Showing posts from November, 2014

Get to know the Family!

Many people have never heard of our religious Congregation so here is some basic information and answers to the questions which we get asked most!

Name of the Order:  Disciples of the Divine Master (PDDM)

Apostolate/Charism/Mission: Strong contemplative-apostolic lifestyle of loving and active silence. A three-fold charism: the main mission is to be 'living lamps' before Jesus present in the Eucharist, offering our prayer and Adoration for the intentions of the whole world. From this Eucharistic mission, two other ministries flow: that of liturgical service and of priestly service. We promote liturgical formation and animation through the production and distribution of sacred art. Alongside this, we are involved in different ministries throughout the day, ranging from sewing and embroidering vestments, painting, sculpture, architecture, music in order that prayer may be characterized by beauty and dignity. We are associated with the ministry of the priest ‘from the womb to th…

The Smaller Beatitudes

Blessed are those who can laugh at themselves: they will have no end of fun.

Blessed are those who can tell a mountain from a molehill: they will be saved a lot of bother.

Blessed are those who know how to relax without looking for excuses: they are on the way to becoming wise.

Blessed are those who know when to be quiet and listen: they will lean a lot of new things.

Blessed are those who think before acting and pray before thinking: they will avoid many blunders.

Happy are you when you can take small things seriously and face serious things calmly: you will go far in life.

Happy are you if you can appreciate a smile and forget a frown: you will walk on the sunny side of the street.
Happy are you if you can be kind in understanding the attitudes of others, even when the signs are unfavourable: you may be taken for a fool, but this is the price of charity.

Happy are you if you know how to hold your tongue and smile, even when the people interrupt and contradict you or tread on your toes: the…

It’s the little things!


Precious in God’s Eyes

I don't usually re-post posts on my personal blog but this was too beautiful and I wanted my friends who are not on Facebook and Twitter but do follow this blog, to read this. It was written by Kimberly Baker who works in the Pro-Life Secretariat of the United States Catholic Conference of Bishops.     

" Every year on November 2, the Church observes the Commemoration of All the Faithful Departed (All Souls’ Day). This is a time when we remember all who have died and commend their souls to God. It also reminds us that we all will face death someday, yet hope that by God’s grace, we will be welcomed before the face of the Lord. This can be a motivation to reflect on the present direction of our lives and how we are using our time in this world. It heightens awareness of the preciousness of our lives.

Every soul is precious to God, who creates each person to share in his love and goodness. The psalmist profoundly captures the beauty and mystery of each person’s origins under …

Called to be saints! Yes, you!

You are called to be a saint of God. You – yes you! You might think, how could I be a saint? I have already messed up my life, I am beyond redemption. Before you stick to your 'excuse', you might want to look at the lives of these people who allowed themselves to be open to God and to be used by God to do mighty things. They were far from 'holy'!
Check this list out:
Noah got drunk
Abraham was too old
Sarah laughed at God’s plans...
Isaac was a daydreamer
Jacob was a trickster
Joseph, well he was a show off in that fancy coat of his.
Moses stammered
Miriam gossiped
Gideon was insecure
Samson – let’s just say ‘my, my my, Delilah!’
Rahab was a prostitute
Ruth was a foreigner
David was an adulterer and murdered Bathsheba’s husband., preached naked for three years
Jeremiah struggled with depression
Jonah ran from God...
and in the New Testament:
Zaccheus was too small
the woman at the well had had five husbands
Martha was a worrier
Mary Magdal…