Nothing much more to say, really. I shall let the photos speak for themselves! Well, ok, maybe just a little background...
We started off the Litanies in the church...
... And then processed outside, around the car park a few times...
"Truly, it is the indescribable sweetness of contemplation which you give to those who love you. In this you have shown the tenderness of your charity, that when I had no being you made me; and when I strayed away from you, you brought me back again to serve you and commanded me to love you." The Imitation of Christ
... And then processed outside, around the car park a few times...
The electrician has finally finished. Apparently, none of the wiring in the flat was earthed. That has now been put right, so I shouldn't get electrocuted by my microwave oven. The fuse box has been replaced, and I have several more double sockets (with on/off switches) where I previously only had single ones, which means I can ditch a few extension leads.
I got home a little late after the St. George's Night celebrations, and, instead of going straight to bed, I thought I would try and update my calendar in Outlook. I normally don't use Outlook, as I prefer Calendarscope for the PC and its mobile device companion, HandySync. I had been told, however, that Google Calendar could synchronise with Outlook, but not with Calendarscope, and I was keen to give it a go.
I read this on Fr. Tim's blog yesterday, and was considering a post on it; and at lunchtime I received an email from Conor himself, asking if I could put the information up on my blog, so here goes...
I have to confess to getting a little tired of hearing people assure me that St. George didn't actually exist. These are, of course, the same people who assure me that St. Peter wasn't actually buried under St. Peter's Basilica in Rome*...St. George, born of an illustrious family in Cappadocia, was promoted by Diocletian to the first ranks in the army. When the Emperor had published at Nicomedia his first edict against the Christians, St. George reproached him for his cruelty. Immediately cast into prison, he was subjected to such atrocious torments that the Eastern Church calls him the Great Martyr. He was beheaded in 303...This patron of armies is venerated by Greeks and Latins... England chose him for her patron in the XIIIth century.
One day, while he was at the track playing the ponies and all but losing his shirt, Mitch noticed a Catholic priest who stepped out onto the track and blessed the forehead of one of the horses lining up for the 4th race. Lo and behold, that horse, despite being a very long shot, won the race.
I have posted this stuff before, in one form or another, as the Tyburn Pilgrimage run by the Guild of Our Lady of Ransom follows the same route every year, and I was wary of re-hashing the same old stuff. However, given that it's likely to be the last Tyburn Walk, and it's the centenary, I have received a couple of comments asking for more details, so, here goes...






I have become more and more fond of prayer cards... the old-fashioned ones, with prayers actually on the front or back, or some important message, rather than the more modern reprints of old cards which are nothing more than pictures.
"The Catholic Catechism says that Scripture describes homosexual acts as "grave depravity". This is far removed from the temper of the times, and probably no longer even reflects what a majority of practising Catholics believe about homosexuals. Many of them have gay friends and gay relatives; Catholic mothers have gay sons. Some of the most devout are gay themselves."
The indomitable Fr. Z has been encouraging everyone to reminisce about what everyone was doing on this day four years ago.