A Confession
And no, this is not a pass-on of the meme that some weblogistas have been perpetrating. Just as I believe, with Ms. Manners, that private pleasures should remain private, so I also believe that the confessional should be reserved to the rites of the Church, with the occasional memoir reserved for an occasion in print not long before one's demise: as with the Blessed Augustine's Confessions, Casanova's Memoirs, or various other attempts by politicians and other public sinners.
No, my confession is merely this: I am in a lousy mood. This is perhaps prompted by the fact that in addition to taking care of my wife, who is recovering from breast cancer, I am awaiting the death from cancer of a dear friend, and the father of one of the weblogists that I link to, which friend I have known for nearly thirty years. Additionally, I am awaiting the death of my mother-in-law from my first marriage; she was diagnosed with metastatic pancreatic cancer, and has a prognosis of weeks to days. Finally, a friend of mine has just informed me that a mutual friend of ours from a Judo club, at the age of 30 or so, has been diagnosed with lung cancer. In short: Merry stinking Christmas, one and all.
I'll probably get over this mood, sooner or later, but right now I'm in the mood to cheer the writings of Fred, or to while away the time playing Barry Potter and the Stoned Philosopher. I especially like the sound effects when one potshots Dumbledore while he is walking around the castle parapet.
In short, it might be reasonable for the discerning reader to drop this weblog like a live hand grenade, at least until my bilious humour dissipates. Bye.
posted by Bernard Brandt at 4:01 PM
4 Comments:
You're in my prayers.
As you know, of course, the waiting is the hard part. A thousand years may be like a day to God, but it seems like recently the converse is true: each day is like a thousand years.
Keep us in your prayers, as we remember you in ours.
Mr. and Mrs. Brandt,
If I had your address I send you the card but since I don't I'll type it here.
Angel's Prayer
With the Blessed Sacrament suspended in the air, the angel at Fatima prostrated himself, and recited this prayer:
O Most Holy Trinity, Father, Son and Holy Spirit, I adore Thee profoundly. I offer Thee the most precious Body, Blood, Soul and Divinity of Jesus Christ, present in all the tabernacles of the world, in reparation for the outrages, sacrileges and indifference by which He is offended. By the infinite merits of the Sacred Heart of Jesus and the Immaculate Heart of Mary, I beg the conversion of poor sinners.
Mr. and Mrs. Brandt, you and your intentions were lifted up to the Sacred Heart of Jesus in the Most Blessed Sacrament during my Holy Hour of prayer.
Adoremus in aeternum sanctissimum Sacramentum.
Laudate Dominum omnes gentes.
Laudate Eum omnes populi.
Quoniam confirmata est super nos misericordia Eius.
Et veritas Domini manet in aeternum.
Gloria Patri et Filio et Spiritui Sancto, sicut erati in principio et nunc et semper et in saecula saeculorum. Amen.
Adoremus in aeternum sanctissimum Sacramentum.
I thank you all for your prayers, and I thank mrsdarwin for her counsel, which as always is good.
For the sake of those praying for them, the names of those mentioned above with cancer, and for whom I am praying, are Jon (Darwin's father), Mary Eileen (my mother-in-law), and Pete (my friend from judo class). I ask you all to please pray for them.
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