Forwarded from St Benny’s Refectory
The Mother at Calvary
The distance from the Pretorium to Calvary was about a mile, so that the Way of Sorrows was traversed in less
than an hour. Each incident of the journey followed closely upon the other. So quickly did the Roman soldiers perform their gruesome task that Mary and her companions had scarcely topped the hill of Calvary when they saw Christ, fastened to the arms of the cross, being raised towards Heaven. Dumb with horror they gazed for a moment upon the awful sight. Then, casting all fear away they approached the cross just as the soldiers were gathering up their instruments of torture. As they came nearer they heard the prayer of Jesus for His executioners: "Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do." Luke 22:34
The grief-stricken mother was not even allowed possession of Christ's garments, which the executioners claimed by Roman law. When the soldiers could not decide the division of His seamless robe, which Mary had made with her own hands, they cast lots for it, that the words of the prophet, David, might be fulfilled: "They parted my garments amongst them; and upon my vesture they cast lots.” Ps. 21:10. Mary and the others witnessed the executioners fix upon the gibbet the scroll indicating the crime for which the Crucified suffered. That of Jesus bore the simple words: "Jesus of Nazareth, the King of the Jews.” John 19:19. Then upon the ears of the stricken mother and the friends of Jesus fell the taunts of the rabble, the soldiers, and the high priests: “If he be the king of Israel, let him now come down from the cross and we will believe him. He trusted in God, let him now deliver him if he will have him; for he said: I am the Son of God." Matt. 26:42-43. Only the voice of the good thief gave any consolation: "Lord, remember me when thou shalt come into thy kingdom." Luke 22:42., and from the parched lips of Jesus came the words of mercy: "Amen I say to thee, this day thou shalt be with me in paradise." Luke 23:43.
The distance from the Pretorium to Calvary was about a mile, so that the Way of Sorrows was traversed in less
than an hour. Each incident of the journey followed closely upon the other. So quickly did the Roman soldiers perform their gruesome task that Mary and her companions had scarcely topped the hill of Calvary when they saw Christ, fastened to the arms of the cross, being raised towards Heaven. Dumb with horror they gazed for a moment upon the awful sight. Then, casting all fear away they approached the cross just as the soldiers were gathering up their instruments of torture. As they came nearer they heard the prayer of Jesus for His executioners: "Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do." Luke 22:34
The grief-stricken mother was not even allowed possession of Christ's garments, which the executioners claimed by Roman law. When the soldiers could not decide the division of His seamless robe, which Mary had made with her own hands, they cast lots for it, that the words of the prophet, David, might be fulfilled: "They parted my garments amongst them; and upon my vesture they cast lots.” Ps. 21:10. Mary and the others witnessed the executioners fix upon the gibbet the scroll indicating the crime for which the Crucified suffered. That of Jesus bore the simple words: "Jesus of Nazareth, the King of the Jews.” John 19:19. Then upon the ears of the stricken mother and the friends of Jesus fell the taunts of the rabble, the soldiers, and the high priests: “If he be the king of Israel, let him now come down from the cross and we will believe him. He trusted in God, let him now deliver him if he will have him; for he said: I am the Son of God." Matt. 26:42-43. Only the voice of the good thief gave any consolation: "Lord, remember me when thou shalt come into thy kingdom." Luke 22:42., and from the parched lips of Jesus came the words of mercy: "Amen I say to thee, this day thou shalt be with me in paradise." Luke 23:43.
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Forwarded from Official hooligan of Pius XII
I have recently found (and added to my daily praying "routine") a great prayer for purity to st. Joseph, wouldn't exaggerate to say it goes hard. Matches the video topic:
Saint Joseph, father and guardian of virgins, to whose faithful keeping Christ Jesus, innocence itself, and Mary, the virgin of virgins was entrusted, I pray and beseech you by that twofold and most precious charge, by Jesus and Mary, to save me from all uncleanness, to keep my mind untainted, my heart pure, and my body chaste; and to help me always to serve Jesus and Mary in perfect chastity. Amen.
Saint Joseph, father and guardian of virgins, to whose faithful keeping Christ Jesus, innocence itself, and Mary, the virgin of virgins was entrusted, I pray and beseech you by that twofold and most precious charge, by Jesus and Mary, to save me from all uncleanness, to keep my mind untainted, my heart pure, and my body chaste; and to help me always to serve Jesus and Mary in perfect chastity. Amen.
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Forwarded from St Benny’s Refectory
THE MOTHER OF SORROWS
With what unutterable tenderness Mary the Mother of the crucified Christ, received His dead body from the cross! Little did she think years before when Simeon prophesied: “Thine own soul a sword shall pierce," that the words would find their fulfillment in the shadow of the gibbet on the hill of Calvary! The lips that once voiced the sublime Magnificat were now tremblingly dumb, while the dull beat of her holy heart bespoke the awful agony which speech refused to word. "My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?” Perhaps now, while sheltering the lifeless form of Jesus, there welled up in silent cadences in the bosom of the heart-broken mother the remainder of the psalm which had trembled on the dying lips of Jesus.
"O my God, I shall cry by day, and thou wilt not hear: and by night, and it shall not be reputed as folly in me. But thou dwellest in the holy place, the praise of Israel. In thee have our fathers hoped: they have hoped, and thou hast delivered them. They cried to thee, and they were saved they trusted in thee, and were not confounded. But I am a worm, and no man: the reproach of men, and the outcast of the people. All they that saw me have laughed me to scorn: they have spoken with the lips, and wagged the head. He hoped in the Lord, let him deliver him: let him save him. seeing he delighteth in him. I am poured out like water: and all my bones are scattered. My heart is become like wax melting in the midst of my bowels. My strength is dried up like a potsherd, and my tongue hath cleaved to my jaws: and thou hast brought me down into the dust of death. For many dogs have encompassed me: the council of the malignant hath besieged me. They have dug my hands and feet. They have numbered all my bones. And they have looked and stared upon me. They parted my garments amongst them; and upon my vesture they cast lots.” Psalm 21.
With what unutterable tenderness Mary the Mother of the crucified Christ, received His dead body from the cross! Little did she think years before when Simeon prophesied: “Thine own soul a sword shall pierce," that the words would find their fulfillment in the shadow of the gibbet on the hill of Calvary! The lips that once voiced the sublime Magnificat were now tremblingly dumb, while the dull beat of her holy heart bespoke the awful agony which speech refused to word. "My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?” Perhaps now, while sheltering the lifeless form of Jesus, there welled up in silent cadences in the bosom of the heart-broken mother the remainder of the psalm which had trembled on the dying lips of Jesus.
"O my God, I shall cry by day, and thou wilt not hear: and by night, and it shall not be reputed as folly in me. But thou dwellest in the holy place, the praise of Israel. In thee have our fathers hoped: they have hoped, and thou hast delivered them. They cried to thee, and they were saved they trusted in thee, and were not confounded. But I am a worm, and no man: the reproach of men, and the outcast of the people. All they that saw me have laughed me to scorn: they have spoken with the lips, and wagged the head. He hoped in the Lord, let him deliver him: let him save him. seeing he delighteth in him. I am poured out like water: and all my bones are scattered. My heart is become like wax melting in the midst of my bowels. My strength is dried up like a potsherd, and my tongue hath cleaved to my jaws: and thou hast brought me down into the dust of death. For many dogs have encompassed me: the council of the malignant hath besieged me. They have dug my hands and feet. They have numbered all my bones. And they have looked and stared upon me. They parted my garments amongst them; and upon my vesture they cast lots.” Psalm 21.
Forwarded from Pope Leo XIV
The Lord never points His finger; He opens His arms, as Jesus shows on the cross. He never closes the door, but invites us to enter. He never keeps His distance, but welcomes us. Let us spread His message of love that frees our hearts and fills us with joy that never fades.
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Forwarded from Reformed Memes (Rayzor)
A king that is coming to conquer needs a war horse. A king that has already conquered comes on his donkey.
David shows this in 1 Kings 1:33-35—
It's why Ziba brought a gift of donkeys for the king's household. 2 Sam 16:2
David's sons rode on them. 2 Sam 13
Abaslom was riding one at his death. 2 Sam 18:9
Jesus has always reigned and always will- does a man who commands the weather and calls forth the dead need an army? Does the man who holds your breath-life in His hands require a host?
Christ. Is. King.
Pay heed.
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David shows this in 1 Kings 1:33-35—
The king said to them, “Take with you the servants of your lord, and have my son Solomon ride on my own mule, and bring him down to Gihon. “Let Zadok the priest and Nathan the prophet anoint him there as king over Israel, and blow the trumpet and say, ‘Long live King Solomon!’ “Then you shall come up after him, and he shall come and sit on my throne and be king in my place; for I have appointed him to be ruler over Israel and Judah."
It's why Ziba brought a gift of donkeys for the king's household. 2 Sam 16:2
David's sons rode on them. 2 Sam 13
Abaslom was riding one at his death. 2 Sam 18:9
Jesus has always reigned and always will- does a man who commands the weather and calls forth the dead need an army? Does the man who holds your breath-life in His hands require a host?
Christ. Is. King.
Pay heed.
@calvinismmemes
I'd like to go on a tangent here about using weakness as an excuse.
I've always found that weakness which we venerate within Christendom to not be true weakness, but voluntary weakness; our Lord chose it, and so, likewise, should we. A soldier's meekness is virtuous only because he is able to not be so, a monk's fast is only virtuous because he has the option of plenty, our Lord's incarnation & crucifixion is the ultimate virtue because he is all-powerful. We, as Christians, should strive to be strong, perfect, and to have plenty to truly add virtue to that of the world which we lack voluntarily, by God's grace. Indeed strength, intellect, a gregarious disposition has always been a good, an inherent virtue.
I've always found that weakness which we venerate within Christendom to not be true weakness, but voluntary weakness; our Lord chose it, and so, likewise, should we. A soldier's meekness is virtuous only because he is able to not be so, a monk's fast is only virtuous because he has the option of plenty, our Lord's incarnation & crucifixion is the ultimate virtue because he is all-powerful. We, as Christians, should strive to be strong, perfect, and to have plenty to truly add virtue to that of the world which we lack voluntarily, by God's grace. Indeed strength, intellect, a gregarious disposition has always been a good, an inherent virtue.
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