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Domestic church

In the speech of Cardinal Amato at yesterday's beatification, I heard him say one thing that perked up my ears. He described the upbringing of Blessed Solanus in a devout family, and then when he got to the part about entering the Capuchins, he said that Bernard Casey moved "from one community of faith to another" and that made my heart sing! To describe the domestic church as equivalent to a religious community...that's my life's work.


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I really want to go to this symposium, April 4-6, but I'm not sure I can afford it.


Purgatory patiently parsed

Julie K over at Happy Catholic has a great explanation at Purgatory 101.


for all the saints





October 13



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The end of the world

as I have known it and devoted myself to it:



Wherefore art thou Chant?

It never occurred to me until reading this essay that Chant wasn't the established norm of liturgy prior to Vatican II. That means that the reform of the reform is not a restoration of something that was...it's a finally establishing something that's never had its moment under the sun. This essay makes me think that giving Chant its pride of place would actually be something very, very NEW-- rather than the reassertion of something archaic. Read it here:


Msgr.Pope also busts some myths regarding liturgical continuity in the papacies prior to Paul VI:


Meanwhile this article busts some myths in the reactions to the recent motu proprio:


Mind. Blown.


Helpers abound

My brother has posted an impassioned reflection at the Jesuit Post. One line struck me as so many are facing the devastation wrought by forces of nature:

Suffering is a disdainfully common part of the human condition. Women bear children, farmers labor in fields, and patients endure chemotherapy. Sometimes in the midst of suffering, humans cry out to God in desperation. When I encounter suffering, I often feel like I’m wading into deep, muddy water. I cannot see or feel love because I’m terrified. 
I know that the Gospels say that God is love, but I have learned that God’s being love does not make suffering any less terrifying. Which is not to say that it is irrelevant that God is love – it is to say that it means something different. 
It means that, if I surrender control, there is a chance that love can transform suffering into something bearable. This is, in fact, what the word “suffering” etymologically means: “to bear up under.” In this sense, love is the muddy water, but I no longer have to wade. Instead it bears me up. And in the very moment I am swept up, I float. I am not alone. I am never alone.  

I hope all those suffering from floodwaters or fires or terminal illness or whatever they face this side of the Fall can lean on that trust, knowing they are not alone. "Look for the helpers," his mother told Mister Rogers when he was young. God sends us helpers, notably our Guardian Angels. It was the helpers running towards the Twin Towers whose sacrifice inspires us today.


Prayer in Fatima

Refrain (sung by the assembly):
Ave O Clemens, Ave O pia!
Salve Regina Rosarii Fatimae.
Ave O clemens, Ave O pia!
Ave O dulcis Virgo Maria!
The Holy Father:
Hail, Mother of Mercy,
Lady robed in white!
In this place where, a hundred years ago
you made known to all the purposes of God’s mercy,
I gaze at your robe of light
and, as a bishop robed in white,
I call to mind all those who,
robed in the splendour of their baptism,
desire to live in God
and tell the mysteries of Christ in order to obtain peace.
The Holy Father:
Hail, life and sweetness,
Hail, our hope,
O Pilgrim Virgin, O Universal Queen!
In the depths of your being,
in your Immaculate Heart,
you keep the joys of men and women
as they journey to the Heavenly Homeland.
In the depths of your being,
in your Immaculate Heart,
you keep the sorrows of the human family,
as they mourn and weep in this valley of tears.
In the depths of your being,
in your Immaculate Heart,
adorn us with the radiance of the jewels of your crown
and make us pilgrims, even as you were a pilgrim.
With your virginal smile,
enliven the joy of Christ’s Church.
With your gaze of sweetness,
strengthen the hope of God’s children.
With your hands lifted in prayer to the Lord,
draw all people together into one human family.
The Holy Father:
O clement, O loving,
O sweet Virgin Mary,
Queen of the Rosary of Fatima!
Grant that we may follow the example of Blessed Francisco and Blessed Jacinta,
and of all who devote themselves to proclaiming the Gospel.
Thus we will follow all paths
and everywhere make our pilgrim way;
we will tear down all walls
and cross every frontier,
as we go out to every periphery,
to make known God’s justice and peace.
In the joy of the Gospel, we will be the Church robed in white,
the whiteness washed in the blood of the Lamb,
blood that today too is shed in the wars tearing our world apart.
And so we will be, like you, an image of the column of light
that illumines the ways of the world,
making God known to all,
making known to all that God exists,
that God dwells in the midst of his people,
yesterday, today and for all eternity.

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