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The Brown Scapular

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When I was in grade school I studied in a Catholic School and every pupil there knows how to pray the rosary, nun also wanted us to memorizes some verses in the bible  and gave us the Brown Scapular to wear in our neck. The nuns told us that by wearing the brown scapular your soul not be perish and you'll be safe the eternal fire. Back then I do wear a scapular but my neck usually got allergies on it so usually I remove it... I knew it is not yet the time.      
         Way Back then I taught the Brown Scapular was just made by the Carmelites not until I Google it now and knew that Mama Mary has intercession on it like the Holy Rosary. It was on July 16, 1251 that Mama Mary appeared to St. Simon Stock , a carmelite and handed the brown woolen scapular and said, “This shall be a privilege for you and all Carmelites, that anyone dying in this habit shall not suffer eternal fire.” In time, the Church extended this magnificent privilege to all the laity who are willing to be invested in the Brown Scapular of the Carmelites and who perpetually wear it.     
         True devotion to the Blessed Virgin Mary consists in three things: VENERATION, CONFIDENCE AND LOVE. By simply wearing the Scapular, we can tell her every moment of the day that we venerate her, love her and trust in her protection. That if you prayed holding the scapular especially when your facing temptation the evil is utterly powerless calling the Virgin Mary in silent devotion that if you recommended  yourself to Mama Mary you would not have run into such danger. 
          Like the Holy Rosary Our Lady has its promises if you wear the scapular first is she promised to save those you wear from fires of hell and second she will shorten their stay in the purgatory if they should pass from this world still owing some debt of punishment. But Mama Mary has her condition too
that you should wear it continuously, that you will live in chastity  wheater  yourAll Rights Reserved

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