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By Rachel Slobodnik and Tonia Long

 

Rosary of Reparation in Little Rock, Arkansas

On August 15th, the feast day of Our Lady’s Assumption into heaven, nearly 300 Catholics gathered in front of the Arkansas state capitol to take a stand against the devil and his nefarious works. This large-scale effort was made possible on extremely short notice due to the generous financial support and prayers we received from friends of America Needs Fatima.

Armed with rosaries and holy water, surrounded with signs, banners and bagpipes, and with Our Lady of Fatima as their general, they stood in peaceful protest and reparation against the horrifying event scheduled for the following day. These Catholics were there to ask pardon for the terrible display that would occur the very next day at the same spot. In contrast to the beautiful statue of the Queen of Heaven, the Satanic Temple would be parading a 9-foot tall statue of the demon Baphomet, with a young boy and girl at his side staring up at him, beguiled and fascinated.

Those assembled to offer reparation ranged in age from infant to elderly. Many were local, but others traveled from surrounding states, knowing that what affects one affects us all, and that silence will only allow for the spread of more evil. Buses carrying over eighty people traveled seven hours from Topeka, Kansas. These generous souls came from several parishes in Kansas, and others were from our Kansas calling center, volunteering for America Need’s Fatima’s Public Square rosary campaign. One woman traveled all the way from Australia.

As soon as their signs came out, even before the rosary started, they received many honks of support. Overall, they received a very positive response, other than a few unpleasant passersby and one loud “Hail Satan” from a driver. If he had known how many extra prayers he would get, he probably would have kept silent!

After the Rally, Mr. Jose Walter Ferraz, along with a family from Arkansas, delivered the online petitions gathered in support for the Ten Commandments Monument against the Satanists, with over 25,000 signatures, to Governor Asa Hutchison.

All of us here at America Needs Fatima – and I am sure Americans everywhere – are deeply grateful for those who lent their generous financial support to this effort. We could not have organized such a large-scale event on short notice without their help! May Our Lady bless abundantly all those whose prayers and support made this Rosary of Reparation possible.

 


 

The Satanic Temple and its Scandalous Statue

For the first time in American history, Satanists brazenly paraded their 9-foot-tall, one-ton demon Baphomet statue to the Arkansas State Capitol grounds and unveiled it near the 10 Commandments monument. They also requested a court-ordered placement of the statue right next to the monument.

The Satanic Temple claims its August 16th event was about "religious freedom." In fact, they even called the event: "The Satanic Temple's Rally for the First Amendment." Many of the signs displayed by participants made their intent clear. Some examples were “Support Religious Pluralism” and “Religious Liberty for All.”

Satanism is not a religion. Satanists worship no god, only hating God and His glorious creation. In the days leading up to August 16th, the Satanic Temple led a demonic procession – a type of sinister, multi-state caravan – with its idol of Satan in tow, getting Americans accustomed to the devil. Whether we realize it or not, that is what is at stake here: our Christian identity as a nation.

The media was out in full force to cover this event. Had it not been held in mid-August, the gathering might have been mistaken for a Halloween gala due to the dark and “goth-like” costumes worn by participants. 

According to another press report, the statue was purposely designed to "have a functional purpose as a chair where people of all ages [especially children it seems] may sit on the lap of Satan for inspiration and contemplation." (NewYorkCBSlocal.com, 1/6/2014)

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After showing the vision of Hell to the three children in Fatima on July 13, 1917, Our Lady said, “You have seen hell where the souls of poor sinners go. To save them, God wishes to establish in the world devotion to my Immaculate Heart. If what I say to you is done, many souls will be saved and there will be peace.”

As seen in the photos above, Satanists are actively working in America to convince our youth that Satanism is just another option among many. To oppose this, we must do what Our Lady of Fatima requested and propagate devotion to Her Immaculate Heart and devotion to her Holy Rosary. 

 

May Our Lady of Fatima and Saint Michael defend us in battle.


 

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Quote of the day

DAILY QUOTE for August 9, 2020

Prayer purifies us, reading instructs us … If a man wants...

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August 9

 

Prayer purifies us,
reading instructs us …
If a man wants to be always in God’s company,
he must pray regularly and read regularly.
When we pray, we talk to God; when we read, God talks to us.

St. Isidore of Seville


My Mother, I will stand with you on OCTOBER 10, 2020

Saint of the day

SAINT OF THE DAY

Bl. Amadeus of Portugal

His sister, St. Beatriz da Silva, was the foundress of the O...

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Bl. Amadeus of Portugal

João Mendes da Silva, better known as the Blessed Amadeus of Portugal, was born in 1420 in Campo Maior on the eastern side of the country. The youngest son of twelve children, he was closely related to the Counts of Vila Real and Viana do Alentejo, whose lands lay near the border of Portugal and Spain. St. Beatriz da Silva, the foundress of the Order of the Immaculate Conception, was one of his sisters, and a strong devotion to this prerogative of Our Lady – centuries before it was defined as a dogma – was a profound spiritual characteristic they both shared.

João was married very young, but soon after entered the Hieronymite monastery of Santa Maria de Guadalupe in Spain, where he spent about ten years. Inspired by a vision of the Immaculate Conception of Mary Most Holy to join the Franciscans, he sought admission to their friary in Ubeda in Lombardy where he entered as a lay brother in 1452 and took the name of Amadeus.

Initially not well received by his confreres, some of whom took him for a religious fraud, he was widely persecuted within the Order bearing all the humiliations inflicted upon him with great patience. He was ordained to the priesthood in 1459 at the insistence of his superiors. Amadeus subsequently became renowned throughout the houses of the Order for his holiness and miracles.

In 1469, he founded the Friary of Notre Dame de la Paix under the protection of the Archbishop of Milan. This friary soon became the center of a Franciscan reform which eventually spread throughout Italy and beyond. When the Minister General of the Franciscan Order, Francesco della Rovere, was elected to the throne of Peter as Pope Sixtus IV, he summoned Amadeus to Rome to be his confessor and counselor.

The reform of the Franciscan Order begun by St. Amadeus led to his founding of a distinct branch of the Friars Minor which was ultimately named after him. Amadeus later returned to Milan, where he died in 1482.

Weekly Story

WEEKLY STORY

I was in my first sleep when the sound of the doorbell...

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The Legend of the Locket

I was in my first sleep when the sound of the doorbell awakened me, whereupon I sprang from my bed, and, after a few hurried preparations, hastened to throw open the door. 

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It was a bitter cold night in January, and the moon without threw its pale light over the wan spectral snow-covered landscape. The sharp gust that swept into the hall as I opened the door made me pity the delicate-looking child who stood at the threshold.

Her hair gleamed with a strange and rare effect in the moonlight, long golden hair that fell in graceful ripples about her shoulders. She was lightly dressed, this little child, as she stood gazing straight and frankly into my eyes with an expression at once so beautiful and calm and earnest that I shall never forget it.

Her face was very pale, her complexion of the fairest. The radiancy about her hair seemed to glow in some weird yet indescribable fashion upon her every feature. These details I had not fairly taken in when she addressed me.

"Father, can you come with me at once? My mother is dying, and she is in trouble."

"Come inside, my little girl," I said, "and warm yourself. You must be half frozen."

"Indeed, Father, I am not in the least cold." I had thrown on my coat and hat as she made answer.

"Your mother's name, my child?"

"Catherine Morgan, Father; she's a widow, and has lived like a saint. And now that she's dying, she is in awful trouble. She was taken sick about a few hours ago."

"Where does she live?"

"Two miles from here, Father, on the border of the Great Swamp; she is a stranger in these parts, and alone. I know the way perfectly; you need not be afraid of getting lost."

A few minutes later we were tramping through the snow, or rather I was tramping, for the child beside me moved with so light and tender a step, that had there been flowers instead of snowflakes beneath our feet I do not think a single petal would have been crushed under the airy fall of her fairy feet.

Her hand was in mine with the confiding clasp of childhood. Her face, for all the trouble that was at home, wore a gravely serene air, such as is seldom seen in years of sprightly, youthful innocence.

How beautiful she looked!

More like a creature fresh from the perfect handiwork of God than one who walked in the valley of sin, sorrow, trouble and death.

Locket Upon her bosom I observed a golden locket fashioned in a heart shape.

She noticed my glance, and with a quick movement of her fingers released the locket and handed it to me.

"It's a heart," I said.

"Read what's on it, Father."

"I can't, my little friend; my eyes are very good, but are not equal to making out reading on gold lockets by moonlight."

"Just let me hold it for you, Father. Now look."

How this child contrived, I cannot say; but certain it is, that at once, as she held the locket at a certain angle, there stood out clearly, embossed upon its surface, the legend: 

"Cease! the Heart of Jesus is with me." 

"Mamma placed that upon my bosom one year ago, when I was very sick, Father." And kissing the locket, the child restored it to its place.

We went on for a time in silence. I carried the Blessed Sacrament with me; and, young as she was, the girl seemed to appreciate the fact. Whenever I glanced at her, I observed her lips moving as in prayer, and her eyes seemed, in very truth, fixed upon the place where rested in His sacramental veil the Master of Life and of Death.

Suddenly the girl's hand touched my sleeve-oh, so gently!

"This is the place, Father," she said in soft tones that thrilled me as they broke upon the stillness; and she pointed to a little hut standing back in the dim shadows of three pine trees.

I pushed open the door, which hung loosely upon its hinges, and turned to wait her entrance. She was gone. Somewhat startled, I was peering out into the pallid night, when a groan called me to the bedside of the dying woman.

A glance told me there was no time to lose. The woman lying in that room had hardly reached middle life, but the hand of Death had touched her brow, upon which stood the drops of sweat, and in her face I read a great trouble.

I was at her side in an instant; and, God be thanked for it, soon calmed and quieted the poor creature. She made her confession, and in sentiments of faith and love such as I have rarely seen, received the Last Sacraments of the Church.

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Standing beside her, I suggested those little prayers and devices so sweet and consoling at the dread hour. I noticed, as the time passed on, that her eyes frequently turned toward a little box at the farther end of the room.

"Shall I bring you that box?" I asked.

She nodded assent.

On placing it beside her, she opened it with trembling hands and took out the dress of a child.

"Your little daughter's dress?" I said.

She whispered, and there was love in her tones: "My darling Edith's."

"I know her," I continued. "She brought me here, you know."

I stopped short and caught my breath. The woman half rose in her bed; she looked at me in wonder that cannot be expressed. I, no less amazed, was staring at a golden, oval locket fastened to the bosom of the child's dress which the woman was holding in her hands.

"Madam," I cried, "in the name of God, tell me, where is your daughter? Whose is that locket?"

"The locket is Edith's. I placed it here on the bosom of her dress when my little girl lay dying a year ago. The last thing my darling did was to hold this locket to her lips, and say:

'Cease! the Heart of Jesus is with me.'

"She died a year ago."

Then the mother's face grew very sweet and very radiant.

Still holding the locket in her hands, she fixed her eyes straight before her.

"Edith, my dear Edith, we are at last to be united in the Sacred Heart. I see you, my darling: ‘Cease! the Heart of Jesus is with me."'

Her voice faded with the last syllable into silence.

She and Edith were again united.

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From Fr. Finn's Mostly Boys (New York: 1896), pp. 90-95.
Illustrations by: AF Phillips

 

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