st theresa catholic church

Visit, write, fax, or call them at:

St. Theresa of Avila
1404 Erato Street
New Orleans, LA 70130
Phone: 504-525-4226
Fax: 504-525-6014
http://www.parishesonline.com/scripts/Ho stedSites/org.asp?p=1&ID=4715

You might also want to try the Office of Archives for the Archdiocese of New Orleans: http://www.archdiocese-no.org/archives/i ndex.php

With love in Christ.

2009-09-24 02:00:26 by Gay Swanton Cassreino

St. Theresa Catholic Church Choir - Zimbabwe

http://au.news.yahoo.com/a/-/latest/5185 243/carl-williams-mother-laid-rest/

"She was farewelled at St Theresa's Catholic Church in Essendon, a church familiar to gangland identities. The funeral of rival underworld boss Lewis Moran, one of Carl Williams' four victims, was also held there."

You know, thats a very very intelligent question, or not.

2008-12-01 22:57:34 by synaptic's mommy

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dont u find that blasphemous? she has become their saint.. but i dont think an angel wud have "slept" with her literally..if it was just a dream-i dont think it still sane to tell that... was that the reason why she became saint?? one might logically expect she is out-of-her-mind?? does the image present in any other catholic churches?? she had wrote how she had that experiance.. and i wud like to hear what the catholics have to say about this..

The two focal sculptural figures derive from an episode described by Teresa of Avila in her autobiography, The Life of St. Teresa of Jesus (1515-1582), a mystical cloistered Discalced Carmelite reformer and nun.

The chapter describes divine visions, including one where she saw an angel standing aside her body:

I saw in his hand a long spear of gold, and at the iron's point there seemed to be a little fire. He appeared to me to be thrusting it at times into my heart, and to pierce my very entrails; when he drew it out, he seemed to draw them out also, and to leave me all on fire with a great love of God. The pain was so great, that it made me moan; and yet so surpassing was the sweetness of this excessive pain, that I could not wish to be rid of it. The soul is satisfied now with nothing less than God. The pain is not bodily, but spiritual; though the body has its share in it. It is a caressing of love so sweet which now takes place between the soul and God, that I pray God of His goodness to make him experience it who may think that I am lying." Chapter XXIX; Part 17, Teresa's Autobiography

This is a mystical vision not sex.

Maybe the sculptor could have done a better job.

With love in Christ.

2006-05-28 05:23:19 by chaotic_blakpearl

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iv asked this Q a week back, but i didnt get any answer: i am interested about it. and i wna know real interpretations from "YOU". tnx!

here iv pasted it:

the statue of St. Theresa with an angel... dont u find that blasphemous? she has become their saint.. but i dont think an angel wud have "slept" with her literally..if it was just a dream-i dont think it still sane to tell that... was that the reason why she became saint?? one might logically expect she is out-of-her-mind?? does the image present in any other catholic churches?? she had wrote how she had that experiance.. and i wud like to hear what the catholics have to say about this..

The two focal sculptural figures derive from an episode described by Teresa of Avila in her autobiography, The Life of St. Teresa of Jesus (1515-1582), a mystical cloistered Discalced Carmelite reformer and nun.

The chapter describes divine visions, including one where she saw an angel standing aside her body:

I saw in his hand a long spear of gold, and at the iron's point there seemed to be a little fire. He appeared to me to be thrusting it at times into my heart, and to pierce my very entrails; when he drew it out, he seemed to draw them out also, and to leave me all on fire with a great love of God. The pain was so great, that it made me moan; and yet so surpassing was the sweetness of this excessive pain, that I could not wish to be rid of it. The soul is satisfied now with nothing less than God. The pain is not bodily, but spiritual; though the body has its share in it. It is a caressing of love so sweet which now takes place between the soul and God, that I pray God of His goodness to make him experience it who may think that I am lying." Chapter XXIX; Part 17, Teresa's Autobiography

This is a mystical vision not sex.

Maybe the sculptor could have done a better job.

With love in Christ.

2006-06-08 18:24:28 by chaotic_blakpearl

Carter looked at his watched. It was 4:30pm. He sighed. He didn't want to spend all day at St. Theresa's Parish Worship church, the Roman Catholic church that wasn't even located in Paramount. It took about twenty minutes to even get there. His mother wanted him and his brother to help get ready for the upcoming Sunday's service by helping Father Ferraro clean up the church.

Carter looked over and saw that Andy was playing a few tunes on the piano. Carter sighed again. Andy loved playing the piano on his time, it wasn't his time.
"Andy, quit screwing around and help me." complained Carter. "Or we're not going for the game."
"Why am I even here?" asked Andy. "I'm not even Catholic."
"You don't practice Judaism either, but you call yourself Jewish." stated Lucas, brushing the red carpet floor. "Besides, you're the one who volunteered to help. Just like I did."
"My mom's Christian." Andy said simply. "I choose to believe that Christ is our savior. I just embrace my Jewish heritage. I celebrate Easter, Passover, Yom Kippur, Christmas, and Chanukah. So no one's feelings get hurt."
"I guess I shouldn't be talking." said Lucas. "I'm half-Jewish, but practice Roman Catholic."
"Whatever, It-Jew." Andy said, getting off of the piano.

"Mom says to hustle." Chris said, walking in with a cloth draped over his shoulders. "Father Ferraro isn't going to clean this place up himself."
"Don't they have janitors for this?" Carter asked.
Chris just looked at him. "Just get to work."
Carter didn't understand why Chris had to act so responsible. He was just like him. He played for the football team at high school (which his dad always tried to compare Carter's football playing skills to Chris). But Chris just seemed more advanced than Carter. Carter didn't care because that just meant Chris got less girls.

"When are you gonna break up with Palma?" Carter asked, cleaning the podium.
"Whenever," said Andy, looking at the stain-glassed windows.
"What do you mean 'whenever'."
"Like I said; whenever."
"That's specific."
"I don't care. She's hot and all, but I don't want to dump her before homecoming. Then she won't have a date."
"I'm sure she won't have any problems finding a new date." snickered Lucas.
"That's not the point," snapped Andy. "I just don't want her to start crying or anything. She really likes me."

That was in fact true. Whenever Carter saw Andy and Palma together, she would have this weird smile on her face whenever he put his arm around her shoulder.
"Then wait until after homecoming." Carter suggested.
"It's not that simple" said Andy, reclining in the pew that faced the piano.
"Whatever, brah." said Carter, killing a roach that tried to crawl under one of the pews. "Sorry, little man. Can't have you infesting this place."
"He's in a better place now." Andy said, looking down sadly at the squashed roach.
"Are you in Savannah going out?" Lucas asked.

Carter shook his head. "We're just friends."
"And you're just a fool." said Andy, his eyes traveling towards a picture of crucified Jesus. "'Sup, JC? See? Even Jesus thinks you're a fool."
"God does take care of children and fools." commented Andy. "And anyway, Savannah is hot. She looks pretty fuckable."
"Why are we even talking about this in church." asked Carter, shivering at the thought of God striking him down for even having those kind of thoughts in church. He looked at the picture of Jesus. Jesus seemed to be watching Carter with sternness in his eyes.
"It's not like anyone's here." Andy said.
"What about, Father Ferraro?" Carter said, rolling his eyes at Andy.

Just as Carter said that, Father Ferraro and his mother walked in with smiles on their faces.
Father scanned the room with an approving look his face. "Good job, gentlemen. Well, done."
"No thanks to him," Carter muttered, shooting a look at Andy who still looked at the picture of Jesus with strange interest. It was as if he were reading the picture.

It's kinda confusing with all the characters, but other than that it's really good!
I like it and it's pretty funny. I'm writing a book too and I wish you luck.
Here's mine-http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index; _ylt=ApmyjaEbtsNaMtjMMzR.tbXsy6IX;_ylv=3 ?qid=20100209150233AAygKLi

Feel free to critique I'm a young writter and I need all the help I can get!

2010-02-09 16:23:49 by Monica