit still.
On the altar
Disciplined will.

At home throwing
Cereal, toast.
On the altar
Adoring Host.

At home bedrooms,
Scattered scene.
On the altar
Order, serene.

I, proud, mother,
Faithful to Rome,
Five sons on the altar,
Five men at home.

St. Don Bosco pray for us

FIVE SONS

Today, five sons,
Served on the altar.
Determined boys
Who would not falter.

Boys, at home,
Who fight and shove
But on the altar
Assist with love.

At home shouting,
From top of lung.
On the altar,
Latin’s sung.

At home running
Can’t sit still.
On the altar
Disciplined will.

At home throwing
Cereal, toast.
On the altar
Adoring Host.

At home bedrooms,
Scattered scene.
On the altar
Order, serene.

I, proud, mother,
Faithful to Rome,
Five sons on the altar,
Five men at home.

Altar Boys

FIVE SONS

Today, five sons,
Served on the altar.
Determined boys
Who would not falter.

Boys, at home,
Who fight and shove
But on the altar
Assist with love.

At home shouting,
From top of lung.
On the altar,
Latin’s sung.

At home running
Can’t sit still.
On the altar
Disciplined will.

At home throwing
Cereal, toast.
On the altar
Adoring Host.

At home bedrooms,
Scattered scene.
On the altar
Order, serene.

I, proud, mother,
Faithful to Rome,
Five sons on the altar,
Five men at home.

The Sixth Sorrow

From St. Louis, MO

17 December 2008

h/t to: Stlouiscatholic.blogspot.com
Local Homeschooler Missing: Jumped into Missouri River to Avoid Being Hit by Truck

(Info from a reader at St. Louis Catholic Blog) For those of you who don't already know:John-Paul Forget (St. Alban Roe family and fmr seminarian) was on the way home from Benedictine College with a friend when they were in an accident. John-Paul survived the accident just fine, but as they were getting out of the car, an 18-wheeler was headed toward John-Paul and he jumped into the MO River to avoid being hit. They are still looking for his body.John-Paul was the oldest of 13 children and was, I believe, 20 years old.His uncle is Fr. Timothy Forget (Intercessor of the Lamb).The family was all at Mass this morning at St. Alban Roe and informed Fr. just before Mass as to what has happened.Prayers are needed for this young man and his family.

From the Springfield News Leader:

Chesterfield man jumps into river to avoid traffic, water patrol saysRecovery efforts will resume this morning for a Chesterfield man who jumped into the Missouri River to avoid traffic after a crash, according to the Missouri Water Patrol.John-Paul Forget, 20, was a passenger in a vehicle that spun into the I-70 bridge in the eastbound lane due to icy conditions around 7:30 p.m. Tuesday.While outside the vehicle, Forget jumped from the bridge to avoid being hit by oncoming traffic.Marine units from the water patrol and Boone County Fire searched the river for a five-mile area but weren’t able to recover Forget.

May Perpetual Light shine upon him as his parents receive the...

GIFT
OF
THE
SIXTH
SORROW

Have you received
Christ's body dead
Like the sorrowful Mother
Who cradled His head?

Christ's body dead
Is the death of a child
Deformed or sickly
Did you feel beguiled?

Christ's body dead
Is the gift of disease
Physical, mental
Can't do as you please.

That's because Christ
Wants to be close
To you who accepts
The sixth sorrow's dose.

He chose you of hope
To cradle His head
For you know what is life
And what really is dead.

Climb Golgotha hill
For you can handle
So others can see
Your light like a candle

That Christ is with you
Before and behind,
And they'll follow your path
To the tomb quite resigned

Where quietly gently
All suffering will rest
And your head will be cradled
At our Lady's breast.

Oh sons of sorrow
The gift - your breath,
You'll breathe at your birth
Due to Christ's body's death.