The Unprofitable Servant: Creatures of Habit

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Creatures of Habit

The Lord apparently decided today would be a good day to try my patience. It began with some jackass paging me at 1am. This has been happening more and more so I finally asked to have a new number assigned to me so I can get some sleep. Then I get to Mass with barely enough time to say a few decades of the Rosary and I notice someone is in the pew where I normally sit. Had this been a newcomer, I wouldn't have thought twice about it, but the poacher was someone I normally see. This is the only time I have a "regular" seat. Most of us who assist as this Mass sit in the same exact spot. It throws everything off when someone else is in your pew. But really, it's not that big a deal, except when you make the mistake of sitting in front of the poacher and they spend the entire Mass sniffling and then clearing their throat instead of just blowing their nose. I know that somewhere around the 10th snort, I threw my shoulders up. Shame on me.

St. Therese is reported to have become soaked in sweat from the strain of sitting near a sister who clacked her Rosary beads in choir. Eventually, Therese came to hear that sound as so much music that came to embody the sacrifice of enduring that torture which she offered daily to the Lord.

"Everything in the religious life has much value", she said. "Pick up a pin from a motive of love and you may save a soul."

If that's so, then I pray at least 20 souls were loosed from Purgatory today.

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Mary ChristineFebruary 16, 2011 at 10:31 AM
Maybe a few got loosed on my account too. But I have not suffered gladly.
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KellyFebruary 16, 2011 at 2:29 PM
Uh oh! I hope it wasn't Bob! I planned to go with him, but the Sick came back upon me in a wave, and after teaching CCD last night, I was wrung out. (I broke down and went to the doc today)--so he went to mass on his own.
I am particularly sensitive to mouth-noises. I practically jump out of my skin. It is work to offer my annoyance, as I always feel badly for being so bothered to begin with. So--I hear you!
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TLWFebruary 16, 2011 at 4:35 PM
No, Kelly, LOL, it was NOT Bob. I wasn't able to get there today and won't tomorrow either because of 7am mandatory meetings ugh! But I will hopefully get to St. Rita's tonight and I might skip out after the meeting tomorrow and go to the church near my work. I don't know why people aren't aware of how even the slightest noise can annoy others, let alone the ones who snort, sniff, etc while sitting DIRECTLY behind someone. oh, well, at least we have a Mass to go to, right?
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peetFebruary 16, 2011 at 4:48 PM
inconsiderate noises are like being scourged
at the pillar. I object to a kneeling bench
thudding on the floor.

Last week at OSJ there was 3 or 4 people
with congestion/sinus issues and they
were quite a distraction.

I brought to mind all the sick people that
Christ called to his presence.

So Mass is that place.
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doughboyFebruary 16, 2011 at 8:30 PM
when i was a postulant, i used to loathe the way a brother monk chanted in choir across from me. and i had to stare at him & listen to him and blah blah blah ... no i didn't suffer gladly and more's the pity. my spiritual director used to say 'keep your eyes in your own choir stall.' i still try to practice that in the cubefarm at work.
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TLWFebruary 16, 2011 at 8:48 PM
Well doughboy then I shudder to think what your spiritual director would say to ME. If suffering gladly was easy, they wouldn't call it a trial.
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Mary, Queen of Peace

Ever glorious and blessed Mary, Queen of Virgins, Mother of Mercy, hope and comfort of dejected and desolate souls, through that sword of sorrow which pierced thy tender heart whilst thine only Son, Christ Jesus, our Lord, suffered death and ignominy on the cross; through that filial tenderness and pure love He had for thee, grieving in thy grief, whilst from His cross He recommended thee to the care and protection of His beloved disciple, St. John, take pity, I beseech thee, on my poverty and necessities; have compassion on my anxieties and cares; assist and comfort me in all my infirmities and miseries, of every kind whatsoever. Thou art the Mother of Mercies, the sweet comforter and only refuge of the needy and the orphan, of the desolate and afflicted. Cast, therefore, an eye of pity on a miserable, forlorn child of Eve, and hear my prayer; for since, in just punishment of my sins, I find myself encompassed by a multitude of evils, and oppressed with much anguish of spirit, wither can I fly for more secure shelter, O amiable Mother of my Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ, than under the wings of thy maternal protection? Attend, therefore, I beseech thee, with an ear of pity and compassion, to my humble and earnest request. I ask it, through the bowels of mercy of thy dear Son; Through that love and condescension wherewith He embraced our nature, when, in compliance with the divine Will, thou gavest thy consent, and whom, after the expiration of nine months thou didst bring forth from the chaste enclosure of thy womb, to visit the world, and bless it with His presence. I ask it, through that anguish of mind wherewith thy beloved Son, our dear Saviour, was overwhelmed on the Mount of Olives, when He besought His eternal Father to remove from Him, if possible, the bitter chalice of His future passion. I ask it, through the threefold repetition of His prayers in the garden, whence afterwards, with dolorous steps and mournful tears, thou didst accompany Him to the doleful theatre of His death and sufferings. I ask it, through the welts and bruises of His virginal flesh, occasioned by the cords and whips wherewith He was bound and scourged, when stripped of His seamless garment, for which His executioners afterwards cast lots. I ask it, through the scoffs and ignominies by which He was insulted; the false accusations and unjust sentence by which He was condemned to death, and which He bore with heavenly patience. I ask it, through His bitter tears and bloody sweat; His silence and resignation; His sadness and grief of heart. I ask it, through the blood which trickled from His royal and Sacred Head, when struck with the sceptre of a reed and pierced with His crown of thorns. I ask it, through the excruciating torments He suffered, when His hands and feet were fastened with gross nails to the tree of the cross. I ask it, through His vehement thirst, and bitter potion of vinegar and gall. I ask it, through His dereliction on the cross when He exclaimed, "My God! my God! why hast Thou forsaken me?" I ask it, through His mercy extended to the good thief, and through His recommending His precious soul and spirit into the hands of His eternal Father before He expired, saying, "It is consummated." I ask it, through the blood mixed with water, which issued from His Sacred Side when pierced with a lance, and whence a flood of grace and mercy has flowed to us. I ask it, through His immaculate life, bitter passion and ignominious death on the cross, at which nature itself was thrown into convulsions, by the bursting of rocks, rending of the veil of the Temple, the earthquake, and the darkness of the sun and moon. I ask it, through His descent into hell, where He confronted the Saints of the old law with His presence, and led the captivity captive. I ask it, through His glorious victory over death, when He arose again to life on the third day, and through the joy which His appearance for forty days after gave thee, His blessed Mother, His Apostles, and the rest of His Disciples; when in thine and their presence He miraculously ascended into heaven. I ask it, through the grace of the Holy Spirit, infused into the hearts of His Disciples, when He descended upon them in the form of fiery tongues, and by which they were inspired with zeal in the conversion of the world, when they went to preach the gospel. I ask it, through the awful appearance of thy Son, at the last dreadful day, when He shall come to judge the living and the dead, and the world, by fire. I ask it, through the compassion He bore thee in His life, and the unspeakable joy thou didst feel at thine assumption into heaven, where thou art eternally absorbed in the sweet contemplation of His divine perfections. O glorious and ever blessed Virgin! comfort the heart of thy supplicant, by obtaining for me, (Mention your prayer intention here...) And as I am persuaded my Divine Saviour doth honour thee as His beloved Mother, to whom He refuses nothing, because thou asketh nothing contrary to His honour, so let me speedily experience the efficacy of thy powerful intercession, according to the tenderness of thy maternal affection, and His filial loving heart, who mercifully granteth the requests and complieth with the desires of those that love and fear Him. Wherefore, O most blessed Virgin, beside the object of my present petition, and whatever else I may stand in need of, obtain for me also of thy dear Son, our Lord and our God, a lively faith, firm hope, perfect charity, true contrition of heart, unfeigned tears of compunction, sincere confession, condign satisfaction, abstinence from sin, love of God and my neighbour, contempt of the world, patience to suffer affronts and ignominies, nay, even, if necessary, an opprobrious death itself, for love of thy Son, our Saviour Jesus Christ. Obtain likewise for me, O sacred Mother of God, perseverance in good works, performance of good resolutions, mortification of self-will, a pious conversation through life, and, at my last moments, strong and sincere repentance, accompanied by such a lively and attentive presence of mind, as may enable me to receive the last Sacrament of the Church worthily, and die in thy friendship and favour. Lastly, obtain through thy Son, I beseech thee, for the souls of my parents, brethren, relatives and benefactors, both living and dead, life everlasting, from the only Giver of every good and perfect gift, the Lord God Almighty, to Whom be all power now and forever. Amen.

Prayer of St. Bonaventure

Pierce, O most sweet Lord Jesus, my inmost soul with the most joyous and healthful wound of Thy love, and with true, calm and most holy apostolic charity, that my soul may ever languish and melt with entire love and longing for Thee, may yearn for Thee and for thy courts, may long to be dissolved and to be with Thee.
Grant that my soul may hunger after Thee, the Bread of Angels, the refreshment of holy souls, our daily and super substantial bread, having all sweetness and savor and every delightful taste.
May my heart ever hunger after and feed upon Thee, Whom the angels desire to look upon, and may my inmost soul be filled with the sweetness of Thy savor; may it ever thirst for Thee, the fountain of life, the fountain of wisdom and knowledge, the fountain of eternal light, the torrent of pleasure, the fullness of the house of God;
may it ever compass Thee, seek Thee, find Thee, run to Thee, come up to Thee, meditate on Thee, speak of Thee, and do all for the praise and glory of Thy name, with humility and discretion, with love and delight, with ease and affection, with perseverance to the end; and be Thou alone ever my hope, my entire confidence, my riches, my delight, my pleasure, my joy, my rest and tranquility, my peace, my sweetness, my food, my refreshment, my refuge, my help, my wisdom, my portion, my possession, my treasure; in Whom may my mind and my heart be ever fixed and firm and rooted immovably. Amen.

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Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Creatures of Habit

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Mary, Queen of Peace

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