Christ is Alive!
SOME THOUGHTS ON THE RESURRECTION OF OUR LORD JESUS CHRIST
by Sr Valery Walker
For so many reasons we all rejoice in the resurrection of Our Lord. We rejoice that
SOME THOUGHTS ON THE RESURRECTION OF OUR LORD JESUS CHRIST
by Sr Valery Walker
For so many reasons we all rejoice in the resurrection of Our Lord. We rejoice that
by Sr Ann Catherine Swailes o.p.
'When I survey the wondrous cross', we have just sung, as we sing, year by year, in one of the best known and best loved, of all English Passiontide hymns. It is so familiar indeed, that perhaps we rarely stop to consider the oddity of that first line, but it is odd, to say the least. Of course, the one who hung on the Cross is wondrous, with a wonder beyond human words, the fairest of the children of men and the image of the invisible God. But the Cross? How can anyone talk of a barbaric means of execution as “wondrous”?
Read more …'When I survey the wondrous cross' A Sermon for Good Friday
by Sr Tamsin Mary o.p.
His trying took three days. No, not a day:
his execution lasted some short hours.
Granted, He suffered, but how can you say
His pain and grief was greater than all ours,
who here upon the rack of this world's woe
live years of suffering and bitter pain?
Because He suffered what we hardly know:
What goodness suffers from the touch of sin;
because He knew, before He suffered death,
how He would suffer, struggling for breath
on nail-torn hands and slipping iron bonds
the splinters of the Cross in scourged wounds.
And with His mother's milk He tasted gall,
and swaddled sweetly knew the tomb and pall.
by Sr Ann Catherine Swailes.
It’s finished.
Leaden, the words fall, and the silence rings.
And rigid and unyielding as the wood,
The silly loveliness of former things
by Sr Ann Catherine Swailes
There is an ancient legend that identifies Veronica, who comforted Jesus on the way to Calvary, with the woman whom he healed of a haemorrhage earlier in His ministry.
Salted with grains of blood his cheek
Pearls flung from the crazy crown
That jaunts on his burning, sweat-thatched head
Through the leering, holy-day town:
Read more …Holy Week poems 1. Veronica Wipes the Face of Jesus