MARY, CHRIST AND THE MASS

MARY'S JOY

POWER OF THE MOTHER OF GOD

JESUS GAVE THE KEYS OF THE KINGDOM TO PETER......
HE GAVE TO HIS MOTHER THE KEYS TO HIS HEART

MARY'S WORDS...HAVE FAITH IN THEM

Listen, put it into your heart, most little of my sons:
let nothing frighten or grieve you,
let not your heart be disturbed,
do not fear any sickness or anguish.
Am I not here, who am your Mother?
Are you not under my protection?
Am I not your health?
Are you not happily within the folds of my mantle, held safely in my arms?
Do you need anything more?
Let nothing else worry you or disturb you.

Words of Our Lady of Guadalupe to St. Juan Diego

REFUGE OF SINNERS

Mary was raised to the dignity of Mother of God rather for sinners than for the just, since Jesus Christ declares that he came to call not the just, but sinners. ~St. Anselm

THE DEVIL'S PLAN

St. Theresa, Co-Cathedral, Honolulu

"When the devil wishes to make himself master of a soul, he seeks to make it give up devotion to Mary." - St. Alphonsus di Liguori

SHORT PRAYER TO OUR MOTHER

Pray for us, O holy Mother of God. 

That we may be made worthy of the promises of Christ.

FAITH IN MARY THE MOTHER OF GOD

"In trial or difficulty I have recourse to Mother Mary, whose glance alone is enough to dissipate every fear."
— Saint Thérèse of the Child Jesus and the Holy Face

SALUTATION TO THE BLESSED VIRGIN MARY

MARY MOTHER OF THE EUCHARIST

Mary, Mother of the Eucharist -  She is the first tabernacle. 

THE TRIUMPH OF MARY

WE NEED MARY, THE HOLY MOTHER OF GOD

We who are so fearful of pain, so afraid of the cross, so eager to be cross-less Christians, how desperately we need you, Mary of Golgotha, Mary of the Pieta.

– Servant of God Catherine Doherty

THE GREATNESS OF MARY

Maria SS. dell'AiutoThe statue of Our Lady of Help in Roccafiorita, Sicily

"Him whom the heavens cannot contain, the womb of one woman bore." St. Augustine

MARY THE FIRST CARRIER OF GOD'S LOVE

“Our Lady was the first ‘carrier’ of God’s love to the world, for on receiving the Word of God, Jesus, she went in haste to bring Him to others.  It was to her that Mother Teresa turned, entreating her help to fulfill her own call to bring the light of God’s love to the poorest of the  poor.    The  prayer  she  composed  well  expresses  her sentiments:  'Mary, my dearest Mother, give me your heart so beautiful, so pure, so immaculate, your heart so full of love and humility, that I may be able to receive Jesus in the Bread of Life, love Him as you loved Him and serve Him in the distressing disguise of the poorest of the poor.’”

PLEA TO MY CELESTIAL MOTHER

I am no saint. But I want to be one.

MARY OUR PROTECTRESS

MY HOPE

In Christ alone, my hope is found.

In Mary, His mother, my requests land on fertile ground.

With her love, for all her Son’s people

She brings to Him, the pleas of all the feeble.

She brings to Him our requests that find favor

And asks that He grant them for all who labor

Here on earth seeking heaven’s gates

Guarded by Peter, founder of the Church, Earth seems to hate.

In MARY alone I find Jesus Christ, incarnate.

In MARY’S womb alone I find God made flesh.

In MARY’S heart alone I find the sword of Simeon’s prophecy.

In MARY’S soul alone, I find the Mother and Nurturer and Bearer and Lover of Jesus Christ, who is GOD.

I’d say there is much hope to be found in Mary, because God willed Himself to be found in Her from all eternity, and She said yes.

LOVE FOR MARY

Love our Lady. And she will obtain abundant grace to help you conquer in your daily struggle.
— 
St. Josemaria EscrivA

MARY QUEEN OF HEAVEN

INVOKE MARY IN THE TIMES OF TEMPTATIONS

Invocation of Mary in Time of Temptations 

HASTE, my Mother, run to help me;  
Mother, haste, do not delay; 
See from Hell the envious serpent 
Comes my trembling soul to slay.

Ah! his very look affrights me, 
And his cruel rage I fear; 
Whither fly, if he attacks me? 
See him, see him coming near!

Lo! I faint away with terror, 
For if yet thou dost delay, 
He will dart at me his venom; 
Then, alas! I am his prey.

Cries and tears have nought availed me,  
Spite of all I see him there; 
Saints I call till I am weary. 
Still he stands with threatening air.

Now his mighty jaws are open, 
And his forked tongue I see; 
Ah! he coils to spring upon me 
Mother! hasten, make him flee.

Mary! yes, the name of Mary 
Strikes with dread my cruel foe;  
Straight he flees as from the sunbeam 
Swiftly melts the winter’s snow.

Now he’s gone; but do thou ever 
Stay beside me, Mother dear; 
Then the hellish fiend to tempt me 
Never more will venture near.

St. Alphonsus Liguori