Saturday, October 19, 2013

Saints John of Brébeuf and Isaac Jogues, priests, and their Companions, Martyrs

 It seems the rainy season is almost ended but the malaria patients keep coming. Soooooooooooooooo....I am still begging you for help. Ebrima, my invaluable helper, and I had to turn so many folks away this past week for the lack of medicines. We both feel terrible when that happens. There were several sick children among those turned  back. I told the parents the problem and directed them to the "lopitano" (clinic) but as they left Nazareth they turned toward the road going back to their village. I stopped them and told them it was so dangerous  not to get help but the mother looked at me and said "no money" This is the first time in ten years that we were unable to carry on and the reason I am askinf for help. My big brother used to send help at this time of year but since he passed away two months ago his help is gone. God love you...please pray for us and for our sick poor.
love and prayers,

Bro. dismas Mary

The spiritual diaries of St John de Brébeuf

May I die only for you, Jesus, who willingly died for me
The North American Martyrs.

For two days now I have experienced a great desire to be a martyr and to endure all the torments the martyrs suffered.
St. John of Brebeuf
  Jesus, my Lord and Savior, what can I give you in return for all the favors you have first conferred on me? I will take from your hand the cup of your sufferings and call on your name. I vow before your eternal Father and the Holy Spirit, before your most holy Mother and her most chaste spouse, before the angels, apostles and martyrs, before my blessed fathers Saint Ignatius and Saint Francis Xavier-in truth I vow to you, Jesus my Savior, that as far as I have the strength I will never fail to accept the grace of martyrdom, if some day you in your infinite mercy should offer it to me, your most unworthy servant.
St. Isaac Jogues
  I bind myself in this way so that for the rest of my life I will have neither permission nor freedom to refuse opportunities of dying and shedding my blood for you, unless at a particular juncture I should consider it more suitable for your glory to act otherwise at that time. Further, I bind myself to this so that, on receiving the blow of death, I shall accept it from your hands with the fullest delight and joy of spirit. For this reason, my beloved Jesus, and because of the surging joy which moves me, here and now I offer my blood and body and life. May I die only for you, if you will grant me this grace, since you willingly died for me. Let me so live that you may grant me the gift of such a happy death. In this way, my God and Savior, I will take from your hand the cup of your sufferings and call on your name: Jesus, Jesus, Jesus!
  My God, it grieves me greatly that you are not known, that in this savage wilderness all have not been converted to you, that sin has not been driven from it. My God, even if all the brutal tortures which prisoners in this region must endure should fall on me, I offer myself most willingly to them and I alone shall suffer them all.

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