Yesterday was beautiful and sunny, but it was just a ruse, a cunning device to deceive brought on by the Old Adversary. Today is different. Our Enemy the Climate has changed. Thunder rolls, while rain lashes down against the weathered timbers of the Compound's HQ with elemental, enraged fury. Not unlike Hillary on hearing the news of Trump's victory in 2016.
Are we deterred, thrown into wailing, weeping, tariff induced panic as we hunker down in our hardened bomb/tornado shelter? Hardly. First step: Stand on the porch like Ahab, braving the elements. Second Step: Gather the faithful for Evening Prayer at Mission #1, 1928 BCP thank you very much. Then say that important act of communal worship as thunder rolls like an artillery barrage and rain crashes down.
My soul doth magnify the Lord, regardless of climactic opposition. Speaking of which, do any of you pray the Roman Breviary? I used to and liked it, but its hideous English translations of psalms and canticles became too much to bear and I jettisoned the thing. For all I know there's a better variant out there but I haven't seen it.
Speaking of which, I remember talking with some senior Roman priests somewhere in Gloucestershire, years ago. They scorned the new liturgical texts, "All they had to do, Father, was use the language already worked out by the Church of England. But no, they wouldn't do that, thought they were clever. But they weren't, utterly useless." I loved those old boys.
Regardless, the Texan sky has turned that shade of green which may or may not presage a further storm. Does this mean we should pay the Weather moar tax, like some kind of Dane Geld? I say no, you might say yes. Your call.
No Rule,
LSP
10 comments:
The Clinton whale tasks me.
Baal is the storm deity you should be approaching to solve your weather related problems. Fortunately for you, I can intercede with Baal on your behalf and all it takes is gold coin to satisfy the storm diety. The deity doesn't accept checks.
Will we be treated to a special blog when the new Queen of Hillsboro arrives and takes up residence in her castle?
My dear Wild, it is revolting.
Yes, LL, Climate Cash is king.
It shall be a great thing, Mr. Wolf.
To have been a fly on the wall in her suite on that glorious night in 2016.
High on the wall to dodge the flying bottles and lamps.
As to the breviary, we use Baronius Press. The scripture passages match the Douay Rheims but the hymns are literal translations. When pinched for time or place we use
https://www.divinumofficium.com/cgi-bin/horas/officium.pl
with the 1960 rubrics. Good scripture translations and more poetic hymn settings. As OCD's we are required to pray Lauds and Vespers; I try to add Compline and Matins as often as possible.
Nice one, DOS. You'd think the Ordinariate would come up with something usable and perhaps they have, but I haven't seen it.
Ah, European art at it's finest. The painting, I mean. Absolutely beautiful.
The milk-curdling visage of the actual Clinton president (you know she was the actual one, not the sex predator) is as bad or worse than the salt-sucking beast visage of The Mooch that reminds me of a certain episode of "Star Trek" wherein the crew go to an archeological dig on a planet and encounter said salt-sucking beast.
Bleh. Need to look at that beautiful painting of the blessed Virgin.
Beans, it's very beautiful. We need to reclaim art just as we need to detain Hillary. What a nasty piece of work. So... not beautiful. Ugly in fact.
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