my past, my present and my future, and all my abilities and talents. I want to grow with you like Jesus did. Let everything in me praise the Lord with you. And from now on, let my soul sing for joy for

Lady, keeps us safe from all fears Wrapped in her mantle, we're kept safe and warm She leads us to Jesus, so He can transform Us into His image, the likeness of Him To bring light into this world darkened

Fusco (1885) May Your Immaculate Steps Open the Way of Purity and Peace! O Mary, Immaculate Mother of Jesus, my tender Mother, Queen of the Holy Rosary, you who lowered yourself and chose the sad Pompeii Valley

is how she acted when the angel said to her: "Look! You are to conceive a son, and must call him Jesus. He will be great and will be called Son of the Most High" (Lk 1:31). (...) Mary said to the angel

Diocese of Pontoise and Edmond secured the help of the Congregation of the Servants of Jesus and Mary (Serviteurs de Jésus et de Marie) founded by Father Lamy at Ourscamps in the Oise. All he needed now was

the face and hands of the Blessed Virgin and the entire Child Jesus from solid ivory. The features of Our Lady’s face and the Child Jesus’ face reflect the sculptor’s ethnicity. Governor Dasmarinas loved

Mary of Bethany, Jesus' friends, had to flee Palestine by sea and took refuge on the Gallic shore, in Provence (France), probably at least a decade after the Passion and Resurrection of Jesus. In the boat

regal. Her natural and supernatural distinction was already enough to beautify humanity. Of course, Jesus increased this radiance and took our justification far beyond the level to which his Mother had raised [...] considerations, let us stop thinking that the Virgin did nothing remarkable before the coming of Jesus! What she did was simply to put the infinity of grace into the finite things of everyday life. Jean-Michel

present to me and brings the Child Jesus. Gazing upon the image of Charity instructs us in both the Incarnation and the Passion of her Son. She holds the infant Jesus under her heart in one hand and the

" He was so poorly versed in religion that he didn't know who the Blessed Mother was. "I thought Jesus was like Santa Claus," he recalled. "I was a blank slate." Looking at more of the pictures, he saw [...] consumed it. And I said to myself, 'That is true. Everything in that book is true.' She was saying that Jesus was God, and I thought, anything she says is true. She seemed so beautiful and flawless. She captivated [...] delivered the homily as forty other priests joined him on the altar. "All I knew was that I loved Jesus," he said. "I loved every minute of Medjugorje... It's the edge of Heaven, wonderful." At the seminary