St. Ambrose, Bishop and Doctor |
 | "Omnia Christus est nobis! If you have a wound to heal, He is the doctor; if you are parched by fever, He is the spring; if you are oppressed by injustice, He is justice; if you are in need of help, He is strength; if you fear death, He is life; if you desire Heaven, He is the way; if you are in the darkness, He is light.... Taste and see how good is the Lord: blessed is the man who hopes in Him!" |
| Advent is a season of joyful expectation, our hearts awaiting the coming of our Messiah, yet it is at the same time a purgative season by which we prepare our hearts for the coming of the Lord. We strive in ways little and large to make our hearts suitable dwellings for the King. Throughout this season He knocks at our hearts, asking admission to the house of our hearts. Dom Gueranger writes, The house indeed is His, | Prepare ye the way of the Lord! |
 | Let us accept without a murmur all that God sends us. Every morning let us offer God in behalf of the Souls in Purgatory all our prayers and good works and we shall help them immeasurably. Our Father, Three Hail Marys, Glory Be, De Profundis Most Merciful Jesus,by the merits of Thy Holy Childhood, deliver from the pains of Purgatory all the Holy Souls, particularly the soul longest in paying the debt exacted for his imperfections on earth. Take him today to Paradise that he may join the Heavenly Choir in praising Thee and will intercede for me in the hour of need. |
 | It costs us very little to help the faithful departed. We are obliged to pray – to assist at Mass, to receive the sacraments – to give alms, and too fast on the days appointed. We are in the state of grace, and offer these works for the Holy Souls, they are acceptable to God and speed their relief. Our Father, Three Hail Marys, Glory Be, De Profundis Most merciful Jesus, release the Souls in Purgatory from the results of their imperfections, especially the soul suffering there through my bad example. Take him today to Thy Heavenly Throne, that he may join the Saints in praise of Thee and will intercede for me in my hour of need. |
| One of the saddest facts of life is that the living so soon forget the dead. We forget when we live: we are forgotten when we die. St. Monica, on her deathbed, pleaded with her son, St. Augustine: “Lay my body anywhere, only this I beg of you: remember me at the Altar of God.” Our Father, Three Hail Marys, Glory Be Most merciful Jesus, lover of Souls. We pray Thee, by the agony of Thy most Sacred Heart, and by the sorrows of Thy Immaculate Mother, wash with Thy Blood the Souls in Purgatory. Deliver them from their pains, that they may join the Heavenly Chorus in praising Thee and interceding for us at the hour of need. |  |
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