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The Shrine of St. Elizabeth Ann Seton
at Our Lady of the Rosary Parish
is a Catholic community in a landmark building
connected to colonial times through the sanctity of
St. Elizabeth Ann Seton
who lived here.

We endeavor to be an instrument of grace and spirit
to our religious, civic and cultural neighbors.

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Seton Bridge

Building Relationships Around Lower Manhattan

"She was our daughter before she was your mother," remarked Father John Howard, Vicar of Trinity Church regarding St. Elizabeth Ann Seton, the first canonized American Saint. Known for her endless charity, Mother Seton founded the Catholic parochial school system in the United States but was originally a Protestant. This shared history serves as the basis of the Seton Bridge, a joint effort of downtown churches working together to celebrate the joy of faith and prayer.

Poll

When is your favorite time to pray and meditate?

	In the evening before bed
	During my morning commute
	Before leaving home
	Upon arriving home
	Throughout the day, no special time

Church Bulletin: Feb 2008

LENT BEGINS: The season is upon us. If you, like most of us, find the prayer book calendar with its solar and lunar calculations for fixing the date of Easter not fitting easily into everyday rhythm...
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Advent 2007

The Thanksgiving Day seemed early this year, not often does November have five Thursdays. Everything this year will seem to be in an extra rush. Four Sundays but only 3 weeks in Advent and Ash Wednesd...
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Church Bulletin: July 2007

FR. JOSE SALAZAR : These last few weeks, we have enjoyed the visit from Fr. Jose. He’s helping us on his break from his ministry on the faculty at St. Mary’s Seminary in Houston TX. His ti...
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Inspiration

He stands in the wild synagogue of the sensuous rose

Breathing apocalyptic fire!

Charged with a whip of seven cords

He drove out the leeching locust hordes

When zeal made meal of His desire,

Proclaiming the wild worship of the Bee!

While far down in the dark Gethsemene

Of my alien eyes a memory weeps like a tired

Pilgrim,

As he sightless picks his way, immired

In the stagnant pools, thirsting for his home.

But for the fleshy blindness of our carnal eyes,

Our worlds would split when any rose explodes.

Blind me! Bind me! O Christ wind me

In the white stillness of Your trembling intensity.

Harold Buckley