In the scheme of things, daybreak was at 06:31. The scheme lead to sunset a little while ago at 1951.
The Ave Maria ought to ring at 20:00.
The Moon was Full at 02:22. You know what that means.
The Roman Station is St. John Lateran.
It is the Feast of St. Martin I (+656).
It is Palm Sunday.
I had the deep pleasure today of celebrating Holy Mass for the 1st Anniversary of the passing away of the wife of one of you readers. It is a tradition to have Masses 7 days, 30, and 1 year after death. Of course every day in between is great too.
I am able to take some intentions right now. HERE
The church was jammed for the Palm Sunday blessing of palms and olive branches, the procession and the Mass. Renovation on one side of the nave meant squeezing on the other side. A couple of priests also heard confessions. Many members of the Archconfraternity were there (but there were more who weren’t).
Here is the end of the procession, come back to church.
After Mass members of the Archconfraternity knelt for a blessing.
I have some great news for you readers who like to participate in liturgical projects. The Parish™ needs a new darker purple, violet set that can cover the pre-55 Palm Sunday rites. Therefore it will need folded chasubles, the broad-stole, tabernacle veil, antependium, dalmatics, etc. It is going to be very nice. Not Gammarelli this time.
It’s not all liturgy. This is a wonderful sauté of mussels and clams.
Turbot from the oven with veg.
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Why not Gammarelli for the new vestments? Something wrong with Gammarelli?
The seafood looks great.
Who is the Cardinal in the sacristy?
I was most unhappy yesterday to be unable to attend the Palm Sunday Mass, and unable indeed to even set foot out of the house.
The typical material impediment of my disability has lessened in recent weeks, but it was increased yesterday by some respiratory infection that I could not overcome.
A spiritual impediment existed too, in that I was in the kind of bad and sinful state of mind that I can come up with for my own sins and also from such material impediments and frustrations (which is no excuse for them).
Today anyway I was able to go down shortly just for my trite shopping purposes, and yet at the spot where I normally sit out with my book and read, close enough to the Lord Jesus in His Tabernacle in the road behind the church where I was baptised 20 years ago, at my exact habitual spot, a bunch of Palm Sunday olive branches was laying there, waiting for me, laid there I know not how, but certainly for me.
Bless the Saints and Angels of and from our Lord Jesus !!
Bless our Guardian Angels !!
Bless His Church that provides us with such Hope and succour in our troubles and despite (and against) our petty sinfulness and against and despite the weaknesses of our bodies and of our minds.
In Faith, and in Hope, and in Charity.