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March Gracelines

"You know, if you are bit by a chained dog, you can't blame the dog. If you put yourself in temptation and you fall you cannot blame anyone but yourself. The devil has been chained, but when you go live in his pen, you are risking eternity." Mother Angelica For Reflection: What has been my most recent fall through temptation? Did I place myself in the devil's pen? In what way? What resolution can I now make to prevent this fall from happening again?

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The Fertility of the Fiat

Here at Women of Grace® we L-O-V-E Our Lady.  She is the model whom we look to as THE woman of grace.  In fact Mary is at the core of our Foundational Study Full of Grace: Women and the Abundant Life.  What is it about Our Mother Mary that makes her the exemplar of what it means to be a disciple AND a woman of grace?  Today's Feast of the Annunciation highlights her greatest attribute, her complete and total "Yes" to God.  A passage from the book Full of Grace briefly summarizes the greatness of Mary's fiat and how we as women are to follow her example:

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March Gracelines

"Abandonment requires us to rest in Jesus in all the circumstances of our life, without exception, and it has its foundation in divine love." Father Hubert For Reflection: On a scale of 1 to 10, with 1 being "not abandoned at all" and 10 being "completely abandoned," how would I rate my abandonment to Jesus of my life's circumstances? What makes me hold on? What does this tell me about my understanding of divine love?

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March Gracelines

from Gethsemene Prone in Gethsemene upon His face, -- His eyelids closed, -- lay Christ of all our world, -- The winds with endless sorrows seemed enswirled; A little fountain murmured of its pain Reflecting the pale sickle of the moon; -- Then was the hour when the Angel brought From God's high throne the Cup of bitter horn, While on His hands tears trembling fell like rain. Before the Christ a cross arose on high; He saw His own young body hanging there Mangled, distorted; knotted ropes half-tear The sinews from their sockets; saw He nigh The jagged nails' hot rage, the direful Crown Upon His head, and every dripping thorn Red-laden, as in fury of its scorn The thunder battered all kind voices down. He heard the pattering drops, as from the cross A piteous sobbing whispered and grew still. Then Jesus sighed, and every pore did spill A bloody sweat --- Annette Von Droste- Hulshoff (1797-1848) For Reflection: Take this poem into your prayer time meditation as you consider the great gift of our redemption. How is Jesus speaking to me in it? 

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Fr. Corapi's Superiors and Bishop Respond to Allegations

By Susan Brinkmann, OCDS Staff Journalist

Fr. John Corapi's superior and bishop have both issued statements expressing regret that one of America's most popular priests has been put on administrative leave after a former employee accused him of misconduct.

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