Prayer for the intercession of St. Isidore of Seville, Patron Saint of the Internet
Almighty and eternal God, who created us in Thine image and bade us to seek after all this is good, true, and beautiful, especially in the divine person of Thy only begotten Son, our Lord Jesus Christ, grant we beseech Thee that, through the intercession of Saint Isidore, bishop and doctor, during our journeys through the internet we will direct our hands and eyes only to that which is pleasing to Thee and treat with charity and patience all those souls whom we encounter. Through Christ our Lord. Amen Fr. John T. Zuhlsdorf
The International Year of the Family Theme Song - Verse 3-
Verse 3: ALL OVER THE WORLD WE ARE GLAD TO BE SOMEBODY'S MOTHER OR SOMEBODY'S DAD AND WE GET A NEW CHANCE TO LOOK AND TO SEE HOW EVERYONE HERE LEARNS TO LOVE AND TO FEAR, IT STARTS IN THE FAMILY.
The verse will need to be changed to accommodate the sensitivities of Scotland's National Health Service. Perhaps the song could be amended as follows-
All over the Gaia We liken ourselves to Maya To be somebody's carer Or perhaps even rarer And we get into gear To learn and revere How everyone here Learns our love and our fear And never be called a queer.
"We learn, and we strive and pray to understand more and more of God's plan; and more than understanding it, to love it and to live it, especially when we don't understand it. And to realize that even when we think we understand, what we understand is only the surface of the deeper mystery. But to sense that God loves us, and never to doubt this, that is important." - Francis Cardinal Arinze
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The International Year of the Family Theme Song - Verse 3-
Verse 3:
ALL OVER THE WORLD
WE ARE GLAD
TO BE SOMEBODY'S MOTHER
OR SOMEBODY'S DAD
AND WE GET A NEW CHANCE
TO LOOK AND TO SEE
HOW EVERYONE HERE
LEARNS TO LOVE AND TO FEAR,
IT STARTS IN THE FAMILY.
The verse will need to be changed to accommodate the sensitivities of Scotland's National Health Service. Perhaps the song could be amended as follows-
All over the Gaia
We liken ourselves to Maya
To be somebody's carer
Or perhaps even rarer
And we get into gear
To learn and revere
How everyone here
Learns our love and our fear
And never be called a queer.
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