Weekly News Flash from the Universal Living Rosary Association of Saint Philomena, Wednesday February 18, 2015

Dear Apostles and Benefactors of the Living Rosary,

Our hearts are filled with gratitude and appreciation of all that you are making possible for our Living Rosary Center here in Ukraine. Our country is at war and all of us are affected. The natural response of our hearts to those who are causing us suffering and death, is hate, anger and revenge. The devil is so keenly aware of this that he feeds the fire of our pride and vanity. We must pray fervently to the Holy Ghost begging for His Gifts that our response to this evil will be His Humility, Forgiveness and Love. If we should respond with hate and anger, seeking revenge, we would be simply and clearly doing the work of the devil.

All of us are co-jointly children of the same Heavenly Father; all were ransomed by His Blood, and called to the same Kingdom of Heaven. We must carry one another’s burdens with a supernatural, universal and efficacious love.

If we love Christ, we will keep His Commandments. Whoever is angry with His brother is a murderer; anger kills the soul. He that forgives not, shall not be forgiven. We must remember that living among men cannot be without upsets and trials. Do we not have many faults which others must bear? Be animated by the Charity of the Heart of Christ, whereby He has endured and loved all, enemies as well as friends, even unto death. Hate the evil which is done, but beware that you do not hate the man who commits this evil. When you feel indignant at the faults of others and the feelings of anger rise up in you, keep silence. Pray for them in your heart and refrain from dwelling on their faults. Never grow weary of loving your neighbor. With a supernatural affection, pardon their faults. As God has forgiven us a debt ten thousand times greater than any debt a man might owe us, we must mercifully forgive the faults and failings of others. When we do forgive, a great peace will come over our hearts and this peace, in time, our brothers will feel in their own hearts. Often times, one struggles to forgive his neighbor because his love and esteem for self is too much. Ask the Eucharistic Heart of Jesus to infuse into your hearts the Humility and Charity of His Heart.

In the midst of our earthly warfare against Principalities and Powers, we remember you and your family, living and departed, and all your special intentions and needs at the Altar. We are praying very much for all those who are sick in body and soul. May the Heart of Jesus, grant to you everlasting beatitude!

I impart to all of you, my priestly blessing:

In the Name of the Father, Son and Holy Ghost. Amen.

With the prayers and respect,

Byzantine Rite, Greek-Catholic Church, UKRAINE



The Fairy Tale Comes True

In the last chapter, we reached the year 1831. We left Philomena in her fourth new shrine. By 1833, her hair had grown to 27 inches. She now looked, not like a child but a young woman. Yet still, or perhaps more than ever, she seemed something out of a fairy tale.

So many of Philomena’s miracles seem to have come straight out of a volume of Hans Christian Andersen! Take the story of the child who had treasured, as a relic, a bit of the paper which had covered the statue of St. Philomena. One day, he and his small friends were in a vineyard, helping themselves to grapes. They heard the owner coming and took wildly to their heels. Philomena’s friend did not look where he was going and fell head first down a well which was twenty-four feet deep. As he fell, he thought desperately of lovely Philomena and cried out to her. If you think Philomena replied that little boys who steal apples must be taught a lesson, you are mistaken. We are told that she pulled him out of the water, took him in her arms and, sitting on the water, held him up for more than an hour until help arrived.

His parents came, peered down and called to see if he was alive. To their perplexity, he called back to them quite cheerfully. They let down a rope, wondering how in the world, even with all their directions, so small a child could tie it round himself. In a very short space of time, he directed them to pull him up. He arrived serenely at the top. They found that the rope had been tied most ingeniously around his waist and under his arms, with two very strong knots at the back of the neck and a loop to support his feet. They were bewildered, knowing that no child could have done that for himself. “Oh, no!” he said, “It was St. Philomena who tied it.” He then told them all she had said and done for him, adding that she was beautiful and dressed in white, with color in her cheeks, light hair like gold, and was about as tall as his fourteen year old sister.

He was soaked and covered in mud from head to foot but uninjured. Inside his thin shirt was the piece of paper he had taken from the statue. It was found to be perfectly dry. What do you think of that?

There was another story of a boy who climbed the church tower to ring the bell on Philomena’s feast. He peered out and fell forty feet onto the cobble street. Though he was seen to fall on his head, he picked himself up, explaining that he had invoked St. Philomena as he fell and, proud as a peacock, he ran up again to ring the bell. There was Filumeno de Stefano, aged two, who was lying in the middle of the road very happily, when a carriage came dashing around the corner. The onlookers invoked his patroness. At the sound of her name, the horses reared up and stayed so until Filumeno had crawled out of the way. He was quite unperturbed and remarked, “Saint Mena brought me away.”

There was a Philomena, aged three, who was inordinately fond of bread and cheese. When she asked the members of her family for it without avail, she used to turn to the picture of her Saint which hung over her cot. In fact, she began the day by holding out her hands, as soon as she woke, asking for some. She was often seen to be eating. When asked who had given it to her, she would reply, “Santa Mena.” This was taken to be evasive. However, one day, when her grandmother was ill, she bothered her mother so perpetually for bread and cheese that the distracted woman gave her a good beating and shut her up in a room alone. The grandmother was distressed to hear her sobbing. After a while, no sound came from the room. The grandmother grew anxious and begged the mother to go and see. The culprit was perfectly happy munching on bread and cheese. Knowing very well, there had been none in the room, the mother demanded, “But who gave you that?” “Santa Mena,” was the satisfied reply.

The following is a charming story: A poor woman, Teresa Bovini, had no clothes ready for her baby who was soon to be born. She asked St. Philomena to let it be a little girl, who would be named after her if only she would provide some clothes for it. A little girl it was but, when it arrived, Philomena had still provided no clothes. The mother was so distressed that the nurse, to quiet her, took off her own white neckerchief and wrapped the baby with it. The mother said there might be a rag which would do for a girdle in a certain old trunk. When the trunk was opened, there was a complete layette, fine and beautifully folded, giving forth an unknown perfume which filled the hearts of the two women with heavenly consolation. The baby was carried triumphantly away in its celestial finery to be christened, Philomena.

The next night, Teresa was roused by her baby’s murmur. She put out her hand but the baby was no longer beside her. Anxiously, she moved. There was a light in the room. On a chair was a girl of about fourteen, dressed in white and all shining, holding the baby in her arms and caressing her lovingly. In confusion, joy and gratitude, the mother exclaimed, “O St. Philomena.” She could utter no more. Philomena kissed the baby, laid it beside its mother and disappeared.

Other stories, not concerned with children, have the same fairy tale manner. A woman had been given a print of St. Philomena and was just nailing it up above her bed when news came that she was accused of stealing money from a relative. In anger and grief, she accused St. Philomena of having brought ill luck to the house. About that time, another messenger ran in the house to say the money had been found. The woman turned around to beg pardon of St. Philomena. There was the print, which had by then loosened itself from the nail, slid to the floor and was making its way towards the door! In terror, the woman promised to send alms to Mugnano, and replaced the picture with much devotion.

Philomena has no objection to being scolded. The sacristan of a chapel dedicated to Philomena, prayed desperately to her for the cure of his son from cancer. Surgery had been scheduled. The old man begged and besought her to save the boy this agony and cure him. Philomena did nothing. At last, in a rage, he blew out the lamp before her statue and locked up the chapel, saying he would have nothing more to do with her. Philomena was not angry. When the surgeons came, the cancer had vanished.

The fact is, we do not get angry with someone for not helping us, unless we entirely believe in their ability to help.

A poor woman was suffering from grave pains and troubles. Not once, but many times, the picture of Philomena on her wall would come down and rest on her bed, always curing her pain and taking away her sorrow.


The tragic hour the aged Simeon had foreseen in his terrible prophecy came to pass. The Cross stands out against a cloud-filled sky. A dreadful silence resounds through that city liable for the murder of its God. Jesus is expiring. At the foot of the gibbet whereon the great Victim is nailed stands Mary, motionless, silent, engulfed in untold grief, gazing upon her dying God. What created mind could fully understand her suffering? We are familiar with trials: loss of material goods is not fatal and bodily ills make our flesh tremble, yet our minds can remain at peace. Doubts, discouragement and despondency cast shadows on our lives and may make it unbearable, but the greatest suffering springs from the heart when love is wounded.

Mary suffered through the love she bore her Son. Hers was a martyrdom which surpasses that of the martyrdom of blood. To comprehend the intensity of her pain, we would have to comprehend the depth of her love. She gave herself unreservedly to her Son, for original sin had not tarnished her Immaculate Heart. Now, her beloved Son, endures before her very eyes the most cruel, the most unjust, the most ignominious of tortures. Step by step, She follows the somber procession wending its way up Calvary. She witnesses the horrible scene of crucifixion, hears the heavy hammer drive the sharp nails into the adorable hands and feet of her Child, tearing His Flesh as His Precious Blood spills onto the ground. The soldiers jeer and the high priests mock His goodness, His holiness and His very divinity. Not for a moment does She abandon Him, nor does She miss a single moment of His suffering. When Jesus dies, She is at His Feet. There is a phenomenon the medieval philosophers called ecstasy. Love takes the heart, so to speak, of the one who loves and exchanges it with the heart of the beloved. All of Jesus’ sufferings resonated in Mary’s Heart. When the soldier’s lance pierced His Heart, it simultaneously pierced the Virgin Mother’s Soul.

When a heavy cross is laid upon our shoulders, we accuse God of unfairness and uncaring cruelty, and we abandon our faith. “How could a good God do this to us!" Did the Father not love His only Son? Did God not love the purest Virgin whom He had made the Mother of His Son? Yet, God found no more precious gift for His Son and His Mother than suffering! Through suffering, the great work of Redemption is accomplished. God sends suffering to purify us and to save us. When suffering comes, we must trust God, lovingly receive the cross and know that the victory of Easter awaits us. With Mary, let us take courage. We will climb the steep hill of Calvary so that, one day, we may savor the joys of eternal Beatitude.

“The highest veneration, after God, is due to Mary because there is no other being in Heaven or on earth arrayed in so sublime a dignity and so near to God as is Mary, the Mother of the Most High, the Spouse of the Holy Ghost. When Mary was on earth, She was exalted to the pre-eminent dignity of having the Son of God subject to her and, now in her full glorification, shall She behold her dignity lowered and the love of her Divine Spouse and Son, lessened? NO! On the contrary, She shall receive, as a reward for the love She bore her Divine Son on earth, the greatest participation in His Eternal Glory. She shall sit as His beloved Mother on the right Hand side of her Son, upon the throne of glory and majesty so that the whole heavenly court may offer to their Queen the eternal homage due her as the promised Victress over Hell by reason of the Fruit of her virginal body.”

Taken from the SERVITE MANUAL
Nihil Obstat: Rt. Rev. A. Hillebrand, V.G. Prot. Apost., a.i.p.
Censor Librorum, Portland, Oregan – February 2, 1925


Make haste to enroll your family and friends in the forty days of Holy Masses which prepare our hearts for Good Friday only to open them to the Joys of Easter Sunday!


The rational man needs the Mass to pay Almighty God the debt of homage and adoration he owes Him. The grateful man needs the Mass to pay his debt of thanksgiving. The sinful man, and who among us is without sin, needs the Mass to propitiate God’s Justice and to pay his debt of satisfaction. The needy man needs the Mass, that praying with Jesus Christ and through Him, he may offer a prayer that is worthy of being heard and, thus, discharge his duty and debt of petition.

At the hour of death, the Masses you have heard will be your greatest consolation. Every Mass will go with you to judgment and plead for pardon. At every Mass, you can diminish the temporal punishment due to your sins. Assisting devoutly at Mass, you render the Sacred Humanity of Jesus, the greatest homage. He supplies for many of your negligences and omissions. He forgives you all the venial sins you are determined to avoid. He forgives you all the unknown sins you have never confessed. The power of Satan over you is diminished.

By hearing Mass, you afford the Souls in Purgatory the greatest possible relief. One Mass heard by you, during life, will be of more benefit to you than many offered for you after death. Holy Mass preserves you from many dangers and misfortunes that would otherwise befall you. You shorten your Purgatory by every Mass and win for yourself a higher degree of glory in Heaven. At Mass, you kneel amidst the multitude of Angels who are present at the adorable Sacrifice with reverential awe. You receive the priest’s blessing which Our Lord Himself ratifies in Heaven. You are blessed in your temporal goods and affairs.

Nihil Obstat: P. L. Biermann, Censor Librorum.
Imprimatur: + George Cardinal Mundelein, Archbishop of Chicago

The names you send for individual enrollment for the Sacred Masses during the Lenten Season and Easter Octave will be placed upon the Altar. Fr. Ivan Kolodiy and all the priests you have helped in Ukraine will offer these Masses. Suggested donation for each enrollment is $5. Mass cards will be provided for the persons enrolled. Please PRINT the names CLEARLY:

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Share Your Gift of Faith

For centuries, our cherished Catholic faith has been passed from person to person, parent to child, etc. Each of us carries in our heart a special memory of how God first graced us with the knowledge of the faith and how Our Blessed Mother, Saint Philomena, Venerable Pauline Jaricot and other saints changed our lives and brought us closer to Christ.

In our work in the Universal Living Rosary Association, we see first hand how millions of souls are currently living without that knowledge of God and are living outside of His grace. We have been given a beautiful opportunity to carry out Christ's work and pass on our faith and blessings to others who would otherwise never be introduced to Our Lord, the Savior of all mankind. Just as we pray for the souls in Purgatory who have no one to pray for them, we should also make it a part of our life's mission to pass on our faith to as many souls as possible who have no one else to pass it on to them, who don't know Our Lord and His promise of salvation.

This is the box we send out to the foreign Missions $77.95. It contains Rosaries, Scapulars, Miraculous Medals, Cord & Oil, Newsletters, Calendars, Catechism books, 2 TAN books, large color prints, lists and encouragements for our Promoters.

This is the box we send out to the foreign Missions $77.95. It contains Rosaries, Scapulars, Miraculous Medals, Cord & Oil, Newsletters, Calendars, Catechism books, 2 TAN books, large color prints, lists and encouragement for our Promoters.

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