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A Blessed Michaelmas To All
« on: September 29, 2022, 06:22:01 PM »
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  • Stars of the morning, so gloriously bright,
    Filled with celestial splendor and light,
    These that, where night never followeth day,
    Raise the Thrice Holy song ever and aye.

    These are Thy ministers, these dost Thou own,
    God of Sabaoth, the nearest Thy throne;
    These are Thy messengers, These dost Thou send,
    Help of the helpless ones! man to defend.
    Who like the Lord? thunders Michael the chief;
    Raphael, the cure of God, comforteth grief;
    And, as at Nazareth, prophet of peace,
    Gabriel, the light of God, bringeth release.
    Then, when the earth was first poised in mid space,
    Then, when the planets first sped on their race,
    Then, when were ended the six days’ employ,
    Then all the sons of God shouted for joy.
    Still let them succor us; still let them fight,
    Lord of angelic hosts, battling for right;
    Till, where their anthems they ceaselessly pour,
    We with the angels may bow and adore.


    For our wrestling is not against flesh and blood; but against principalities and power, against the rulers of the world of this darkness, against the spirits of wickedness in the high places
    Ephesians 6:12

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    Re: A Blessed Michaelmas To All
    « Reply #1 on: September 29, 2022, 06:54:15 PM »
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  • To those new members who may not have heard this true story of St. Michael.


    What follows is a copy of a letter written by a young Marine to his mother while recovering from a wound suffered on a Korean battlefield in 1950. The Navy Chaplain Father W. Muldy, who had talked to the boy, his mother, and to the Sergeant in charge of the patrol, vouched for the veracity of the story.
    Dear Mom,
    I wouldn’t dare write this letter to anyone but you, because no one else would believe it. Maybe even you will find it hard, but I have got to tell somebody.
    First off, I’m in a hospital. Now don’t worry, you hear me? Don’t worry! I was wounded, but I am okay. The doctor says that I will be up and around in a month. But that’s not what I want to tell you.
    Remember when I joined the Marines last year? When I left, you told me to say a prayer to St. Michael every day. You really didn’t have to tell me that…ever since I can remember, you always told me to pray to St. Michael the Archangel. You even named me after him. Well, I always have! But when I got to Korea I prayed even harder.
    Remember the prayer that you taught me?…”Michael, Michael of the morning, Fresh corps of Heaven adorning…” You know the rest of it. Well, I said it every day…sometimes when I was marching or sometimes resting. But always before I went to sleep. I even got some of the other fellas to say it.
    Well, one day I was with an advance detail way up on the front lines. We were scouting for the Commies. I was plodding along in the bitter cold…my breath was like cigar smoke.
    I thought I knew every guy in the patrol, when alongside of me comes another Marine I never met before. He was bigger than any other Marine I’d ever seen. He must have been 6’4″ and built in proportion! It gave me a feeling of security to have such a body nearby.
    Anyway, there we were, trudging along. The rest of the patrol spread out. Just to start a conversation, I said, “Cold, ain’t it?” And then I laughed! Here I was, with a good chance of getting killed any minute, and I’m talking about the weather!
    My companion seemed to understand. I heard him laugh softly. I looked at him, “I have never seen you before. I thought I knew every man in the outfit.”
    “I just joined at the last minute,” he replied. “The name is Michael.”
    “Is that so?” I said surprised. “That’s MY name, too!”
    “I know,” he said…and then went on…”Michael, Michael, of the morning…”
    I was too amazed to say anything for a minute. How did he know my name, and a prayer that YOU had taught me? Then I smiled to myself: Every guy in the outfit knew about me! Hadn’t I taught the prayer to anybody who would listen? Why, now and then, they even referred to me as “St. Michael”!
    Neither of us spoke for a time, and then he broke the silence. “We are going to have some trouble up ahead.”
    He must have been in fine physical shape, for he was breathing so lightly that I couldn’t see his breath. Mine poured out in great clouds! There was no smile on his face now. Trouble ahead, I thought to myself…well, with the Commies all around us, THAT is no great revelation!
    Snow began to fall in great thick globs. In a brief moment, the whole countryside was blotted out. And I was marching in a white fog of wet, sticky particles. My companion disappeared.
    “Michael!” I shouted in sudden alarm.
    I felt his hand on my arm, his voice rich and strong. “This will stop shortly.”
    His prophecy proved to be correct. In a few minutes, the snow stopped as abruptly as it had begun. The sun was a hard, shining disc. I looked back for the rest of the patrol. There was no one in sight. We lost them in that heavy fall of snow. I looked ahead as we came over a little rise.
    Mom, my heart just stopped! There were seven of them! Seven Commies in their padded pants and jackets and their funny hats. Only, there wasn’t anything funny about them now. Seven rifles were aimed at us!
    “Down, Michael!” I screamed, and hit the frozen earth. I heard those rifles fire almost as one. I heard the bullets. There was Michael…still standing!
    Mom, those guys COULDN’T have missed…not at that range! I expected to see him literally blown to bits! But, there he stood…making no effort to fire himself! He was paralyzed with fear …It happens sometimes, Mom, even to the bravest. He was like a bird fascinated by a snake!
    At least, that was what I thought THEN! I jumped up to pull him down, and that was when I got hit. I felt a sudden flame in my chest. I often wondered what it felt like to be hit…now I know!
    I remember feeling strong arms about me, arms that laid me ever so gently on a pillow of snow. I opened my eyes, for one last look. I was dying! Maybe I was even dead. I remember thinking, “Well, this is not so bad.”
    Maybe I was looking into the sun. Maybe I was in shock. But it seemed I saw Michael standing erect again…only this time his face was shining with a terrible splendor! He seemed to change as I watched him. He grew bigger, his arms stretched out wide. Maybe it was the snow falling again, but there was a brightness around him like the wings of an Angel! In his hand was a sword…a sword that flashed with a million lights!
    Well…that is the last thing I remember until the rest of the fellas came up and found me. I don’t know how much time had passed. Now and then, I had but a moment’s rest from the pain and fever. I remember telling them of the enemy just ahead.
    “Where’s Michael?” I asked. I saw them look at one another. “Where’s who?” asked one.
    “Michael…Michael…that big Marine I was walking with just before the snow squall hit us.”
    “Kid,” said the sergeant, “You weren’t walking with anyone. I had my eyes on you the whole time. You were getting too far out! I was just going to call you in when you disappeared in the snow.”
    He looked at me curiously. “How did you do it, kid?” “How’d I do WHAT?” I asked…half-angry, despite my wound. “This Marine named Michael and I were just…”
    “Son,” said the sergeant kindly, “I picked this outfit myself, and there just ain’t another Michael in it! You are the only Michael in it!”
    He paused for a minute. “Just how did you do it, kid? We heard shots, but there hasn’t been a shot fired from YOUR rifle…and there isn’t a BIT of lead in them seven bodies over the hill there.”
    I didn’t say anything. What COULD I say? I could only look open-mouthed with amazement.
    It was then the sergeant spoke again. “Kid,” he said gently… “Every one of those seven Commies was killed by a sword stroke!”
    That is all I can tell you, Mom. As I say…it may have been the sun in my eyes…it may have been the cold or the pain. But that is what happened.
    Love,
    Michael                              
                                                            THE PRAYER 
      Michael, Michael of the morning,
      Fresh corps of Heaven adoring,
      Keep me safe today,
      And in time of temptation
      Drive the devil away.
      Amen.





    "Let God arise, and let His enemies be scattered: and them that hate Him flee from before His Holy Face"  Psalm 67:2[/b]



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    Re: A Blessed Michaelmas To All
    « Reply #2 on: September 29, 2022, 08:46:08 PM »
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  • To those new members who may not have heard this true story of St. Michael.


    What follows is a copy of a letter written by a young Marine to his mother while recovering from a wound suffered on a Korean battlefield in 1950. The Navy Chaplain Father W. Muldy, who had talked to the boy, his mother, and to the Sergeant in charge of the patrol, vouched for the veracity of the story.
    Dear Mom,
    I wouldn’t dare write this letter to anyone but you, because no one else would believe it. Maybe even you will find it hard, but I have got to tell somebody.
    First off, I’m in a hospital. Now don’t worry, you hear me? Don’t worry! I was wounded, but I am okay. The doctor says that I will be up and around in a month. But that’s not what I want to tell you.
    Remember when I joined the Marines last year? When I left, you told me to say a prayer to St. Michael every day. You really didn’t have to tell me that…ever since I can remember, you always told me to pray to St. Michael the Archangel. You even named me after him. Well, I always have! But when I got to Korea I prayed even harder.
    Remember the prayer that you taught me?…”Michael, Michael of the morning, Fresh corps of Heaven adorning…” You know the rest of it. Well, I said it every day…sometimes when I was marching or sometimes resting. But always before I went to sleep. I even got some of the other fellas to say it.
    Well, one day I was with an advance detail way up on the front lines. We were scouting for the Commies. I was plodding along in the bitter cold…my breath was like cigar smoke.
    I thought I knew every guy in the patrol, when alongside of me comes another Marine I never met before. He was bigger than any other Marine I’d ever seen. He must have been 6’4″ and built in proportion! It gave me a feeling of security to have such a body nearby.
    Anyway, there we were, trudging along. The rest of the patrol spread out. Just to start a conversation, I said, “Cold, ain’t it?” And then I laughed! Here I was, with a good chance of getting killed any minute, and I’m talking about the weather!
    My companion seemed to understand. I heard him laugh softly. I looked at him, “I have never seen you before. I thought I knew every man in the outfit.”
    “I just joined at the last minute,” he replied. “The name is Michael.”
    “Is that so?” I said surprised. “That’s MY name, too!”
    “I know,” he said…and then went on…”Michael, Michael, of the morning…”
    I was too amazed to say anything for a minute. How did he know my name, and a prayer that YOU had taught me? Then I smiled to myself: Every guy in the outfit knew about me! Hadn’t I taught the prayer to anybody who would listen? Why, now and then, they even referred to me as “St. Michael”!
    Neither of us spoke for a time, and then he broke the silence. “We are going to have some trouble up ahead.”
    He must have been in fine physical shape, for he was breathing so lightly that I couldn’t see his breath. Mine poured out in great clouds! There was no smile on his face now. Trouble ahead, I thought to myself…well, with the Commies all around us, THAT is no great revelation!
    Snow began to fall in great thick globs. In a brief moment, the whole countryside was blotted out. And I was marching in a white fog of wet, sticky particles. My companion disappeared.
    “Michael!” I shouted in sudden alarm.
    I felt his hand on my arm, his voice rich and strong. “This will stop shortly.”
    His prophecy proved to be correct. In a few minutes, the snow stopped as abruptly as it had begun. The sun was a hard, shining disc. I looked back for the rest of the patrol. There was no one in sight. We lost them in that heavy fall of snow. I looked ahead as we came over a little rise.
    Mom, my heart just stopped! There were seven of them! Seven Commies in their padded pants and jackets and their funny hats. Only, there wasn’t anything funny about them now. Seven rifles were aimed at us!
    “Down, Michael!” I screamed, and hit the frozen earth. I heard those rifles fire almost as one. I heard the bullets. There was Michael…still standing!
    Mom, those guys COULDN’T have missed…not at that range! I expected to see him literally blown to bits! But, there he stood…making no effort to fire himself! He was paralyzed with fear …It happens sometimes, Mom, even to the bravest. He was like a bird fascinated by a snake!
    At least, that was what I thought THEN! I jumped up to pull him down, and that was when I got hit. I felt a sudden flame in my chest. I often wondered what it felt like to be hit…now I know!
    I remember feeling strong arms about me, arms that laid me ever so gently on a pillow of snow. I opened my eyes, for one last look. I was dying! Maybe I was even dead. I remember thinking, “Well, this is not so bad.”
    Maybe I was looking into the sun. Maybe I was in shock. But it seemed I saw Michael standing erect again…only this time his face was shining with a terrible splendor! He seemed to change as I watched him. He grew bigger, his arms stretched out wide. Maybe it was the snow falling again, but there was a brightness around him like the wings of an Angel! In his hand was a sword…a sword that flashed with a million lights!
    Well…that is the last thing I remember until the rest of the fellas came up and found me. I don’t know how much time had passed. Now and then, I had but a moment’s rest from the pain and fever. I remember telling them of the enemy just ahead.
    “Where’s Michael?” I asked. I saw them look at one another. “Where’s who?” asked one.
    “Michael…Michael…that big Marine I was walking with just before the snow squall hit us.”
    “Kid,” said the sergeant, “You weren’t walking with anyone. I had my eyes on you the whole time. You were getting too far out! I was just going to call you in when you disappeared in the snow.”
    He looked at me curiously. “How did you do it, kid?” “How’d I do WHAT?” I asked…half-angry, despite my wound. “This Marine named Michael and I were just…”
    “Son,” said the sergeant kindly, “I picked this outfit myself, and there just ain’t another Michael in it! You are the only Michael in it!”
    He paused for a minute. “Just how did you do it, kid? We heard shots, but there hasn’t been a shot fired from YOUR rifle…and there isn’t a BIT of lead in them seven bodies over the hill there.”
    I didn’t say anything. What COULD I say? I could only look open-mouthed with amazement.
    It was then the sergeant spoke again. “Kid,” he said gently… “Every one of those seven Commies was killed by a sword stroke!”
    That is all I can tell you, Mom. As I say…it may have been the sun in my eyes…it may have been the cold or the pain. But that is what happened.
    Love,
    Michael                              
                                                            THE PRAYER 
      Michael, Michael of the morning,
      Fresh corps of Heaven adoring,
      Keep me safe today,
      And in time of temptation
      Drive the devil away.
      Amen.
    I've read that, but good to do so again. Thanks for posting it !
    For our wrestling is not against flesh and blood; but against principalities and power, against the rulers of the world of this darkness, against the spirits of wickedness in the high places
    Ephesians 6:12

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    Re: A Blessed Michaelmas To All
    « Reply #3 on: September 29, 2022, 09:06:48 PM »
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  • That was an awesome story, I'd never seen it before. Thanks for sharing

    St. Michael, defend us!

    "Be not therefore solicitous for tomorrow; for the morrow will be solicitous for itself. Sufficient for the day is the evil thereof." [Matt. 6:34]

    "In all thy works remember thy last end, and thou shalt never sin." [Ecclus. 7:40]

    "A holy man continueth in wisdom as the sun: but a fool is changed as the moon." [Ecclus. 27:12]

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    Re: A Blessed Michaelmas To All
    « Reply #4 on: September 29, 2022, 09:19:07 PM »
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  • That was an awesome story, I'd never seen it before. Thanks for sharing

    Father Leo Carley has used this story in a few sermons over the years (34+ years that I've been at his chapel).  


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    Re: A Blessed Michaelmas To All
    « Reply #5 on: September 29, 2022, 10:04:16 PM »
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  • This story of St Michael and the Marine was told on the radio at Christmas time for a number of years in the U.S.
    Below is the original broadcast with pictures added  I especially liked the pictures of priests offering Mass in the field.


    "Let God arise, and let His enemies be scattered: and them that hate Him flee from before His Holy Face"  Psalm 67:2[/b]


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    Re: A Blessed Michaelmas To All
    « Reply #6 on: September 29, 2022, 10:13:59 PM »
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  • Chaplet of St. Michael

    https://catholicharboroffaithandmorals.com/St.%20Michael%20Feast%20Day.html


    First, make a sincere Act of Contrition 



    Then pray the following invocation on the Chaplet’s medal
    V. O God, come to my assistance. 
    R. O Lord, make haste to help me. 


    After this, pray one Glory Be to the Father.
    And then, after each salutation, recite one Our Father on the individual bead and three Hail Marys on the three beads grouped together, in honor of the corresponding choir of Angels. (Leave the set of four beads until the end.) 

    First Salutation. At the intercession of St. Michael and the heavenly choir of the Seraphim, may it please God to make us worthy to receive into our hearts the fire of His perfect charity. Amen. 1 Our Father, 3 Hail Mary's 

    Second Salutation. At the intercession of St. Michael and the heavenly choir of the Cherubim may God grant us the grace to abandon the ways of sin and follow the path of Christian perfection. Amen. 1 Our Father, 3 Hail Mary's 

    Third Salutation. At the intercession of St. Michael and the heavenly choir of the Thrones, may it please God to infuse into our hearts a true and earnest spirit of humility. Amen. 1 Our Father, 3 Hail Mary's 

    Fourth Salutation. At the intercession of St. Michael and the heavenly choir of the Dominations, may it please God to grant us the grace to have dominion over our senses and to correct our depraved passions. Amen.  1 Our Father, 3 Hail Mary's 

    Fifth Salutation. At the intercession of St. Michael and the heavenly choir of the Powers, may God vouchsafe to keep our souls from the wiles and temptations of the devil. Amen. 1 Our Father, 3 Hail Mary's 

    Sixth Salutation. At the intercession of St. Michael and the choir of the admirable, celestial Virtues, may Our Lord keep us from falling into temptations and deliver us from evil. Amen. 1 Our Father, 3 Hail Mary's 

    Seventh Salutation. At the intercession of St. Michael and the heavenly choir of the Principalities, may it please God to fill our hearts with the spirit of true and hearty obedience. Amen. 1 Our Father, 3 Hail Mary's 

    Eighth Salutation. At the intercession of St. Michael and the heavenly choir of Archangels, may it please God to grant us the gift of perseverance in the Faith and in all good works, that we may thereby be enabled to attain unto the glory of Paradise. Amen.
     1 Our Father, 3 Hail Mary's 
    Ninth Salutation. At the intercession of St. Michael and the heavenly choir of holy Angels, may God vouchsafe to grant that they may protect us during life, and after death may lead us into the everlasting glory of Heaven. Amen. 1 Our Father, 3 Hail Mary's 

    Then say the Our Father on each of the four remaining beads: the first in honor of St. Michael, the second in honor of St. Gabriel, the third in honor of St. Raphael, and the fourth in honor of your Guardian Angel. [4 Our Father’s altogether] 
    We end the chaplet as follows:

    St. Michael, glorious Prince, Chief and Champion of the Heavenly Host, guardian of the souls of men, conqueror of the rebel angels, steward of the palace of God under Jesus Christ, our worthy leader, endowed with superhuman excellence and virtue: free us from every ill, who with full confidence have recourse to thee; and by thine incomparable protection, enable us to make progress every day in the faithful service of our God. Amen. 
    V. Pray for us, most blessed Michael, Prince of the Church of Jesus Christ.
    R. That we may be made worthy of His promises.


    Let us pray.
    Almighty and eternal God, Who in Thine own marvelous goodness and pity didst, for the common salvation of men, choose the glorious Archangel Michael to be the Prince of Thy Church, make us worthy, we pray Thee, to be delivered by his beneficent protection from all our enemies, that at the hour of our death, none of them may approach to harm us; rather, grant that by the same Archangel Michael we may be introduced into the presence of Thy Most High and Divine Majesty. Through the merits of the same Jesus Christ Our Lord. Amen
    As a quick over

    "Let God arise, and let His enemies be scattered: and them that hate Him flee from before His Holy Face"  Psalm 67:2[/b]


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    Re: A Blessed Michaelmas To All
    « Reply #7 on: September 30, 2022, 12:43:03 AM »
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  • Saint Michael the Archangel


    Michael (Hebrew - Who is like God?) is one of the principal angels; his name was the war-cry of the good angels in the battle fought in heaven against the enemy and his followers, hence he is our powerful protector in the spiritual warfare we Christians are waging against the powers of darkness.


    Four times his name is recorded in Scripture:
    • Daniel 10:13, 21 - Gabriel says to Daniel, when he asks God to permit the Jєωs to return to Jerusalem: "The prince [The Guardian Angel] of the kingdom of the Persians resisted me . . . and, behold Michael, one of the chief princes, came to help me . . . and none is my helper in all these things, but Michael your prince [The guardian general of the church of God]."
    • Daniel 12; 1 - the Angel speaking of the end of the world and the Antichrist says: “But at that time shall Michael rise up, the great prince, who standeth for the children of thy people"
    • In the Epistle of St. Jude: "When Michael the Archangel, disputing with the devil, contended about the body of Moses", etc. St. Jude alludes to an ancient tradition of a dispute between Michael and Satan over the body of Moses, an account of which is also found in the apocryphal book on the assumption of Moses. St. Michael concealed the tomb of Moses; Satan, however, by disclosing it, tried to seduce the Jєωιѕн people to the sin of hero-worship.
    • Apocalypse 12:7, "And there was a great battle in heaven, Michael and his angels fought with the dragon." St. John speaks of the great conflict at the end of time, which reflects also the battle in heaven at the beginning of time.

    According to the Fathers there is often question of St. Michael in Scripture where his name is not mentioned. They say it was he:
    • who stood at the gate of paradise, "to keep the way of the tree of life" (Genesis 3:24);
    • through whom God published the Decalogue to his chosen people;
    • who stood in the way against Balaam (Numbers 22:22 sqq.);
    • who routed the army of Sennacherib (IV Kings 19:35).
    Following these Scriptural passages, Christian tradition gives to St. Michael four offices:
    • To fight against Satan.
    • To rescue the souls of the faithful from the power of the enemy, especially at the hour of death.
    • To be the champion of God's people, the Jєωs in the Old Law, the Christians in the New Testament; therefore he was the patron of the Church and of the orders of knights during the Middle Ages.
    • To call away from earth and bring men's souls to judgment.
    It would have been natural to St. Michael, the champion of the Israelites, to be the champion also of Christians, giving victory in war to his clients. The early Christians, however, gave the care of their sick to St. Michael. Well known is the apparition of St. Michael (a. 494 or 530-40), at his renowned sanctuary on Monte Gargano, where his original glory as patron in war was restored to him.

    In art St. Michael is represented as an angelic warrior, fully armed with helmet, sword, and shield (often the shield bears the Latin inscription: Quis ut Deus), standing over the dragon, whom he sometimes pierces with a lance. He also holds a pair of scales in which he weighs the souls of the departed, or the book of life, to show that he takes part in the judgment. His feast in the Middle Ages was celebrated as a holy day of obligation. Michaelmas Day, in England and other countries, is one of the regular quarter-days for settling rents and accounts; but it is no longer remarkable for the hospitality with which it was formerly celebrated. In some parishes (Isle of Skye) they had a procession on this day and baked a cake, called St. Michael's bannock.
    For those of you with a culinary bent (and an ability to improvise a little) here is a recipe: http://www.catholicculture.org/culture/liturgicalyear/recipes/view.cfm?id=1259
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    Saint Michael the Archangel, defend us in battle; be our protection against the wickedness and snares of the devil. May God rebuke him, we humbly pray: and do thou, O Prince of the heavenly host, by the power of God, thrust into hell Satan and all the evil spirits who prowl about the world seeking the ruin of souls.
    Amen.
    Help of Christians, guard our land from assault or inward stain,
    Let it be what God has planned, His new Eden where You reign.