A wide-ranging All Things Catholic column this week from John L Allen Jr…
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— John L. Allen, Jr. (@JohnLAllenJr) April 19, 2015
From the Office of Readings for the 3rd Sunday of Easter:
For we do not receive this food as ordinary bread and as ordinary drink; but just as Jesus Christ our Saviour became flesh through the word of God, and assumed flesh and blood for our salvation, so too we are taught that the food over which the prayer of thanksgiving, the word received from Christ, has been said, the food which nourishes our flesh and blood by assimilation, is the flesh and blood of this Jesus who became flesh.
From the first apology of St Justin Martyr in defence of the Christians.
From the Office of Readings for Saturday of the 2nd Week of Easter:
[Jesus] achieved his task principally by the paschal mystery of his blessed passion, resurrection from the dead, and glorious ascension, whereby dying, he destroyed our death, and rising, restored our life. For it was from the side of Christ as he slept the sleep of death upon the cross that there came forth the wondrous sacrament of the whole Church.
From the Constitution of the Second Vatican Council on the Sacred Liturgy.
Apparently if you’re a climate change sceptic looking to set up a “consensus centre” at an Australian university, the current Federal Government has some spare change floating around for you.
If, however, you’re looking for good health care, education, or anything else that is actually really valuable in contemporary society you’re on your own!
Can the taxpayers have a refund please?
This information came to me via a good friend, and I needed to share it with you…
St Benedict Joseph Labre
Benedict Joseph Labre was truly eccentric, one of God’s special little ones. Born in France and the eldest of 18 children, he studied under his uncle, a Parish Priest. Because of poor health and a lack of suitable academic preparation he was unsuccessful in his attempts to enter the religious life. Then, at 16 years of age, a profound change took place. Benedict lost his desire to study and gave up all thoughts of the priesthood, much to the consternation of his relatives.
He became a pilgrim, travelling from one great shrine to another, living off alms. He wore the rags of a beggar and shared his food with the poor. Filled with the love of God and neighbour, Benedict had special devotion to the Blessed Mother and to the Blessed Sacrament. In Rome, where he lived in the Colosseum for a time, he was called “the poor man of the Forty Hours Devotion” and “the beggar of Rome.” The people accepted his ragged appearance better than he did. His excuse to himself was that “our comfort is not in this world.”
On the last day of his life, 16 April 1783, Benedict Joseph dragged himself to a church in Rome and prayed there for two hours before he collapsed, dying peacefully in a nearby house. Immediately after his death the people proclaimed him a saint.
He was officially proclaimed a saint by Pope Leo XIII at canonisation ceremonies in 1883.
In a modern inner city, one local character kneels for hours on the sidewalk and prays. Swathed in his entire wardrobe winter and summer, he greets passersby with a blessing. Where he sleeps no one knows, but he is surely a direct spiritual descendant of Benedict, the ragged man who slept in the ruins of Rome’s Colosseum. These days we ascribe such behaviour to mental illness. Benedict’s contemporaries called him holy. Holiness is always a bit mad by earthly standards.
From the Office of Readings for Friday of the 2nd Week of Easter:
How precious is the gift of the cross! See, how beautiful it is to behold! It shows no sign of evil mixed with good, like the tree of old in Eden; it is all beautiful and comely to see and to taste.
For it is a tree which brings forth life, not death. It is the source of light, not darkness. It offers you a home in Eden, It does not cast you out. It is the tree which Christ mounted as a king his chariot, and so destroyed the devil, the lord of death, and rescued the human race from slavery to the tyrant.
From the addresses of St Theodore the Studite.