Wednesday, April 1, 2015

prayer diary Wednesday in Holy Week 2015

After saying this Jesus was troubled in spirit, and declared, ‘Very truly, I tell you, one of you will betray me.’ 
John 13.21

Great was the betrayal of Judas. But great also is ours when we place the passing things of this world above love and obedience to our Lord.

Tuesday, March 31, 2015

prayer diary Tuesday in Holy Week 2015

Very truly, I tell you, unless a grain of wheat falls into the earth and dies, it remains just a single grain; but if it dies, it bears much fruit. 
John 12.24

Christ, being fully human, loved his life as much as any man. Yet he willingly laid it aside for our sakes. Pray that you may never by your actions reject so great a sacrifice.

Monday, March 30, 2015

prayer diary Monday in Holy Week 2015

Jesus said, ‘Leave her alone. She bought it so that she might keep it for the day of my burial. 
John 12. 7

Our Lord well knew that the time of his suffering and death was near. Pray for his grace that you never willingly act to wound our Blessed Saviour further.

Examin Holy Week 2015

During Holy Week we commemorate so many different events in our Salvation History, among them Christ's anointing, his betrayal, the Institution of the Eucharist, his arrest, trial, suffering, and death. Ponder them deeply and prayerfully; the more you take them into your heart, the more you enter into them, the more you grow in your own holiness.

Sunday, March 29, 2015

the Passion Gospel

Each year on Palm Sunday, as well as reading the Gospel of the Triumphal Entry into Jerusalem, we read one of the accounts of our Lord's Passion, the 'Long Gospel.' On this Sunday let us leave Sacred Scripture to speak for itself, which it always does more eloquently than any homily in any case.

Examin Sunday 29 March 201

There is only one week left of Lent, Holy Week. In what way have you observed this penitential season? If you have done nothing at all, why not? Do you think that you, above all others, have no need to heed our Lord's words that those who would follow him must deny themselves and take up their cross? But there is still yet time; just because you did not begin this season well does not mean you can not finish it better than you began.

Saturday, March 28, 2015

a little mole

I've always had something of a horror of moles. The kind you get on your skin, not the cute little ones that burrow underground. When I was a child there was a nice man who lived in our apartment building in New York. A fairly young black man. He used to help my mother carry her shopping up the steep stone steps of the old brownstone we lived in. He always took a shy glance around before he did so; looking back, I wonder if he didn't want people to see him being helpful, that it would have spoiled his image.

One day he wasn't there. After a while I asked my mother. He had died. Cancer. I asked her how he got it. 
- He had a mole, she said. It went funny. 
- Couldn't they do anything about it I asked? 
- No, she said, they caught it too late. 

So I've never really liked moles. It doesn't help that I have my own share of them. First noticed them when I was about four or five. My dad said they were beauty spots. Just as well. I probably would have freaked and thought I was going to die if he'd said they were moles.

By the time I knew what they really were I was old enough not to worry unduly. But when I was about thirty I decided maybe the time had come to part company with some and had a lot of them burned off with a cryo-gun. Some of them weren't completely gone; they left a kind of flat brown mark on the skin. A couple of months back one on my right collar-bone got a bit sore. Probably from the chain of the cross I wear. But still, a touch of the childhood horrors were there. A niggly little voice at the back of my mind said I probably should go to the doctor right away, but put I it off. Pressure of work. You know how it is.

I went in the other day. I had a gap in the schedule, a prescription that needed refilling, one or two other small things that needed looking at. I gave the doctor my wee laundry list. He checked out everything else first. Finally, 
- Off with your shirt says he. He looked at the mole, and one or two others. I steeled myself for his diagnosis.

-Yeah, he said, that's a mole. The others too. Want me to take them off? I've got a cryo-gun. 

It stung like blazes. He did three, then went back and did them all again for good measure. That stung more.
 - You'll probably want to come back so I can see if I need to give them another go. Leave it until after Easter. I know you'll be busy. 
- That's right, I said. I'll be pretty busy over Holy Week. Thanks. 

I left his office not exactly as if I'd had a burden lifted because I hadn't been frightfully worried in the first place. It had been more like a little niggle at the back of my mind. Still, stupid of me to leave it and I'm grateful the news wasn't bad. I really need to be a bit more careful in the future. But the niggling little voice at the back of my mind says 
- Good luck with that!