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By Ben Yanke on April 7, 2014
Happy Monday! This one is a bit longer than the past ones. Magnificat in D Major by Bach, BWV 243. This one is quite a bit longer, almost 30 minutes!
By Ben Yanke on April 6, 2014
Another excellent piece of poetry by Heather Hineline for you to take in as we enter this season of Passiontide, meditating on Christ’s supreme love for us as he expressed on Good Friday.
I see you there from in the crowd;
I could not keep my eyes awake.
Awakened by their shouts so loud,
Ashamed, I follow in your wake.
I slept so long and now I see
That on your cloak are stains of blood
Your inner sorrow made you bleed,
Prostrate there upon the mud.
But now they come to take you there
I watch as you are borne away.
Bruised and battered face, once fair
Now wounded by the times I’ve strayed.
Something in me makes me go,
Following the angry mass
I watch you as you suffer blows
Throughout your trial, all aghast.
But I deny with trembling lips
That I did follow in your wake.
You wince and turning, start to trip
Pained that I would you forsake.
And now they’ve found you guilty there
And drag you to the Romans’ hall;
A den of thieves, a cowards’ lair,
Slaves to Caesar’s beck and call.
He sees in you no earthly harm,
But yet refuses your release,
For threatening with raging arms
He thinks the crowd must be appeased.
Among them, I, a coward bold,
Exclaim the fearful, deathly chant.
“Crucify Him!” my lips told
the man who held your fate in hand.
I catch your eyes a moment now,
Devoid of anger, truly sad.
And for a moment, wonder how
You did not rage, though I was glad.
Pilate washed his bloody hands
ANd gave the order, “Lead him out!
And have him bound in leather bands
And cover him with bloody clouts.”
I find myself with scourge and cane
To beat my Savior, brave and bold.
Despite the lash, no cry of pain
Escapes despite your pain untold.
But looking back again I see
A show of mercy, truth and grace.
You take those lashes there for me
While I deride your Holy Face.
And by my sins I bend for you
A crown, not made of gold, but thorns.
Stems on which fair roses grew
Transformed into my show of scorn.
They place the cross upon your back,
The cross I made by my own hands.
No torture therein might it lack
A torment feared through all the lands.
Despite abuse your eyes reach up
And, for a moment, meet with mine.
Your mercy chills me to the bone.
And then it stings this soul of mine.
But still I press you up the hill
To meet with death and iron nails.
Embracing pain and sorrow still,
You neither writhe, nor groan, nor wail.
But with those eyes of tender love
Which know that I have pressed you on
Gazing up at me above
As I drive nails into your hands.
They lift the cross above on high
And for a moment, all is hushed.
And then at once I start to cry.
For now I see you love so much.
For in those eyes I see the pain
Of Love which all things then endured.
Despite my wicked, deadly aim,
His Love is constant, true and pure.
And as you die, I stand beneath
The tow’ring beams where you are hung.
Ashamed that I, not you, still breather,
With shortened breaths in choking lungs.
And at your last, our eyes do meet.
And ne’er did Love endure such pain;
And ne’er did love unfold so sweet
As now in death, my life to gain.
And now ashamed, beneath the cross,
I kneel and weep, for now I know
Throughout the pains which you endured
For Love of me you suffered so.
O wond’rous Love, surpassing all!
O Love which for ungrateful men
Sustained a full and grevious fall,
Sin’s chains to break, its bars to rend.
Kneeling there beneath the cross,
Bathed in blood from Love’s own heart
And water pure, God’s tears of loss,
I beg for pardon from Your Heart.
By Ben Yanke on April 4, 2014
A couple great liturginerd lightbulb jokes for ya, to keep things light around here!
How many LCWR postulants does it take to change a lightbulb?
Both of them.
How many Oratorians does it take to change a lightbulb?
Priest, deacon and cleric (dressed as subdeacon) with assistant priest in cope and acolytes and thurifer, with choir and other minsters, assemble at the foot of a step ladder, the priest sotto voce says:
Pr. Fratres, renoveremus.
Mins. Sancte Pater, cur renoveremus?
Having reverenced the step ladder all depart, with lighted candles, singing “Lux Aeterna” accompanied by musicians on original instruments.
The second one was dug out of the NLM comments by the excellent Matthew Alderman
By Ben Yanke on March 31, 2014
Another Magnificat by Orlando de Lassus, this one using in tone VIII on the chant verses.
Love your mother!
By Ben Yanke on March 28, 2014
Mark your calendars! Fr. Richard Heilman will be leading stations of the Cross at 10am at the Orin Rd. Planned Parenthood. Keep in mind, this is the Planned Parenthood “clinic” that sent two women to the hospital after botching their “safe” abortion procedures, as Fr. Zuhlsdorf reports on here.
Again, it is on April 18, 2014 at 10am.
Be there, and pray for an end to abortion!