Friday, April 29, 2011
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Sunday, April 24, 2011
Saturday, April 23, 2011
"Something strange is happening – there is a great silence on earth today, a great silence and stillness. The whole earth keeps silence because the King is asleep. The earth trembled and is still because God has fallen asleep in the flesh and he has raised up all who have slept ever since the world began. God has died in the flesh and hell trembles with fear.
He has gone to search for our first parent, as for a lost sheep. Greatly desiring to visit those who live in darkness and in the shadow of death, he has gone to free from sorrow the captives Adam and Eve, he who is both God and the son of Eve. The Lord approached them bearing the cross, the weapon that had won him the victory. At the sight of him Adam, the first man he had created, struck his breast in terror and cried out to everyone: “My Lord be with you all.” Christ answered him: “And with your spirit.” He took him by the hand and raised him up, saying: “Awake, O sleeper, and rise from the dead, and Christ will give you light.” " ~from an ancient homily, Office of Readings on Holy Saturday
Friday, April 22, 2011
Thursday, April 21, 2011
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Monday, April 18, 2011
This is from Gorecki: "He learned of an inscription scrawled on the wall of a cell of a Gestapo prison in the town of Zakopane, which lies at the foot of the Tatra mountains in southern Poland. The words were those of 18-year-old Helena Wanda Błażusiakówna, a highland woman incarcerated on 25 September 1944. It read O Mamo nie płacz nie—Niebios Przeczysta Królowo Ty zawsze wspieraj mnie (Oh Mamma do not cry—Immaculate Queen of Heaven support me always). The composer recalled, "I have to admit that I have always been irritated by grand words, by calls for revenge. Perhaps in the face of death I would shout out in this way. But the sentence I found is different, almost an apology or explanation for having got herself into such trouble; she is seeking comfort and support in simple, short but meaningful words". He later explained, "In the prison, the whole wall was covered with inscriptions screaming out loud: 'I'm innocent', 'Murderers', 'Executioners', 'Free me', 'You have to save me'—it was all so loud, so banal. Adults were writing this, while here it is an eighteen-year-old girl, almost a child. And she is so different. She does not despair, does not cry, does not scream for revenge. She does not think about herself; whether she deserves her fate or not. Instead, she only thinks about her mother: because it is her mother who will experience true despair. This inscription was something extraordinary. And it really fascinated me."
Friday, April 15, 2011
Thursday, April 14, 2011
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
We don't know if this happened or not: the revelation of Scripture does not mention it. The scene, however, may become real in our own lives. If I can allow my heart to be softened, to go beyond my fear and frustration, then Simon will live in me.
And, like Simon, I, too, will understand someday what marvels the cross of Christ has wrought in my soul.
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
“O all you that pass by the way, look and see, was there ever a sorrow to compare with my sorrow?” ~Lamentations 1:12
Sometimes a mystery requires a song.
Monday, April 11, 2011
Station III: Jesus Falls the First Time
“The worn-out body of Jesus staggers now beneath the huge cross. His most loving heart can barely summon up another breath of life for his poor wounded limbs.” ~St. Josemaria Escriva, The Way of the Cross
Failure. The weight of physical pain and suffering and a simply physical incapacity to take one more step—these directly lead us to a psychological sense of moral failure and weakness as well. Christ knows he is to accomplish his mission at the top of the hill, but here at the beginning he feels the full weight of failure (“I am not even strong enough to drag this cross a few feet.”)
The fall is also a part of his work of salvation. When he falls, the Fall of Man receives its fatal blow. In Christ’s moments of failure, he triumphs over all my failures—real and imagined.
“Surely he has born our griefs and carried our sorrows; yet we esteemed him stricken, smitten by God, and afflicted. But he was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities; upon him was the chastisement that made us whole, and with his stripes we are healed.” ~Isaiah 53