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    From rich@1:396/4 to All on Mon Nov 4 07:19:02 2019
    From: rich <richarra@gmail.com>

    November 5th =E2=80=93 St. Kea

    Legend.
    About the Fifth century, a young Irish monk watched with anguish as
    his brother monks sailed away from the southern shore of Ireland to
    preach the word of God to the heathen in England. Such was his
    distress at being left behind that he fell in a swoon while praying
    upon a hollow granite boulder and, on wakening, found to his amazement
    that his kneeling Stone was floating. This continued to do, day and
    night through storm and tempest, until it finally drifted gently
    ashore on the bank of the river Fal at what is known as Churchtown
    Creek. There he founded a monastery. His name was Kea.

    History
    There was indeed a young monk named Kea, also known as Che, Lan-te-Ke,
    and Landegea, and he was one of the lesser known Cornish Saints. He
    was a son of noble parents and was admitted to the priesthood at an
    early age because of ability in the sciences, rising quickly to the
    dignity of Bishop. However, he gave up that position, distributed his
    wealth to the poor, and took up the life of a hermit. While praying
    for guidance, he was told to seek a bell with which he should travel
    until such time as it rang of its own accord. Obeying this instruction
    he found a bell-founder Gildas, who made him a bell with which he
    travelled until he crossed an inlet from the sea and entered a forest.
    There the bell rang, and there he built a chapel and cells for himself
    and his companions. There he stayed for some years until, after the
    settlement of a dispute with a certain Theodoric, he received money
    sufficient for him to enlarge the establishment to a full monastery.
    After this he went to Brittany, where he eventually died at Cleder on
    the first Saturday in October, about 495. A Holy well dedicated to him
    is to be found there.

    A Monastery is known to have existed at Old Kea in Cornwall.

    St. Kea was probably one of several monks who came from Glastonbury to
    found centres of Christian worship in the West Country. Among his
    companions would of been Fili and Rumon. The names of Kea and Fili are
    also linked in other parts of the west of England, Kea may have been a descendant of Paternus (or Padarn) King of Cornwall, and there are
    references to links with King Arthur and some of his Knights. His
    Feast Day is the anniversary of his death, the Sunday after the first
    Saturday in October and November 5 in some Locations.

    His help is sometimes invoked to cure toothache.


    Saint Quotes:

    "Perhaps someone will say within himself, I have already believed, I
    shall be saved: he says true if his faith be supported by good works;
    for that only is true faith, which does not contradict in works what
    is believed in words."

    -- St. Gregory the Great (Pope, Doctor, 540-604) - "New Testament of
    Our Lord and Saviour",

    Bible Quotes:

    "he that believeth not shall be condemned." - Mark 16:16

    "He that believeth not the Son [i.e., all that He taught as given
    through His Apostles and His one and only Apostolic, Catholic, Roman
    Church] shall not see life: but the wrath of God abideth on him." -
    John 3:36


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    To Our Lord on the Cross:

    My Crucified Jesus, mercifully accept the prayer which I now make to
    Thee, for help in the moment of my death, when at its approach, all my
    senses shall fail me.

    When, therefore, O sweetest Jesus, my weary and downcast eyes can no
    longer look up to Thee, be mindful of the loving gaze which I now turn
    on Thee and have mercy on me. When my parched lips can no longer kiss
    Thy most Sacred Wounds, remember then those kisses which I now imprint
    on Thee, and have mercy on me. When my cold hands can no longer
    embrace Thy Cross, forget not the affection with which I embrace it
    now, and have mercy on me. And when, at length, my swollen and
    lifeless tongue can no longer speak, remember that I called upon Thee
    now.

    Jesus, Mary, Joseph, to you I commend my soul. Amen.

    Eternal Father, I offer Thee the Wounds of our Lord Jesus Christ to
    heal the wounds of our souls.

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