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Catechism for Club Members: March 2016
With the special time of Holy Week approaching, we hope all families stay close to Jesus in His Passion through the Stations of the Cross, and Sacred Triduum beginning with Holy Thursday Mass of the Last Supper. In the quiet of Good Friday and the silence of personal prayer, we can feel ever so close to the moments of the greatest and most intense love ever known to us, through Jesus our Savior. Leading up to the Triduum, may I suggest a convenient online mini-retreat called "The Colors of the Cross" at http://rcspirituality.org or CD for the car entitled "My Beloved Son" by Father Robert Barron (by Lighthouse Catholic Media -- available in many parishes.) And may Easter's Vigil overwhelm you with hope, joy, and happiness in Christ and in heaven's eternity!
Mary Jean Belford
Challenge Club Milton
This year, the month of March holds many special feast days and moments of grace in our Catholic faith. We have the feast of St. Patrick on the 17th and the feast of St. Joseph on the 19th. Then we dive right into Holy Week and Easter. These special days give us all the opportunity to learn about our faith and to do something special to grow in our faith with our parish, families or with the Challenge group. Our virtue of the month is faith and is very appropriate for this month. Thanks for all you do for the girls on your Challenge teams and you can count on my prayers!
from Nadine McMillan
Challenge National Director
From Martindale Gardens Apostolate Visit:
St Patrick Biography written by Shannon
for Martindale Gardens Apostolate Visit
St. Patrick was born in 387 AD in Britain. He is the patron saint of Ireland and his feast day is March 17. His symbol was a shamrock which he often used to explain the Holy Trinity. Though he was never canonized, early Christians declared him a Saint in heaven. Patrick lead a difficult life but his faith in God never wavered. When he was a young teenager, he was kidnapped by Irish pirates and forced into slavery, which he later wrote, drove him closer to God. He prayed during captivity where he worked as a shepherd. He remained a slave until his early 20's, when he received a dream from God that his freedom awaited. In the dream, he was led to the coast. So when he had a chance a few days later, he escaped and ran to the docks where he found a ship that took him safely to Britain. He was reunited with his family and continued his religious studies until he was ordained a bishop. In his memoir, The Confession, Patrick wrote a revision which he received, in which a man came from Ireland. His name was Victorious and he carried several letters, one of which was given to Patrick. The heading read, "the voice of the Irish." When he started to read, he imagined the voices of Ireland's people, crying out to him saying, "we appeal to you holy servant boy to come and walk among us." This vision led him to spread the Gospel of God in Ireland. Though they are many versions of what happened in Ireland when he arrived, each confirms that Patrick was able to spread the word of God across Ireland and that he built many churches across the country. After spreading the Good News throughout Ireland for 40 years, Patrick passed away at Saul, the first Irish church he built.
St. Patrick and the 3-Leaf Clover
written by Mikela
Today, I am going to talk to you about St. Patrick and the 3 leaf clover. St. Patrick is the patron saint of Ireland. His feast day is celebrated on March 17th and is a national holiday in Ireland. The 3 leaf clover is also called a shamrock. It has 3 leaves and each leaf has a pretty heart shape. St. Patrick used the 3 leaf clover to explain to the pagan Irish that God is a Holy Trinity. The shamrock represents the Holy Trinity in that the three leaves signify the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit. Each of the three leaves is part of the overall shamrock symbolizing the unity of the three parts of the Almighty. This is why the Shamrock is considered to be an important symbol of Christianity in Ireland.
The Dear Little Shamrock Poem
written by Andrew Cherry
and recited by Zianne
There's a dear little plant that grows in Ireland.
'Twas S. Patrick himself sure that set it.
And the sun on his labour with pleasure did smile.
And a tear from his eyes oft-times wet it.
It grows through the bog, through the brake and the mireland,
And it's called the dear little Shamrock of Ireland.
That dear little plant still grows in our land,
Fresh and fair as the daughters of Erin,
Whose smiles can bewitch, and whose eyes can command,
In each climate they every appear in:
For they shine through the bog, through the brake and the mireland,
Just like their own dear Shamrock of Ireland.
That dear little plant that springs from our soil,
When its three little leaves are extended,
Denotes from the stalk we together should toil,
And ourselves by ourselves be befriended.
And still through the bog, through the brake and the mireland,
From one root should branch,
like the Shamrock of Ireland.
St. Patrick's Day Apostolate at
Martindale Gardens Retirement Residences
45 Martin Street
Milton ON L9T 2R1
Martindale Front desk phone: 905 693 8592
Contact cell phones: Mary Jean Belford, Club President: (416) 578-5265
Rosanne Warren, parent volunteer: 519-240-0508
Friday March 11, 2016
Start time for the program: 7:00 pm. We will meet at Holy Rosary School at 6:30 pm, and walk to the retirement home. Parents are welcome to join us for the program. We will have some Conquest club members join us on guitars for this presentation.
Program End time: 8:15 pm. We will walk back to the school for snack time and pick up by parents.
Please bring your complete permission form for this off site event, as well as indoor shoes and wear your Challenge T-shirt. If you are playing a piece, bring your music. Everyone brought home from the last meeting a bookmark/s to decorate and sign at the back, your gift to the residents. Please remember to bring them too.
It is important that you have not been ill for 48 hours prior to the retirement home visit.
Our St. Patrick's Day Celebration at Martindale Retirement Home is only a couple of days away; we have prepared the songs, poems, readings and Blessing bookmarks for the residents. When we are at Martindale, we will also sit with the residents and chat with them, and give them bookmark with an Irish Blessing for them. Photos of a previous St. Patrick's Day apostolate can be found in our photo gallery. You'll get a better idea of what will happen for this event.
May I ask you for your assistance in preparing for this apostolate? We are answering Our Lord's call of Corporal Works of Mercy in this apostolate, as we are visiting our elderly friends who sometimes are forgotten by our culture. When we prepare for this apostolate, we are giving our seniors a "good gift"--a gift that shows we are truly thinking of them. That is why we are learning songs that may not be familiar to us personally, but these songs are very dear to our seniors, and they bring back wonderful memories and they make them feel young again.
Here's the list of songs to practise over the next couple of weeks. Oh, don't you wish you were Irish? :)
1. Molly Malone (the lyrics are in the youtube)
2. Danny Boy
You'll need a box of kleenex to listen to this version sung by an amazing boys' choir from London, called Libera. And listen how clear their pronunciation and diction is!
O Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling From glen to glen, and down the mountainside. The summer's gone and all the roses dying. It's you, it's you must go and I must bide.
But come ye back when summer's in the meadow, Or when the valley's hushed and white with snow. 'Tis I'll be there in sunshine or in shadow.
O Danny boy, O Danny boy, I love you so!
But when you come, and all the flowers are dying, If I am dead, as dead I well may be.
You'll come and find the place where I am lying, And kneel and say an Ave there for me.
And I shall hear, though soft your tread above me, And all my grave shall warmer, sweeter be,
For you will bend and tell me that you love me, And I shall sleep in peace until you come to me.
3. This Day God Gives Me (to the tune of Morning has Broken)
The words are written by St. Patrick, almost 1600 years ago! This is a hymn in the Catholic Book of Worship, #650. I couldn't find a good youtube of this song, so I hope your mom can help you out with the melody if you don't know it already.
This Day God Gives Me
Strength of high heaven
Sun and moon shining
Flame in my hearth,
Flashing of lightning,
Wind in its swiftness,
Deeps of the ocean,
Firmness of earth.
This day God sends me
Strength to sustain me
Might to uphold me,
Wisdom as guide.
Your eyes are watchful,
Your ears are listening,
Your lips are speaking,
Friend at my side.
God's way is my way,
God's shield is round me,
God's host defends me,
Saving from ill.
Angels of heaven,
Drive from me always,
All that would harm me,
Stand by me still.
Rising I thank you,
Mighty and strong One,
King of creation,
Giver of rest,
Threeness of Persons,
Oneness of Godhead,
4. Nora (one verse only)
The violets were scenting the woods, Nora, displaying their charms to the bees.
When I first said I loved only you, Nora, and you said you loved only me.
The chestnuts bloom gleams through the glade, Nora,
the robin sang out of every tree.
When I first said I loved only you, Nora,
and you said you loved only me.
5. My Wild Irish Rose (the chorus only)
My Wild Irish Rose,
The sweetest flower that grows. You may search everywhere,
But none can compare
With my Wild Irish Rose.
My Wild Irish Rose,
The dearest flower that grows.
And someday for my sake,
She may let me take,
The bloom from my Wild Irish Rose.
6. When Irish Eyes are Smiling
There's a tear in your eye,
And I'm wondering why,
For it never should be there at all.
With such power in your smile,
Sure a stone you'd beguile,
So there's never a teardrop should fall. When your sweet lilting laughter's
Like some fairy song,
And your eyes twinkle bright as can be, You should laugh all the while
And all other times smile,
And now smile a smile for me.
When Irish eyes are smiling
Sure it's like a morning spring.
In the lilt of Irish laughter,
You can hear the angels sing.
When Irish hearts are happy,
All the world seems bright and gay.
And when Irish eyes are smiling,
Sure, they steal your heart away.
Verses sung by Daniela
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, Too-ra-loo-ra-li, Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, Hush now, don't you cry.
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, Too-ra-loo-ra-li, Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, That's an Irish lullaby.
Over in Killarney, many years ago,
My mother sang a song to me in tones so soft and low.
Just a simple little ditty in her good old Irish way.
And I'd give the world if I could hear that song of hers today. (repeat chorus)
Oft, in dreams, I wander
To that cot again, I feel her arms a huggin' me As when she held me then.
And I hear her voice a hummin'
To me as in days of yore,
When she used to rock me fast asleep
Outside the cabin door.