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Opening of St. Daniel's Orphanage

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Judica me, Deus, et discerne causam meam de gente non sancta, ab homine iniquo et doloso erue me. Quia Tu es Deus, fortitudo mea, quare me repulisti? Et quare tristis dum affiglit me imicus? Emitte lucem Tuam et veritatem Tuam; ipsa me deduxerunt et, et adduxerunt in montem sanctum Tuum, et in tabernacula Tua. Et introibo ad altare Dei, ad Deum Qui laetificat juventutem meam!

Confitebor tibi in cithara, Deus, Deus meus. Quare tristis es, anima mea? Et quare conturbas me?

Spera in Deo, quoniam adhuc confitebor ilii, salutare vultus mei, et Deus meus. 

 


MISSION

It is with great joy that the Monastery of St. Daniel announces the establishment of St. Daniel’s Orphanage, which stands in the shadow of St. Raguel’s Cathedral in Elizabeth. Our duty as servants of Almighty God is to safekeep all orphans of the Imperial Crownlands regardless of circumstance and instill Canonist values that they may lead pious, integrated lives.

 

To those who are interested in aiding our cause, monastics and laymen alike, you are invited to send word to Fr. Jon de Savoie, Nylran, or Solene Cordier.

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Deus caritas est,

Father Jon de Savoie

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"Let's gooooo!!!" Says Father Drusco.

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Solene pauses her sweeping of the cloysters that framed the courtyard of the monastery, in which her fiber goat grazed among its grass and shrubbery.  The sun was beginning to dip behind the imposing spires of the Cathedral of Saint Raguel, which loomed over the monastery that was now to be her new home.  A small smile graced her features for the peace she felt; now fellow orphans would have a place to call home too.

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A certain yellow imp rubs his mangy little hands together. 

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