Friday, September 29, 2006

This weekend I will be mostly…..

...going to Blackfriars, Oxford, for the confirmation of my goddaughter. Pray for all the gifts of the Holy Spirit for G – a clever and loving girl. One might say she already has a great many gifts from our loving God, but He is munificent and will shower her with more.


Today is Michaelmas (and don't forget Ss Raphael and Gabriel). It is the name day of my eldest boy -please pray for him.

St Michael is the patron saint of paratroopers and airborne troops. Of your charity pray for my dear departed father who won his wings in WWII and who I hope has wings now.

Pray too for his successors who stand watch in the night so we stay safe in our beds. I think especially of 16 Air Assault Brigade, who have fought bravely in Afghanistan against a fanatical enemy. Some of these brave men and women have been justly recommended for this country's highest award for bravery, the VC.

Month of the Holy Cross #4

September is traditionally given over to devotion to the Holy Rood

I have been crucified with Christ; and it is no longer I that live, but Christ living in me: and that life which I now live in the flesh I live in faith, the faith which is in the Son of God, who loved me, and gave himself up for me.
Galatians 2:20

Tuesday, September 26, 2006

Ss Cosmas and Damian - pray for us doctors

In the new calendar these medical twins are celebrated today (in the pre-V2 calendar, tomorrow). They are co-patrons of doctors (though as a non-surgeon I feel a little more confortable with the physician St Luke). That's because by legend the holy brothers pulled off the transplant of an African's leg onto a caucasian patient - impressive!

They are mentioned, of course, in the Roman Canon:

Communicantes, et memoriam venerantes, in primis gloriosae semper Virginis Mariae, Genetricis Dei et Domini nostri Iesu Christi: sed et beati Ioseph, eiusdem Virginis Sponsi, et beatorum Apostolorum ac Martyrum tuorum, Petri et Pauli, Andreae, (Iacobi, Ioannis, Thomae, Iacobi, Philippi, Bartholomaei, Matthaei, Simonis et Thaddaei: Lini, Cleti, Clementis, Xysti, Cornelii, Cypriani, Laurentii, Chrysogoni, Ionnis et Pauli, Cosmae et Damiani) et omnium Sanctorum tuorum; quorum meritis precibusque concedas, ut in omnibus protectionis tuae muniamur auxilio. Per Christum Dominum nostrum. Amen.

Pray for us doctors (and our patients). Pray especially for my fellow bloggers young Antonia and Joee Blogs as they start their medical careers.

Marriage - 8 years on

Mrs P & I were married 8 years ago yesterday in an unusual place - Rosslyn Chapel, before the misguided Mr Brown started writing about it. We had a dispensation from the late Cardinal Winning (for good pastoral reasons) to marry in the Roman Rite there (Mrs P is not a Tim, as we say up here). My friend the Black Monk married us - I'm sure Mr B would get excited about that.

We celebrated our anniversary by going up a mountain en famille (it was a Bank Holiday in Glasgow). It was The Cobbler and the boys walked really well:

Not only that but we collected about 3 pounds of brambles for bramble jelly (recipe to be posted shortly). Yum!

Marriage just gets better and better.....

Sunday, September 24, 2006

Communion On The Tongue

I have started receiving communion on the tongue for the first time in 25 years. My father and mother whilst being pretty traditional in their attitude to the faith (my mother bewailed the loss of the Classical Roman Rite and my father would travel across town to sing the plainchant settings of the Ordinary of the Mass once a month in the Church where he was baptised) both welcomed communion in the hand. I followed suit. They were faithful Catholics who genuinely believed that if a bishop (or the Bishops’ Conference) said something was for the good of your soul, who were they to argue?

I am in the midst of the The Introduction to the Devout Life at the moment and in the early chapters there is a meditation aimed at an increasing awareness of one’s own sin (cf Fr John Saward via Fr Tim) and the development of a love of Christ in the Blessed Sacrament.This has led me to an intuitive return to not receiving communion in my unworthy hands. A good priest – who buried my late mother once said to me “I have no problem holding Our Lord and giving Him to others – he has given me that power – but I do have a problem, as one unwothy, in receiving Him”. My University Chaplain on Corpus Christi one year emphasised that Christ impelled us, as the Church impells us unless we are in a state of mortal sin to “Take and eat” the Body of the Lord. He is right.

But as we hope to see Him face-to-face one day, it will not be as equals – it will be as Father and Children and a father, any father, will feed his children. He gives them the food and indeed will spoon feed his children when they are young and dependent. I wonder if that’s why the Orthdox spoon-feed the sacred species after intinction? Liturgical actions should have significance and meaning and orient us to God. It’s about Him, not us. Perhaps that’s why I have taken to taking Communion on the tongue again – an awareness that God is feeding me as a little child, one completely dependent on him.

Finally some thoughts from the from the Catholic Soldier’s Prayer Book (1942)

In receiving Holy Communion
(1) In going to the Altar-rails and returning to your place, keep your hands joined, your eyes cast down and your thoughts on Jesus Christ.

(2) When the Priest comes up to you, hold your head well up, open your mouth fairly wide and let your tongue rest on your under lip. At the same time carefully hold the Communion Plate under your chin, so as to catch the Sacred Host in case of accident.

(3) With your eyes cast down, and hands joined, go back quietly to your place and having adored and thanked Our Divine Lord for having come to you, tell Him all your troubles and desires. He is the Divine King using your heart for His throne and granting you an audience. He wants you to speak to Him in your own way. So talk to Him about yourself and your relations and friends.

The Old Rugged Cross

The Old Rugged Cross is a popular Christian song written in 1913 by the evangelist and song-leader George Bennard (1873-1958). First written for singing at summer campground meetings, several camps in both upper-Michigan and Wisconsin have a good-natured rivalry regarding the place where this classic Christian hymn was first sung. Often called a hymn, The Old Rugged Cross actually uses more of a popular song form; it has, for example, a verse/chorus pattern. [From Wiki]

At St Mungo’s this month at the midday Mass, Fr Augustine has been asking us to sing a couple of verses of The Old Rugged Cross. Now I can’t help but raise a smile at this, not because of the song but because of its associations. In the early 1990s when my father’s friends started to die off, at their funerals it became popular to ask a nice old chap who was a club turn, popular in the working men’s and catholic men’s clubs to sing The Old Rugged Cross at communion. To me he sounded like a pub singer and it was a bit of a liturgical abuse (I think the priest was a bit lax) but I can’t help but smile when I hear it.Perhaps it brings out the pub singer in me as I belt it out. I hope it doesn't put the other Mass-goers off.

It is traditionally associated with evangelical protestantism, but I can’t see an unorthodox sentiment in it (compared with some heretical hymns, I could mention). An impressive array of singers have sung it Al Green, , Elvis Presley, , Jimmy Reeves, Johnny Cash and June Carter, Merle Haggard, Patsy Cline, Loretta Lynn, Willie Nelson.
I remember best the Jim Reeves version).

In our present troubles bearing in mind the fact that the Koran denies that Jesus was indeed crucified. These sentiments should perhaps be at the forfront of our minds in prayer:

To the old rugged cross I will ever be true;
Its shame and reproach gladly bear;
Then He’ll call me some day to my home far away,
Where His glory forever I’ll share.

The Old Rugged Cross

On a hill far away stood an old rugged cross,
The emblem of suffering and shame;
And I love that old cross where the dearest and best
For a world of lost sinners was slain.

So I’ll cherish the old rugged cross,
Till my trophies at last I lay down;
I will cling to the old rugged cross,
And exchange it some day for a crown.

O that old rugged cross, so despised by the world,
Has a wondrous attraction for me;
For the dear Lamb of God left His glory above
To bear it to dark Calvary.

In that old rugged cross, stained with blood so divine,
A wondrous beauty I see,
For ’twas on that old cross Jesus suffered and died,
To pardon and sanctify me.

To the old rugged cross I will ever be true;
Its shame and reproach gladly bear;
Then He’ll call me some day to my home far away,
Where His glory forever I’ll share.

Saturday, September 23, 2006

Catholic Church's Day of Mild Irritation

In response to last week's worldwide day of Islamic rage (is there a day in the year when there isn't one?) will theCatholic Bishops of England and Wales issue a clarion call to the Catholics of the world next Sunday to demonstrate outside mosques and madrassas in a 'Day of Catholic Mild Irritation'?

I've already made my banners:

Thought these were probably more vitriolic than the Bishops would like but, hey, I'm irritated.

What do you think readers?

How To Make Sloe Gin

Pay attention now children:

Step 1: First find your sloes.

These are the fruit of the blackthorn tree – a thorny shrub, Prunus spinosa. This has white flowers in the spring. The tree produces a dark blue fruit, a bit like a small, round plum or damson., the sloe by late summer or early autumn. These bushes are widespred throughout the English countryside but less commonly found in Scotland. I have three bushes on the Union Canal near my home which produce their fruit in late September (but has produced earlier this year) Traditionally I pick mine on or about Michaelmas (29th September, you heathens) and offer a prayer to the Archangel for protection through the year.

Step 2: Pick your fruit
My bushes are quite tall so it’s helpful to have a stick to hand to pull branches down to picking level. Having a helpful wife and children is also useful.

Step 3: Sort your fruit

Back home, make the sign of the cross before you start this task. Believe me, it helps. Discard any which have broken skin or are obviouly rotten (squidgy rather than solid to the touch). Minor roughness on the skin alone does not mwarrant discarding.Wash the fruit and place of a flat surface (a baking tray is good). Now the labourious part – each sloe must be pricked with a fork of sharp knife once or twice.

Step 4:Weigh your fruit.
Fill your sealable jars about a quarter to a third full with fruit.Take them out again and weigh them then return them to the jar with an equivalent weight of caster sugar.

Step 5: GIN

Now fill the jar to the brim with gin. It doesn’t need to be expensive (Sainbury’s London Dry Gin will do fine). Gordon’s or Plymouth is OK but there is no particular benefit in using a more expensive gin. DON’T use aromatic gins like Bombay Sapphire as the flavour will interfere with the purpose of the exercise which is to infuse the relatively neutral taste of the gin with the flavour of the sloes.Over the next day or so agitate the jars gently to get an even distribution of sugar throughout the jar so it dissolves.

Step 6: Leave it!

When the sugar is all dissolved, seal the jars and leave for three months. Over the next three months pray to the major saints of the period: The Archangels, St Jerome, St Therese, Our Lady of the Rosary, St Bruno(Carthusians are not averse to strong drink – cf Fr Tim), The Guardian Angels, St Margaret Mary (connection with the blackthorn and the crown of thorns), St Luke (this IS medicinal), All Saints, All Souls, St Martin de Porres, St Albertus Magnus (a great botanist), St Andrew and St Margaret St Nicholas, St Mary Immaculate, St John of the Cross. Conveniently this means the gin will be ready for Christmas Day.

Step 7: Drink it
This makes the perfect apperatif for Christmas Day. Fill a glass about a sixth full with sloe gin. Add ice and fill to the brim with Indian tonic. Some people like lemon with sloe gin, but I feel it disguises the flavour and sloe gin is ALL about the flavour. Offer a prayer of thanksgiving to the Incarnate Word.

A toast: Her Majesty the Queen and His Holiness Pope Benedict XVI.


This year I’ve also made 0.5L of sloe vodka for the father of one of my goddaughters (who is the godfather of Paulinus Minor Minor). Gin makes him maudlin.

NB for Muslim readers: Sloe Gin is HARAM, but then you could always convert to Catholicism

Thursday, September 21, 2006


BBC, NY Times and Guardian Appear to Have Stage-Managed Muslim Anti-Pope Hatred

The BBC - actions and consequences.

A nun dead and goodness ony knows what suffering as a result of manufactured anger.

Hat tip Frs Finigan and Finnegan

"The Protest Outside Regent's Park Mosque Passed Off Peacefully" - BBC

As if.....

Biretta Tip DfH

Tuesday, September 19, 2006

The Rocky Horror Rite of Appeasement of Offended Muslims

Womnypriest (for it she): Allahu akbar! and welcome to St Julian the Apostate’s (shortly to be renamed the Sheikh Omar Bakri Mohammed Multifaith Centre) for this special service (in the light of recent events) to apologise to our brothers in the Muslim community for our very existence. We welcome especially, our local Imam - Dr Abdul Bari Saladinthefridge

A man in Arab robes with Ray-Ban shades, several large bodyguards and a loudhailer steps forward.

Womnypriest: Salaam aleikum!
Mullah: Asaleikum salaam, you filthy witch of Satan.

Womnypriest: errrrrrrrrr…..riiight. Thank you.
Deaconness: Now for our first worship song:

Allah! Allah!
Allah in the morning, Allah in the noontime
Allah! Allah!
Allah when the sun goes down

Jihad! Jihad!
Jihad in the morning, jihad in the noontime
Jihad! Jihad!
Jihad when the sun goes down

The Reproaches

Womynpriest: We acknowledge that we have caused offence. We are not quite sure what for but it is clear our Muslim friends are offended about something or other.
Congregation: We have been bad
Mullah: Yes, you have been very bad

Womynpriest: We acknowledge that horrible Nazi kraut (not that I’m xenophobic or anything) Ratzinger has been really culturally insensitive in calling the Religion of Peace a bit prone to errr ….non-peaceful situations and stuff.
Congregation: We have been bad
Mullah: Yes, you have been very bad

Womynpriest: We acknowledge that we live in a Little Satan, the poodle of the Great Satan, and we have done wicked things to every Muslim, everywhere, all the time.
Congregation: We have been bad
Mullah: Yes, you have been very bad

Womynpriest: The Middle East – what can I say? It’s ALL OUR FAULT AND WE ARE VERY, VERY SORRY!
Congregation: We have been bad
Mullah: Yes, you have been very bad

Womynpriest: We acknowledge that we are all Crusaders in thrall to George W Bush, the Chief Satan and that everything we have done has been against the words of the Prophet (peace be upon him)
Congregation: We have been bad
Mullah: Yes, you have been very bad

Womynpriest: We acknowledge that we should live under Shariah Law applicable to everyone here in the United Kingdom. Hey – it’s for OUR OWN GOOD.
Congregation: We have been bad
Mullah: Yes, you have been very bad

The Stoning of the Communion Table

A picture of Pope Benedict will now be placed upon the communion table-altar-thingy (from which the abstract sculpture – a piece of filthy idolatry - has been removed). The congregation will now circle the table throwing rocks at the picture of the Pope (stones previously used in the Creative Liturgy will do fine for this). The congregation will try their best not to trample each other to death.

As the people move round they may sing the following worship song by St Bob of Dylan:

Well, they'll stone ya when you're trying to be so good,
They'll stone ya just a-like they said they would.
They'll stone ya when you're tryin' to go home.
Then they'll stone ya when you're there all alone.
But I would not feel so all alone,
Everybody must get stoned.

Copyright © 1966; renewed 1994 Dwarf Music

The Collection of the Jizya

Womynpriest: As dhimmis we need to support the Ummah in its charitable endeavours. A collection will be taken. Please give generously (about 80% of your weekly wage should suffice). This money will go to worthy projects such as the provision of madrassas in Waziristan, the supply of rope for Shariah-related purposes in Iran, the purchase of (purely defensive) Kassam rockets by our Hizbollah brethren in Lebanon, or pensions for families of desperate young people driven to self-combustion on the Underground.

A collection is now taken by the burly bodyguards. Give generously. We know where you live.

The Donning of The Burqa

Womynpriest and deaconess: As womyn we need to be liberated from the filthy capitalist Western habits of wearing clothes which inflame the passions of men (such as the trouser suits so beloved of Sr Joan Chittester – peace be upon her). As feminists we see the burqa as liberating for us – a piece of personal space in which we can live and be ourselves.

Mullah: Get on with it, witch.

The womynpriest and deaconess put on their rather fetching burqas.

Congregation: Yeah! Right on sisters!

The Call to Prayer

At this point, some of Dr Saladinthefridge’s associates will join the remaining members of the congregation. These will be young men with their faces covered by kaffiyehs – do not be afraid, they are peaceloving people. The lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender and female members of the congregation will be removed for some catechesis.
(The Womynpriest and the Deaconess will be led away to an adjoining room for 100 lashes for being out of the house unaccompanied by an adult male relative. Their muffled cries are unlikely to be heard above the shouting – see below)

For the next few hours, Dr Saladinthefridge will lead the congregation in a worship chant:

Mullah: Allahu akbar!
Congregation: Allahu akbar!
Mullah: Death to America!
Congregation: Death to America!
Mullah: Death to Israel!
Congregation: Death to Israel!
Mullah: Death to Britain!
Congregation: Steady on!
Congregation: OK, OK Death to Britain!
Mullah: Death to George Bush!
Congregation: Absolutely!
Mullah: Death to Tony Blair!
Congregation: Ditto!
Mullah: Death to Graham Norton!
Congregation: Eh?!

Etc etc for the next few hours

Israeli flags, Crosses of St George, Union flags, Stars and Stripes, effigies of the Pope or churches may be burned at any point.

Sunday, September 17, 2006

A Glasgow Catholic's Robust View of the Muslim Anger at the Pope's Lecture

We're sorry if you are offended. We are not sorry the Holy Father said what he said, because he was speaking the truth.

Take a good long look in the mirror, then get over it.

Friday, September 15, 2006

God Bless Our Pope, The Great, The Good

Muslim anger grows at Pope speech

Hardly a news story is it? Muslims offended. Is there anything that doesn’t offend Muslims? They seem to have a very low offence threshold. Or do they? I worked today with three Muslims, devout, good people who know I am a Catholic. Didn't seem that angry to me. No effigy burning in outpatients and St Mungo's looked to be still standing as I drove past. I suspect their "community leaders" are something of an embarrassment to them.

Don't they get the irony of it? You couldn't make this up:

"Anyone who describes Islam as a religion as intolerant encourages violence"
- Pakistan Foreign Ministry spokeswoman Tasnim Aslam.

Riiiiiiiiiiiiight (as Dr Evil would say)

Just for the record, I don’t think the Holy Father went quite far enough. He could quite easily have mentioned all those verses in the Koran and the Haditha which urge the followers of Muhammed to violence, plunder, rapine, kidnapping and slavery. It makes pretty unpleasant reading, as Cardinal Pell recently pointed out.

Of course Islam is a religion of peace, as the media keep telling us. Meanwhile in other news:

Terror suspect is sent for trial

Muslims jailed for killing Hindus

Indian town seething with anger

'Taleban' held in Pakistan clinic

Plot suspect 'happy' after 9/11

Man, 19, charged under Terror Act

Pray tonight for our Catholic brethren in lands under the shadow of the crescent.

Tuesday, September 12, 2006

A Cappuccino for Christendom

Every wondered why Islamists chose 11th September to attack the WTC and today to attack the American Embassy in Damascus?

Might have something to do with the Battle of Vienna after which took place over these days. The honour obsessed Islamists clearly are still irked that Europe saved itself from Turkish and Muslim rule and decisively defeated the forces of Islam. Alas, this is a long battle, the latest phase of which we are in at the moment. A fuller treatment of the battle can be found HERE

Two figures stand out in this battle: Jan Sobieski III, the last great King of Poland who commanded the Christain forces and threw back the Ottomans from what was to be the furthest extent of their aggressive campaign to overrun Europe and extend the caliphate (a recurring theme in Islamist expansion) . Pope Innocent XI described him as the "Saviour of Vienna and Western European civilization."

A chaplain at Vienna was the Capuchin friar, Blessed Marco D'Aviano, whose exortation to prayer (especially the Rosary) and fasting was credited as the spiritual strength that gave the Christian forces victory. Blessed Marco was beatified in 2003. Legend has it that the cappuccino gets its name from the friar who mixed the bitter coffee left behind by the fleeing Turks with honey and hot milk. The Holy See has a good summary of his life HERE.

So if you want to do anything to uphold Christendom and defend the West against Islamism, pray the Rosary and drink a cappuccino (though not necessarily at the same time) . Abd remember Blessed Marco.

Monday, September 11, 2006

Month of the Holy Cross #3

September is traditionally given over to devotion to the Holy Rood

As they were looking on, so we too gaze on his wounds as he hangs. We see his blood as he dies. We see the price offered by the redeemer, touch the scars of his resurrection. He bows his head, as if to kiss you. His heart is made bare open, as it were, in love to you. His arms are extended that he may embrace you. His whole body is displayed for your redemption. Ponder how great these things are. Let all this be rightly weighed in your mind: as he was once fixed to the cross in every part of his body for you, so he may now be fixed in every part of your soul.

-St Augustine

11th September 2001

Regquiem aeternam dona eis Domine; et lux perpetua luceat eis. Requiescant in pace. Amen.

Thursday, September 07, 2006

The Place To Be

The place to be this week is St Mungo’s Church, Townhead in Glasgow.

St Mungo’s is home to a great Passionist community (its confessors are exemplary) and Fr Paul Francis CP of Laus Crucis fame and this week is their Novena in Honour of Our Lady of Sorrows:

Our Lady of Sorrows Novena
The Solemn Novena in honour of Our Lady of Sorrows begins on Thursday, 7 September and continues until Friday, 15 September. The Novena Service, which includes Mass, is at 12.15 and 7.30 p.m. on weekdays, 12.15 and 6.00 p.m. on Saturday, and 12.00 noon and 7.00 p.m. on Sunday. Petition forms and prayer leaflets are available at the church door. During the novena, there is no 6.00 p.m. Mass, except on Saturday.

Details are HERE

The prayers for the Novena are HERE on Laus Crucis

In the midst of this there will be Mass in the Old Rite at 11am on Saturday the 9th September in the presence of His Grace Archbishop Mario Conti. This is organised by Una Voce Scotland who will have their AGM thereafter.

I, alas, will miss this liturgical treat as I will be away with the family and some chums in almost Carthusian seclusion in the family cottage in the Scottish borders. Mass will have to wait until Sunday evening when we get back. Glaswegians are lucky in that there is always the 9pm Mass on a Sunday at St Aloysius', Garnethill. Is this the latest Sunday Mass in the UK?

Wednesday, September 06, 2006

The Rocky Horror Rite of Consecration of a Creative Liturgy Space

from Dissent is good! The St Joan of Arc Creative Liturgy Resource

The womynpriest (for it is she): In the Name of the She-God, the Good Bloke and the Heavenly Flame.

People (of God): Amen. (or it could be “Yo” or “Right on, sister!” or “Nice rainbow stole, by the way”)

The womynpriest: Hullo! And welcome to St Julian the Apostate’s newly ordered liturgical space. Now for our opening hymn: Bind Us As One

Bind us as one, Diety,
bind us together with cords
that cannot be broken.(lalalaaaahh!)
Bind us as one, Diety,
bind us together,
bind us together with love.

We are a family of chums,
We’re full of Modernist hope,
We don’t like Latin and incense,
We’d like a woman as Pope. (Na!Na!Na!Na!Naaaaaaaahh!)

Let us pray: Ultimate Ground Of Our Being, bless us as, in the spirit of Blessed Thomas Cromwell, we put on the bonfire any unpleasant reminders of our patriarchal past: Missals with their really quite unacceptable rubrics; Chasubles (especially fiddlebacks); thuribles (we have nice ethnic burners now, thank you very much!!); aspergillums; copes (we can cope very well, so long as we have trained counsellors); bells (Daphne brought back a lovely Buddhist gong from Vietnam, so we’ll use that for our Zen Mass) and fixed altars (a symbol of an immovable patriarchy)

Helpers from the community will carry out all the OLD liturgical junk and dump it on the bonfire to much rejoicing and spontaneous liturgical dancing. A chant may be sung such as:

“Out with the old, in with the new
‘Cos you know that that’s just what Jesus would do!”

Blessing of the Liturgical Space:

Deaconess (for it is she): Sisters and brothers – think positive thoughts about the new objects we have purchased so reasonably from Tradecraft:

People: Indeedy-doody, we will.

Deaconess: This multicoloured cloth symbolises that people of many colours and hues are part of this here Faith Community black people, brown people, gay people, the marginalised and the oppressed. We even have a few middle class white people, such as myself and, er, most (sorry, that should be all) of the other people here. Still we’re very open, and that’s the most important thing, isn’t it?
People: Ommmmmm – positive thoughts, positive thoughts

This ethnic handcrafted cup and saucer (or may, grudgingly, say chalice and paten) is a sign of our solidarity with all the poor workers of the earth.
People: Ommmmmm – positive thoughts, positive thoughts

These multicoloured candles (thanks so much for making them Phoebe) are a sign of light in a dark patriarchal world and so much more jolly than those phallic, uniform WHITE ones (if you know what I’m saying)
People: Ommmmmm – positive thoughts, positive thoughts

This abstract sculpture – use your imagination – it could mean anything (and indeed, who am I to impose meaning on anything?)
People: Ommmmmm – positive thoughts, positive thoughts

Finally this here guitar, with which we will play our final worship song: Chaplaincies of London

Have you seen Monsignor
In the closed-down chapel
Kicking up the Ordo,
with his worn out shoes?
In his eyes you see no pride
And held loosely at his side
Yesterday's Tablet telling yesterday's news

So how can you tell me you're lonely,
And say for you that the sun don't shine?
Let me take you by the hand and lead you to the Chaplaincies of London
Creative liturgy will make you change your mind

Deaconess: This liturgical happening is now over – go in peace and have a nice day.

People: Thanks for that, Daphne.

Deaconess: No problemo.

Month of the Holy Cross #2

September is traditionally given over to devotion to the Holy Rood

How marvelous the power of the cross; how great beyond all telling the glory of the passion. Here is the judgment-seat of the Lord, the condemnation of the world, the supremacy of Christ crucified.
-From a sermon by Leo the Great,5th century

Tuesday, September 05, 2006

Dead Commies

Fr Richtsteig (scroll down to August 10th) hits the nail on the head when he sees middle class halfwits running around with images of a mass killer on their cars. I have a similar reaction when I see grinning buffoons sporting Ernesto ‘Che’ Guevara on their t-shirts. What next? T shirts with Harold Shipman, Fred West or Jeffrey Dahmer?

This would make a good t shirt to wear on campus:

As Roger Scruton says on the bibliography of another dead Commie:

Gramsci, Antonio, Selections from the Prison Notebooks ed. Hoare and Smith, New York 1971, sacred text of 1968, written by one of the few Communist Party leaders who never had a chance to kill anyone…..


Monday, September 04, 2006

Month of the Holy Cross #1

September is traditionally given over to devotion to the Holy Rood

By the cross all these things have been set aright...
It is a seal that the destroyer may not strike us,
a raising up of those who lie fallen,
a support for those who stand,
a staff for the infirm,
a crook for the shepherded,
a guide for the wandering,
a perfecting of the advanced,
salvation for soul and body,
a deflector of all evils,
a cause of all goods,
a destruction of sin,
a plant of resurrection,
and a tree of eternal life.
-St John Damascene

Scots Inculturation of Holy Writ - The Pitfalls

This is what happens when you allow free rein to translations of Scripture (or liturgical texts, for that matter)

Following a conversation with The Boy last night we thought it might be fun to rewrite some biblical passages for the yoof of today.

Here is the first attempt the Story of Jesus and Zaccheaus

Jesus and Zac

Jesus an the bhoys wur goin doon tae Jericho tae find some burds an drink their carry oot. In Jericho there wiz a wee fella called Zaccheaus who wurked fur the cooncil collecting the taxes, noo cos he wiz eh taxman he was right loaded but erywan thought he wiz a bit o a dobber and as a result he wiz a pure billy nae mates. He wiz also a bit of a shortarse and couldnae see very well when Jesus an the young team stoated intae toon. Cos the hale place wis stowed out.

Tae get oer this he ran up ahead and shimmied up a tree. When Jesus stoated by he saw the wee man up and tree and shouted Aw Zac, get yer bahookie doon here ya wee naf, wur tae your hoose fur wur fish suppers,.

On hearing this Zac thought ya dancer and git doon quick smart. However ithers wur a wee bit scunnered aboot this in said whits the score here? How comes yer going tae that wee shites hoose?

On hearing this Zac said tae the Big Man Look Jesus, heres the score. Ahll gie hauwf of whit ah hiv tae aw them dole scum and single mammies an if ah;ve screwed anywan over ahll sort it oot, right? An ah might en sort em oot wi a wee bit extra. Whit dae ye say?

Jesus said "well ats jist pure dead brilliant by the way, ye see folks he used tae be a wee basturt but now weve sorted him oot, ma da ill be dead chuffed in aw"

Friday, September 01, 2006

The Land Of The Free And The Home Of The Blog

Today, apparently is World bBloggers Day. Here are some links from over the pond. Two priestly blogs: What Does The Prayer Really Say by Fr. John T. Zuhlsdorf and Fr Stephanos, a gyrovague if ever there was one.

Then some lay blogs:The Recovering Dissenter; Adoro Te Devote; Angela Messenger; The lovely Pew Lady and finally The Cavemen

Bless your blogs.