Mosaic from St Peter’s chapel in the crypt of Westminster Cathedral / Lawrence OP / Flickr
be a Savior to us
Christ in the Storm on the Lake of Galilee / Rembrandt / Wikimedia Commons
following in your footprints
Photo by Toa Heftiba on Unsplash
Seeking after Wisdom
image / Pickpik
Show me the way
image / Pickpik
Holy Spirit, dwell in my heart
The Descent of the Holy Spirit / Louis Comfort Tiffany / wikimedia commons
Little Office of the Passion
Sanctissima Trinitas by Lawrence OP via Flickr
to worship your Unity
Most blessed and glorious Trinity, Three Persons in one God,
teach us to worship and adore that absolute Trinity, that perfect Unity.
And that we may adore you, that our worship may not be a mockery,
make us to know that we are one in Christ,
as the Father is one with the Son, and the Son with the Father.
Prevent us from looking upon our sectarianism as if it were a destiny.
Help us to regard it as a rebellion against you.
Give them their daily bread
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Lord, when we say ‘Give us today our daily bread,’
may we remember our brothers and sisters
who live below the poverty line
and pray, ‘Give them today their daily bread.’
Give us the wisdom and courage to challenge the policies and structures
which make the poor even poorer,
while we have more than enough.
Grant us such deep compassion that we will not rest
while surplus food rots in one part of the world,
and families starve in another;
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That face, Lord, haunts me
That face, Lord, has haunted me all evening.
It is a living reproach,
A prolonged cry that reaches me in my quietude.
That face is alive, Lord, yet men’s sins have struck it;
He was defenceless and exposed to their blows.
They came from all over;
Destitution came,
The shanty,
The dilapidated bed,
The foul air,
Smoke,
Alcohol,
Hunger,
The hospital,
The sanatorium.
Work – crushing, humiliating,
Unemployment,
The depression,
War.
Frenzied dances,
Revolting songs,
Demoralizing films,
Languorous music,
Unclean and deceitful kisses.
The struggle to live,
Rebellion,
Brawls,
Cries,
Blows,
Hate.
They came from everywhere,
Men with their horrid selfishness, their dreadful faces,
their great dirty fingers,
their broken nails,
their fetid breath.
They hastened here from the ends of the earth,
from the bounds of time.
And slowly, one after another,
Or suddenly, all together, like brutes,
They struck,
whipped
lashed,
wrought,
moulded,
hammered,
engraved,
sculptured.
And here at last is this face, this poor face;
It took forty six years to fashion it,
It took hundreds of centuries to produce it.
Ecce homo : behold the man.
Here is this poor face of a man, like an open book,
The book of the miseries and sins on men;
the book of
selfishness,
conceit,
cowardice;
the book of
greed,
lust,
abdications,
compromises.
Here it is like a mournful protest,
like a cry of revolt,
but also like a heart-rending call,
For behind this ridiculous, grimacing face,
Behind those uneasy eyes,
Is a light
A flame,
A tragic supplication,
The infinite desire of a soul to live above its mud.
Lord, that face haunts me, it frightens me, it condemns me;
For with everyone else, I have made it, or allowed it to be made!
And I realize, Lord, that this man is my brother, and yours.
What have we done with a member of your family?
I fear your judgement, Lord.
It seems to me that at the end of time all the faces of my brothers,
and especially those of my town, my district, my work,
will be lined up before me,
And in your merciless light I shall recognize in these faces
the lines that I have cut,
the mouth that I have twisted,
the eyes that I have darkened,
the neck that I have crushed,
and those whose light I have extinguished.
They will come, those that I have known
and those that I have not known,
those of my time and all those that have followed,
fashioned by the workshop of the world.
And I shall stand still, terrified, silent.
It is then, O Lord, that you will say to me
. . . it was I . . .
