Urgent Appeal For Help...

My eyes are propped open with matchsticks right now, and I'm desperate to get to bed, but I just had to respond to this one - Clare from the Good Counsel Network has sent out an urgent and heartfelt plea for help.

Good Counsel (in much the same way as the Cardinal Winning Pro-Life Initiative) puts its money where its mouth is, and gives actual practical help to mothers in crisis pregnancies. These mothers would possibly have felt that there was no alternative to abortion without the help they receive from Good Counsel, and so the work that is done really does save lives.

I don't know if the Good Counsel Network would appreciate donations of actual goods via Amazon (as has been advertised before for the Sisters of the Gospel of Life when they have had an appeal) but funds are perilously low, so any money you can spare would be gratefully received.

The threat to the unborn is higher than ever, especially now. We need to show that we offer support for mothers who choose to keep their babies rather than have an abortion - something Marie Stopes and BPAS would never do. Please, please, help if you can, and everyone please pray for the work to succeed.

And With Your Spirit...

Yay!

This evening I attended my first Mass where the people's responses were taken from the new translation. I've been muttering "And with your Spirit" under my breath for a couple of months now, so I had no problems with that. I loved the fact that the Creed and the Gloria more closely reflected the structure of the Latin (I've become much more familiar with the Latin through singing it at the Extraordinary Form Mass) and the congregation didn't appear to have any problems with the phrasing.

Obviously there were slip-ups - it's all too easy to drop back into the version we've been using for so long - but that will soon pass.

I've been vaguely aware of negative murmurings - The Suppository's latest offering being a case in point - but claims that the phrasing is too clumsy for a congregation to recite are palpably untrue. A group of people can recite anything together if they practice. I've done it as a silly exercise in class: "All together now: Respiration is not the same as breathing!" What makes the difference is the person leading the group. If the priest reads the Confiteor, Gloria, Creed and Sanctus firmly and clearly, then the congregation will automatically modulate their speech pattern to fit in with him. It really isn't rocket science.

If the priest is positive about the new translation, then the congregation will take to it like ducks to water. It won't be absolutely perfect at the start, but I expect there were difficulties the last time too (funny how no-one ever seems to mention the frequent changes during the early phase of the Novus Ordo!)

Of course, if the priest is opposed to the idea of fidelity to the original texts, then he will find the phrasing very difficult, and the people will then find it hard to pick up his speech patterns, and the whole experience will become very negative indeed.

It would appear that the attitude of the priest is central to the whole thing... how very Novus Ordo! Oh well, if it's really too hard, one can always try it in Latin!!

That Talk...

Yes, the talk given by Michael Voris has finally made it onto RealCatholicTV, and it's now on YouTube. So, you no longer have to rely on my sketchy outline of the talk (though the subsequent blognic wasn't filmed, so I have the advantage there!) but can watch it yourself.

Major twitch of the mantilla to Paul Smeaton for organising the whole shebang. Michael Voris also did a piece on the Tyburn Martyrs, which you can watch over at Smeaton's Corner.

We Interrupt This Service...

The start of the Autumn Term is always a little fraught, in my experience. It is made slightly more fraught for me because of one fateful morning in particular (you can read more about it if you wish) which I'm always worried will recur.

So, not much sleep was had by me on Wednesday night. The longest stretch was about 20 minutes. I slept badly on Thursday night too. By Friday evening, I was pretty much dead on my feet. I sat down to put my aching feet up for half an hour, and woke up, bleary-eyed (contact lenses still in) but otherwise wide-awake at midnight.

I decided that I'd spend a little time preparing stuff for Monday. Before I knew it, it was 5:30am. I did consider trying to stay awake, but opted to have a nap, and set several alarms on my mobile phone so that I could get up in time for our Missa Cantata...

The next thing I knew, it was 10:15am. Mass on Saturday is at 10:30am. Oooops.

I decided to go along to Mass anyway (what was left of it) to say a few prayers and at least attend Benediction... Lunch at a local hostelry followed (I was awake at this time - a couple of large cokes did wonders) but I am now clock-watching. I am absolutely shattered, but I know that I have to stay up until at least 9pm in order to try and reset the old body clock. Then, hopefully, Sunday night will be relatively "normal" and I can get up bright-tailed and bushy-eyed on Monday morning, ready to face the hordes of eager Year 7s, all desperately keen and shiny-faced...

That's the plan. But you know what they say about plans...

In the meantime, until I get myself sorted, blogging might be a little sporadic.

The Body In The Library...

Today was my first day back at school, and, afterwards, I went straight to church for my Thursday evening dose of Rosary and Benediction.

When I finally arrived home, I found Miaowrini looking very pleased with herself sitting in the midst of a whole fresh pile of feathers. Further investigation revealed a dead bird in the living room (it is the room with most books in it, so qualifies as my "library"!)

The bird had been chewed. Looks as if Miaowrini has finally figured out what to do when she catches her pigeon...