I was watching or finishing set two of the Andy Murray match so I missed half the Mass. I don’t suppose it matters much. I missed my favourite psalm:
Oh that today you would listen to his voice,
Harden not your hearts as at Meribah
As on that day at Massah in the desert
MONDAY – The Presentation of the Lord
There was the annual mass for religious at Westminster Cathedral, which I suppose I gatecrashed.
Luke’s reading is of course the beautiful peon of Simeon:
“Now Master you can let your servant go in peace, just as you promised, because my eyes have seen the salvation, which you have prepared for all the nations to see, a light to enlighten the Pagan and the glory of your people Israel.”
We had a debate on mitochondrial DNA. I wish I could have made some more elevated arguments to do with the human soul but they alluded me. To do the process you have to kill between two and ten embryos.
“With so many witnesses in a great cloud on every side of us, we too, then should throw off everything that hinders us.” (Hebrews 12)
Perhaps the embryos are in the great cloud of witnesses, now dead.
In Hebrews 12:4-7, 11-15, there is a difficult passage about suffering:
“Suffering is part of your training.”
But why should it be? Perhaps this is the answer:
“Of course, any punishment is most painful at the time, and far from pleasant; but later in those on whom it has been used, it bears fruit in peace and goodness.”
THURSDAY – Saint Agatha
The evening before, much as I like Wolf Hall on the BBC, I decided to go to the XV dinner. I thought I would miss stories of cardinals and Dukes of Norfolk in sixteenth century England but I found myself sitting next to the Duke of Norfolk and two places down from Cardinal Murphy O’Connor.
Much changes but dukes and cardinals are still there.
“O God, we ponder your love within your temple.” (Psalm 47)
FRIDAY – St Paul Miki and Companions, Martyrs
“Continue to love each other like brothers and remember always to welcome strangers, for by doing this some people have entertained angels without knowing it.” (Hebrews 13)
This is the point. Better be nice to people we meet casually in the street. They might be angels.
I was at Downside for the Oblates meeting. Father Alexander gave me this lovely prayer to cheer me up. It didn’t seem to calm the back pain, the middle of the night which before had been excruciating.
“May the Lord bless you and keep you, and shine the light of his face upon you, and give you peace.”
I think of it now when the press just wants to be malicious.