Lent
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Four years ago I wrote about a very interesting collection called Miserere, subtitled "Music For the Holy Week Litugy." It includes the famous "Miserere" by Gregorio Allegri, a setting of Psalm 51: Have mercy upon me, O God, according to thy lovingkindness: according unto the multitude of thy tender mercies blot out my transgressions. and
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(The title is for you, Stu) For various logistical reasons we didn't go to the Easter Vigil at the cathedral this year, or even to our regular parish, but rather to a very small parish in a very small town a bit further away than our own. Well, why not be specific? It was St.
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I know I said I wasn't going to post till Monday, but I've been listening, for the first time, to Bach's St. John Passion, and this aria seems perfect for Holy Saturday, containing both the sorrow and the triumph of the Crucifixion. (Regarding the title of the post: I still prefer the traditional "It is finished"
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Another one of the many bits of C.S. Lewis's writings that rattle around in my head is one in which he discusses a phenomenon which troubled his youthful Christianity: he was not able to feel things that he was told, or at least that he felt, he should feel. It may be in Surprised By
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There's a worship song (sorry, I don't know its name) used frequently at my parish which has a refrain that concludes: My heart's one desireIs to be holy I cannot honestly sing those words (and I find it difficult to believe that very many people can, but that's none of my business). "one desire"? Hardly.
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Perhaps you'd find this prayer from the Ordinariate's St. Gregory's Prayer Book useful: Lord, bless us this Lent — let us fast most truly and profitably—by feeding in prayer on thy Spirit — Reveal me to myself in the light of thy holiness — let me not think I have knowledge enough to need no
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Praise the Lord, O my soul.O Lord my God, thou art become exceeding glorious; thou art clothed with majesty and honour.Thou deckest thyself with light as it were with a garment and spreadest out the heavens like a curtain.Who layeth the beams of his chambers in the waters and maketh the clouds his chariot, and walketh upon
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Into thy hands I commend my spirit, for thou hast redeemed me, O Lord, thou God of truth. (Coverdale)
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What reward shall I give unto the Lord for all the benefits that he hath done unto me?I will receive the cup of salvation and call upon the Name of the Lord.I will pay my vows now in the presence of all His people; right dear in the sight of the Lord is the death of his saints.Behold,
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Save me, O God, for the waters are come in, even unto my soul.I stick fast in the deep mire, where no ground is; I am come into deep waters, so that the floods run over me. And why? for thy sake have I suffered reproof; shame hath covered my face.I am become a stranger unto my brethren, even
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