HOLY SATURDAY & EASTER VIGIL



  

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Divine Office, Saturday April 4th, 2015  (http://divineoffice.org):
“What is happening? Today there is a great silence over the earth, a great silence, and stillness, a great silence because the King sleeps; the earth was in terror and was still, because God slept in the flesh and raised up those who were sleeping from the ages. God has died in the flesh, and the underworld has trembled.”[1]
Holy Saturday is a day of silence, rest, and prayer. Today God is concealed, which creates a divine pause, stilling our hearts. Today, as the Church waits for the return of the Servant, there are no liturgical celebrations until the Easter Vigil Mass. As the people of God, we are asked to enter into Christ’s rest, a form of self-emptying. As Pope Francis said, “Holy Week is not so much a time of sorrow, but rather a time to enter into Christ’s way of thinking and acting. It is a time of grace given us by the Lord so that we can move beyond a dull or mechanical way of living our faith, and instead open the doors of our hearts.”[2][3]
Written by Sarah Ciotti
Reviewed by Fr. Hugh Feiss, OSB, STD

[1] Unknown, The Lord’s Descent into Hell, ed Pontifical University Saint Thomas Aquinas, Vatican.va.
[2] Francis I, March 27, 2013.
[3] Adrian Nocent, OSB, The Liturgical Year: Lent & Holy Week (Collegeville, MN: Liturgical Press, 1977), 94-98.

Tonight is my favourite celebration of The Holy Sacrifice of the Mass ~ THE EASTER VIGIL MASS.

When I was younger I always felt that it was too early to celebrate the Resurrection.  What an experience though.

In my opinion it's best if the celebration does not begin until late at night so that Mass itself does not begin until after midnight  --  IE Sunday.  (The Church today makes sure that it follows the Jewish method of keeping track of the days.  Holy Saturday ends at sundown.) 

What a wonderful and glorious night!
God became Man.
God grew in Mother Mary and was born a humble baby.
God was obedient to His Mother and foster father St. Joseph.
God taught us ... He performed miracles ... He left us His Body and Blood, Soul and Divinity in the Blessed Sacrament ... He established His Church which provided us with the bible and His sacraments ... He took our sins upon His sinless Self AND SUFFERED AND DIED OUT OF LOVE FOR US.
Death has no power over God.  He was the first to rise from the dead.  We shall follow if we so choose.
  

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GOOD FRIDAY ... O SACRED HEAD

Lyrics: O Sacred Head Surrounded
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Latin: Salve caput cruentatum, St. Bernard)

O Sacred Head surrounded
By crown of piercing thorn!
O bleeding Head so wounded,
Reviled and put to scorn!
Death's pallid hue comes o'er Thee,
The glow of life decays,
Yet angel hosts adore Thee,
And tremble as they gaze.

In this, Thy bitter passion,
Good shepherd, think of me,
With Thy most sweet compassion,
Unworthy though I be:
Beneath Thy cross abiding,
Forever would I rest;
In Thy dear love confiding,
And with Thy presence blest.


Meditation by St. Alphonsus De Liguori

Ah, cruel thorns, ungrateful creatures, wherefore do ye torment your Creator thus? But to what purpose asks St. Augustine, dost thou find fault with the thorns? They were but innocent instruments--our sins, our evil thoughts, were the wicked thorns which afflicted the head of Jesus Christ: "What are the thorns but sinners?"

Thou, too, therefore, O my soul, didst then inflict torture upon the venerable head of thy Redeemer by thy many consentings to evil: Know thou and behold how grievous and bitter it is for thee to have left the Lord thy God." Open now thine eyes, and see, and bitterly bewail all thy life long the evil that thou hast done in so ungratefully turning thy back upon thy Lord and God.

Ah, my Jesus! No, Thou hast not deserved that I should have treated Thee as I have done. I have done evil; I have been in the wrong; I am sorry for it with all my heart. Oh, pardon me, and give me a sorrow which may make me bewail all my life long the wrongs that I have done Thee. My Jesus, my Jesus, pardon me, wishing, as I do, to love Thee forever.
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This always gives me puse for thought:

"Yet angel hosts adore Thee,
And tremble as they gaze."