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Morning Offering given
Sabat Mater (Rosinni) At the cross her station keeping, stood the mournful Mother weeping, close to Jesus to the last. Through her heart, His sorrow sharing, all His bitter anguish bearing, now at length the sword had passed. O how sad and sore distressed was that Mother highly blest of the sole-begotten One! Christ above in torment hangs; she beneath beholds the pangs of her dying glorious Son. Is there one who would not weep, whelmed in miseries so deep Christ's dear Mother to behold? Can the human heart refrain from partaking in her pain, in that Mother's pain untold? For the sins of His own nation she saw Jesus wracked with torment, all with scourges rent. She beheld her tender Child see Him hang in desolation till His spirit forth He sent. O sweet Mother! font of love, touch my spirit from above, make my heart with yours accord. Make me feel as you have felt; make my soul to glow and melt with the love of Christ, my Lord. Holy Mother, pierce me through; in my heart each wound renew of my Saviour crucified. Let me share with you His pain, who for all our sins was slain, who for me in torments died. Let me mingle tears with thee, mourning Him who mourned for me, all the days that I may live. By the cross with you to stay, there with you to weep and pray, is all I ask of you to give. Virgin of all virgins blest, listen to my fond request: let me share your grief divine. Let me, to my latest breath, in my body bear the death of that dying Son of yours. Christ, when You shall call me hence, be Your Mother my defence, be Your cross my victory. While my body here decays, may my soul Your goodness praise, safe in heaven eternally. Amen.
Why this one you ask, especially at this time of year?
Gioachino Rossini spent the latter half of his life in Paris dominating the French operatic scene. Rossini suffered from triskaidekaphobia (fear of the number 13). The global superstition of Friday the 13th as a cursed day was not ancient tradition but a 19th century synthesis heavily based on the death (Nov.13,1868) of composer Rossini and popular the popular play Les finesses de Gribouilles which blamed all misfortune on being born on Fri. December 13th. these events mark one of the earliest links between the date and bad luck.
I enjoyed a full night’s sleep. It was a long time coming.
Today we will go to the Sparta theater to see Ghost Soldier.
I learned of a good cough syrup (although tastes horrid) that works.
Manuka Raw Honey (Aldi’s about $10)… place entire contents in a bowl
Add on teaspoon of each of the following, mixing well
Ginger, Garlic powder, turmeric, black pepper, and cayenne pepper
place mixture in a glass storage jar
When ill, eat one teaspoon daily or mix 1-2 teaspoons in warm (not boiling) water and drink as tea.
I’m told it is a good expectorant. I’ll soon find that out.
Another tea I have found to work well and also tastes horrid
Combine 1 tablespoon of honey, 1 teaspoon of apple cider vinegar, and warm (not boiling) water
drink at least 3x’s per day when stuffy.
Copy jobs are completed and ready to deliver. Wishing the grocery list would come in at the beginning of the day instead of the end so I could get that printed as well.
Know you are prayed for.
