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My dear friend, Miles Applebaum, went missing!

Reaching out to everyone. He went missing Monday morning (Sept 29) Miles was last seen leaving his home in Armonk, NY for work at 9:50 a.m. He was driving a 1999 forest Green Volvo Sedan s80 Plate: NY Z524CL with a Temple University sticker on the back window. 
Please help us get the word out. Please keep your eyes open. If you see him, please let us know, or if you have any other information that would be of help to us. 
Time is of the essence!
Thank you!

"Desidero Mi Jesu"
Desídero mi Jesu,
Hoc Angelórum esu
Ut me refícias.
Fac, Jesu mi benígne,
Accéndam semper digne
Ad has divínas épulas
Hic cibus nutriméntum
Hic potus aliméntum
Sit meae ánimae
Det grátiam dum spiro
Sit in agóne diro
Pignus futúrae glóriae.


(translated)I desire, O my Jesus,
That you would refresh me
On this the food of angels:
Make me, my kind Jesus,
Always worthily approach
To this divine repast.
Let this food be a nutriment,
Let this drink be a nourishment,
Be unto my soul:
Let it give grace while I breathe,
In my final agony
Be it a pledge of future glory.
–Anonymous 1884; Translated by Peter F.X. Gibson

"Desidero Mi Jesu"
Desídero mi Jesu,
Hoc Angelórum esu
Ut me refícias.
Fac, Jesu mi benígne,
Accéndam semper digne
Ad has divínas épulas
Hic cibus nutriméntum
Hic potus aliméntum
Sit meae ánimae
Det grátiam dum spiro
Sit in agóne diro
Pignus futúrae glóriae.


(translated)
I desire, O my Jesus,
That you would refresh me
On this the food of angels:
Make me, my kind Jesus,
Always worthily approach
To this divine repast.
Let this food be a nutriment,
Let this drink be a nourishment,
Be unto my soul:
Let it give grace while I breathe,
In my final agony
Be it a pledge of future glory.

–Anonymous 1884; Translated by Peter F.X. Gibson

God upholds and sustains creation.

With creation, God does not abandon his creatures to themselves. He not only gives them being and existence, but also, and at every moment, upholds and sustains them in being, enables them to act and brings them to their final end. Recognizing this utter dependence with respect to the Creator is a source of wisdom and freedom, of joy and confidence:

For you love all things that exist, and detest none of the things that you have made; for you would not have made anything if you had hated it. How would anything have endured, if you had not willed it? Or how would anything not called forth by you have been preserved? You spare all things, for they are yours, O Lord, you who love the living. (Wisdom 11:24-26)

—CCC 301

The bolded part hit me today.

"Christ The Man Of Sorrows" by Bartolome Esteban Murillo, Oil On Canvas

Isaiah 53
Who would believe what we have heard?
To whom has the arm of the LORD been revealed?

He grew up like a sapling before him,
like a shoot from the parched earth;
He had no majestic bearing to catch our eye,
no beauty to draw us to him.

He was spurned and avoided by men,
a man of suffering, knowing pain,
Like one from whom you turn your face,
spurned, and we held him in no esteem.

Yet it was our pain that he bore,
our sufferings he endured.
We thought of him as stricken,
struck down by God and afflicted,

But he was pierced for our sins,
crushed for our iniquity.
He bore the punishment that makes us whole,
by his wounds we were healed.

We had all gone astray like sheep,
all following our own way;
But the LORD laid upon him
the guilt of us all.

Though harshly treated, he submitted
and did not open his mouth;
Like a lamb led to slaughter
or a sheep silent before shearers,
he did not open his mouth.

Seized and condemned, he was taken away.
Who would have thought any more of his destiny?
For he was cut off from the land of the living,
struck for the sins of his people.

He was given a grave among the wicked,
a burial place with evildoers,
Though he had done no wrong,
nor was deceit found in his mouth.

But it was the LORD’s will to crush him with pain.
By making his life as a reparation offering,
he shall see his offspring, shall lengthen his days,
and the LORD’s will shall be accomplished through him.

Because of his anguish he shall see the light;
because of his knowledge he shall be content;
My servant, the just one, shall justify the many,
their iniquity he shall bear.

Therefore I will give him his portion among the many,
and he shall divide the spoils with the mighty,
Because he surrendered himself to death,
was counted among the transgressors,
Bore the sins of many,
and interceded for the transgressors.

"Christ The Man Of Sorrows" by Bartolome Esteban Murillo, Oil On Canvas

Isaiah 53
Who would believe what we have heard?
To whom has the arm of the LORD been revealed?

He grew up like a sapling before him,
like a shoot from the parched earth;
He had no majestic bearing to catch our eye,
no beauty to draw us to him.

He was spurned and avoided by men,
a man of suffering, knowing pain,
Like one from whom you turn your face,
spurned, and we held him in no esteem.

Yet it was our pain that he bore,
our sufferings he endured.
We thought of him as stricken,
struck down by God and afflicted,

But he was pierced for our sins,
crushed for our iniquity.
He bore the punishment that makes us whole,
by his wounds we were healed.

We had all gone astray like sheep,
all following our own way;
But the LORD laid upon him
the guilt of us all.

Though harshly treated, he submitted
and did not open his mouth;
Like a lamb led to slaughter
or a sheep silent before shearers,
he did not open his mouth.

Seized and condemned, he was taken away.
Who would have thought any more of his destiny?
For he was cut off from the land of the living,
struck for the sins of his people.

He was given a grave among the wicked,
a burial place with evildoers,
Though he had done no wrong,
nor was deceit found in his mouth.

But it was the LORD’s will to crush him with pain.
By making his life as a reparation offering,
he shall see his offspring, shall lengthen his days,
and the LORD’s will shall be accomplished through him.

Because of his anguish he shall see the light;
because of his knowledge he shall be content;
My servant, the just one, shall justify the many,
their iniquity he shall bear.

Therefore I will give him his portion among the many,
and he shall divide the spoils with the mighty,
Because he surrendered himself to death,
was counted among the transgressors,
Bore the sins of many,
and interceded for the transgressors.

St. Therese of Lisieux’s Offering to Merciful Love

O my God, Most Blessed Trinity, I desire to love Thee and to make Thee loved, to labor for the glory of Holy Church by saving souls still on earth and by delivering those who suffer in Purgatory. I desire to accomplish Thy Will perfectly, and to attain to the degree of glory which Thou hast prepared for me in Thy Kingdom; in one word, I desire to be a saint, but I know that I am powerless, and I implore Thee, O my God, to be Thyself my sanctity.

Since Thou hast so loved me as to give me Thine only Son to be my Savior and my Spouse, the infinite treasures of His merits are mine; to Thee I offer them with joy, beseeching Thee to see me only as in the Face of Jesus and in His Heart burning with Love.

Again, I offer Thee all the merits of the Saints—in Heaven and on earth—their acts of love and those of the holy Angels; and finally I offer Thee, O Blessed Trinity, the love and the merits of the Holy Virgin, my most dear Mother; it is to present it to Thee. 

Her Divine Son, my well-beloved Spouse, during His life on earth, told us: “If you ask the Father anything in my name he will give it to you.” (John 16:23). I am then certain that Thou wilt hearken to my desires…My God, I know it, the more Thou willest to give the most dost Thou make us desire. Immense are the desires that I feel within my heart, and it is with confidence that I call upon Thee to cone and take possession of my soul. I cannot receive Thee in Holy Communion as often as I would; but, Lord, art Thou not Almighty?…Remain in me as in the Tabernacle—never leave Thy little Victim.

I long to console Thee for the ingratitude of the wicked and I pray Thee take from me the liberty to displease Thee! If through frailty I fall sometimes, may Thy Divine glance purify my soul immediately, consuming every imperfection—like to fire which transforms all things into itself.

I thank Thee, O my God, for all the graces Thou hast bestowed on me, and particularly for making me pass through the crucible of suffering. It is with joy I shall behold Thee on the Last Day bearing Thy scepter—the Cross; since Thou hast deigned to give me for my portion this most precious Cross, I have hope of resembling Thee in Heaven and seeing the sacred stigmata of Thy Passion sine in my glorified body.

After exile on earth I hope to enjoy the possession of Thee in our eternal Fatherland, but I have to wish to amass merits for Heaven; I will work for Thy Love alone, my sole aim being to give Thee pleasure, to console Thy Sacred Heart, and save souls who will love Thee forever.

At the close of life’s ending I shall appear before Thee with empty hands, for I ask not, Lord, that Thou wouldst count my works… All our justice is tarnished in Thy sight. It is therefore my desire to be clothed with Thine own Justice and to receive from Thy Love the eternal possession of Thyself. I crave no other Throne nor other Crown but Thee, O my Beloved!…

In Thy sight time is nothing, one day is as a thousands years. (Cf. Ps 89:4). Thou canst in an instant prepare me to appear before Thee.

That I may live in one Act of perfect Love, I OFFER MYSELF AS A VICTIM OF HOLOCAUST TO THY MERCIFUL LOVE, imploring Thee to consume me without ceasing, and to let the tide of infinite tenderness pent up in Thee, overflow into my soul, that so I may become a very martyr of Thy Love, O my God!

May this martyrdom, having first prepared me to appear before Thee, break life’s thread at last, and may my soul take its flight, without any delay, into the eternal embrace of Thy Merciful Love.

I desire, O Well-Beloved, at every heartbeat to renew this Oblation an infinite number of times, till the shadows retire (Cant. 4:6) and I can tell Thee my love eternally face to face!

Marie-Francoise-Therese
De L’Enfant Jesus de la Sainte Face

Feast of the Most Holy Trinity.
The 9th of June in the year of grace, 1895

St. Therese of Lisieux’s Offering to Merciful Love

O my God, Most Blessed Trinity, I desire to love Thee and to make Thee loved, to labor for the glory of Holy Church by saving souls still on earth and by delivering those who suffer in Purgatory. I desire to accomplish Thy Will perfectly, and to attain to the degree of glory which Thou hast prepared for me in Thy Kingdom; in one word, I desire to be a saint, but I know that I am powerless, and I implore Thee, O my God, to be Thyself my sanctity.

Since Thou hast so loved me as to give me Thine only Son to be my Savior and my Spouse, the infinite treasures of His merits are mine; to Thee I offer them with joy, beseeching Thee to see me only as in the Face of Jesus and in His Heart burning with Love.

Again, I offer Thee all the merits of the Saints—in Heaven and on earth—their acts of love and those of the holy Angels; and finally I offer Thee, O Blessed Trinity, the love and the merits of the Holy Virgin, my most dear Mother; it is to present it to Thee.

Her Divine Son, my well-beloved Spouse, during His life on earth, told us: “If you ask the Father anything in my name he will give it to you.” (John 16:23). I am then certain that Thou wilt hearken to my desires…My God, I know it, the more Thou willest to give the most dost Thou make us desire. Immense are the desires that I feel within my heart, and it is with confidence that I call upon Thee to cone and take possession of my soul. I cannot receive Thee in Holy Communion as often as I would; but, Lord, art Thou not Almighty?…Remain in me as in the Tabernacle—never leave Thy little Victim.

I long to console Thee for the ingratitude of the wicked and I pray Thee take from me the liberty to displease Thee! If through frailty I fall sometimes, may Thy Divine glance purify my soul immediately, consuming every imperfection—like to fire which transforms all things into itself.

I thank Thee, O my God, for all the graces Thou hast bestowed on me, and particularly for making me pass through the crucible of suffering. It is with joy I shall behold Thee on the Last Day bearing Thy scepter—the Cross; since Thou hast deigned to give me for my portion this most precious Cross, I have hope of resembling Thee in Heaven and seeing the sacred stigmata of Thy Passion sine in my glorified body.

After exile on earth I hope to enjoy the possession of Thee in our eternal Fatherland, but I have to wish to amass merits for Heaven; I will work for Thy Love alone, my sole aim being to give Thee pleasure, to console Thy Sacred Heart, and save souls who will love Thee forever.

At the close of life’s ending I shall appear before Thee with empty hands, for I ask not, Lord, that Thou wouldst count my works… All our justice is tarnished in Thy sight. It is therefore my desire to be clothed with Thine own Justice and to receive from Thy Love the eternal possession of Thyself. I crave no other Throne nor other Crown but Thee, O my Beloved!…

In Thy sight time is nothing, one day is as a thousands years. (Cf. Ps 89:4). Thou canst in an instant prepare me to appear before Thee.

That I may live in one Act of perfect Love, I OFFER MYSELF AS A VICTIM OF HOLOCAUST TO THY MERCIFUL LOVE, imploring Thee to consume me without ceasing, and to let the tide of infinite tenderness pent up in Thee, overflow into my soul, that so I may become a very martyr of Thy Love, O my God!

May this martyrdom, having first prepared me to appear before Thee, break life’s thread at last, and may my soul take its flight, without any delay, into the eternal embrace of Thy Merciful Love.

I desire, O Well-Beloved, at every heartbeat to renew this Oblation an infinite number of times, till the shadows retire (Cant. 4:6) and I can tell Thee my love eternally face to face!

Marie-Francoise-Therese
De L’Enfant Jesus de la Sainte Face

Feast of the Most Holy Trinity.
The 9th of June in the year of grace, 1895