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This one is going to have to be short-a bad power supply on my laptop has thrown off the day's schedule. Tenebrae at 7:00 a.m. this morning, the crucifix on the altar unveiled as were all the others in the church on Good Friday. Psalm 15 caught my attention in particular: LORD, who shall dwell in thy tabernacle? : or who shall rest upon thy holy hill? … He that hath used on deceit in his tongue, nor done evil to his neighbor: and hath not slandered his neighbor. Modernity leaves too many of us with too much time on our hands to engage in just that. Perhaps if we had to work more to survive, we would have less time on our hands for all of the particular sins that seem to come with idleness.
Three of us returned to the crypt at 11:00 for the hours. I was the officiant for the day, but during the Triduum, that means I just have to stand up at the end of each office to say the collect, a task commensurate with my meager talents in that area. I haven't considered myself a liturgical buff in a decade, though I love the Mass, offices and devotions dearly, but I know how important they are for grounding me in a world where we are always being pulled in ten directions. Psalm 16 sets out the ideal: Thou shalt shew me the path of life; in thy presence is the fullness of joy, : and at thy right hand there is pleasure for evermore. On leaving the chapel, I noticed the memorial plaque to on the north wall: IN THIS CHAPEL OF THE It is somehow fitting on this day in the tomb that reservation of the sacrament of Christ's presence was established in our mortuary chapel. I suppose it wasn't a place that Victorian bishops were likely to go poking about. After the hours, there were two pieces of silver to polish for tomorrow,
then off to the grocery store, and home to read over the lessons for
the vigil. We have two acolytes down who may or may not make it tonight,
so there maybe some improvising. |
Crypt altar crucifix uncovered.. |
