Wednesday, December 24, 2014

Almost Christmas



While you're all recovering from Festivus and getting ready for Kwanzaa, I'm gearing up for the first Masses of Christmas, fortified by Huevos Rancheros, strong coffee, and corn tortillas.

Excuse me?

Here's some Austin Farrer to reflect on before Mass:

“WHEN Mary laid Jesus Christ upon her knees, when she searched him with her eyes, when she fed him at the breast, she did not study to love him because she ought, she loved him because he was dear: he was her Son. His conception had been supernatural, perplexing, affrighting; it had called for faith in the incomprehensible, and obedience beyond the limit of human power. His nativity was human and sweet, and the love with which she embraced it was a natural growth, inseparable from the thing she loved. She was blessed above all creatures, because she loved her Maker inevitably and by simple nature; even though it needed the sword—wounds of the Passion to teach her fully that it was her Maker whom she loved. The Son of Mary is the Son of all human kind; we embrace him with the love of our kind, that we may be led up with Mary to a love beyond kind, a selfless love for the supreme Goodness, when we too shall have climbed the ladder of the cross.”

I love that -- the Farrer, not the random dancing priestess, obviously.

God bless,

LSP

6 comments:

jenny said...

"She was blessed above all creatures, because she loved her Maker inevitably and by simple nature..."

That's beautiful. Thank you for sharing. Merry Christmas!

LL said...

The obese dancing priestess to Baal does not match the text below it...

Blue Fang would lay into the parody of righteousness.

And moving on, Pretty Jenny +1

Michael Peterson said...

Austin F was a great saint of the church.
Merry Christmas to you and yours, parson.

LSP said...

Thanks, Jenny. I love that passage.

Merry Christmas!

LSP said...

Blue Smiter has no time for the dancing priestess servants of Baal, that's for sure.

LSP said...

Thanks, Padre. AF was a friend of my parents, interestingly. If only we had a few of them today...

Merry Christmas!