Since we are travellers and pilgrims in the world, let us ever ponder on the end of the road, that is of our life, for the end of our roadway is our home (St Columban, 8th sermon).
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Again, the kingdom of heaven is like a merchant in search of fine pearls, who, on finding one pearl of great value, went and sold all that he had and bought it (Matthew 13: 45-46; Gospel).
In his Introduction to the Devout Life (1608) the mystic St Francis De Sales (1567-1622)
wrote: 'Both now and in the past it has been customary for women to hang pearls
from their ears; as Pliny observed, they gain pleasure from the sensation of
the swinging pearls touching them. But I know that God's friend, Isaac, sent
earrings to chaste Rebecca as a first token of his love. This leads me to think
that this jewel has a spiritual meaning, namely that the first part of the body
that a man wants, and which a woman must loyally protect, is the ear; no word
or sound should enter it other than the sweet sound of chaste words, which are
the oriental pearls of the gospel.' [Web
Gallery of Art]
Readings(Jerusalem
Bible: Australia, Ireland, New Zealand)
Readings(English
Standard Version, Catholic Edition: England & Wales, Scotland, India)
GospelMatthew 13:44-52 or 13:44-46 (English Standard Version)
At that time:
Jesus said to the crowd: ‘The kingdom of heaven is like treasure hidden in a
field, which a man found and covered up. Then in his joy he goes and sells all
that he has and buys that field.
‘Again, the
kingdom of heaven is like a merchant in search of fine pearls, who, on finding
one pearl of great value, went and sold all that he had and bought it.
[‘Again, the
kingdom of heaven is like a net that was thrown into the sea and gathered fish
of every kind. When it was full, men drew it ashore and sat down and sorted the
good into vessels but threw away the bad. So it will be at the end of the age.
The angels will come out and separate the evil from the righteous and throw
them into the fiery furnace. In that place there will be weeping and gnashing
of teeth.
‘Have you
understood all these things?’ They said to him, ‘Yes.’ And he said to them,
‘Therefore every scribe who has been trained for the kingdom of heaven is like
a master of a house, who brings out of his treasure what is new and what is
old.’]
In July 2020 I took part in
Mass, as a concelebrating priest, outside of where I live for the first time
since Covid-19 restrictions were introduced in Ireland in early March of that
year. It was in the monastery of the Poor Clares in Dublin. The Mass was for a
friend and former parishioner of mine in Tangub City, Misamis Occidental,
Philippines, Mrs Sophronia Gelera, who had died in June at the age of 86.Nang Ponying, as she was known, had lost her husband
Fortunato, whom I never knew, in an accident when Gina, the youngest of their
six children, was less than a year old. (Nang is an honorific used by Visayan-speakers when
addressing or referring to a woman or girl older than themselves, including
sisters).
Jimmy, the second in the family and the eldest of
three brothers, was killed in a motorcycle accident on 26 January 1980, a
Saturday, a few weeks after his 24th birthday. Just a few hours after giving
him Holy Communion at Mass that morning I was called to the hospital to give
him the Last Rites. That was when I became really close to the Gelera family.
Jimmy's funeral Mass was the most difficult I have ever celebrated. But I
remember at the very end of the funeral in the cemetery Nang Ponying said a prayer in which she handed back her
eldest son to God.
Gina's graduation from college, October 1983
Immaculate Conception College, Ozamiz City.
With her sister Grace, her mother and me.
None of Nang Ponying's children were in the Philippines when she died, though they were able to 'meet' her before she died through Zoom family gatherings. And because of quarantine restrictions none of the five were able to travel home for her funeral.
Gina works with the Poor Clares and at the end of the Mass she gave a beautiful testimony to her mother's faith. It wasn't the shallow 'canonisation' that has become all too common at funeral Masses, but something that showed me the depth of Nang Ponying's faith.
Gina told of how on one day not long after Jimmy's death her mother had run out of cash and the only food in the house was a bunch of bananas (of the kind you cook - something Westerners are not familiar with). At the time only two of the family were still living with their mother, Gina and Grace, both in their teens. Nang Ponying decided that they would have half the bananas for breakfast and the other half for lunch. As it drew near six in the evening Gina asked her mother what they would do, since they had no food, Nang Ponying said, 'We will pray the Rosary as we always do at this time'.
As they finished there was a knock on the door. It was a neighbour who knew nothing of their situation bringing them newly-harvested rice as a gift.
After Mass on Nang Ponying's 80th Birthday
11 March 2014, with family and priests
Gina mentioned a number of times her mother's great trust in God's providence. Her words reminded me of a wonderful book called Self Abandonment to God's Providence by Fr Jean-Pierre de Caussade SJ, which I have read five or six times. It was edited and put together more than a century after Fr de Caussade's death in 1751.
Nang Ponying had developed a form of dementia in her latter years but still got up each morning at 5 to attend the parish Mass at 6. And Gina wrote on Facebook that her mother had once said to her, I will not stop going to Holy Mass everyday even if my feet and slippers are worn out.
Gina spoke of her mother's great trust in the presence
of Jesus the Risen Lord in the Blessed Sacrament. She would go to the parish
church and pour out her heart to the Lord in the Blessed Sacrament
whenever she felt burdened. She truly believed the words of Jesus: Come to me, all who labour
and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.Take
my yoke upon you, and learn from me, for I am gentle and lowly in heart, and
you will find rest for your souls.For my yoke is
easy, and my burden is light (Matthew 11:28-30)..”
Nang Ponying was not a Scripture scholar or a theologian. But she knew that God had given her two precious 'pearls' as gifts. One was the gift of her Christian faith through baptism. The other was the gift of Jesus the Risen Lord in the Holy Sacrifice of the Mass and in the Blessed Sacrament. And by her example she continues to share these 'pearls' from God with her family and with many others, including myself. Solas na bhFlaithease uirthi - The Light of Heaven upon her.
The last photo of Gina with her mother
An Old Irish Prayer for the Dead
Abraimís cúig Phaidir do na mairbh, le hanam ár n-aithreacha, agus ár máithreacha, ár ndeartháireacha agus ár ndeirfiúracha, ár gcomhluadar agus ár ngaolta agus ár ndaoine muinteartha go léir a d’fhág an saol seo. Gach
n-aon nach bhfuil duine aige, guímid leis: go dtuga Dia cuidiú na guí seo dó agus dea-bhás dúinn féin an lá déanach. Amen.
Let us say the Lord’s Prayer five times for the dead, for the souls of our father and our mothers, our brothers and sisters, our family and our relations and all the members of our community who have left this life. For those who have no one, we pray: may God help them with this prayer and give us a good death on the last day.
And he entered the temple and began to drive out those who sold, saying to them, “It is written, ‘My house shall be a house of prayer’; but you have made it a den of robbers" (Luke 19:45-46; Gospel).
On finding one pearl of great value, he went and sold all that he had and bought it [Matthew 13:46].
In his Introduction to the Devout Life (1608), which was published in a Dutch translation in 1616, the mystic St Francis De Sales (1567-1622) wrote, 'Both now and in the past it has been customary for women to hang pearls from their ears; as Pliny observed, they gain pleasure from the sensation of the swinging pearls touching them. But I know that God's friend, Isaac, sent earrings to chaste Rebecca as a first token of his love. This leads me to think that this jewel has a spiritual meaning, namely that the first part of the body that a man wants, and which a woman must loyally protect, is the ear; no word or sound should enter it other than the sweet sound of chaste words, which are the oriental pearls of the gospel.' [Web Gallery of Art]
Readings(Jerusalem Bible: Australia,
England & Wales, India [optional], Ireland, New Zealand, Pakistan,
Scotland, South Africa)
GospelMatthew 13:44-52 or 13:44-46 (New Revised Standard Version, Anglicised Catholic Edition)
Jesus said to his disciples:
The kingdom of heaven is like treasure hidden in a field, which someone
found and hid; then in his joy he goes and sells all that he has and buys that
field.
‘Again, the kingdom of heaven is like a merchant in search of fine
pearls; on finding one pearl
of great value, he went and sold all that he had and bought it.’
[‘Again,
the kingdom of heaven is like a net that was thrown into the sea and caught
fish of every kind; when it was full, they drew it ashore, sat down, and put the good into
baskets but threw out the bad. So
it will be at the end of the age. The angels will come out and separate the
evil from the righteous and throw them into the furnace of fire, where
there will be weeping and gnashing of teeth.
‘Have you understood all this?’ They answered,
‘Yes.’ And he said to them, ‘Therefore every scribe who has been trained
for the kingdom of heaven is like the master of a household who brings out of
his treasure what is new and what is old.’]
A couple of Sundays ago I took part in Mass, as a concelebrating priest, outside of where I live for the first time since Covid-19 restrictions were introduced in Ireland in early March. It was in the monastery of the Poor Clares in Dublin. The Mass was for a friend and former parishioner of mine in Tangub City, Misamis Occidental, Philippines, Mrs Sophronia Gelera, who died in June at the age of 86. Nang Ponying, as she was known, had lost her husband Fortunato, whom I never knew, in an accident when Gina, the youngest of their six children, was less than a year old. (Nang is an honorific used by Visayan-speakers when speaking or referring to a woman or girl older than themselves, including sisters). Jimmy, the second in the family and the eldest of three brothers, was killed in a motorcycle accident on 26 January 1980, a Saturday, a few weeks after his 24th birthday. Just a few hours after giving him Holy Communion at Mass that morning I was called to the hospital to give him the Last Rites. That was when I became really close to the Gelera family. Jimmy's funeral Mass was the most difficult I have ever celebrated. But I remember at the very end of the funeral in the cemetery Nang Ponying said a prayer in which she handed back her eldest son to God.
Gina's graduation from college, October 1983
Immaculate Conception College, Ozamiz City.
With her sister Grace, her mother and me.
None of Nang Ponying's children were in the Philippines when she died, though they were able to 'meet' her before she died through Zoom family gatherings. And because of quarantine restrictions none of the five were able to travel home for the funeral.
Gina works with the Poor Clares and at the end of the Mass she gave a beautiful testimony to her mother's faith. It wasn't the shallow 'canonisation' that has become all too common at funeral Masses, but something that showed me the depth of Nang Ponying's faith.
Gina told of how on one day not long after Jimmy's death her mother had run out of cash and the only food in the house was a bunch of bananas (probably of the kind you cook - something Westerners are not familiar with). At the time only two of the family were still living with their mother, Gina and Grace, both in their teens. Nang Ponying decided that they would have half the bananas for breakfast and the other half for lunch. As it drew near six in the evening Gina asked her mother what they would do, since they had no food, Nang Ponying said, 'We will pray the Rosary as we always do at this time'.
As they finished the Rosary there was a knock on the door. It was a neighbour who knew nothing of their situation bringing them newly-harvested rice as a gift.
After Mass on Nang Ponying's 80th Birthday
11 March 2014, with family and priests
Gina mentioned a number of times her mother's great trust in God's providence. Her words reminded me of a wonderful book called Self Abandonment to God's Providence by Fr Jean-Pierre de Caussade SJ, which I am re-reading at the moment for the fifth or sixth time. It was edited and put together more than a century after Fr de Caussade's death in 1751.
Nang Ponying had developed a form of dementia in recent years but still got up each morning at 5 to attend the parish Mass at 6. And Gina wrote on Facebook that her mother had once said to her, I
will not stop going to Holy Mass everyday even if my feet and slippers are worn
out. Gina spoke of her mother's great trust in the presence of Jesus the Risen Lord in the Blessed Sacrament. She went to the parish church and poured out her heart to the Lord in the Blessed Sacrament whenever she felt burdened. She truly believed the words of Jesus: Come to me, all you that are weary and are carrying heavy burdens, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you, and learn from me; for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light (Matthew 11:28-30). Nang Ponying was not a Scripture scholar or a theologian. But she knew that God had given her two precious 'pearls' as gifts. One was the gift of her Christian faith through baptism. The other was the gift of Jesus the Risen Lord in the Holy Sacrifice of the Mass and in the Blessed Sacrament. And by her example she continues to share these 'pearls' from God with her family and with many others, including myself. Solas na bhFlaithease uirthi - The Light of Heaven upon her.
The last photo of Gina with her mother
An Old Irish Prayer for the Dead
Abraimís
cúig Phaidir do na mairbh, le hanam ár n-aithreacha, agus ár máithreacha, ár
ndeartháireacha agus ár ndeirfiúracha, ár gcomhluadar agus ár ngaolta agus ár
ndaoine muinteartha go léir a d’fhág an saol seo. Gach
n-aon nach bhfuil duine
aige, guímid leis: go dtuga Dia cuidiú na guí seo dó agus dea-bhás dúinn féin
an lá déanach. Amen.
Let us say the Lord’s Prayer five times for the dead, for the
souls of our father and our mothers, our brothers and sisters, our family and
our relations and all the members of our community who have left this life. For
those who have no one, we pray: may God help them with this prayer and give us
a good death on the last day.
Across the Pacific from the Philippines is Chile where this video is from and where Columban missionaries have been working for nearly 70 years. The video intersperses footage of La Fiesta de Cuasimodo, held on the Second Sunday of Easter, now also known as 'Divine Mercy Sunday', with the singing of a Eucharistic hymn in Latin composed by St Thomas Aquinas, Adoro te devote. An English translation is on the video. Below is the Latin text. The priest, carrying the Blessed Sacrament, is taken in a horse-drawn carriage to bring Holy Communion to the sick and the elderly who were unable to attend the ceremonies of the Sacred Paschal Triduum (the Mass of the Lord's Supper on Holy Thursday to the Easter Vigil). This celebration takes place especially in communities near Santiago, the capital of Chile, some of which have now become part of the growing city. Again, it shows how the precious 'pearls' of the Christian faith and of the Blessed Sacrament are shared with the sick and the elderly while being passed from one generation to the next. The name Cuasimodo comes from the opening words in Latin of the Introit (Entrance Antiphon) on the Sunday after Easter: Quasi modo geniti infantes, alleluia - Like newborn infants, alleluia.
Adoro te
devote, latens deitas,
Quæ sub his
figuris vere latitas;
Tibi se cor
meum totum subjicit,
Quia te
contemplans totum deficit.
Visus,
tactus, gustus in te fallitur,
Sed auditu
solo tuto creditur.
Credo quidquid
dixit Dei Filius;
Nil hoc
verbo Veritátis verius.
In Cruce
latebat sola Deitas,
At hic latet
simul et Humanitas,
Ambo tamen
credens atque confitens,
Peto quod
petivit latro pœnitens.
Plagas,
sicut Thomas, non intueor:
Deum tamen
meum te confiteor.
Fac me tibi
semper magis credere,
In te spem
habere, te diligere.
O memoriale
mortis Domini,
Panis vivus,
vitam præstans homini,
Præsta meæ
menti de te vívere,
Et te illi
semper dulce sapere.
Pie
Pelicane, Jesu Domine,
Me immundum
munda tuo Sanguine:
Cujus una
stilla salvum facere
Totum mundum
quit ab omni scelere.
Jesu, quem
velatum nunc aspicio,
Oro, fiat
illud quod tam sitio:
Ut te
revelata cernens facie,
Visu sim
beátus tuæ gloriæ. Amen.
Salve Regina - Hail, Holy Queen
Produced by Canto Católico with 450 singers from 33 countries in April during the Covid-19 quarantine.
'The Rosary belongs among the finest and most praiseworthy traditions of Christian contemplation. Developed in the West, it is a typically meditative prayer, corresponding in some way to the “prayer of the heart” or “Jesus prayer” which took root in the soil of the Christian East.' [St John Paul II,Rosarium Virginis Mariae, No 5.]
The Rosary here is the formula prayed by members of
the Legion of Mary, the way I prefer. There are various ways of beginning and
ending the Rosary but the Five Mysteries are the heart of the prayer.
In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of
the Holy Spirit. Amen.
Come, O Holy Spirit, fill the hearts of Your
faithful, and enkindle in them the fire of Your love.
v. Send forth Your Spirit, O Lord, and they shall
be created.
R. And You shall renew the face of the earth.
Let us pray.
God our Father, pour out the gifts of Your Holy Spirit on the world. You sent
the Spirit on Your Church to begin the teaching of the gospel: now let the
Spirit continue to work in the world through the hearts of all who believe.
Through Christ our Lord. Amen.
The Mysteries of Light (Thursday) First Mystery The Baptism of Jesus
Hail, Holy Queen, Mother of Mercy; hail, our life,
our sweetness and our hope. To you we cry, poor banished children of Eve, to
you we send up our sighs, mourning and weeping in this valley of tears. Turn
then, O most gracious advocate, your eyes of mercy towards us, and after this
our exile, show us the blessed fruit of your womb, Jesus. O clement, O loving,
O sweet Virgin Mary.
v. Pray for us, O holy Mother of God.
R. That we may be made worthy of the promises of
Christ.
Let us pray.
O God, Whose only-begotten Son, by His life, death
and resurrection, has purchased for us the rewards of eternal salvation; grant,
we beseech You, that meditating upon these mysteries in the most holy Rosary of
the Blessed Virgin Mary, we may imitate what they contain, and obtain what they
promise. Through the same Christ our Lord. Amen.
v. Most Sacred Heart of Jesus R. Have mercy on us. v. Immaculate Heart of Mary R. Pray for us. v. St Joseph R. Pray for us. v. St John the Evangelist R. Pray for us.
v. St Louis-Marie deMontfort R. Pray for us.
In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. Amen.
Salve Regina Notre-Dame de Paris
Salve Regina is one of four seasonal Marian anthems sung or recited at the end of Compline (Night Prayer)
in the Divine Office (Liturgy of the Hours, Breviary). It is traditionally sung as a seasonal anthem from the day
after Pentecost Sunday until the first Sunday of Advent.
Salve, Regina, mater misericordiae; vita, dulcedo et spes nostra, salve. Ad te clamamus exsules filii Hevae. Ad te suspiramus gementes et flentes in hac lacrimarum valle. Eia ergo, advocata nostra, illos tuos misericordes oculos ad nos converte. Et Iesum, benedictum fructum ventris tui, nobis post hoc exsilium ostende. O clemens, o pia, o dulcis Virgo Maria.
Hail, Holy Queen, Mother of Mercy;
hail, our life, our sweetness and our hope.
To you we cry, poor banished children of Eve,
to you we send up our sighs, mourning and
weeping
in this valley of tears.
Turn then, O most gracious advocate,
your eyes of mercy towards us,
and after this our exile,
show us the blessed fruit of your womb,
Jesus.
O clement, O loving, O sweet Virgin Mary.
Salve Regina Setting by Palestrina Sung by The Sixteen, Harry Christophers
