Morning with Mary

One of the joys of traveling, for us, is visiting catholic shrines.  And this especially means seeing stained glass such as the one to the right.

This one was found at Christchurch Cathedral (Episcopal) in downtown Indianapolis. I especially like the glowing lamp that rises over her head and the clear background that throws her forward front and center calling attention to to the central image.S
Yesterday Iwas at the Basilica of the National shrine of the Immaculate Conception. Oh, do I have more beauty to share with you.

Mornings with Mary.

In my quest to be more prayerful, I've
added this prayer to my daily prayer intentions.

DAILY OFFERING TO THE IMMACULATE HEART OF MARY

O Jesus, through the Immaculate Heart of Mary, I offer you my prayers, works, joys, and suffering of this day in union with the Holy Sacrifice of the Mass throughout the world. I offer them for all the intentions of Your Sacred Heart: the salvation of souls, reparation for sins, the reunion of all Christians; I offer them for the intentions of our Bishops and of all Apostles of Prayer and in particular for those recommended by our Holy Father this month.  AMEN.

Finding the Civil War in Unexpected Places

Saturday evening, after a maddening drive through the neighborhood surrounding and campus of Virginia State University, we finally found our way into the Cathedral of the Sacred Heart and Mass.  What we saw there more than made up for the crazed emotions that battered at us as we tried to navigate the rats maze that is this area (even with a GPS).  

The organ at the cathedral is the most extraordinary one I've ever seen.  Information about its history can be found by following the link on the word, organ.

Tabernacle of our Lord

Holy Mother

St. Vincent dePaul

The Museum of Catholic History was an utter surprise and is generally open only by appointment or special occasions. What a blessing that we were invited within. The most astonishing thing to see in this striking collection of Catholic history in Virginia was the crypt which held the remains of Bishops, priests, and several lay people.  A spiral staircase brought us to the crypt in the basement.  The museum display focused quite a lot on those priests and religious who cared for the souls and bodies of the soldiers of the Civil War, no matter their side.  They were children of God and were one in love and care.

The Crypt

Rendering of a field hospital

Angels of Mercy

Warrior of Mercy

The uniforms they wore

The tools of the Warrior

Tools of the Angels

A Shrine honoring the Canonization of Pope John XXIII and Pope John Paul II

Pope Francis will canonize

Pope John XXIII  and

Pope John Paul II

on

Divine Mercy Sunday

April 27, 2014

The Museum of Virginia Catholic History will be open after the Sunday morning Masses on April 27 and May 4 to celebrate the Catholic Church’s newest saints, Pope John XXIII and Pope John Paul II.

Come see the new canonization display to learn about the process for sainthood and about these holy men and their profound legacies that will continue to shape our Church for generations to come.

Postcards from Paradise - Unscheduled Serenity

After a short stop over to visit with friends in Waynesboro, we visited (at their suggestion) Our Lady of Angels Monastery.  

We spend a short and blessedly quiet visit here. 

We saw no one at all at this Trappist Monastery except for one man outside a barn far off in the distance.

The serenity of this place is all that you would expect to experience at a Trappist Monastery but that we saw absolutely no one was unexpected.  We DID arrive at a time when no one was scheduled in reception, but posted signs showed us the way to the chapel and, of course, for the traveler, the all important restroom.  Below is a little taste of the paradise we found.  There are no signs that we saw announcing its presence so, if you ever happen to be in the vicinity of Waynesboro, VA, do a google search and you will be shown the way.

Approaching through the rain

Morning with Mary

Over the Years we have had the opportunity to visit many Eastern Rite Churches.  Unlike the western Roman churches, Eastern Rites are remarkable the same within.  They make no nod, at all, to modern sensibilities.  This is, no doubt, because of the unifying Iconostasis that separates the people from the tabernacle of our Lord.  The iconostasis is a wall of art, which, at a minimum has two holy images,one of the
Blessed Mother and the her Son. Often there are more images than just the two.


St. Athanasius Byzantine Church is our recent we have visited.  The interior was solemn and fairly simple. But, there she was resplendent.  Is she not lovely?

Triduum and Fulfillment

Art by Sheila Harrington

TRIDUUM

I

HOLY THURSDAY

Mass of the Chrism

Blessing of the Sacred Oil

First Consecration

II

GOOD FRIDAY

Our suffering Lamb

Sacrifice of Salvation

Fruit of Prophesy

III

HOLY SATURDAY

Silence of the tomb

Rest, await on fulfillment

His Resurrection

FULFILLMENT

EASTER SUNDAY

Fragrance of incense

Rising and wafting as His Body

Entrance into heaven

Normal life - stillness and peace

My day will be my own today while the kids are at work and Don is off doing genealogy research.  I will have busy at-home time for myself and am feeling peaceful and still as I sit on the balcony with my morning coffee.

There is laundry to do, dishes to unload from the dishwasher and then more dishes to load in.  I have one more fabric strip to attach to the top side of baby's quilt and a book to finish (The Wind in the Door).  Photos need to be edited.  Text needs to be written.  There is dinner to plan and prepare.

But.  First.

There is the pleasure of enjoying this rainy morning with Blessed Mother, Queen of My Hearth.  Heart, yes, but also Hearth.  There are birds to feed and prayer to offer to God in gratitude for another day.

Sitting on the balcony invites quiet scrutiny of the world just beneath me.  A neighbor drives his trash over to the collection area, another neighbor steps out on the patio and has her first smoke of the day.  And another car drives by with a trash bag balanced on trunk.  Clearly, this person does not want the scent of trash in the car. AT ALL.  It was sort of funny, actually.

A four year old bounces out the front door, mom not far behind.  He waits expectantly by the car door as mom ambles forward to join him.  Another boy, this one maybe 12, walks in a mood of close companionship with his mother to where, I wonder.  Their car is still in the parking space.  Perhaps dad is using it later.  Car sharing is something I know a lot about.  Which brings me back to today and things to do.  Don will be gone, I will be without a car and I don't mind AT ALL.