I spent the whole day at church. From dawn to way past dusk. Choir practice from 8:30 till 12. Dance practice after that. Yes there was liturgical dance and my traditional soul still cringes that I took part. A, of course, the vigil after a bit of warming up voices and muscles, and excitement all around. We started with the liturgy of the word then after the readings, we danced to Our God is an Awesome God. Then during the liturgy of the Light, I sang the Exultet with Emille. It was beautiful. This is the version we sung…
An then the catechumens got baptised. Oh what a glorious sight. Fr. J had a plunge pool so he baptised them alright! Buckets of freezing water and all. And then we helped them all process in and they got confirmed with the slaps of course. 🙂
The Good Friday services were inspired. Truly! Liberal that he is Fr. J had the stations of the cross up on the screen – scenes and clips from the passion nogal… and here I thought this Easter I had not had a chance to watch the Passion. It was all the important bits… the way of the cross… the via dolorosa. And I surprisingly missed the kneeling. I find it therapeutic and it reminds me that He suffered great pain for me. I was all alone though, was the only one to wake up at home and Nya was at work. I was a bit sad about that.
Then there was the 3 o’clock service. All the tiny crosses that Fr had given parishioners for lent had been used to make up the big cross. And in true dramatic Fr. J fashion he nailed a couple more on there during the service. He emphasized how we are to lay our crosses with Jesus, how we are to carry the for the Christian life is one of suffering before the dawn, of allowing Jesus to help us carry our crosses. We are born of the cross. We die with Christ so we can rise up with Him.
Now we wait not in despair but in hope for we know He rose again.
It’s Maundy Thursday and a song that Sr. Sturmia taught us was sung today – “The Lord Jesus, after eating with His friends, washed their feet and said to them Do you know what I your Lord has done to you? I have given you example that so you also should do”
Padre talked about service and it was intense. We renewed our commitments to our ministries, guess who stood up more than once? He talked about how we are all called to be feet washers, to realise that ours is a life of service to the body of Christ. We then went to wait and watch.
A grotto type of garden had been created in the hall where they placed the Host. And it was adoration at its best. Another of Sr. Sturmia’s finest…
“My soul is sadMy heart is breaking tonightCould you not watch and comfort me until nightI am alone surrounded only by nightCould you not watch one hour with me?”
Have a blessed Ash Wednesday, everyone. Its only just after 1.00 pm first hunger pangs have passed waiting for the next wave LOL and we had vespers last night at St John’s! Not sung mind you but vespers none the less, progress!!!! We will soon be not liberal… soon is relative 🙂
As a family we are going vegetarian 😀 yay new recipes 😀 and tomorrow I want to get up to attend Ash Wednesday mass at 6 a.m. that means getting up at about 5 (sigh), singing with the schola in the evening too. I had better go hunt for them tunes that I am to practice on Chabanel or here. I went to confession yesterday, got to say it was actually the first difficult one I’ve had. And this post by Father Longenecker kinda said it all.
It’s true what the first commenter said, sin makes me feel very stupid, like I should know better by now.
Good Friday is upon us. I have been coming across this verse so often it has finally dawned on me that the Holy Spirit must be trying to get my attention. Now to only figure out what He wants me to do…
“My soul is overwhelmed with sorrow to the point of death.
Stay here and keep watch with me.”
I so hope that I am able to watch at least one hour with Him…
On Saturday for the first time, I am going to a vigil mass with baptisms and all. I can’t wait!! I am also practically wetting my pants thinking of the Psalms I have to chant solo, of which I can only partially remember one tune thereof…
I have been reading “Girl meets God” by Lauren Winner, it is so real to me it’s as if a part of me may have actually taken part in its writing. Here I was thinking how books that I like most are ones that I relate to, that I see myself somehow in the protagonist or that I want to see myself in, like a few years from now or how I’m trying to model myself and then a few pages later Lauren writes about how the students she liked were usually ones she saw herself in a few years back, ones who when they read a new work or concept they have never come across they find themselves suddenly hunting down material to get to know more about it, immerse themselves in this subject matter till their amateur gurus… the exact way I do… and my current topic? Judaism, because they are way too many references in her book that I do not get so I feel as if, if I am getting so much from this book at this exact moment when all these Jewish refs are over my head how much more would I get if I could understand all her references to seder, tzniut, niggunim, halacha etc. “Girl meets God” is definitely one I should get for my library. The library I’ll have one day when I can actually afford to buy books, at the moment I am ever grateful for book club (from which I took 15 books this month) and public libraries.
The Lord knows what we need even before we do. It’s up to us to follow His will and be abundantly blessed therein. So last weekend was a Revival Retreat, for the ‘youth’ in our deanery. To say I was a bit sceptical of the whole thing would be an understatement. I was to go and practice on Friday afternoon with the praise and worship team but I was just too bummed so I did not go, for which I ended up feeling a tad guilty so got up with the cocks crow on Saturday morning got there at 7:30 and lets just say my scepticism had not abated. I would have liked to practice songs beforehand but there just didn’t seem to be time and then we had a leader’s group prayer, which I found a smidgen long. Don’t I always? And the participants just …trickled in. Finally, it went underway with praise and worship and I was getting this feeling of the Lord has brought you thus far for a reason so… be expectant.
The first session… A quarter of it went over my head coz arrogant fool that I am I was half the time correcting the speakers English and then that would lead me off into a major daydream and before you know it I have to drag my mind out of whatever land its currently in to the talk which was about waking my slumbering spirit. And I found it too long. But all in good time. So we split into groups, gender and age-based. As there are quite a number of females present I got roped into leading a group. I was thanking the Lord that I have somehow escaped leading the young ones (teeny boppers) and I have my own peers which is grand.
We begin discussing a topic to which I had only listened with half an ear. But the Lord works His miracles as always. It seems a quite number of the ladies in my group have never been to a retreat of any sort so they have no preconceived notions; like Di here who is expecting reverent coaching on how to get in touch with God (again). So we discuss the topic at hand of awakening our slumbering spiritual beings and talk as only girls together are wont to, about the relevance of our lives and we learn. Boy do we learn. It was such an eye opener and took me off my backbench and wanting to be “done” for and got me thinking on “doing for” the others. I wanted the ladies from my group to leave with extra knowledge on living Catholic lives on knowing the joys of being Catholic and on having fellowship that is second to none. And I wanted that for myself too but in this instance that was secondary. Was I ever grateful for having started teaching catechism lessons for then I actually had real catechism truths for some of the questions posed… whew!
As is wont to happen at most youth meetings relationships were talked about. Hey it’s a fact of life we love to talk about our relationships don’t we. We were taught to seek relationships in which we did not use others or allow others to use us, where love was the paramount love that was Free, Total, Fruitful and Faithful. Now I will happily say this is the love I have been seeking in any romantic liaisons I may have later and if a criterion was not met then sayonara. But I am sad to note this was not necessarily the same FTFF love I was seeking in my platonic and familial and friend relationships. Which I have charged myself to endeavour to change.
I finished my last exam yesterday and I feel I passed it, with God’s help throughout. I was remembering stuff at an amazing rate which can only be good. And I will be going home on Sunday to sort out my papers and such, the joys of life. so I am now teaching catechism to the post-communion year 1 class, and it’s a girls affair so we doing girly things and having fun. I’m hunting for ideas on Lenten diaries and the like. I remember when I was in Grade 5, Mrs. Orange had us create Lenten diaries as a class project… on some days I remembered but others I didn’t and when it came for her to check if we wrote something then I’d scribble and draw stuff hurriedly to fill in the required pages… good times 😀
This year I want to do the same with my girls and with myself as a measure of sorts to see how I reflect in Lent, is it any different than any other season in the year apart from the fasting and all? Do I really get it? So I am trawling the web to find ideas of how best to do this.