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    From rich@1:396/4 to All on Thu Sep 24 10:11:11 2020
    From: rich <richarra@gmail.com>

    September 25th ' St. Cadoc of Llancarvan, Martyr
    =C2 (Also known as Cadog)
    Died c. 580; Feast day was formally January 24

    Cadoc was the son of a robber, one of the lesser kings of Wales, who
    with an armed band of 300 men had stolen the daughter of a neighboring chieftain for his wife. In this ugly episode 200 of his followers
    perished, and out of this unpromising union was born Cadoc, the Welsh
    saint, founder of the monastery of Llancarvan.

    It is hardly credible that from so wild and barbarous a background
    should have come such a gentle and enlightened prince, but fortunately
    his erratic and impulsive father placed him in the care of an Irish
    monk whose cow he had stolen and who had been bold enough to demand
    its return. From this good man Cadoc learned the rudiments of Latin,
    and after pursuing his studies in Ireland, preferred the life of a
    priest to that of a prince.

    Legends are told of how one day in his poverty, during a famine, when
    he sat with his books in his cell, a white mouse ran suddenly on to
    the table from a hole in the wall and put down a grain of corn. Cadoc
    followed it and found in the cellar beneath him an old Celtic
    subterranean granary stacked with grain. It is also said that once he
    hid himself in a wood from an armed swineherd of an enemy tribe, and
    there came a wild boar, white with age, who, disturbed by his
    presence, made three fierce bounds in his direction and then
    disappeared. Cadoc marked the spot with three tree branches, and it
    became the site of his great church and abbey of Llancarvan. He
    himself took an active part in its building, and it became a busy
    center of industry, "The best of patriots," he said, "is he who tills
    the soil."

    When, on one occasion, a band of robbers came to pillage the
    monastery, Cadoc and his monks went out to meet them with their harps,
    chanting as they went, and the marauders were so surprised by their
    attitude and so enchanted by the music that they withdrew.

    But the best story is that of his parents' conversion. It was a happy
    day when by the river they made public profession of their faith. The
    robber king had found his Savior, and father and son together recited
    the Psalm: "The Lord hear thee in the day of trouble."

    Cadoc later took refuge from the Anglo-Saxons in the Isle of
    Flatholmes, and then in Brittany, where he established another
    monastery upon a small island to which he built a stone bridge so that
    the children could cross to his school. Finally he returned to Britain
    and, obeying his own maxim: "Would you find glory? March to the
    grave," deliberately cut himself off from the shelter of his own
    monastery of Llancarvan, and lived among the Saxon settlements to
    console the native Christians who had survived the massacres of the
    pagan invaders. This was at Weedon in Northamptonshire, and there he
    met with a martyr's death. While celebrating Mass one day, the service
    was rudely disturbed by Saxon horsemen, and Cadoc was slain as he
    served at the altar (Gill).


    Saint Quote:
    The best way to acquire that peace which is born of the love of God,
    the inexhaustible Source of all virtues, is to accept all
    tribulations, whether spiritual or temporal, as coming directly from
    the paternal hand of God; to look upon all unpleasant events as very
    costly gifts presented to us by our heavenly Father; to repeat often
    the sacred word of Our Saviour: "Yea Father, for so hath it seemed
    good in Thy sight. (Matt. xi. 26.)'
    --St. Paul of the Cross

    Bible Quote:
    But at that time Michael shall rise up, the great prince, who standeth
    for the children of thy people: and a time shall come, such as never
    was from the time that nations began, even until that time. And at
    that time shall thy people be saved every one that shall be found
    written in the book. (Daniel 12:1)


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