Thursday, 30 April 2020

Friday, 24 April 2020

Prayers before the relic of Blessed Richard Whiting






Lord Jesus Christ, our Divine Physician,
we ask You to guard and protect us
from Coronavirus and all serious illness.
For all that have died from it, have mercy.
For those that are ill now, bring healing.
For those searching for a remedy, enlighten them.
For medical caregivers helping the sick, strengthen and shield them.
For those working to contain the spread, grant them success.
For those afraid, grant peace.
May Your precious Blood be our defence and salvation.
By Your grace, may You turn the evil of disease
into moments of consolation and hope.
May we always fear the contagion of sin more than any illness.
We abandon ourselves to Your Divine mercy.
Through the same Christ our Lord.
Amen.


Thursday, 23 April 2020

Homily for the Solemnity of St George


On the 23rd of April 2020 from the Church of St Joseph and St Teresa in Wells.

And here are some pictures of the altar with new flowers!




Wednesday, 22 April 2020

Homily for Wednesday 22nd April



On the relic of Bd Richard Whiting

CORRECTION: the trial took place in the Bishops palace in Wells, not Bath.

Sunday, 19 April 2020

First Sunday after Easter Homily



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We have found various Heath Robinson contraptions, so hopefully this will work! Come back every day for a few words.

Dom Bede & Dom Anselm

Wednesday, 15 April 2020

Flowers

Daffodils, white tulips, those other white ones.
What can I say? Morrison's finest... and yes, they were part of an essential shop.












And on Easter Sunday








This is just to say to my flower ladies, I'm rubbish at flowers, but I did by best!!!

Sunday, 12 April 2020

Happy Easter



The world turns and Christ is the Victor

When Saul of Tarsus persecuted the early Christians, and when St Peter, our first Pope, was executed in Rome - we joyfully proclaimed the Resurrection of Christ.

When the Emperor Nero used our brothers and sisters as flaming torches, and when Diocletian rounded us up and killed us by many terrible means - we rejoiced that Our Saviour was Risen from the dead.

When revolutions and wars suppressed and murdered so many from among our number, and when our lands were stolen, our Churches desecrated, our holy objects polluted - we sang the praise of Him who death itself could not hold.

And when the plague, the Black Death, the illnesses of influenza, and maladies of any kind ravaged the world, we were not daunted, and we are not daunted - for we know the power of God over His creation.

And so it is that with joy, and with voices raised on high, that we praise the mighty God, who has come back from the dead so that we might have life, true life.  Alleluia!

Happy Easter!


Friday, 10 April 2020

Creep to the Cross and worship Him


On this Good Day when the blood of Christ pours from His Sacred hands and feet for us, we gaze upon Our Lord. 

My children, with what love does our Saviour die for us. 


Behold His body, lashed and whipped. The welts rising. The flesh turning black and blue from the beatings. His hands, His beautiful hands, tortured by nails. His poor feet, deformed by the executions.

His wondrous body, crippled... broken... dead...


This the God we worship. It is to this body that we creep. It is to this image of man that we give our minds. 


This is perfection... perfect sacrifice, perfect love, perfect creation. 

Come to Him and kiss the mark of the nails. 



There is nothing, no one greater than this. He made you. He loves you. He dies for you.  

The story of betrayal is told


This Holy week, the Passions of Our Lord Jesus Christ have been read.

Again and again we have heard of the terrible of tale of the last Supper, the betrayal, the agony in the garden, then arrest, the beating, the scourging, the mockery.

Poor Peter.

Despairing Judas.


The story is proclaimed again. The Priest reads the Passion according to St John. The world stops in silence at the moment of Our Lord's death. We kneel in horror. And yet, we go on. We continue.

But we look back, we must. Our eyes are drawn to that figure of death. Our eyes cannot leave the cross. Our eyes see that man, that God. We look at His Sacred face. We see His bleeding side.




The Cross is high. High above all things. The Priest raises it. And reveals it. First the top. Then the arm. Then Our Saviour for our eyes to behold the cruelty, the sorrow.


Behold Your God.
Behold the Saviour of the world.
Look on His who created you, and redeemed you.
Look on Him who bleeds and dies for you.


Behold.


Behold.

They looked on Him and they Jeered



Our Saviour had been stripped and mocked. His head was pieced with cruel thorns. He was dragged through the streets of Jerusalem.

How the crowds jeered! Hosanna turned into taunts and insults and foul words. They do not care. Most do not even notice. Another fool who upset the Romans... Another one for death. Shall we go and see this one? It might be fun. It might relieve the boredom. Shall we go?



The Priest, His soul bearing the mark of Christ, enters into his Jerusalem, into his Golgotha. He comes on this day, into this Church, which he had entered on Palm Sunday with loud cries of love, now with the silence of the tomb which will so soon encompass him.

And our Priest,our other Christ lays on the floor before His Saviour and His God.




The world will not lie down in submission. The world will not kneel in adoration. The world will not even bow the head in acknowledgement of its Creator.

But we will. 

We will bow. 
We will kneel. 
We will supplicate before the Cross.

Prepare well, my children, for this Holy Day on which your God dies for you. Prepare your souls by laying the trials and temptation of this world in the dust of your everyday life.


Think of this, and this only. 
That you were made for Heaven. 
And He, and He alone, is the way to get there.
  

Come with us on Good Friday


In the next hours, we will post the pictures from Holy Mass, that you may see and believe that there is no love greater than the love that Christ has for you.

We may be far apart, but the love of Christ reaches unto the ends of the earth.

The shadow of His Cross falls on sinners and saints alike. And on this day, this Holy Day, this Good Day - 'good' for it brings about our salvation - we beg that our hearts will be opened to receive His devotion, and that we may give our lives to Him who is the source of our joy.



So come with us.




The Altar is ready. We are prepared. Our King is ready to mount His holy Throne, the Throne of His Glory, the Throne of His dead.

Come.
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