Thomas Merton, Journals
O All-Transcendent God
(and what other name could describe you?),
what words can hymn Your praises?
No word does You justice.
What mind can probe Your secret?
No mind can encompass You.
You are alone beyond the power of speech,
yet all that we speak stems from You.
You are alone beyond the power of thought,
yet all that we can conceive springs from You.
All things proclaim You,
those endowed with reason and those bereft of it.
All the expectation and pain of the world coalesces in You.
All things utter a prayer to You,
a silent hymn composed by You.
You sustain everything that exists,
and all things move together to Your orders.
You are the goal of all that exists.
You are one and You are all,
yet You are none of the things that exist,
neither a part nor the whole.
You can avail Yourself of any name;
how shall I call You,
the only unnameable?
O Lord God Almighty, Father of your blessed and beloved Son Jesus Christ, through whom we have been given knowledge of yourself; you are the God of angels and powers, of the whole creation, and of all generations of the righteous who live in your sight. I bless you for granting me this day and hour, that I may be numbered among the martyrs, to share in the cup of your Anointed and to rise again to everlasting life, both in body and in soul, in the immortality of the Holy Spirit. May I be received among them this day in your presence, a sacrifice rich and acceptable, even as you appoint and foreshadow, and now bring to pass, for you are the God of truth in whom there is no falsehood. For this, and for all else, I praise you, I bless you, I glorify you; through our eternal High Priest in heaven, your beloved Son Jesus Christ, by whom and through whom be glory to you and the Holy Spirit, now and for all ages to come. Amen.
O God and Lord of the Powers, and Maker of all creation, Who, because of Thy clemency and incomparable mercy, didst send Thine Only-Begotten Son and our Lord Jesus Christ for the salvation of mankind, and with His venerable Cross didst tear asunder the record of our sins, and thereby didst conquer the rulers and powers of darkness; receive from us sinful people, O merciful Master, these prayers of gratitude and supplication, and deliver us from every destructive and gloomy transgression, and from all visible and invisible enemies who seek to injure us. Nail down our flesh with fear of Thee, and let not our hearts be inclined to words or thoughts of evil, but pierce our souls with Thy love, that ever contemplating Thee, being enlightened by Thee, and discerning Thee, the unapproachable and everlasting Light, we may unceasingly render confession and gratitude to Thee: The eternal Father, with Thine Only-Begotten Son, and with Thine All-Holy, Gracious, and Life-Giving Spirit, now and ever, and unto ages of ages. Amen.
In The Name Of The Whole Christian People.
We beg you, Master,
be our help and strength.
Save those among us who are oppressed,
have pity on the lowly,
and lift up the fallen.
Heal the sick,
bring back the straying,
and feed the hungry.
Release those in prison,
steady those who falter,
and strengthen the fainthearted.
Let all nations come to know you, the one God,
with your Son Jesus Christ,
and us your people and sheep of your pasture.
Do not keep count of the sins of your servants,
but purify us through the bath of your truth
and direct our steps.
Help us to walk in holiness of heart,
and to do what is good and pleasing in your eyes
and in the eyes of our rulers.
Master, let your face shine on us
to grant us every good in peace,
protect us by your powerful hand,
deliver us from every evil by the might of your arm.
Grant us and all who dwell on this earth
peace and harmony, O Lord.
This is the second in the series I’m doing during this Easter season consisting in prayers from the Early Church.
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Pope John Paul II
It’s hard sometimes to realize that everything that happens is, indeed, a gift of God not to be misused.
I should write about Easter and what it was like. We attended Mass at our local parish and it was a quite reverent and worshipful setting of the Ordinary Form of the Mass, demonstrating that such a thing is truly possible. The church wasn’t over-decorated, as so many parishes tend to do, but was subdued and very dignified with little more than lilies at the ambo and in front of the alter. There was a banner in white, embroidered with a cross, behind and above the presider’s chair and a white sort of runner on the left side of the ambo. The music, featuring a youth choir, was traditional and well done, and, all in all, the whole thing was more than I might have expected from a parish that impresses me as tending to the more progressive temperament. The only problem I had, and this always happens on Easter and Christmas, is the place was packed. My preference is always to the quieter from of worship, I love Mass in a small monastery or small town church where the setting is more intimate and the congregation small. I can focus on the Mass in such an environment. Having a crowd with nearly every seat taken and people chatting and moving about, frankly, drives me nutzo; the atmosphere is nothing but distracting and, with the ADHD personality I have, I find it impossible to concentrate and take in what is really going on.
One example of the distraction presented on Sunday: A couple I’d never seen before sat in front of us. My guess is they were in their mid to late 40s and were nicely dressed and seemed quite friendly. I don’t know if they are members of the parish and regularly attend one of the other scheduled Masses or not, so they may be faithful Catholics in every sense of the word. However, the lady, at every mention of Jesus’ name, burst out chuckling and, in most such instances, stuck her elbow in her mate’s ribs. Now, what it was about the Easter Mass, or her own experience, that could provoke such a response, I don’t know. It drove me out of my mind and, despite what that says about me, I couldn’t help but begin to look for the response. Something like this happens every Easter.
Anyway, the rest of the day was spent cooking lamb chops on the grill, our first use of the grill this year, and sitting on the deck in the back soaking in the sun and reading. It was, all in all, a most delightful day.
I see, from a post by Mr. Sales of All Along the Watchtower, that the British PM, David Cameron, “came out” last week as a Christian. The announcement has, as is to be expected in this secular age, caused quite the furor. Checking out the story in the Independent, I found one interesting quote from Mr. Cameron’s announcement:
“Mr Cameron went on to describe himself as a ‘rather classic’ member of the Church of England, ‘not that regular in attendance, and a bit vague on some of the more difficult parts of the faith’.”
Generally, we see politicians loudly proclaiming their faith, in the face of quite unfaithful behavior, as if they were the prophet Isaiah. David Cameron has the honesty to admit he’s less than perfect as a Christian. It’s a refreshing change.
Do yah think?
“The Crisis in the Ukraine May be Defused or is There More to Come” — Colorado Springs Gazette, Monday, April 21, 2014
I started reading another book by Fr. James Schall this week, The Mind that is Catholic, a collection of essays on, obviously, the mind that is thinking with the Church. In the first essay, which bears the name of the book, Fr. Schall uses quotes from the Bible and famous Catholic authors to depict seven characteristics of a Catholic mind. One of these is a quote from St. Thomas More to the point that Jesus feeds us with finest wheat, but it’s up to us to chew. We’re not only spiritual beings, we are physical beings equally, and it’s good to remind ourselves now and then that we must fully live up to our part in God’s plans.
Speaking of Fr. Schall, he had a good piece on the Crisis magazine web site just yesterday on the tyranny of tolerance we seem to be living under these days. He writes:
“We thus have become infinitely “tolerant” of anything but truth itself. Speech is not directed to truth or falsity of an issue but to the “sensitivity” and “compassion” of those who hear it. “Objective” standards are subject to the listener’s “right” to hear only what he wants to hear.”
It’s a strange world we live in that fears the truth about anything.
Once again, I must thank Jennifer Fulwiler of Conversion Diary for hosting these 7 Quick Takes each week. There are many fine bloggers ripe for the picking to be found posting there each week.