JESUS IS BURIED
The boy who ran away from the guards is often said to have been St Mark, as he alone tells this story. Mark 14:51-52.
I know this man. Last night I left my linen cloth behind in their hands.
I thought they would arrest me too. I ran home, out of their power, naked, cold, but alive.
Now I see Jesus, out of their power, but naked, cold, dead.
Joseph wraps him in a linen cloth and lays him in a tomb.
Lord, even you needed someone to care for you, to dress you when you were small, and again now.
Help us to be grateful for every little service done to us, for what is done to us is done to you.
Lord in your mercy
Brother Masseo went by the way murmuring within himself, saying: “What is this that this good man hath done? Me he made to turn round and round like a little child, and to the bishop who hath done him such honour, he hath said not even a word, nor given him thanks withal ”; and to Brother Masseo it seemed that Saint Francis had borne himself therein without discretion.
But anon by divine inspiration coming to himself again, and chiding himself within his heart, Brother Masseo said: “Thou art too proud, who dost judge the works of God, and art worthy of hell for thy undiscerning pride; for yesterday did Brother Francis work such mighty works that, if the Angel of God had wrought them, they had not been more marvellous : wherefore, if he had bidden thee throw stones, thou shouldst have done it and obeyed: for what he did upon the way proceeded forth of God’s own working, as was set forth by the good ending that followed thereon; for had he not made peace between those that were at strife with each other, not only many bodies would have been stabbed to death, as had indeed begun to be, but many souls also the devil would have dragged to hell: wherefore most foolish art thou and proud that murmurest at that which manifestly cometh forth from out the will of God.”
And all these things that Brother Masseo spake within his heart, going on in front, were revealed of God unto Saint Francis. Wherefore Saint Francis, coming close up to him, spake thus: “Hold fast the things that now are in thy thoughts, for they are good and useful and inspired of God ; but thy first murmuring was blind and vain and proud, and by the devil set within thy mind.”
Thereby did Brother Masseo clearly see that Saint Francis knew the secrets of his heart, and for a surety understand that the spirit of divine wisdom did guide the holy father in all his acts.
It’s almost Spring, however white the scene outside my window, and it is Lent. Time to take stock, and that means Will Turnstone as well as you!
Six months ago, more or less, the Franciscan Study Centre in Canterbury closed, but we decided to see whether the blog would continue. So far we have not missed a beat, and we have been greatly encouraged by you, the readers, sending us your likes and comments. It’s also gratifying to see the number of followers increasing. So thank you all, and please do stay with us in the months and years to come!
We are fully booked up with posts until Easter. I can promise a few unpublished poetic treats at that time, so stay with us! There is also a set of Stations of the Cross in the last fortnight of Lent, each one with a Scripture reference and meditation.
I look forward to having your company for a while yet!
Happy Lent and Happy Easter!
ON THE 27TH FEBRUARY 1978 WE WELCOMED OUR FIRST CORE MEMBERS TO START OUR COMMUNITY.
We invite you all to join us in praying the attached prayer wherever you are at 2pm on the 27th of February 2018 giving thanks for our community.
| L’Arche Communities processing into Canterbury Cathedral on the 40th Anniversary of L’Arche UK.
40th Anniversary Prayer L’Arche Bognor Regis
You create all things.
Thank you for creating L’Arche Bognor Regis
40 years ago
And all L’Arche communities in the world
Thank you for finding our calling and
For all you have given us.
Thank you for the years of journeying together:
In joy and celebrations,
Through struggles and difficulties,
With love and forgiveness.
By welcoming each other,
And, at times, in farewell,
You helped us grow and change
And to be a sign to the world.
We ask You to bless us.
And to hold us in the palm of Your hand.
This is the back cover of the Aberdaron leaflet we looked at yesterday. I guess they knew, when they put it together, that people would read the back before opening it.
The evening I posted this, we had family around looking at the flames of our front room fire; earlier in the day Abel had me stop by the river for a few moments of staring.
A time to be thankful.
All Blessings for 2018
and thank you to all our followers and readers for your continuing support.
Will and the team at Agnellus.Mirror.
I John saw the holy city, the new Jerusalem, coming down out of heaven from God, prepared as a bride adorned for her husband. And I heard a great voice from the throne, saying: Behold the tabernacle of God with men, and he will dwell with them. And they shall be his people; and God himself with them shall be their God. And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes: and death shall be no more, nor mourning, nor crying, nor sorrow shall be any more, for the former things are passed away. And he that sat on the throne, said:
Behold, I make all things new.
Suddenly, as the watch-hands touched eleven, there came a second of expectant silence, and then a curious rippling sound which observers far behind the front likened to the noise of a light wind. It was the noise of men cheering from the Vosges to the sea.
After that peace descended on the long battle field. A new era had come and the old world had passed away.
Back in July, I wrote about the bumper harvest on the apricot tree. over the next four weeks I was up that tree a few times, harvesting and pruning. We made more than 100 jars of jam. That’s not really a boast, just a measure of the bounty from our tree this year.
Some of those jars have found their way to other people’s breakfast tables. We’ve had appreciation from family and neighbours, ‘best ever’, ‘lovely jam’ and so on. Those of us who have undergone the after-effects of surgery will empathise with the friend of Mrs T, recovering from her op who really enjoyed the jam with her breakfast toast. So good to receive the sense of taste again! What a gift it is, and how healing.
Where else can we spread a little apricot-flavoured happiness, I wonder?
Are there any people out there who might treasure a small gift from you, far more than perhaps you’d expect on first thoughts?
This picture is too much fun to use but once, so I will say that again!
Thank you to all readers, followers, and contributors to Agnellus’ Mirror. Would you believe I only met Constantina and Sister Johanna in the last month? Yet they feel like old friends. And some of our friends ‘out there’ I’m unlikely to meet face-to-face in this life… The net is a wonderful thing!
So please do keep on reading, following and contributing; I like the kaleidoscopic reflections in Agnellus’ Mirror, and I gather that many of you do too.
God bless – and thank you again!
Fancy finding this at your garden gate!
We had been talking gardening with a neighbour, and ended by leaving a plant for her to rehome in her garden. When she returned to collect it she left this thank-you message. There are many ways to say thank you …
Even to people who would usually deflect any open acknowledgement of services rendered; this morning I’ve had smiles, a thumbs-up, a raised eyebrow, a few words about the weather. And a couple of explicit thank-yous.