All Saints

Last Saturday night I met up with some students in Muncie's oldest Catholic church (there are three) for the celebration of All Saints. The celebrant of the Mass gave me spiritual direction before Mass began. It was a traditional Latin Mass. It was a low Mass, too, which means there was no music and everything was said instead of chanted. It was at a side altar, too. It's nice to see side altars used these days.

After the Mass I met a student in one of our Bible studies who is not Catholic but just began RCIA. "How did you like it?" I asked. His eyes lit up and he smiled. "I loved it," he said.

Poem of the Day: Dies Irae

Today is All Souls Day, the commemoration of all the souls departed. All Souls Day is the occasion of one of the Middle Ages' (and Western Civilization's) most famous poems, the Dies Irae. Subsequently it's also one of the most famous Gregorian chants. In the context of the All Souls Day Mass, it is sung as a sequence and comes in the Mass right before the Gospel. Here is a video with the text and music, and below that is the translation:



Day of wrath! O day of mourning!
See fulfilled the prophets' warning,
Heaven and earth in ashes burning!

Oh, what fear man's bosom rendeth,
when from heaven the Judge descendeth,
on whose sentence all dependeth.

Wondrous sound the trumpet flingeth;
through earth's sepulchers it ringeth;
all before the throne it bringeth.

Death is struck, and nature quaking,
all creation is awaking,
to its Judge an answer making.

Lo! the book, exactly worded,
wherein all hath been recorded:
thence shall judgment be awarded.

When the Judge his seat attaineth,
and each hidden deed arraigneth,
nothing unavenged remaineth.

What shall I, frail man, be pleading?
Who for me be interceding,
when the just are mercy needing?

King of Majesty tremendous,
who dost free salvation send us,
Fount of pity, then befriend us!

Think, good Jesus, my salvation
cost thy wondrous Incarnation;
leave me not to reprobation!

Faint and weary, thou hast sought me,
on the cross of suffering bought me.
shall such grace be vainly brought me?

Righteous Judge! for sin's pollution
grant thy gift of absolution,
ere the day of retribution.

Guilty, now I pour my moaning,
all my shame with anguish owning;
spare, O God, thy suppliant groaning!

Thou the sinful woman savedst;
thou the dying thief forgavest;
and to me a hope vouchsafest.

Worthless are my prayers and sighing,
yet, good Lord, in grace complying,
rescue me from fires undying!

With thy favored sheep O place me;
nor among the goats abase me;
but to thy right hand upraise me.

While the wicked are confounded,
doomed to flames of woe unbounded
call me with thy saints surrounded.

Low I kneel, with heart submission,
see, like ashes, my contrition;
help me in my last condition.

Ah! that day of tears and mourning!
From the dust of earth returning
man for judgment must prepare him;
Spare, O God, in mercy spare him!

Lord, all pitying, Jesus blest,
grant them thine eternal rest. Amen.

(This is a poetic translation. A literal one can be found here)

Longings

As the deer pants for streams of water, so my soul pants for you, O God. Psalm 42:1

"I thirst" John 19:28

Future Pope?

I'm slightly kidding about the future pope thing, but who knows? With God all things are possible! I've heard a lot of good things about this bishop: Athanasius Schneider ORC, auxiliary bishop of Karaganda, Kazakhstan. From the remotest regions of the world! Who would have thought?

He's the author of a book called Dominus Est.