The unknown history of Eucharistic Prayer II from Louis Boyer via Rorate Cæli.
(It's worse than you thought.)
"[A] man . . .the other day pointed out that I was never bored. I hadn’t thought of that before, but it’s true: I’m never bored. I’m appalled, horrified, angered, but never bored. The world appears to me so infinite in its variety that many lifetimes could not exhaust its interest. So long as you can still be surprised, you have something to be thankful for." -Theodore Dalrymple
The unknown history of Eucharistic Prayer II from Louis Boyer via Rorate Cæli.
Fr Blake on Cardinal Burke's demotion and where we are today:
So according to rumours Cardinal Burke is off to become Cardinal-Patron of the Order of Malta. It is hardly surprising considering his opposition to the new orthodoxies. If anyone has presented himself as the 'loyal opposition' it is Burke. Magister points out that he unlike many other Curial Cardinals has maintained his integrity and that is what I have heard from Rome. He is a Nathanael, 'an Israelite without guile'. Others might jockey for position, like renaissance princes, playing the Machiavellian games that are as much part of the Roman scene today as they were five hundred or a thousand years ago.
Ratzinger might well have appointed his enemies to key positions, so long as they could hold an intellectual position together but things are different now, broken corpses are now on display in the city squares. It is not necessary for the Prince to say anything, or even to know his policies, it is actions that are important and being part of his party.
Labels: Blithering idiom
It's September now and time for all of those religious institutes that don't believe in Purgatory to start trolling for money so they can "remember" my loved ones on All Souls Day.
Labels: Eschatology without anxiety
. . . . we've finally got the garden looking presentable. Fortunately, the summer lasts a good deal longer here than in most places. September can be the hottest month of the year and often is.
Labels: Puttering about in the garden
At the Tea at Trianon twitter feed this morning Mrs Vidal reminds us of the September Martyrs of the French revolution. The citation to the original page seems to have moved, but this is the original article here.
In 1790, the revolutionary government of France enacted a law denying Papal authority over the Church in France. The French clergy were required to swear an oath to uphold this law and submit to the Republic. . . .The revolutionary leaders’ primary target was the aristocracy, but by 1792, their attention turned to the Church, especially the non-jurors within it.
. . . . The mob called out, “Archbishop of Arles!” Archbishop John du Lau of Arles (Jean-Marie du Lau d’Alleman) was praying in the chapel. When summoned, he came out and he said, “I am he whom you seek.” Thereupon, they cracked his skull, stabbed him and trampled him underfoot. Then the leader set up a “tribunal” before which the imprisoned were herded and commanded to take the oath. All refused; so, as they passed down the stairway, they were hacked to pieces by the murderers.
The bishop of Beauvais had earlier been wounded in the leg. When summoned, he answered, “I do not refuse to die with the others, but I cannot walk. I beg you to have the kindness to carry me where you wish me to go.” For a moment, his courtesy silenced the assassins. But, when he, too, refused the oath, he was killed like the rest.
The Christians in Iraq are in a desperate situation. (For reference, see Rorate Cæli which has done much to bring attention to the genocide of these people.) Please consider Catholic Near East Welfare Association who are able to help with some of our brother Christians' immediate needs.
No doubt you were up at 3:30 a.m. last Saturday brewing pots of tea and frying up bacon and eggs so as to breakfast with the livestream of The World Pipe Band Competition last Saturday. Of course you were.
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Three short paragraphs from Jerry Pournelle:
Perhaps the President will call off a fundraiser or two and pay some attention to the situation in the Middle East? The time to have been sending in support for the Kurds has passed; now they are under direct attack from the Caliphate. It will take more than Navy and Marine air strikes to assure the survival of Kurdistan.
This crisis has been building ever since Bremer the Unsuccessful disbanded the Baathist Iraqi Army, and anyone who has not seen it coming ought to be dismissed as being incapable of service to the United States. Fortunately a number of officers have known this day would come, and we can hope they have been able to make some preparations; but it will be a near thing.
It is not too late for a combination of US Special Forces and CIS, with plenty of logistic support, to work with the Kurds to roll back the Caliphate; but whether we have the will to do so is another matter. If Iraqi Kurdistan falls, the Middle East situation become more serious than it has been for a long time. American meddling has brought about this result; we have a moral obligation to restabilize and then get out. I have little confidence that the President understands this.
We've seen the news elsewhere in several places but it made page 2 in the Wall Street Journal this morning. EWTN is establishing an outpost in California, indeed right in The OC on the campus of the new cathedral. It says so here.
On a recent day, the campus was buzzing with construction, even as visitors toured the grounds. "Disney donated those bells," said docent Mary Susa, pointing out a cluster of golden bells affixed to one tower. "But they're plastic and they don't ring."I do hope that isn't symbolic of . . . oh, anything at all.
Labels: Semi-ecclesiastical miscellany
Labels: Tenete Traditiones
An actress was being interviewed on the radio as I was driving home from Mass this afternoon. I don't remember the name; it wasn't familiar to me. But apparently she is well-known to the rest of the radio-listening population for acting in a television series, probably British, in which she plays a Danish detective who wears a sweater.
The last day of Qaraqosh’s time as a Christian town, a time almost as old as Christianity itself, began with a mortar shell at nine in the morning.
It came through the roof of Melad and Marven Abdullah’s house on Wednesday, killing them instantly. Melad was nine; his cousin, Marven, four. The mortar struck Marven in the head as it landed. They found his arms and feet, crushed against the wall, but nothing else.
The family’s next-door neighbour, Enam Eshoo, had popped in to deliver some fresh drinking water; she too died where she fell.
The day ended with an order to evacuate. Within a couple of hours, the city’s tens of thousands of inhabitants were crowding the road to Kurdistan, fighting with troops manning checkpoints, trying to find shelter where they could.
The streets of the capital Erbil’s newly Christian suburb, Ainkawa, swelled by exiles from ten years of punishing terror and oppression in northern Iraq, are now full of stunned and helpless people. They are camping on the floors of church halls, in a building site, in the street. An old woman was sleeping in a flower bed. Another begged for help.
V.That there may be peace to thy Church and to the whole world,
R. We entreat thee, O Lord.
This writer thinks so. and he makes some good points.
. . . .Trollope could truly develop a character throughout a book, making them far more believable than Dickens’, who would change their outcomes on public demand. Trollope’s work can seem like the broadsheet press, compared to Dickens’ tabloid. Trollope’s own economic hardship further lent him a uniquely realist portrayal of money. To quote W.H. Auden, “Of all novelists in any country, Trollope best understands the role of money. Compared with him, even Balzac is too romantic”.I probably agree, at least so far as my own enjoyment goes. But I can't help thinking the competition framework is a mistake. They're different, not better or worse.
In 1868, Trollope was persuaded to stand as a Liberal candidate for Beverley, deemed the most corrupt constituency in the country. He came last, following votes being bought by the two Conservative candidates, and spent £400 on his election campaign. This experience gave him great insight into the Victorian political world, accurately translated into his work in books such as The Palliser Chronicles and his 1875 masterpiece The Way We Live Now. . . .
Labels: Puttering about on the internet
Anna parens sublimis Dominæ,
quæ est mater misericordiæ,
gemma lucens cælestis curiæ,
te veneramur amore Filiæ.
Anna, mother of that eminent LadySome prayers to St Anne for her feast day.
who is the Mother of Mercy,
the bright gem of the celestial court,
we venerate thee with the love of thy daughter.
-- Magnificat antiphon in the Carmelite office of Vespers for the feast of St Ann
You ask how to pray well. The answer is, Pray often, in season and out of season, against yourself, in spite of yourself. There is no other way. What a man of prayer St. James, the Apostle must have been since his knees became like those of a camel! When shall we religious realize the power for good that prayer, constant, unflagging prayer, puts into our hands Did it ever strike you that when our Lord pointed out the ”fields white for the harvest”, He did not urge His Apostle to go and reap it, but to pray?Fr Doyle was a Jesuit and chaplain to the 16th Irish Brigade in the 1st World War. There is a movement for his canonisation (not officially begun, so far as I can tell) and a very fine website dedicated to him here. And he has been mentioned in The Inn a few times, here and here for example.
Labels: Sine omissione orate
Friday, August 1, 2014More here.
This was the day chosen by the Priestly Fraternity of Saint Peter (FSSP) for a worldwide day of Public Adoration of Our Lord Jesus Christ in the Blessed Sacrament in supplication for our persecuted brethren in Iraq, Syria, and the Middle East. . . .
O God, who makest wars to cease, and, by thy powerful defence, dost defeat the foes of them that put their trust in Thee; assist thy servants who implore thy mercy, that the fierceness of their enemies being overthrown, we may praise Thee with ceaseless thanksgiving. Through Christ our Lord.
We beseech Thee, O Lord, mercifully to hear the prayers of Thy Church, that all adversities and errors being done away, she may serve Thee in freedom and quietness. Through Christ our Lord.
Almighty God, despise not Thy people who cry to Thee in their affliction; but for the glory of Thy name mercifully assist them in their tribulation. Through Christ our Lord.
O God, who art the lover of peace, and preserver of charity; grant unto all our enemies true peace and charity; and vouchsafe unto them remission of all their sins, and by Thy mighty power deliver us from their snares. Through Christ our Lord.
That somewhat cryptic headline is meant to indicate that the Priestly Fraternity of St Peter will now have an apostolate in the Archdiocese of Los Angeles. Alas, since the Archdiocese runs from the Orange County line all the way up to the northern most border of Santa Barbara County the chances of the apostolate being anywhere near you or me is minimal . . . even allowing for the expansive definition of "near" which Californians and westerners in general have. Nevertheless, it's worth at least a privately-prayed Te Deum to have an established apostolate dedicated to the traditional liturgy here in the Archdiocese.
Labels: Tenete Traditiones
If you happen to frequent the Anthony Trollope webpage, you know that you can subscribe to the Anthony Trollope quote of the week. Not usually riotously funny, if that's what you were hoping for. But usually insightful enough into human nature -- or at least my human nature -- as to give a start of recognition.
"He did not find in the contemplation of his grievance all that solace which a grievance usually gives."Indeed.
-The Small House at Allington
"In ordinary life events are so unfrequent, and when they do arrive they give such a flavour of salt to hours which are generally tedious, that sudden misfortunes come as godsends, almost even when they happen to ourselves."Almost.
Their feast day is today in the Carmelite calendar. The best source for their story is William Bush's "To Quell the Terror". You can find it here. (Note that it's half price until September; it's well-worth your $8.48)
Deus, qui ob invictam in tuo amore constantiam beatam Teresiam et socias eius de vertice Carmeli ad martyrii coronam vocasti: tribue quæsumus, ut, te fideliter diligentes, ad contemplandam speciem tuæ celsitudinis perducamur. Per Dominum nostrum. Amen.
Abebooks not only sells books but writes about them every now and again. Today's essay is on Things Found in Books.
There is an old story to the effect that many men continued to live on Mount Camel in the spirit of the holy Prophets Elijah and Elisha. And that those of them who were of the times of Saint John Baptist were made ready by his preaching to accept the Messiah. And that when the Apostles were filled with the Spirit upon the holy day of Pentecost, and spake with diverse tongues, and worked miracles by calling upon the Name of Jesus (which is above every name), these Carmelites, seeing and being assured of the truth, straightway embraced the Faith of the Gospel. And that on account of their singular love toward the Blessed Virgin, (who was personally known to them as a familiar friend,) they paid her the respect of building her a little chapel, (the first which was ever raised in her honour, ) which same stood on that part of Mount Carmel whence the servant of Elijah had in old days espied that manifest type of the Virgin, whereof he spake, saying: Behold, there ariseth a little cloud out of the sea, like a man’s hand.
To this new chapel they repaired oftentimes, day by day, and in their liturgy honoured the blessed Virgin as the particular guardian of their community. For this reason they came to be everywhere called the Brethren of Blessed Mary, of Mount Carmel. Now it would seem that this her name and protection are not the only gifts which this Virgin Lady bountiful hath given them. For it is believed that she gave them also the badge of the Holy Scapular which is said to have been bestowed on blessed Simon Stock the Englishman. This same is a certain holy vesture which hath become the special mark of this Order, whereby Carmelites trust that they are harnessed against all assaults. Moreover, in olden times, when as yet this Order was unknown in Europe, and not a few were importuning Honorius III to put an end to it, the gracious Virgin Mary (so it is said) appeared by night to the said Honorius, and flatly commanded him to shew kindness to the Order and to the men belonging thereto.
Many godly persons believe that it is not in this world only that the blessed Virgin hath marked with her favour this Order which pleaseth her so well, but in the next world also. For there her power and mercy have freer scope than here. And so they most surely trust that all who belong to the Guild of the Scapular if they have practised what is enjoined on them, (that is, a certain easy rule of abstinence, faithfulness in brief daily prayers, and the keeping of chastity according to their state of life,) are comforted by her motherly love while they are being cleansed in purgatory, and by her help are borne forward towards their home in heaven more quickly than others. Thus this Order (because it cherisheth these things as so many and so great gifts) hath instituted today’s feast as a solemn Commemoration of the Blessed Virgin Mary, to be made year after year in perpetual observance thereof.
O God, who didst adorn the Order of Carmel with the special title of thy most blessed Mother, the ever Virgin Mary, graciously grant that we who celebrate her Commemoration this day with solemn observances, by the help of her succour, may be worthy to attain unto everlasting joys: Who livest and reignest, etc. Amen.
I have been called to account for failing in The Inn's self-appointed task of alerting all and sundry to the approach of Friday the 13th. (Well, with the demise of Pogo someone had to.) And this month Friday the 13th fell particularly inauspiciously on a Friday. That was 4 days ago and your servant failed in his mission. No mention in The Inn. Even Homer nods and your servant isn't even Helen Steiner Rice.
Humility is the first of the virtues, so say the spiritual writers. Pipers, I'm told, are also occasionally in need of lessons in humility. One James Ritchie received such on 6 April 1739 in a petition from his father to the Town Councillors who employed James Smith as their town piper:
Unto the Council of Peebles shews your ser[vant] John Ritchie That whereas I have put my son to learn to play on the pipes to your piper he not being fit for other work, and I not being able to buy him a pair of pipes Beseeches your Honours to give me some small thing to the end fore[said].
The Council grants Warrant to their treasurer to give the petitioner John Ritchie five Shillings Ster for the use mentioned in the petition.
Labels: Ecclesia Hiberniæ
The LORD is King, be the people never so impatient; * he sitteth between the Cherubim, be the earth never so unquiet.
-- Ps 99
Let us stress the words "He began to feel dread and to be exceedingly troubled," and "His sweat became as drops of blood running down upon the ground." It is the horror of the Redeemer before sin, not only before the Passion and death as such, but before the fact that all this must be endured in expiation for our sins, and that He was meant to take them upon Himself and be responsible for them. How terrible it must have been is shown by the other words He speaks in prayer: "Father, all things are possible to Thee. Remove this cup from me." What was to come went against the Redeemer's whole being; not only because death is a revolt against the will to live, but because sin is a revolt against God. His third exclamation is "Yet not what I will but what Thou willest."
The Worst part of sin is its hiddenness. It hides everywhere: under the pretense that it is something natural, that it is something unavoidable, and that the power, gravity, or tragedy of life is expressed by it. If we are witnesses here of Christ's fate, our eyes are opened wide to this pretense.
The hour of absinthe is over. We shall not be much further troubled with the little artists who found Dickens too sane for their sorrows and too clean for their delights. But we have a long way to travel before we get back to what Dickens meant; and the passage is along an English rambling road — a twisting road such as Mr. Pickwick travelled. But this at least is part of what he meant: that comradeship and serious joy are not interludes in our travel, but that rather our travels are interludes in comradeship and joy, which, through God, shall endure for ever. The inn does not point to the road: the road points to the inn. And all roads point at last to an ultimate inn, where we shall meet Dickens and all his characters. And when we drink again it shall be from the great flagons in the tavern at the end of the world.
Labels: Comradeship and serious joy
Red wine is the best thing for you since penicillin. Mrs Vidal cites the relevant Telegraph article here in the always interesting Tea at Trianon. There we find that the fruit of the vine improves your balance, sharpens up the brain, keeps the weight off, and even chases away the bed bugs. And Hilaire Belloc knew that
Catholic men who live upon wine
Are deep in the water, and frank, and fine.
Wherever I travel I find it so,
Labels: 1 Timothy 5:23
Work to restore the medieval tower at Drum Castle, 12 miles west of Aberdeen on Royal Deeside, has revealed a secret chamber where a Jacobite hero of the Battle of Culloden hid out for three years . . . .
Labels: Of Jacobite Interest
Lovely cool day in southern California --for a change -- where I am ensconced in the center bleachers watching the pipe band competitions. The grade V heat sa just finished.Prediction: the Blandfords have won this one. Caution: my predictions are notoriously unreliable. More later; the grade IVs are starting.
The annual Sliabh Bán Pilgrimage in Co Roscommon takes place today.So says the Shannonside News page. And it points out that it will probably be the last one. The powers-that-be have decided to install a herd of wind turbines that will effectively block it off.
Sliabh Bán hill lies between Strokestown and Ballyleague, and the pilgrimage follows the route taken by monks who lived in Cloontuskert Abbey founded by St Brendan and St Faithleach in 520 AD.
Sliabh Bán and its southern ridge Fairymount are both an intrinsic part of the Cruachan complex of archaeological sites near Tulsk, identified as the site the traditional capital of Connacht, and are named in the epic Táin Bó Cúalnge.Read the rest here.
The mountain has at least seven ring forts on its slopes, two near the summit. Most of these are now visible only on the old maps, as Coillte planted spruce trees on and around them in the period before this became illegal.
Further testimony that the mountain was a place of religious significance in prehistoric and mythic times was uncovered by the local people who erected the cross on the summit in the Marian year of 1950; they discovered ancient bones when they were digging the foundations.
Sliabh Bán is threaded by an ancient walkway which connects Cloontuskert Abbey on its east, and Lisonuffy Abbey to its west. It was used by monks passing between the two establishments. In 2003 the path was cleared and made passable again in accordance with the 1840 map of the area, with the help of a FAS Community work scheme.
Coillte supported the FAS scheme that cleared the monastic track. However they have recently destroyed a section of it once again by widening an access road.
There is a 17th century Mass Rock on Sliabh Bán, and in 2002/3 a route to it was cleared by a FAS scheme in association with the local community. A photo and directions to it are available in the ‘Walking Through Time’ pamphlet. It is sited very near to a proposed turbine and it it doubtful whether it would survive the construction process: its peace and sanctity certainly would not.