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Thursday 12 May 2016

IN THESE EMPTY DAYS



I think I've posted this before, but I'm always struck by the moments between the Ascension and 
Whitsun (Pentecost) - rather like Holy Saturday, when the statues are still veiled and the Tabernacle 
on the altar open and empty. A brief time of - well, almost fright, a sudden chill of aloneness. We 
know better, but even so. I had been reading the glorious Latin hymns and their haunting tetrameters, 
and found myself writing something that sounded like the translation of one. So here it is: a translation without an original:

PATRIS AEDEM REDIENS

Returning to his Father's house,
The rising Son our sunset wrought:
leaving us grey and comfortless
to face the day, survive the night

Before he came we had the Law,
harsh, but secure: fulfilling it
he took away our rod and staff
and gave the fearful gift of Love

No rules, no simple precepts now:
decision dwells deep in the heart;
how shall we live with such a weight,
being our own Law, every day?

Peace: for the Father's deathless love
remembers us when we forget;
the Son who sits at his right hand
is mindful of our loneliness

Third Person of the Trinity,
the Holy Spirit, Paraclete,
prepares himself to come to us,
and plunges to our careless world

Welcome among us, Comforter,
strengthen us now from deep within, 
pray in us, rule our hands and lives,
illuminate our wakeful mind

Breathe in our breath, see through our eyes,
speak with our tongue, and let the world
stare at our newness every day,
and praise thy presence in our love.




Saturday 7 May 2016

A LIKEABLE MAN, TO HIS OWN SURPRISE




St. Vincent de Paul (1581-1660) (with thanks to St Matthias, Somerset, NJ)


The deathbed confession of a dying servant opened Vincent's eyes to the crying spiritual needs of the peasantry of France. This seems to have been a crucial moment in the life of the man from a small farm in Gascony, France, who had become a priest with little more ambition than to have a comfortable life.
It was the Countess de Gondi (whose servant he had helped) who persuaded her husband to endow and support a group of able and zealous missionaries who would work among poor tenant farmers and country people in general. Vincent was too humble to accept leadership at first, but after working for some time in Paris among imprisoned galley-slaves, he returned to be the leader of what is now known as the Congregation of the Mission, or the Vincentians. These priests, with vows of poverty, chastity, obedience and stability, were to devote themselves entirely to the people in smaller towns and villages.
Later, Vincent established confraternities of charity for the spiritual and physical relief of the poor and sick of each parish. From these, with the help of St. Louise de Marillac, came the Daughters of Charity, "whose convent is the sickroom, whose chapel is the parish church, whose cloister is the streets of the city." He organized the rich women of Paris to collect funds for his missionary projects, founded several hospitals, collected relief funds for the victims of war and ransomed over 1,200 galley slaves from North Africa. He was zealous in conducting retreats for clergy at a time when there was great laxity, abuse and ignorance among them. He was a pioneer in clerical training and was instrumental in establishing seminaries.
Most remarkably, Vincent was by temperament a very irascible person-even his friends admitted it. He said that except for the grace of God he would have been "hard and repulsive, rough and cross." But he became a tender and affectionate man, very sensitive to the needs of others.
Pope Leo XIII made him the patron of all charitable societies. Outstanding among these, of course, is the Society of St. Vincent de Paul, founded in 1833 by his admirer Blessed Frédéric Ozanam (September 7). He is the patron saint of volunteers.