Low Sunday, Divine Mercy Sunday, and canonizations, a full day!

From Missa Secunda, Hans Leo Hassler:










And at my home parish, we were treated to adoration, confession, the Divine Mercy Chaplet, and Benediction. A beautiful day!

Laetare Jerusalem!

I couldn't find a good recording of the hymns we sang today, Jerusalem the Golden, and Father, We Thank Thee Who Hast Planted. But here is the Sanctus from the beautiful Palestrina setting, Missa Aeterna Christi Munera.

some of today's music, third Sunday in Lent

and as a beautiful a capella postlude:

To Be a Pilgrim

Ah, the days of pre-Lent. Septuagesima last week and Sexagesima Sunday today. This is the first year I have experienced this season within the context of the Traditional Latin mass Community. It's been a definite learning experience, as well as a grace experience. It is very cool to feel a part of the Church that reaches back into the Ages.

I have remarked to Bob about the MUSIC at this mass. I am amazed at how many different mass settings there are, and besides Palestrina, the composers go from Mendelssohn to Monteverdi. Last week the Communion piece was by Stravinsky.

Today, the Entrance Hymn was by John Henry Newman, called Praise to the Holiest in the Height. The Recessional Hymn was called He who Would Valiant Be. That one, upon looking around for a version to post for you, turns out to have an interesting history, somehow incorporating John Bunyan? It also was sung at Margaret Thatcher's funeral. (I am not posting that version because there are some horrible comments). But I found it to be a lovely hymn, albeit a little tough to sight read, especially since our music and words are separated, and one has to bounce the eyes back and forth.

This version is somewhat like we had today, and is nice because it includes the words as you go along.





I also thought his was a sweet way to do it. what a nice piece to have in the mind as we gear up for Lent!

A music post for a Sunday night

Recently, I found an old Sonic Session CD my kids had from when there used to be a station called Y100 in the Philadelphia area. It has this song on it, and I played it enough so that they were getting a little irritated with me. What can I say, it sounded really good in the car. Also, it was making me think of something, but I couldn't put my finger on it. Besides the evocative lyrics and that I just like acoustic versions of things, there was something else.

Then I got it. Many love songs can be translated to the love God has for us and vice versa. This one goes back and forth, with God sometimes the speaker, sometimes us. When we forget Him, He is the one looking and waiting for us to come back and remember Him. He is the one saying, "If you want it, come and get it, for cryin' out loud. The love that I was givin' you was never in doubt."  And it is He that opened Himself up to jealously, bitterness and ridicule on our behalf.

Anyway. Can't you just see God saying, "for crying out loud!" 




Friday night I'm going nowhere
All the lights are changing green to red
Turning over tv stations
Situations running through my head

Looking back through time
You know it's clear that I've been blind
I've been a fool
To open up my heart
To all that jealousy that bitterness that ridicule


Saturday I'm running wild
And all the lights are changing red to green
Moving through the crowd
I'm pushing chemicals all rushing in my bloodstream

Only wish that you were here
You know I've seen it so clear
I've been afraid
To show you how I really feel
Admit to some of those bad mistakes I've made


And If you want it come and get it
(For) Crying out loud
The love that I was giving you was
Never in doubt

Let go your heart let go your head
And feel it now

Let go your heart let go your head
And feel it no...w

Babylon
Babylon
Babylon


Sunday all the lights in London
Shining sky is fading red to blue
When I'm kicking through the Autumn leaves
Am wondering where it is you might be going to

And am turning twirling back for home
You know I'm feeling so alone
I can't believe
Climbing on the stair I turn around
To see you smiling there in front of me

He really did change my world

Recently, a blogger friend of mine began a new blog to which he dedicates Tuesdays to sharing some of his favorite music, blues. Yesterday, he posted a song by Eric Clapton called, "Holy Mother." Clapton's life was chock-full of  difficulties, addiction, and tragedy. His music contains a lot of his journey, and has at times, outlined how he relies on his faith in God. This song is one beautiful example.

Another song Clapton sang in 1996, "Change the World," though not written by him, really did change my world. It came during the last few years of a turbulent thirteen-year marriage, when things were really escalating, and my hope that things would turn around was fading. I heard the song while driving, and it pierced me to the core. I heard God in it, telling me that He saw me, loved me, and had a plan to do something about my situation. This message did not instantly heal me, nor keep me from making further mistakes, but it did throw me a rope to hang on to while I made my way to shore.

Jesus truly does come and rescue that one wandering sheep.

If I could reach the stars
Pull one down for you
Shine it on my heart
So you could see the truth
That this love I have inside
Is everything it seems
But for now I find
It's only in my dreams

And I can change the world
I will be the sunlight in your universe
You would think my love was really something good
Baby if I could change the world

And if I could be king
Even for a day
I'd take you as my queen
I'd have it no other way
[ From: http://www.elyrics.net ]
And our love would rule
This kingdom we had made
Till then I'd be a fool
Wishing for the day

That I can change the world
I would be the sunlight in your universe
You would think my love was really something good
Baby if I could change the world
Baby if I could change the world

I could change the world
I would be the sunlight in your universe
You would think my love was really something good
Baby if I could change the world
Baby if I could change the world
Baby if I could change the world

the team roster

I had a request yesterday! To list the "kids" (I say it that way because some are preparing to pass me) and their ages. So I thought I would do a bit more and give a little bio on each. I will try to respect their privacy and only tell you things that would totally embarrass them if you ever met. Oops, did I type that out loud?

Well, as you know my first was aborted. He would have been born somewhere around November of 1980. Later, I named him John, and asked his forgiveness, as well as the Lord's, of course.In the last few years I have begun to talk about this, in the hopes of being able to help others who are struggling with a past abortion, or considering one.


Meghann was born in 1982, she is now 28 and married to Jeff.  They have a son, Kaden, 2, who is pictured here_ frequently _. Meghann is a convert to Catholicism, one year this Easter! She is an amazing girl in every way. Her life and mine are very interconnected, even though they live in Michigan and I in Philadelphia. We sort of have parallel experiences. Maybe I will expound on that sometime. But she was the child of my youth, her dad and I married at 19 and 20. She and I kind of grew up together; she weathered a whole lot of stuff!  Some of it was my inexperience and immaturity, but not all, and some things we survived together. She is such a strong person, she had to do some real battle, and she surely came out on top. God is blessing her for her perseverance and faith. He literally saved her life shortly after she had her son. ~Jeff, now, is really the best son in law anyone could have. I trust him with his wife and son completely, his love and commitment to them is so solid. He also is a fantastical guitar player and is in a great band.

I could go on about Kaden for well, a really long time, in true Nonnie fashion. If you have read, or continue to follow me on here, you will hear lots about him. He is precious, loving, intelligent and an extreme individualist! Please remember his mother in your prayers. But he is so adorable and sweet, she is often as tickled as she is disconcerted with him.


I should add here that Meghann's father and I divorced when she was two, my own mother was in the last stages of lung, brain and liver cancer then also--AND I was 22 years old. It was kind of a rough time.




I married again in 1986, we separated in 1998, divorced in 2000. We had five children.

Daniel is next. He was born in 1987, and is now 22. He lives with his dad, and I often am almost overcome with sadness that I have missed a great deal of his life, and have to honestly say that I don't know him well. The last time he lived with me was 1998, when he was 11. I homeschooled him up until a year before that, and he had a memory that astounded me. He memorized a poem by Ogden Nash, called, The Tale of Custard the Dragon. He was about nine, and it is quite a long poem. He did it with great panache, too.

                                                                                                      

He is a great drummer, and extreme biker, a hard worker; he is still sweet to me, and I love and miss him.

I had a miscarriage next, in 1989. It was difficult and physically painful, and scary. My eldest brother, Jerry, was nearing the end of his life at that time, so it all is kind of a blur to me now. I never did get to name that child, who lived to 7 weeks in utero, but I didn't lose her till 14 weeks.

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Corrie came along in 1990. She was the elf baby, born very close to, but not on, St. Patricks day, and boy, did she look it. Crystal blue eyes and a way about her that made every single thing she did be cute. Hmm, maybe that's the same gene Kaden got....anyways, she was and is very intelligent, (really all of them are), but this one was able to outsmart me before age 2. Still beautiful and still cute today, she is 20. I am blessed to have her living with me for the past year, and getting to know her again. She is working through some tough stuff, and we are all just loving her and praying her whole. Her boyfriend, Justin, is pictured in our slideshow. He is an accomplished musician, singing with, among many other things, the Opera Company of Philadelphia.                                                                                       
                                                                                                          

                    He also is a magician. Here he is entertaining Corrie.

                                                                                                                                                                    Now, Melissa,born in 1991,  who has been known as "the little mother", "the bee"(taken from the meaning of her name), and more recently Mimi, Mooshka, and Moose (shortened from Mooshka --even a nickname gets cut?) those obtained at the Mexican/Japanese cafe that she has worked at for three years. She is so capable and hard working-she has been left to run the place while the owner is out of the country, at age 18. Now she is nineteen.

She is closing in on an associates degree at Community College,where she has been at the top of her class with regularity,  and then it's off to another college next fall. She plans to become a psychiatrist. She is an excellent writer (see the post called cleaning house for a little more about her), an avid runner, yogi, and outdoors lover. She kayaked this summer. She can cook and bake; she cleans in maniacal bursts. Her boyfriend, Adam, is in our slideshow as well as the previous post. He plans to enter the police academy this fall. Both Melissa and Adam are converts, Melissa when she was 13, and Adam this past Easter!  She loves marshmallows and gummy candy. She also often hears strange versions of what we say, for instance of someone says "pass the mustard", she hears, "whose *ss ruptured?!" and things of that nature.

In July of 1993, I brought Rachael home on my birthday. She is now 17, a senior in high school. Both she AND Melissa will be off to some college next fall. Yikes. Rachael is our singer, though I love to sing and often do, I still consider her The Singer. I love when she joins Bob and I when we play for masses, (which she almost always graciously does). She is also an excellent student, well loved by her friends and teachers. She is affectionate and fun to be with. She can be moody, but we wait her out, knowing she will be back. Art is her first love, and she plans to apply to some good art schools. She is in the midst of choosing which ones and will be applying very soon.We will hopefully be off to visit some of them later this fall!

Ben was born on my mother's birthday in July, in 1995. He was my roughest pregnancy/delivery, for one reason because it was a very hot summer, and for another, he was almost as big as I was. He weighed in at ten pounds, four ounces, and was no butterball. Think angles, like a Tonka truck. I rightly predicted he would grow up and pass everybody, and he obliged me. He is fifteen and 6'2". He is a thoughtful, quiet, intelligent person. But he also has a riotous sense of humor. He had everyone laughing so hard in the van on our way home from North Carolina that I thought I was going to have to pull over. He is also a drummer. Our basement vibrates for an hour or two each day. I think the neighbors appreciate the fact that he is good. No one has called the police yet.



Malaika is our youngest. She is ten (almost eleven!-she would not want me to leave that out). She is lively and energetic--except when she is angry or upset--then she adopts a Frankenstein walk with stiff arms and develops a hunchback. I can see it now; when she has kids of her own, they will say, "oh oh, Mom's doing her walk again, we better run for it". She is being schooled in many things by a houseful of teenagers and young adults, which translates to; 1.having a large vocabulary and knowing how to use it, and related to but not the same; 2.Being able to verbally spar with Extreme sarcasm. Once we were talking about using a less crass word rather than fart, and I said that when the kids were little, we used to say "bunny". Her response? "Well, that just besmirched the name of Bunny". Besmirched? Who says that?  She does have some very lovely qualities; she is generous with her possessions and her love, her favorite saint is Saint Francis, and rightly so, because she loves animals and all creatures.
 
Here she is with Rusty, my brother's dog, at his home in North Carolina. Malaika left Rusty her little travel pillow. She placed it on his bed, didn't say a word to anybody, and we came home. My brother called  to tell us she had done this, and asked if we wanted it sent back. I said no, Malaika wants him to have it. Gary said Rusty likes it, he misses her and it has her scent on it.                                                                                                                 



Well, this is the lineup! We hope to soon have everyone together, something we have not been able to accomplish, as Meghann, Jeff and Kaden plan to come for Thanksgiving. If we can snag Daniel for that day, as last year, maybe we can pull it off. And if I don't harm the camera by then, we will take loads of pictures!

Well, this page contains the pieces of my heart. Thanks to the friend that requested it, it was a very worthwhile exercise in love and remembrance.



 I gave each one a green scapular--I say the prayer each day,along with my other prayers for them--






Here is a bit about what it is used for--it is not everything--it's main focus is on conversion. Who of us doesn't need continual conversion?



Favors obtained by invoking Our Lady under this title have been truly remarkable. The Society of the Green Scapular was formed specifically because of the incredible miracles obtained from Our Heavenly Mother during a brief six-month period. There were miracles of health, peace and conversion. At a major national medical center in the suburbs of Washington, D.C., two people were cured of fatal diseases, just a few days from death! Others were on the verge of suicide. Through the Green Scapular devotion they were given the wisdom to understand why they were so miserable, and the strength to make the changes necessary to bring happiness and hope into their lives. Most importantly, there were truly wonderful graces bringing people in various circumstances to reconcile themselves to Jesus in the fullness of His Truth and grace. Family and friends, who had fallen away from the Catholic Faith, and even those who never had faith, came to embrace the Sacraments (sometimes after being away a lifetime). People involved in dangerous relationships saw their bad companions change for the better or leave the relationship. Work environments witnessed an increase of purity in speech, modesty in dress and charity in behavior.



God Bless you!
Peace,
Kelly