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miércoles, 15 de septiembre de 2010

"Behold, your mother"

DAILY GOSPEL: 15/09/2010
«Lord, to whom shall we go? You have the words of eternal life.» John 6,68


Our Lady of Sorrows - Memorial


Letter to the Hebrews 5:7-9.
In the days when he was in the flesh, he offered prayers and supplications with loud cries and tears to the one who was able to save him from death, and he was heard because of his reverence.
Son though he was, he learned obedience from what he suffered;
and when he was made perfect, he became the source of eternal salvation for all who obey him,

Psalms 31(30):2-3.4.5-6.15-16.20.
In you, LORD, I take refuge; let me never be put to shame. In your justice deliver me;
incline your ear to me; make haste to rescue me! Be my rock of refuge, a stronghold to save me.
You are my rock and my fortress; for your name's sake lead and guide me.
Free me from the net they have set for me, for you are my refuge.
Into your hands I commend my spirit; you will redeem me, LORD, faithful God.
But I trust in you, LORD; I say, "You are my God."
My times are in your hands; rescue me from my enemies, from the hands of my pursuers.
How great is your goodness, Lord, stored up for those who fear you. You display it for those who trust you, in the sight of all the people.

Holy Gospel of Jesus Christ according to Saint John 19:25-27.
Standing by the cross of Jesus were his mother and his mother's sister, Mary the wife of Clopas, and Mary of Magdala.
When Jesus saw his mother and the disciple there whom he loved, he said to his mother, "Woman, behold, your son."
Then he said to the disciple, "Behold, your mother." And from that hour the disciple took her into his home. 
Jn 19,25-27
Commentary of the day 
Blessed Guerric of Igny (c.1080-1157), Cistercian abbot
1st. Sermon for the Assumption ; PL 185A,187 (©1971 Cistercian Publications)
"Behold, your mother"
Mary bore a Son. In heaven, he is the Only-begotten of the Father; on earth, likewise, he is the Only-begotten of his Mother... She who is the only Virgin-Mother, she who glories in having borne the Only-begotten of the Father, embraces that same Only-begotten of hers in all his members and so can be truly called Mother of all in whom she recognizes her Christ to have been formed, or in whom she knows he is being formed. Eve handed on to her children an inheritance of certain death rather than the beginning of light. She is indeed called the mother of all the living, (Gen 3,20) but... as she was incapable of fulfilling the vocation of her title, Mary consummated the mystery. She herself, like the Church of which she is the type, is a mother of all who are reborn to life. She is, in fact, the mother of the Life by which everyone lives, and when she brought it forth from herself, she in some way brought to rebirth all those who were to live by that Life...
     
       Thus the blessed Mother of Christ, knowing that she is the mother of all Christians by reason of this mystery, shows herself a mother by her care and loving attention. For her heart is not hardened against these children as if they were not her own; her womb carried a child once only, yet it remains ever fruitful, never ceasing to bring forth the fruits of her motherly compassion. «The blessed Fruit of your womb» (Lk 1,42), 0 holy Mother, left you pregnant with inexhaustible tenderness. He was born of you once and for all, yet he remains in you always. 

                    

Wednesday, 15 September 2010

Our Lady of Sorrows - Memorial



Our Lady of Sorrows
(Memorial)
O God, when your Son was hung high on the cross
you willed that his Mother should stand by him and suffer with him.
Grant to your Church that she may share, through Mary, in Christ’s passion
and deserve to share also in his resurrection.
Through our Lord Jesus Christ, your Son,  
who lives and reigns with you in the unity of the Holy Spirit,  
God for ever and ever.
Amen  
Stabat Mater  (Sequence)
Stabat Mater dolorosa
iuxta crucem lacrimósa,
dum pendébat Fílius.
Cuius ánimam geméntem,
contristátam et doléntem
pertransívit gládius.
O quam tristis et afflícta
fuit illa benedícta,
mater Unigéniti!
Quæ mærébat et dolébat,
pia Mater, dum vidébat
Nati poenas íncliti.
Quis est homo qui non fleret,
Matrem Christi si vidéret
tanto supplício?
Quis non posset contristári,
piam Matrem contemplári
doléntem cum Fílio?
Pro peccátis suæ gentis
vidit lesum in torméntis, 
et flagéllis súbditum.
Vidit suum dulcem Natum
moriéndo desolátum, 
dum emísit spíritum.
Eia, Mater, fons amóris
me sentíre vim dolóris fac,
ut tecum lúgeam.
Fac ut árdeat cor meum
in amándo Christum Deum, 
ut sibi compláceam.
Sancta Mater, istud agas, 
Crucifíxi fige plagas
cordi meo válide.
Tui Nati vulneráti,
tam dignáti pro me pati,
poenas mecum divide.
Fac me tecum pie flere, 
Crucifíxo condolére, 
donec ego víxero.
Iuxta crucem tecum stare, 
ac me tibi sociáre
in planctu desídero.
Virgo vírginum præclára,
mihi iam non sis amára,
fac me tecum plángere.
Fac ut portem Christi mortem,  passiónis fac me sortem, 
et plagas recólere.
Fac me plagis vulnerári, 
cruce hac inebriári, 
et cruóre Filii.
Flammis urar succénsus, 
per te, Virgo, sim defénsus
in die iudícii.
Fac me cruce custodíri, 
morte Christi præmuníri, 
confovéri grátia.
Quando corpus moriétur, 
fac ut ánimæ donétur
Paradísi glória. Amen
At the cross her station keeping
stood the mournful Mother weeping,
close to Jesus to the last.
Through her heart, his sorrow sharing,
all his bitter anguish bearing
now at lenght the sword had passed.
Oh, how sad and sore distressed
was that Mother highly blessed,
of the sole-begotten One!
Christ above in torment hangs,
she beneath beholds the pangs
of her dying, glorious Son.
Is there one who would not weep,
whelmed in miseries so deep,
Christ's dear Mother to behold?
Can the human heart refrain
from partaking in her pain,
in that Mother's pain untold?
Bruised, derided, cursed, defiled,
she beheld her tender Child
All with bloody scourges rent.
For the sins of his own nation,
saw him hang in desolation,
Till his spirit forth he sent.
O sweet Mother! Font of love!
Touch my spirit from above,
make my heart with yours accord.
Make me feel as you have felt;
make my soul to glow and melt
with the love of Christ, my Lord.
Holy Mother! pierce me through,
in my heart each wound renew
of my Savior crucified.
Let me share with you his pain,
who for all our sins was slain,
who for me in torments died.
Let me mingle tears with you,
mourning him who mourned for me,
all the days that I may live.
By the cross with you to stay,
there with you to weep and pray,
is all I ask of you to give.
Virgin of all virgins blest!
Listen to my fond request:
let me share your grief divine;
Let me, to my latest breath,
in my body bear the death
of that dying Son of thine.
Wounded with his every wound,
steep my soul till it has swooned,
in his very Blood away;
Be to me, O Virgin, nigh,
lest in flames I burn and die,
in his awful judgment day.
Christ, when Thou shall call me hence,
by your Mother my defense,
by your cross my victory;
While my body here decays,
may my soul your goodness praise, safe in heaven eternally. Amen.

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