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Celebration of the Divine Mercy Sunday on August 16

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Catholics all over the world observe Divine Mercy Sunday on the Octave of Easter, the eighth day after Easter Sunday. The Divine Mercy Sunday is a special occasion which offers complete forgiveness of sins. Father Chris Alar, MIC explains how the Divine Mercy Sunday came to be and what is its relevance for the faithful in the following video. 


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