I have a good friend who takes beautiful photographs and adds bible verses to them.
You have to visit her site to get the full effect.
I had a special request for her.
As a convent schoolgirl I remember the mass being said in Latin…
I’d like to say our convent dragged its heels where papal dogma was concerned and that the ban on the tridentine mass was not strictly adhered to during the years I attended boarding school, but that would be telling!
I was very familiar with the Latin and have a prayer book with both translations side by side.
Before the change occurred any catholic mass I attended with my parents in the foreign countries where we lived was familiar and join in-able.
That all ended when the vernacular was introduced.
We had to find masses celebrated in English while living in Arab and European countries. Not nearly as convenient as the exclusive and cross cultural Latin.
My favorite Latin prayer was the one of humble access found in Matthew 8:8.
I taught it to my children who to this day can rattle it off in their sleep:
Domine, non sum dignus
ut intres sub tectum meum,
sed tantum dic verbo
et sanabitur anima mea
“Lord I am not worthy that you should come under my roof; but only say the word and my servant (soul) shall be healed.”
My friend told me she had the perfect photo of a battered shingle hut that would go with the prayer.
Theresa Bello
Said at the end of the consecration of the bread and wine into the body and blood of Christ, just as we are preparing to receive communion, for me it is one of the most beautiful declarations of faith ever spoken.
Jesus thought so too for he performed the healing miracle requested by a Roman Centurion without going to his house.
I gave each child one of the pictures as a burst of memory from their homeschooling days.
And to remind them of the power of faith.
Well hello there! My name is Vivienne McNeny.
I am an empty nester exploring life as a Boomer…you could say I'm happily Boomering along!
As a homeschooling Mum I have finally quit the job of role model and mentor to my four children. I do what I want to do, eat when I feel like it, enjoy life with my blue eyed cowboy and clean my house once a month or so whether it needs it or not!
In true English form I write about the emergence of my true identity now that I can no longer hide behind my children as their Mum.
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