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Say not thou, What is the cause that the former days were better than these? for thou dost not inquire wisely concerning this.

Ecclesiastes 7:10

Faust:
What distant voices, what exalted singing
Now from my eager lips have snatched this cup away?
Are those deep-throated bells already ringing
'The first glad message of the Easter Day?
You early choirs, you sing as once the angels sang When from the dark night of the tomb there rang Assurance of a covenant renewed that day.

Choir of women:
With fragrant lotion
Gently his limbs we dressed,
With true devotion
Laid our dear Lord to rest, Clean linen round him
Binding with loving care.
Alas, we found him
No longer there.

Choir of angels:
Christ is arisen!
Saviour who loves us best
Ever thy name be blessed
Who for us stood the test
In thy dark prison.

Faust:
You gentle, potent choirs of heaven, why do you seek To visit me within this dusty cell?
I hear your message, but my faith is weak;
Go, on more tender minds to cast your spell And work the miracles that faith loves well.
I do not dare to reach towards those spheres, Your gracious gospel calls to me in vain;
And yet these sounds bring memories of early years
That call me back to life on earth again.
Then, in the solemn stillness of the sabbath day
I felt the loving kiss of heaven descend on me;
The pealing bells rang out the sacred mystery, And with a fervent joy I knelt to pray.
I did not understand the joyful urge
That drove me out to wood and field and lane, Or why I wept a thousand tears to feel the surge Of life as if a world was born in me again.
Those songs would promise carefree childish play, And herald the unfettered joys of spring;
The memories of childhood innocence they bring
From that last solemn step turn me away.
Sweet choirs of heaven, your hymns were not in vain;
My tears run free, I am restored to earth again!

Choir of Disciples:
Though in the tomb he lay,
All was not ended;
Our loving Lord today
Heavenward ascended.
Now through his second birth
Glad transformation nears,
But we remain on earth
Still in this vale of tears.
We who were not reborn
Languish here comfortless;
We who were left to mourn
Envy his bliss!

Choir of Angels:
Christ is arisen
Out of corruption's woe.
Now from your prison
Joyfully go,
Praises declaring
Loving and caring
Brotherhood sharing
His gospel bearing
Heaven's joys preparing.
For you the Lord is near,
See, he is here!

Faust, Part One by Goethe

Happy Easter brothers, may death have no power over you.

St John Chrysostom. Based as always

Alright who was that

@Chungus_The_Fungus I know you voted yes on your own poll

/ban @@Authric_fan_geello

This is a “People’s democratic republic of North Korea” type democracy around here, the voting was just a fig leaf

A beautiful story of St John Vianney, “To the people who said to him, ‘It is pointless for me to go to Confession and receive Absolution because I am sure that the day after tomorrow I shall relapse into the same sins.’ The Cure D’Ars answered: ‘It doesn’t matter, the Lord deliberately forgets that you will commit the same sins the day after tomorrow, He forgives you now, completely, He will be forebearing and will continue to help you and reach out to you.’

The Lord waits for us in the Confession with His Sacred Heart full of mercy. All He asks is that we repent of our sins, humbly confess them to a priest in the sacrament, and firmly resolve to go and sin no more. He knows our weakness but He offers the strength of His Mercy and He will help us to grow in holiness with the grace that flows from His Sacred Heart.

I know this isn’t usually a comedy channel but I just couldn’t help myself

The BITE that has no CURE - 1832
Oy vey goy...

Cardinal Ottaviani on war in the modern world

http://www.catholicapologetics.info/morality/warfare/justwar.htm

This is your bi-weekly reminder that Christ was no put to death by the gentile, the slave, not even by the sinner but by the most Holy, pious and august religious figures of the age. Or, to put it another way, we killed him. And if he came back today 90% of us would do it again.

Good sense makes one slow to anger, and it is his glory to overlook an offense.
Proverbs 19:11

“The glory of our God is precisely that for our sakes he comes down to the very depths, into human flesh, into the bread, into our mouth, our heart, our bosom”

-Martin Luther, misguided rapscallion