What Does The Prayer Really Say?
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Post Communionem for the 1st Week in Ordinary Time

The Post communionem comes to us by way of the old Mass for Sexagesima and also, if I am not mistaken, the 2nd Sunday of Lent in the older Missal.

POST COMMUNIONEM
Supplices te rogamus, omnipotens Deus,
ut, quos tuis reficis sacramentis,
tibi etiam placitis moribus
dignanter deservire concedas.

This would be a good question for your Latin students. Quaeritur – There are four instances of the ending -is: How are they different/similar?

LITERAL VERSION
Humbly we beseech You, Almighty God,
that You may grant that those whom You refresh with Your sacramental mysteries,
may also serve You worthily
in pleasing moral conduct of life.

Sometimes it is embarassing to be from The People’s Rebublic of Minnesota. Think of its presidential electoral history and also the dark experience of electing Jesse Ventura as governor. Now another … how does one describe this particular type of idiot… ? Here is part of the story, to you, from Reuters:

I vant to get your vote! Self-proclaimed vampire running for governor of Minnesota Reuters MINNEAPOLIS - Minnesota voters, who eight years ago elected a former professional wrestler as their governor, may find a self-proclaimed vampire on the ballot for the office this year. “Politics is a cut-throat business,” said Jonathon “The Impaler” Sharkey, who said he plans to announce his bid for governor on Friday on the ticket of the Vampyres, Witches and Pagans Party. Like Jesse “The Body” Ventura, who was elected governor as an independent in 1998, the 41-year-old Sharkey once was a wrestler, although he spent his time “The Unholiest of Kings: Tarantula” on obscure professional circuits. “I’m a Satanist who doesn’t hate Jesus,” Sharkey told Reuters. “I just hate God the Father.”

I went to do an annulment talk last night at a parish in a little town downriver called Ecorse. Unfortunately, no one showed up. I waited for 15-20 minutes, until the pastor came in, apologized – they had promoted the talk
in the bulletin and from the pulpit, but there just weren’t any takers.

But, during my time there, I had a chance to pick up pen and paper and come up with:

I spoke of divorce in Ecorse, perforce
there is no recourse to divorce, of course;
that is, of course,
unless the source
is the Church’s visible head.

A Privilege isn’t divorce, of course,
though similar in its effects and force:
one may, of course,
without remorse
jump into another bed.