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Celebrating Easter in New York City 1956 How Times have changed
IT WAS 1956 AND A DIFFERENT TIME IN AMERICA A BLESSED AND HAPPY EASTER TO ALL Read more
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Blessed Mariano—Before dying, He tended to the wounds of one of his executioners and helped a sick child.
By Larry Peterson His name was Mariano Mullerat I Soldevila, and he was born on March 24, 1897, in Tarragona, Spain. He was the sixth of seven children and his parents, Ramon Mullerat and his wife, Bonaventura, were devout Catholics. Mariano, was baptized on March 30, one week after his birth. Mariano showed great promise… Read more
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Mrs. Jamie Schmidt; Catholic Wife and Mom; Martyred “In Defensum Castitatis” in St. Louis, Missouri on November 19, 2018.
By Larry Peterson The Roman Martyrology of the Catholic Church has thousands of names on its pages. However, that huge book may need to find space for the very first American who was martyred on American soil for being Catholic and daring to defend her honor. Her name is Jamie Schmidt and… Read more
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How a child-housekeeper named Florentina, became Blessed Maria Ascension of the Sacred Heart
By Larry Peterson Florentina Nicol y Goni was born on March 14, 1868, in the town of Tafalla, in Navarre province, located in northern Spain near the French border. Her dad, Juan Nicol y Zalduendo, was as shopkeeper specializing in selling and repairing farming equipment. The families life changed dramatically when the lady of the… Read more
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Why do the Clergy wear Vestments during Mass and other Liturgical Celebrations?
By Larry Peterson The origins of wearing vestments at liturgical ceremonies date back to the Old Testament. The Old Testament practice of wearing special garb for religious events did influence the church. However, Christian vestments were not adaptions of the Old testament clothing but were more or less copied from the dress of the Roman-Graeco… Read more
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Family and Death—The common denominator that helps many move forward is FAITH.
By Larry Peterson I am the oldest of five, and my mom died when I was fifteen. My brothers were eleven, six, and two. My sister was twelve. Grandma lived with us and decided that dad had killed her daughter. Mom, who had just turned forty, had died of leukemia; so grandma was wrong. But… Read more
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