Catch Up

It has been a while since I wrote anything here so I thought I would jot a few words down before Liturgy this morning. I have been sick for about a month and I think I am finally coming out of it. My voice has returned and I am starting to feel better. I think part of it is because the weather is getting better here in New England as well. Yesterday Onchu and I spent sometime outside, it was wonderful. I was also able to get the rectory cleaned and do some laundry. I am taking the next few days off and going to my parents house, they are still in Florida until Wednesday, so I will have the place to myself. I like to get away every once in a while to read and write and get ahead on some homilies for the coming weeks. Although I usually end up laying on the sofa and watch TV. This time I am going to try and get something done.

What has been going on around here? Friday we had our Annual Ham Party and we did not have a great crowd. I am not sure what to do about this event. However those who came had a good time. We also served Corned Beef and Cabbage, prepared by your host, and everyone said they liked it. Maybe they were just saying that who knows, but there was not much left over. Yesterday, as I noted above was a good day and Vespers last night brought in more people than we have had in the past. It is nice to have more than three people at vespers. Today I get sort of a day off. Sunday of Orthodoxy here in Worcester County is a big deal. All 12 Orthodox Churches gather together in once place, with one of our Bishops, for a combined Liturgy. I have mixed feelings about this Liturgy. Most of my parishioners will not attend so they will not attend Church on this important first Sunday of Lent. So what to do? Anyway His Grace Bishop Nikon of the OCA and a very good friend of mine, will preside. I understand he is a little under the weather as well and will not serve the Liturgy. So there will be more priests than you can shake a stick at, and big procession at the end with all the Icons. Its fun, holy, peaceful, and I don’t have to preach!

This week will start off slow then get busy. Like I said I am off for a few days but a working break. On Tuesday I have a Chaplains meeting at Harvard University and Wednesday one of my spiritual children will be here to see me. Wednesday night is Presanctified Liturgy here at St. Michael’s and the rest will have to wait for another post.

Palm Sunday

To all of my Western Christian readers I wish you a joyous Palm Sunday and a blessed Holy Week. I will remember you in my prayers at the altar today, and if you think of it say a little prayer for me as well.

Collect for Friday

Almighty God, whose most dear Son went not up to joy but first he suffered pain, and entered not into glory before he was crucified: Mercifully grant that we, walking in the way of the cross, may find it none other than the way of life and peace; through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.

The Prayer Book Office

14 March ~ Benedict the Righteous of Nusia

Today on the Eastern Calendar is the feast of Benedict the Rigtheous of Nursia. I have a special place in my heart for Benedict as 10 years ago next Friday I took my first vows as a Benedictine at Glastonbury Abbey in Hingham, Massachusetts. I spent some of the best years of my life in the community and I often say if I knew then what I know now I would still be there. Benedict is known as the father of Western Monasticism as most of the monks in the Western World followed his rule of life. Benedict quoted St. Basil in many places in his rule and loved the early saints of the undivided church.

Here is his information from http://www.goarch.org/

Apolytikion in the Plagal of the Fourth Tone

The image of God, was faithfully preserved in you, O Father. For you took up the Cross and followed Christ. By Your actions you taught us to look beyond the flesh for it passes, rather to be concerned about the soul which is immortal. Wherefore, O Holy Benedict, your soul rejoices with the angels.

Kontakion in the Fourth Tone

O sun that shinest with the Mystic Dayspring’s radiance, who didst enlighten the monastics of the western lands, thou art worthily the namesake of benediction; do thou purge us of the filth of passions thoroughly by the sweat of thine illustrious accomplishments, for we cry to thee: Rejoice, O thrice-blessed Benedict.

Reading:

This Saint, whose name means “blessed,” was born in 480 in Nursia, a small town about seventy miles northeast of Rome. He struggled in asceticism from his youth in deserted regions, where his example drew many who desired to emulate him. Hence, he ascended Mount Cassino in Campania and built a monastery there. The Rule that he gave his monks, which was inspired by the writings of Saint John Cassian, Saint Basil the Great, and other Fathers, became a pattern for monasticism in the West; because of this, he is often called the first teacher of monks in the West. He reposed in 547.

Thursday Morning Prayer

As the light of dawn awakens earth’s creatures
and stirs into song the birds of the morning
so may I be brought t life this day.
Rising to see the light
to hear the wind
to smell the fragrance of what grows from the ground
to taste its fruit
and touch its textures
so may my inner senses be awakened to you
so may my sense be awakened to you, O God.

Celtic Benediction, Morning and Night Prayer, J Philip Newell

A Lenten Struggle

Shame on my thoughts, how they stray from me!

I fear great danger from this on the day of judgement.

During the Psalms they wander on a path that is not right;

They run, they distract, they misbehave before the eyes of the great God…

One moment they follow ways of loveliness, and the nest ways of riotous shame – no lie!

O beloved truly chaste Christ, to whom every eye is clear, may the grace of the sevenfold Spirit come to help them, to hold them in check!

Rule this heart of mine, O swift God of the elements, that you may be my love, and that I may do your will.

Traditional Gaelic Prayer

10 March ~ St. John Ogilvie

The first papal canonisation creating saints did not take place until the Church had been in existence for twelve centuries. Among early saints was Scotland’s Queen Margaret in 1250. In the eighth century Adamnan and his companions were recognized, but without formal processes of canonisation. There have been no further canonisations affecting Scotland until 1976, when the final processes for the canonisation of John Ogilvie were completed.

Ogilvie came to the cadet branch of the family well known in north-east Scotland. He was born in Banffshire so it is hardly correct to call him, as some books do, a Highlander, for most people from this corner of the country reject the title. They are of different stock and have a distinctly different accent.

It was this part – Moray, Nairn, Banff and Aberdeen – which at the Reformation clung most closely to ‘the old faith’, and districts like the Enzie and the Cabrach nurtured a new generation of priests. This mission of the Counter Reformation, as we might expect, became the especial care of the Society of Jesus, or Jesuits. It was the Jesuits who in the end trained and ordained the new saint, but by a roundabout route, for, while surrounded by the Catholicism of the district, his father, and as far as we know his other relatives, were Calvinists and emphatically Protestant.

In 1592 at the age of 13 the lad left home to complete his education on the continent – quite usual in those days for one in his station in society. At some point during the four years of his travels he turned from Calvinism to Catholicism. His personal arguments for this step were simple. The Protestants, he felt, lacked unity, antiquity and the power of miracles. IN 1596 he applied for admission to the Scots college of Douai, then housed at Louvain. Its students were largely from Scottish noble families. Within two years he was transferred to the Benedictine college at Ratisbon, then back tot he Jesuits at Olmutz. He became a novice in 1599.

His desire after his ordination was to return to the Jesuit mission in Scotland, and he knew only too well the dangerous nature of such work. Not until 1613 did his superiors allow him to join the Scottish mission. At the same tome Scots Catholicism was at a low ebb; James had allowed the consecration of Episcopalian bishops but intensified his persecution of the Catholics. Ogilvie, because of the penal laws, travelled as a horse dealer or a soldier. For a short period he removed to London but was sharply instructed by the authorities to return to Scotland where he found friendship and relative safety for a time with William Sinclair and his Catholic household. He ministered for a time in Glasgow and Renfrew as well as Edinburgh and his arrest came unexpectedly in Glasgow market-place where he was betrayed as a priest by on Adam Boyd,a nephew of the sheriff, who introduced himself as wanting instruction in the Catholic faith. Ogilvie was imprisoned both in Glasgow and in Edinburgh and during his imprisonment suffered torture, not so much physical as mental and psychological, through being deprived of sleep and propped upright for long periods. only when he was certified near to death was any respite granted.

The result of the examination was a foregone conclusion. The scaffold had already been prepared. At the end, Ogilvie asked the prayers of the Virgin, the Angels and the Saints. Below the scaffold the crowd of Glasgow citizens, mainly Protestants, were committing the unfortunate priest to God’s mercy. ‘If there be heere any hidden catholikes, let them pray for me,’ came the final words from the scaffold,, ‘but the prayers of heretics I will not have.’ On all sides it was an age of intolerance.

C.D. Ford, A Highlander for Heaven, 1976

Monday Morning Prayer

For the morning light
and its irresistible dawning,
for your untameable utterances of life
in boundless stretches of space
and the strength of the waves of the sea
I give you thanks, O God.
Release in me the power of your Spirit
that my souls may be free
and my spirit string.
Release in me the freedom of your Spirit
that I may be bridled by nothing but love
that I may be bridled only by love.

Sunday Morning Prayer

I watch this morning
for the light that the darkness has not overcome.
I watch for the fire that was in the beginning
and that burns still in the brilliance of the rising sun.
I watch for the glow of life that gleams in the growing earth
and glistens in the sea and sky.
I watch for your light, O God,
in the eyes of every living creature
and in the ever-living flam of my own soul.
If the grace of seeing were mine this day
I would glimpse you in all that lives.
Grant me the grace of seeing this day.
Grant me the grace of seeing.

Celtic Benediction, Morning and Night Prayer, J Philip Newell

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