Wednesday, August 27, 2014

St. Monica

St. Monica's life is celebrated today. She died in 387 at the age of 56. Her story is linked with her more famous son, St. Augustine.

The Weeping Mother
St. Monica was a Christian, but her husband was not. In fact, tradition says he was a man of very poor character and unfaithful to her, although he was converted by the aid of her good example. Yet her son, Augustine, grieved her because he resisted Christianity for many years.

But God did not resist a mother's tears. St. Augustine finally converted in 386. St. Monica got to see the realization of her heart's desire before she died.

St. Monica's intercession is sought for the conversion of loved ones, and she provides an enduring example of patience and persistence in prayer. She reminds us that patience, prayer and a good example are better than harangues.

Prayer to St. Monica

Dear St. Monica,
troubled wife and mother,
many sorrows pierced your heart during your lifetime.
Yet, you never despaired or lost faith.
With confidence, persistence, and profound faith,
you prayed daily for the conversion
of your beloved husband, Patricius,
and your beloved son, Augustine;
your prayers were answered.
Grant me that same fortitude, patience,
and trust in the Lord.
Intercede for me, dear St. Monica,
that God may favorably hear my plea for

(Mention your intention here.)

and grant me the grace to accept His Will in all things,
through Jesus Christ, our Lord,
in the unity of the Holy Spirit,
one God, forever and ever.


  1. DEATH
    at the

    Sorrowful mother
    Do not weep
    When children's faith
    They do not keep.

    With prayers to God
    They're not compliant?
    Then time for mother
    To be defiant!

    Get on your knees
    Where you adore
    He who made
    Each babe you bore

    Out of love
    So tangled-tight
    Burst their souls
    Of promise bright.

    And if the brightness
    Starts to dull
    Think not that he
    Is just a cull

    He's here to make
    You ever holy
    We all need help,
    Can't do it soley.

    That's why we suffer
    To imbue
    Prodigals, others
    Our cry and hue.

    So they can see
    On knees we drop
    If unto death
    Our prayers won't stop.

    And by His heart
    So sacred tender
    In grace you'll die
    A suffering-splendor

    Where in the fields
    Of Heaven's Granger…
    Sainted mothers pray
    For his death at the manger.

    1. Lovely reminder of the power of a mother's prayers. Too often we don't really believe our prayers do anything. But think how quick Jesus was to respond to a half-afraid cry from the crowd. Am I good enough? (The Pharisees don't think so); is my faith strong enough? (surely not); am I worthy of His notice? (I'm just another face, another hand, another voice...) but still, I have to try...

  2. I knew nothing of this Saint. Thanks as always for educating this poor Cradle Catholic.


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