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Power of the Saints

THE LITANY OF THE SAINTS

Catechism of the Catholic Church 2683:

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙚𝙙𝙚𝙙 𝙪𝙨 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙙𝙤𝙢, 𝙚𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙤𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝘾𝙝𝙪𝙧𝙘𝙝 𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙜𝙣𝙞𝙯𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙨 𝙨𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙨, 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙤𝙛 𝙥𝙧𝙖𝙮𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙚𝙭𝙖𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙨, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙥𝙧𝙖𝙮𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙤𝙙𝙖𝙮. 𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙂𝙤𝙙, 𝙥𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙨𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙤𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙡𝙚𝙛𝙩 𝙤𝙣 𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙝. 𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙟𝙤𝙮 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧, 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 "𝙥𝙪𝙩 𝙞𝙣 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙜𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨." 𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙘𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙢𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙚𝙭𝙖𝙡𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙞𝙘𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙂𝙤𝙙'𝙨 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙣. 𝙒𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙖𝙨𝙠 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙩𝙤 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙘𝙚𝙙𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙪𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙.

We are surrounded by a great cloud of witnesses (Hebrews 12:1) who are in heaven praising God and eager to pray for you. All you need to do is ask them to pray on your behalf. Pray, therefore, the Litany of Saints to benefit from their intercession for your physical and spiritual protection.

LITANY OF THE SAINTS

(4-min to pray)

P: Lord, have mercy.

All: Lord, have mercy.

P: Christ, have mercy.

All: Christ, have mercy.

P: Lord, have mercy.

All: Lord, have mercy.

P: Christ, hear us.

All: Christ, graciously hear us.

P: God, the Father in heaven.

All: Have mercy on us.

P: God, the Son, Redeemer of the world.

All: Have mercy on us.

P: God, the Holy Spirit.

All: Have mercy on us.

P: Holy Trinity, one God.

All: Have mercy on us.

Holy Mary, pray for us, (After each invocation: "Pray for us.")

Holy Mother of God,

Holy Virgin of virgins,

St. Michael,

St. Gabriel,

St. Raphael,

All holy angels and archangels,

All holy orders of blessed spirits,

St. John the Baptist,

St. Joseph,

All holy patriarchs and prophets,

St. Peter,

St. Paul,

St. Andrew,

St. James,

St. John,

St. Thomas,

St. James,

St. Philip,

St. Bartholomew,

St. Matthew,

St. Simon,

St. Thaddeus,

St. Matthias,

St. Barnabas,

St. Luke,

St. Mark,

All holy apostles and evangelists,

All holy disciples of the Lord,

St. Stephen,

St. Lawrence,

St. Vincent,

SS. Fabian and Sebastian,

SS. John and Paul,

SS. Cosmas and Damian,

SS. Gervase and Protase,

All holy martyrs,

All holy Innocents,

St. Sylvester,

St. Gregory,

St. Ambrose,

St. Augustine,

St. Jerome,

St. Martin,

St. Nicholas,

All holy bishops and confessors,

All holy doctors,

St. Anthony,

St. Benedict,

St. Bernard,

St. Dominic,

St. Francis,

All holy priests and Levites,

All holy monks and hermits,

St. Mary Magdalen,

St. Agatha,

St. Lucy,

St. Agnes,

St. Cecilia,

St. Catherine,

St. Anastasia,

All holy virgins and widows,

P: All holy saints of God,

All: Intercede for us.

P: Be merciful,

All: Spare us, O Lord.

P: Be merciful,

All: Graciously hear us, O Lord.

From all evil, deliver us, O Lord. (After each invocation: "Deliver us, O Lord.")

From all sin,

From your wrath,

From sudden and unprovided death,

From the snares of the devil,

From anger, hatred, and all ill will,

From all lewdness,

From lightning and tempest,

From the scourge of earthquakes,

From plague, famine, and war,

From everlasting death,

By the mystery of your holy incarnation,

By your coming,

By your birth,

By your baptism and holy fasting,

By your cross and passion,

By your death and burial,

By your holy resurrection,

By your wondrous ascension,

By the coming of the Holy Spirit, the Advocate,

On the day of judgment,

P: We sinners,

All: We beg you to hear us.

That you spare us, (After each invocation: "We beg you to hear us.")

That you pardon us,

That you bring us to true penance,

That you govern and preserve your holy Church,

That you preserve our Holy Father and all ranks in the Church in holy religion,

That you humble the enemies of holy Church,

That you give peace and true concord to all Christian rulers,

That you give peace and unity to the whole Christian world,

That you restore to the unity of the Church all who have strayed from the truth, and lead all unbelievers to the light of the Gospel,

That you confirm and preserve us in your holy service,

That you lift up our minds to heavenly desires,

That you grant everlasting blessings to all our benefactors,

That you deliver our souls and the souls of our brethren, relatives, and benefactors from everlasting damnation,

That you give and preserve the fruits of the earth,

That you grant eternal rest to all the faithful departed,

That you graciously hear us,

P: Lamb of God, who take away the sins of the world,

All: Spare us, O Lord.

P: Lamb of God, who take away the sins of the world,

All: Graciously hear us, O Lord.

P: Lamb of God, who take away the sins of the world,

All: Have mercy on us.

P: Christ, hear us.

All: Christ, graciously hear us.

P: Lord, have mercy.

All: Christ, have mercy.

P: Lord, have mercy.

Our Father …

P: And lead us not into temptation.

All: But deliver us from evil.

[gratiae-mirabilia]

noticed today that St. Joseph is stepping on a book. has anyone seen this imagery before or know what it means?

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Litany Of The Saints best version EWTN CHOIR

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“one scene” 🥺🥺 🤝 one fear 🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠

if you listen really carefully you can hear me shaking like a tiny beetle with a sword facing down a lawnmower 🥺🪲🗡️😭😭😭

Oh my sweet friend, do not be afraid, it's just a *checks word count* 1.2 k little scene. But, you are so brave in the face of the one fear. I hope you enjoy whatever this is. It's got your favorites, love you.

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“Bea,” Shannon starts. It’s the first time she’s spoken since she settled next to Beatrice. Knee bumping into her shoulder as she adjusts. A whisper breaking the silence that had been filled with hushed supplications.

Beatrice’s fingers ache as rosary beads work themselves through pinched fingers. They’re cool beneath skin, solid beneath callouses, heavy as they drag with each Hail Mary. Lips wrapped around words, praise that she couldn’t remember learning yet mutters all the same. There will be bruises, and she knows that. Blossoming across her knees from where she kneels and knuckles where she clutches the rosary. She doesn’t care.

Polished oak creaks as Shannon shifts her weight. Heat growing prominent from the movement, a constant rolling heat that Beatrice had begun to associate with her from their first moments. A fire capable of consuming.

“Bea,” there’s steel in her voice now, not harsh nor chastising, but it’s there. Her hand warm as it wraps around Beatrice’s clasped hands, “Beatrice, that’s enough.”

It’s the formality that causes her to stop, not the words. The sudden shock of her name, of vocal chords dipped in steel. Shannon’s fingers twitch where they rest against blood-soaked hands. A few flecks of dried blood breaking free, floating to the wood beneath them, disappearing into the darkness. Dried blood cracks as Beatrice finally opens her eyes. Their hands are cascaded in the soft yellow lights, darkening the maroon blood coating her fingers. Deep blue beads catch the soft glow of artificial candlelight.

“I’m sorry,” Shannon whispers, barely audible over the sound of the heater buzzing above them.

“No.”

There’s a sigh of resignation that emerges from her chest, and Beatrice watches her shadow become distorted—passing over pews, stopping just before the steps to the small altar. Feels the weight of Shannon sliding onto the kneeler, air escaping in protest. Watches as she removes her hand, makes the sign of the cross with her precision, and there’s silence.

Familiarity seeps in and sinks beneath cutaneous tissue and tendons and sinew. Settles against her bones, filters into marrow to be circulated through her body again. Kneeling, fingers held high with bowed head. Beatrice couldn’t count the amount of she had done this, with her parents, the bordering school. It had been months since she had stepped foot in a church, taken communion, confessed. Her communion, her refugee, currently lay sprawled out in a hospital bed.

“I’m sorry.”

“Shan, please,” Beatrice breathes, gentle and heavy, and it sits strangely in her mouth. It’s wrong. Wrong to consciously speak after relying on muscle memory, on scriptures and prayers cemented in her head.

Her eyes flicker up, meeting the clock held aloft by a long-forgotten string. 2100, just over two hours.

“Beatrice,” it’s a plea and a command wrapped into one, “look at me.”

Reluctantly, Beatrice turns her attention towards the woman beside her. Takes in the black sweatshirt emblazoned with a small halo in the right corner, the way it sags around the shoulders, clearly made to accommodate border shoulders. Trapezius and deltoids, she reminds herself. It’s Mary’s, of course, it’s Mary’s. The smaller hairs that had escaped her braid framing her head. There’s desperation in her eyes underneath dark circles; it is nothing like the Shannon that Beatrice knows.

“Shan-.”

Shannon’s hands unfold from where they rest against the back of a pew, one gripping onto wood, the other closing the gap between them. Her fingers resting over bone and cartilage.

“No, you don’t get to Shan me, not right now,” Shannon says, the steel sneaking back into her voice, “you only get to listen to me and that’s it, do you understand?”

Beatrice nods, because she is nothing but obedient, and it’s Shannon who sits next to her. Her fingers start to unlace hers, gently unwrapping taunt fingers. Allowing the beads to drop, dangle and reflect golden light across the curve of Shannon’s jaw.

“We didn’t know where you went, didn’t know if you were alive or not. You could’ve been dead or bleeding out somewhere,” she pauses, gently lifting the rosary from Beatrice’s hand. “And, when we found you, you blatantly ignored me,” Shannon’s fingers land on the curve of her jaw, her thumb brushing back one of the fallen strands. “Beatrice, you’re supposed to be the smart one.”

“I know,” Beatrice replies, and it’s smaller than she’d like.

“No, I don’t think you do because if you did, you would’ve stayed with us or at least told one of us where you’d go,” there’s a softness to her voice, a slight uptick of her lips, “you’re lucky I’m patient.”

“Lily?” a silent, desperate prayer manifested finally into words. Beatrice can feel tears well, the sting as one slips across broken skin, shame reaching out across her chest cavity.

“Will be okay,” Shannon answers, gently brushing the pad of her thumb across the curve of a cheekbone. Her eyes soften slightly, a glimpse of gentleness hidden in their depth. “I promise you I would never lie to you,” she mutters, lips warm against Beatrice’s brow.

“Is she awake?”

“No, not yet.”

Something deep within Beatrice cracks, some edifice crumbling underneath the confirmation. The tendrils of shame gradually retreat in the light of relief. Warm fingers move across taunt muscles, sternocleidomastoid, and tuck underneath strands of hair. Shannon’s here and present; she can smell the slight acidity of coffee. She’s not alone anymore. They, Shannon and her, kneeling with foreheads pressed together, remind her of that fact.

“The others?” Beatrice whispers, her eyes fluttering shut.

“Are okay, although I think Cam may have walked a rut into the waiting room’s carpet.”

She smiles then, for the first time in hours since the fight. It’s small, barely noticeable, except for the slight upturn of her lip and dimple, “That sounds about right.”

Shannon chuckles and the sound chases away the shame entirely, at least for now. There’s an easiness to being around her, something Beatrice revels in, “Yeah it does. I love you, you know that right?”

Beatrice hums in acknowledgment.

“I love you, but you look like shit,” Shannon continues, her hand leaving its resting place at the nap of Beatrice’s neck. Warmth fleeting as she moves away. Cartilage cracks as Beatrice hears her stand, opening her eyes. Blue refracting from the rosary dangling from her fingers, coating the kneeling woman in light. “Do you promise not to start praying again if I give you your rosary back?”

“I promise.”

It’s offered then by two fingers held aloft between the two women. A golden crucifix dangling before her face, Beatrice takes it with her right hand.

“If Mary asks, I gave you this,” Shannon says, her hands coming to the collar of the sweatshirt. Beatrice watches her pull the sweatshirt over her head, and traces the plane of abdominal muscles as her shirt rides up, corded muscles flexing with the movement. Until she stands there in a grey tank top, coated in shadow, St. Christopher medallion glinting, her sweatshirt held out in silent offer.

“Shannon,” Beatrice starts.

“Just put it on. I’m not about to be seen escorting a blood-soaked woman through a hospital.”

Beatrice reaches out, taking the slightly worn fabric in her hand. It smells faintly of incense, myrrh and frankincense, and distantly of gunpowder. Sacredness in both senses of the word. It’s surprisingly soft as she pulls it over her head, avoiding the fresh clot on her cheekbone. Lose around the shoulders and waist, yet comforting.

“Come on,” Shannon says, offering her hand at last, which Beatrice takes and is pulled to her feet. Hands come up, placing the hood over her head, “Let’s get you back where you belong, yeah?”

[thiefbird]

Well my sleep schedule is fucked(nearly an hour past Bedtime and I'm vibrating) but don't cry. 21 pages of Stephen Maturin trying to convince himself he's not in love with his captain, alright?

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Mittwoch Matinee: All Saints Day

Almighty and everlasting God, who has enabled us to honor in one solemn Feast the merits of all Thy Saints: we beseech Thee, that, with so many praying for us, Thou wouldst pour forth on us the abundance of Thy mercy for which we long. Through our Lord Jesus Christ.” Collect from the Proper of Saints, November 1, Editio Typica of the Roman Missal, 1962. Image credit: feature by Fra…

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Litany of the Saints

The Litany of the Saints is a popular prayer devotion in which Catholics call upon the saints and holy men and women for prayers and intercessions. The litany, especially, implores mercy, and gives glory and praise to the Lord for His divine Mercy. It dates back to the fifth century and is one of the oldest prayers of the Catholic Church today. † LITANY OF THE SAINTS †[Prayer Video] Lord, have…

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Blessed Feast of St. Joseph! Take this opportunity to reflect on a model of masculinity that supports the call of women, serves one’s family, and submits to the will of God alone! What

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According to our teacher, Ḥabīb ʾAbū Bakr Mashhūr Al-Adani, a devout person (he/she) can provide protection for their own home and 40 nearby homes by:

1. Waking up late at night to remember Allāh.

2. Reciting litanies.

3. Assembling their family for mutually beneficial activities.

These actions radiate light, attracting angels to the location where Allāh, knowledge, and the attributes of Muḥammad are remembered.

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Litania Sanctorum: Litany of the Saints (Sung in Latin) - Harmonized Gre...

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Check out this post… "LITANY OF THE SAINTS".

http://catholicp.blogspot.com/2024/10/litany-of-saints.html

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had to spin up a fair number of last-minute application essays recently for various things and the persistent grain of truth at the center of them all around which the rest all pearled is the fact that if I can do one thing, i can fucking endure

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Lord, have mercy. R. Lord, have mercy.

Christ, have mercy. R. Christ, have mercy.

Lord, have mercy. R. Lord, have mercy.

Holy Mary, Mother of God, R. pray for us.

Saint Michael, R. pray for us.

Holy Angels of God, R. pray for us.

Saint John the Baptist, R. pray for us.

Saint Joseph, R. pray for us.

Saint Peter and Saint Paul: R. pray for us.

Saint Andrew, R. pray for us.

Saint John, R. pray for us.

Saint Mary Magdalene, R. pray for us.

Saint Stephen, R. pray for us.

Saint Ignatius of Antioch, R. pray for us.

Saint Lawrence, R. pray for us.

Saint Perpetua and Saint Felicity, R. pray for us.

Saint Agnes, R. pray for us.

Saint Gregory, R. pray for us.

Saint Augustine, R. pray for us.

Saint Athanasius, R. pray for us.

Saint Basil, R. pray for us.

Saint Martin, R. pray for us.

Saint Benedict, R. pray for us.

Saint Francis and Saint Dominic, R. pray for us.

Saint Francis Xavier, R. pray for us.

Saint Laurent Imbert, R. pray for us.

Saint John Vianney, R. pray for us.

Saint Catherine of Siena, R. pray for us.

Saint Teresa of Jesus, R. pray for us.

All holy men and women, Saints of God: R. pray for us.

Lord, be merciful, R. Lord, deliver us, we pray.

From all evil, R. Lord, deliver us, we pray.

From every sin, R. Lord, deliver us, we pray.

From everlasting death, R. Lord, deliver us, we pray.

By your Incarnation, R. Lord, deliver us, we pray.

By your Death and Resurrection, R. Lord, deliver us, we pray.

By the outpouring of the Holy Spirit, R. Lord, deliver us, we pray.

Be merciful to us sinners, R. Lord, we ask you, hear our prayer.

Jesus, Son of the living God, R. Lord, we ask you, hear our prayer.

Christ, hear us. R. Christ, hear us.

Christ, graciously hear us. R. Christ, graciously hear us.

[angeltreasure]

Hey. I've always felt a connection with Archangel Michael. Do you think he's my angelic protector?

Saint Michael is quite a patron of many. He is indeed a great protector! He is not your specific guardian angel but he helps protect you alongside your guardian angel. There are so many amazing stories of how St. Michael has come to the side of all kinds of people around the world. He has been a great help to me especially in spiritual battles and when I travel. I feel that connection too; it is our friendship with him! If you want to learn more about him, check out this video I found below.

St. Michael, pray for us! 🩵

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The Litany of Saint Kristen Applebees

St. Kristen Applebees, Prophet of Cassandra, The Seeker of Truth, The Ever-Changing, Patron of the Lonely, Solace of the Forgotten The Resurrected The god-saviour The god-killer

(being catholic means very rigid liturgical structures embedded into your brain, great for poetic reasons)

I am not normal about them at all