The Catholic Women’s League of Canada is a national organization rooted in gospel values calling its members to holiness through service to the people of God.
General Meetings
Assumption 1st Tuesday of each month 7:00 p.m. Assumption Hall
For information contact Faye Henderson 403-320-8932
St. Basil's 2nd Wednesday of each month at 1:00 p.m. St. Basil's Hall
For information contact Cheryle Donaldson 403-328-5423
The following poem is is over 50 years old (closer to 60). We don't
know who the original author is.
All Saints C.W.L. The judgement day had come at last And all the saints of earth Were gathered to the realm above And very joyful mirth Among these were the ladies of Our Catholic Women's League. They'd worked so hard upon the earth They all were quite fatigued.
They had to pay the bills you know The church to decorate To change the altar and the lights So they would look elite. They bought a brand new organ too And fixed the rectory. The judgement day would give them rest How happy they would be.
But as they neared the golden gate, St. Peter cried with haste, "Come in, my dears, come in come in, We have no time to waste. The father has a home prepared For everyone of you We're going to decorate this place So it will look brand new.
We have to buy some new harps too Repair a few old crowns. And get some pads and cushions For the saints when they kneel down The stars will have to be made shiny The moon needs painted too. So that is why St. Gabriel blew His trumpet call for you."
The women were downcast and sad No rest for them was here, They'd have to keep raising funds Again, year after year. So when they heard the powers that be Relate this awful story They asked St. Pete to let them out They'd go to Purgatory.
But old St. Pete was wise you know He barred the exit gate And said there'd be some men to help If patiently they'd wait. But years and years went rolling by The ladies worked hard and sweated They asked St. Pete, "Where are the men They haven't showed up yet?"
St. Peter told the well known tale, That men are strange you see, They do so many sinful things Each day, it seems to me Before they have their penance done For one marauding crime They're back at it again until They've reached the end of time.
And you can do much better dears With men out of the way They'd really just upset the place If they came here to stay. This flattery just hit them right They worked like busy bees And when they finished everything They rested 'neath the trees.
St. Peter looked upon the change And smiling said "no doubt This is the New Jerusalem That we have heard about, I don't know who we could have had To do these menial deeds If some women hadn't organized THE CATHOLIC WOMEN'S LEAGUE" ~author unknown~
