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|Lillia M. Fisher||Pauline Books and Media||ePub|
War cries and fierce drumbeats filled the air. The Mohawk warriors had scored another victory, this time over their old enemy, the Algonquins (al-GON-kwins). Caught off guard by the surprise attack, many men were killed. The Algonquin women and children found themselves at the mercy of their enemies.
The warriors led their captives through forests and over lakes, along the trail from the wide St. Lawrence River into the valley of the Mohawks, a two hundred mile trip on foot.
As they traveled, Tsaniton-gowa (dzanee-do-GO-wa), chief of the tribe’s Turtle Clan, could not help but notice Kahontake (guh-hoo-DAHG-ay), one of the young Algonquin women. He watched with both wonder and respect as she volunteered to carry the heaviest burdens for the older women as they grew tired. This woman was different from the others, and because of that difference she was fast winning the chief’s heart. Tsaniton-gowa did not know that she had learned about the one true God from Jesuit missionary priests. He did not know that Kahontake was Catholic.See All Chapters
|Susan Hellen Wallace, Sr. FSP||Pauline Books and Media||ePub|
The trial to grant King Henry an annulment had failed. Cardinal Wolsey was white with fear. Everyone knew that this had been a kind of trial for him, too—a test of his influence and power. On October 9, 1530, the king removed Wolsey from service as Lord Chancellor. The news spread quickly. Church laws had been upheld in the matter of the king’s marriage. The king, however, had been bitterly disappointed.
As the representative of the Church of Jesus Christ, it was Cardinal Wolsey’s duty to stand up for the law of the Church. But to do this now, in defiance of King Henry, would mean prison and death. Somewhere along the line, Wolsey had chosen to be more loyal to the king than to his faith. He had become very attached to the power and riches he enjoyed as a result of those choices. This choice would be no different from those that had brought Wolsy to this point. The aging cardinal threw himself on his knees before Henry. “I beg you, Sire,” he pleaded. “Give me a second chance. I am sure we can come to a satisfactory agreement about your problem.”See All Chapters
|Josephine Nobisso||Pauline Books and Media||ePub|
Princess Papantzin, who had fallen into a coma, was accidentally buried alive in 1505. That was thirteen years after Christopher Columbus had landed in another part of the New World. At that time, the Aztecs of ancient Mexico were still waiting to learn whether any of the many gods they worshipped was the true one. “Perhaps,” their priests told each other, “he will be a god we have failed to acknowledge!”
Another prophecy, based on the Aztec calendar, foretold: “The hour for gaining knowledge of the one true God will come soon. It will be a time that is both happy and sad, for that hour will also mark the end of our great Aztec culture.” Although tremendous changes and upheavals were expected, Emperor Montezuma and the Aztecs looked forward to them. “If a nation becomes friends with the one true God,” they told each other, “it can petition him for all its needs. It will then have security, and its people can live in peace.”
Along with their many shrines dedicated to the gods of nature, the Aztecs had erected a great shrine reserved for the true God whom they did not yet know. They called him “the God through whom everything lives.” But on the pedestal of that vacant temple, no figure or graven image had ever been placed. “No one knows whom to honor there,” the Aztecs said when they passed it.See All Chapters
|Marianne Lorraine Trouv Fsp||Pauline Books and Media||ePub|
Brother Sun, Sister Death
One day in the spring of 1225, Clare sat at a spinning wheel in the convent.
Sister Filippa came into the room. “Clare, are you making more altar linens?” she asked.
“Not right now, Filippa,” Clare replied. “I’m going to make some special slippers for Brother Francis.”
“Why does he need slippers?” Filippa asked. “He’s always gone barefoot.”
“Yes,” Clare replied, “but now his feet often hurt him. Last summer he was praying on Mount Alverna, thinking about the Passion of Jesus. While he was deep in prayer, the Lord gave him a special grace. The wound marks of the crucified Jesus appeared on Francis’s body—on his hands, feet, and side. The wounds are called the stigmata.”
While she was talking, Clare’s fingers were busily spinning the thread. Now she finished and stood up. “Please call the other sisters, Filippa,” she asked. “I have some news to tell everyone.”
The sisters soon gathered. Clare began to speak. “I have some good news to share with you. Brother Francis will be staying near us at San Damiano for a while.”See All Chapters
|Anne Eileen Heffernan Fsp||Pauline Books and Media||ePub|
Autumn was at its peak. The elderly monk could feel its twinge in his bones. The trees were still too thick with leaves for him to see what was going on in the valley below, but Columban knew that his monks were there. Today they would be working in the vineyards and olive groves, getting ready for the days of icy winds and swirling snows that would soon be coming. There wouldn’t be much food this winter, but the monks fasted so often that their supplies were sure to last until spring.
How are the other monasteries, those beyond Italy, doing? the old man wondered. He thought of each one, hundreds of miles to the northwest, hidden among the forested mountains of Gaul. It had been years since he had seen them. The monk pondered his memories in silence, and then turned back into his cave. During the past two years he had spent many hours at prayer in this retreat. Now he felt he would soon leave the cave for good.
Columban had lived a long and active life. He thought back over the years to his youthful days in distant Ireland, the land of his birth. He remembered how difficult it had been to leave home. In his imagination, he heard again his mother’s tearful voice begging him not to go. He relived his journey to the island of Cluain, where he had continued his studies of Latin and Scripture at the monastery. Then he had decided to become a monk himself—a decision that had changed the course of his life.See All Chapters
|Robert Bruce Thompson||Maker Media, Inc||ePub|
Youll need the following items to complete this lab session. (The standard kit for this book, available from www.thehomescientist.com, includes the items listed in the first group.)
Fertilizer, nitrogen-free (concentrate A)
Fertilizer, nitrogen-free (concentrate B)
Fertilizer, nitrogen-free (concentrate C)
Graduated cylinder, 10 mL
Ruler, mm scale
Seeds, bush lima bean
Chlorine laundry bleach
Foam cups, 16 oz./500 mL
Lamp, fluorescent plant (optional)
Plastic wrap (Saran or similar)
Soft drink bottle, 2-liter
Vermiculite (or other sterile growth medium)
If you purchase materials separately rather than using the kit, make sure to obtain a rhizobia culture that is suitable for lima beans. Rhizobia is available in many variants, each of which is specific to a particular plant or range of plants. For example, rhizobia that is suitable for alfalfa or clover does not work for lima beans, and vice versa. Rhizobia cultures sold in lawn and garden stores may contain a mixture of many rhizobia variants that works with several plants. Read the label.See All Chapters
|James Whitcomb Riley||Indiana University Press||ePub|
LAWZY! don’t I rickollect
That-’air old swing in the lane!
Right and proper, I expect,
Old times can’t come back again;
But I want to state, ef they
Could come back, and I could say
What my pick ’ud be, i jing!
I’d say, Gimme the old swing
’Nunder the old locus’-trees
On the old place, ef you please!—
Danglin’ there with half-shet eye,
Waitin’ fer the cat to die!
I’d say, Gimme the old gang
Of barefooted, hungry, lean,
Ornry boys you want to hang
When you’re growed up twic’t as mean!
The old gyarden-patch, the old
Truants, and the stuff we stol’d!
The old stompin’-groun’, where we
Wore the grass off, wild and free
As the swoop of the old swing,
Where we ust to climb and cling,
And twist roun’, and fight, and lie—
Waitin’ fer the cat to die!
’Pears like I ’most allus could
Swing the highest of the crowd—
Jes sail up there tel I stoodSee All Chapters
|Elliott Quinley||Saddleback Educational Publishing|
Basic Skills Practice
Prewriting: Audience Viewpoint
Before you begin to write, spend some time thinking about your audience. Why? The more you know about your target audience, the more effective your message will be.
Be aware that different audiences have different experiences, beliefs, and opinions.
Their viewpoints are often based on different fears, wants, and needs.
A. Here’s a chance to show what you already know about differences among audiences. Circle the word that correctly completes each sentence.
1. Ads for ( arthritis / acne ) medicine are usually targeted to teenagers.
2. Gun control is a primary interest of ( police officers / big business owners ).
3. ( Security / Popularity ) is a major concern of senior citizens.
4. ( Adults / Teenagers ) are more likely to object to loud music.
5. ( Merchandisers / Minorities ) would probably support a candidate who fights against prejudice.
6. ( Army generals / Pacificists ) usually believe that nuclear weapons should be banned.
B. Write a letter to match each audience in column one with its probable viewpoint in column two.See All Chapters
|Patricia Edward Jablonski Fsp||Pauline Books and Media||ePub|
The Final Journey
Christmas Day in 1936 fell on a Friday. Two brothers smiled as they passed a Christmas crèche in the monastery. Brother André was kneeling before the nativity scene like one of the unmoving statues. “I knew we’d find André here,” one whispered. “He just loves thinking about the birth of Jesus.”
During the last year of his life, André was only able to meet pilgrims in his office on Wednesday and Sundays. But on the day after Christmas, he drove with a friend to visit a sick person in the nearby town of Saint-Laurent. It was snowing and the roads were slick. As his driver, Joseph Pichette, passed by Our Lady of Hope Hospital, the car suddenly skidded toward the building. “Let’s not drive into the hospital, Pichette,” André joked. “The Sisters would be surprised to see us come in that way!”
“I’m sure that if we would let them know we were coming, they’d open the doors very wide to welcome you,” Mr. Pichette replied.
André laughed and then grew thoughtful. “I’ve noticed how good and caring the Sisters at that hospital are. It’s a very peaceful place. You know, Pichette, I think it would be nice to die there.”See All Chapters
|Susan Hellen Wallace, Sr. FSP||Pauline Books and Media||ePub|
King Henry was not satisfied with Parliament’s passage of the Act of Succession. So, he established a commission that would require all bishops, priests, and deacons, as well as more important government officials to proclaim their agreement with the Act of Succession. These same leaders were also required to take an Oath of Supremacy, which recognized the king—and not the Pope—as the head of the Roman Catholic Church in England. By taking the Oath of Supremacy, churchmen and government leaders renounced their union with the Pope and declared that he had no more power than any ordinary bishop did.
On April 12, 1534, Sir Thomas was summoned to appear before the king’s commission. He knew that he would be asked to take the dreaded oath. He also knew that he could not compromise his faith in good conscience. Thomas prayed. I am in your hands, my Lord. This moment has been a long time in coming, but I knew it would come. You, Lord, know my weakness well. Be with me!
That morning Thomas prepared himself by going to Mass and receiving Holy Communion. It was difficult for him to say goodbye to his family that day. He alone knew that he might never see them again as a free man. Lady Alice and the rest of the More family had no idea how dire the situation was. Only Meg did. The sadness she saw etched on her father’s face caused a stream of silent tears to slip down her cheeks.See All Chapters
|Susan Tan||Pauline Books and Media||ePub|
A light rain was falling that Wednesday morning, September 27. The pageantry of a public execution usually began early in the day and intensified by midmorning, when the greatest numbers of people were out and about in the streets. The official announcements had been posted throughout the city since Sunday, the day Father Antonio had died.
The announcement read: “Shogun Iemitsu, through his governors Sakakibara Hida and Baba Saburozayemon, has ordered the execution of these insane men, who dared to preach a foreign principle that is against the law of the land. These men are therefore scoundrels and criminals and should be exterminated without mercy.” A caveat followed: “Let this execution be a warning to all others who will follow them and believe in their principles.”
When Jomei arrived to release them from their cells, it was clear to Lorenzo that beneath the samurai’s calm exterior was a discomfort approaching grief. A strange impulse to reach out to him stirred in Lorenzo’s heart. “Faith and life are inseparable for me,” Lorenzo said quietly to Jomei. “Life without faith would have been a life without any value. You are taking nothing from me.”See All Chapters
|Marlyn Sr. Monge||Pauline Books and Media||ePub|
Después de su recuperación, Jorge decidió cambiar de seminario y asistir al de los Jesuitas. Los Jesuitas son miembros de la Compañía de Jesús, una comunidad religiosa fundada por San Ignacio de Loyola y sus compañeros en 1534.
A Jorge le gustaban los Jesuitas por su fuerte compromiso con la Iglesia y su trabajo misionero. También le atraía la idea de ser como un soldado para Cristo. Los Jesuitas son conocidos por su nivel de educación y por su labor en ámbitos muy diversos. ¡Algunos incluso son científicos, médicos, profesores o abogados!
—Llegar a ser un sacerdote Jesuita es un proceso largo, Jorge—le dijo el maestro de novicios—. Mi trabajo es ayudarte a aprender a vivir como un Jesuita. Pasarán casi diez años antes de que puedas profesar perpetuamente como sacerdote en la Compañía de Jesús.
—Entonces debemos comenzar de inmediato, Padre—contestó Jorge.
Convencido de que estaba siguiendo el plan que Dios tenía para su vida, Jorge esperaba con interés el camino que comenzaba. También estaba feliz de tener la oportunidad de estudiar más y seguir creciendo espiritualmente.See All Chapters
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|Marylou Andes Msc||Pauline Books and Media||ePub|
As Mother Cabrini stood on the hill watching the sun set over the Hudson River, her heart stirred within her. “Cecchina,” she seemed to hear Father Dedé saying once more, “if you really want to be a missionary, then become one!”
Although Mother had been sent to work with the Italian immigrants in America, she never set limits to the generosity of her heart or her desire to share the love of Jesus. She reached out to anyone who needed her help. News of the Missionary Sisters and their work eventually echoed to far distant lands. Mother Cabrini began receiving letters and telegrams from bishops around the world asking her to send sisters to their dioceses. The needs were great, and Mother, urged on by the love of God, longed to meet them all. “Work my daughters,” she urged her sisters, “for you have eternity to rest.”
As the foundress of the Missionary Sisters of the Sacred Heart of Jesus, Mother Cabrini would often visit the missions where her sisters lived and labored. From the coal mines of Pennsylvania, to New Orleans’ neighborhoods ravaged by yellow fever, from the silver mines of Colorado, to death row cells in New York State’s Sing Sing Prison, Mother Cabrini and her sisters brought the love of God and his mercy. She crossed the ocean twenty-five times, establishing a total of sixty-seven missions spread over North and South America and Europe. During Mother’s lifetime, she and her sisters overcame many difficulties in opening hospitals, orphanages, and schools throughout Italy and the United States and in England, France, Spain, Nicaragua, Brazil, and Argentina.See All Chapters