Thank you for this, Denise. I had never heard of the legend of the woman and the candles. How lovely! The riches and traditions of our Catholic faith never cease to amaze me.
Our Catholic faith is so beautiful with its riches and traditions and so unlike the Protestant sect I grew up in. I thank God every day he led me into his true Church.
While not fortunate enough to be Catholic as a child I wondered what I would have thought of this feast.
And I certainly agree with what you wrote that every minute counts. Each moment is rife with the possibility of grace. Great things can suddenly happen in the odd little minutes we decide to give to God, whether they seem convenient or not. We must always be ready for God to work through us if He so chooses. St. Blaise teaches us that, and we remember it each year at the blessing of throats.
As I get older, the minutes fly by and I have found that all throughout the day I thank God for each moment and pray that whatever I am doing is pleasing to Him.
I love your little personal stories about kneeling at the altar waiting to get your throat at Christ the King church. we have a Christ the king church in our archdiocese too, a great name for a parish.
Thank you for this, Denise. I had never heard of the legend of the woman and the candles. How lovely! The riches and traditions of our Catholic faith never cease to amaze me.
Our Catholic faith is so beautiful with its riches and traditions and so unlike the Protestant sect I grew up in. I thank God every day he led me into his true Church.
While not fortunate enough to be Catholic as a child I wondered what I would have thought of this feast.
And I certainly agree with what you wrote that every minute counts. Each moment is rife with the possibility of grace. Great things can suddenly happen in the odd little minutes we decide to give to God, whether they seem convenient or not. We must always be ready for God to work through us if He so chooses. St. Blaise teaches us that, and we remember it each year at the blessing of throats.
As I get older, the minutes fly by and I have found that all throughout the day I thank God for each moment and pray that whatever I am doing is pleasing to Him.
I love your little personal stories about kneeling at the altar waiting to get your throat at Christ the King church. we have a Christ the king church in our archdiocese too, a great name for a parish.