The Lone Star Catholic (Austin, Tex.), Vol. 49, No. 13, Ed. 1 Sunday, July 24, 1960 Page: 16 of 24
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The Apostles9 Creed
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10. Forgiveness of sins
This week’s hymn
Irish Thanksgiving
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Modern manners. . •
Chat of the week
Practice safety
FATHER RAY GRIBBIN
Thanks be to Thee, a good and generous God.
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Thanks be to God for our sweet Virgin Mother,
Thanks be to God for becoming our Brother.
Thanks be to God for the wonders He has done.
Thanks be to God for His dear and only Son.
Thanks be to God for His goodness to me.
Thanks be to God now and in eternity.
Thanks be to God for His Body and His Blood,
Thanks be to God for this legacy of love.
Thanks be to God for His Sacred Heart benign.
Thanks be to God for this treasure Divine.
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Thanks be to God for my Angel Guardian
bright,
Thanks be to God morning, noon and night.
Thanks be to God at my work and at my
prayers,
Thanks be to God in my troubles and in my
cares.
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And when, lifeless, my poor heart
Shall lie under the green sod,
May my soul sing in Heaven:
Thanks be to God in all ages and all climes,
Thanks be to God one hundred thousand times.
Thanks be to God in my joy and in my sorrow.
Thanks be to God for today and for tomorrow.
Thanks be to God in my illness and my health,
Thanks be to God both in poverty and in
wealth.
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Thanks be to God-in my life and at my death,
Thanks be to God when drawing my last
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ON the first Easter evening, our risen Saviour said
to His frightened Apostles, “Peace be to you! As the
Father has sent me, so I also send you.” Then He breathed
• upon them, and said, “Receive the Holy Spirit; whose
sins you shall forgive, they are forgiven them; and whose
sins you shall retain, they are retained.”
Sin is the greatest evil in the world. It alone can
separate us from God and His love. It alone can destroy
real peace. God, knowing how easily we fall into evil,
provided a way for us to return to Him, to restore us to
His friendship. To His Apostles and the priests of His
Church for all ages, He gave the power to forgive sins.
He gave us the Sacrament of Penance.
In .this sacrament, sins committed after baptism are
forgiven, no matter how many or how great they may be.
Christ is present as the gentle healer of the sick soul in
confession. In His name and by His power, the priest
forgives our sins and brings peace to our souls. It is God
Himself who pardons us if we are truly sorry.—From
Sister Maria Giovanni’s teaching cards, “I Believe in
God.”
This week’s story
Surprise on horseback
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O FTEN we learn best by teaching.
Learning does not have to come out of books.
Experience is a great teacher. Talking and
listening to other people is a good way to share
information. There is a lesson to be learned
even from a baby!
For example, we learn by experience that
if we are good and kind and loving to a baby,
he will love us right back. If we are mean to
him, however, he will draw away from us and
cry. We can help the baby in many ways and
teach him many things, and in doing so we
can learn a great deal from him.
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Y OU would like my city. It is big. It is old. And A
it is interesting. The interesting things, I think, are the 7
docks, shipyards, steel mills, the many manufacturing I
plants, a wonderful library,’ some beautiful churches and
other things like that.
The old things are monuments and forts, some special I
streets and a few houses. As for being big, well, from
the house where my parents live to the seminary, where I
I went to school many years ago, it is 14 miles, right
across the city. I
But the most important thing about a city is its
people, and we have lots of people. In the morning it I
seems that a million of them are on the move, going to I
work. And in the evening they are all on the move again. I
There are people everywhere — more than 900,000 of I
them, according to the recent census.
Now, do you want to hear something terrible? Just I
suppose that during this year all of the automobile ac- I
cidents that are going to happen do happen, but they I
happen only in my city. All of the people who are going ■
to be killed are killed, but only in my city. By the end
of the year we would not have a single person left alive. I
Ours is the seventh largest city in the United States, I
and by the end of the year as many people as are in our 1
city will be killed by automobiles! I
It may seem that there is nothing much you can do ‘
about this. After all, you do not drive automobiles. Yet,
the truth is that you can do a lot to cut down the number
of accidents. You can stay out of the street and never,
never run into a street. You can be careful when riding
your bike. Obey the rules. Get out of the way of auto-
mobiles. If you make them get out of your way you may
easily cause them to hit someone else. You can also watch
over smaller children and keep them out of trouble, even
though they may not be your own brothers and sisters. |
Think about safety. Practice safety, all of the time. I
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as the next one, decided to find out what was
going on. Suddenly he turned his big head
around and looked at Isidra, sitting there in the
saddle. Nero’s big quizzically soft eyes were too
much for Isidra.
“Oh, Padre!” she screamed. “Hold him!
He’s going to run. Please don’t let him!”
Like a hero, Father Collins rushed to the
rescue and saved the fair lady by setting her
down again on firm ground. He couldn’t re-
sist the temptation to tease Isidra a little about
her idea that she could ride as well as her
brother.
Isidra bit her lip. But in a jiffy she was
grinning again as she retorted, “Well I can,
Padre. I can ride a horse as well as Pancho,
especially when the horse isn’t moving.”
Father Collins suggests that listeners put a
little salt on what anyone tries to tell them
about the Indians having no sense of humor.
It’s their humor and their deep faith that pull
them through a hard life.
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I heard a child ask,
“Mommy, who awakens the day?”
I heard the mother say,
“The Angels, who guard the Milky
Way.”
—Mary Pawlek
Chicago, Ill. .
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E ven after years have passed, Father
Francis W. Collins still remembers his first
visit to Nocacab, a small village lost in the
backwoods country of Middle America. No
visit to this village is complete without a for-
mal call on Don Pablo, the chief of Nocacab.
Isidra, the chief’s youngest daughter, is a
cute little miss. Father Collins grinned as she
came up to him just as he was about to get
back on his horse for the return trip. She got
down to brass tacks at once, letting him know
what was on her mind. She kept eyeing his
horse as she went into a song and dance about
how she could ride a horse as well as her
brother could.
“Isidra, what you say may be true,” Father
Collins remarked. “But remember, your
brother is fifteen years old and you are only
eight. Do you mean to tell me that you, a tiny
girl, can ride a horse as well as Pancho, that
big brother of yours?”
In her high, piping voice, Isidra insisted,
“I can so!”
There was nothing to do. but go along with
her. Father Collins lifted her up to Nero’s
saddle. That’s exactly what she was hoping
he’d do.
Horses as a rule in that area are small;
one doesn’t find many as big as Father Collin’s
Nero. When Isidra almost melted into what
for her was a huge saddle, she realized that it
was the first time she had ever been so high
up in the air. She didn’t like the idea and be-
gan to look just a little frightened.
It was a new experience, too, for Nero.
Never before had he had anything so light on
his back;, his back was braced for the weight
of Father Collins. Nero, being just as curious
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Francis, Dale. The Lone Star Catholic (Austin, Tex.), Vol. 49, No. 13, Ed. 1 Sunday, July 24, 1960, newspaper, July 24, 1960; Austin, Texas. (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth1528576/m1/16/?q=a+message+about+food+from+the+president: accessed July 17, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu; crediting St. Edward’s University.