Her life as life does air. If I have understood, She holds high motherhood Towards all our ghostly good And plays in grace her part About man's beating heart, Laying, like airs fine flood, The deathdance

Verdelais: fathers, mothers, travelers, hikers, choirs, families, and several religious communities (Good Shepherd, Christ the Redeemer, etc.). In addition to a great number of pilgrims and visitors, the

ordered to obtaining a “civilization of love”. These principles include a reflection on the common good, the principle of solidarity, the fundamental values of social life, and the path of charity. In the

conditions to do the consecration are: being 18 years old, baptized and confirmed, being willing to lead a good Christian life with Mary’s guidance, and committing to attend the three preparation courses. On the

She retained her hope in the fulfilment of the messianic work and steadfastly, after the darkness of Good Friday, awaited the morning of the Resurrection. On their difficult path through history, between

God, without being hindered therein by sensuality or the devil. This was a great happiness and a good chance for me; for, when the faculties had been perfectly annihilated and calmed, together with the

in my life was exactly the best thing which could possibly happen. I knew that everything I did—for good or for bad—mattered and was weighed in the scales. I knew that we lived forever, and knew that Heaven

guardian and our Savior, the tender and merciful God. Direct our thoughts and our acts toward life and goodness. Blessed are you, Lord, who bestow upon us, your people Israel, upon Jerusalem and upon all nations

received a new message "Fire will fall from the sky and will wipe out a great part of humanity, the good as well as the bad, sparing neither priests nor faithful. [...].The only arms which will remain for

Father, without a mother in heaven, without a father is born of you on earth today; A star brings the good news to the Magi, While the shepherds join the Angels In singing your pure childbearing, O Virgin