Corpus Christi
-- I will give you me, as a memorial
-- of the agony so what now is
-- will be made new
fed to you by the Incomprehensible
Stay close to this food, it will
keep this beautiful ship
afloat, a lovely bride for the groom.
made infallible for the Incomprehensible.
(excerpt from the poem Incomprehensible)
Today is the official day on which Corpus Christi takes place. Romans circa 100 A.D. (please no one ever say C.E.) accused Christians of worshipping food. Well, today these "Romans" are called Protestants (which means protester) they claim that it's the worst sacrilege to worship bread. Of course a true Catholic knows, "...what bread?" There remains no evidence that the early Christians believed what Protestants believe. Search for St. Ignatius of Antioch on the internet. He is very clear on what they believed circa 100. Of course no proof matters unless they have faith.
Of the glorious Body telling, O my tongue, its mysteries sing, And the Blood, all price excelling, Which the world's eternal King, In a noble womb once dwelling Shed for the world's ransoming. Given for us, descending, Of a Virgin to proceed, Man with man in converse blending, Scattered he the Gospel seed, Till his sojourn drew to ending, Which he closed in wondrous deed. At the last great Supper lying Circled by his brethren's band, Meekly with the law complying, First he finished its command Then, immortal Food supplying, Gave himself with his own hand. Word made Flesh, by word he maketh Very bread his Flesh to be; Man in wine Christ's Blood partaketh: And if senses fail to see, Faith alone the true heart waketh To behold the mystery. Therefore we, before him bending, This great Sacrament revere; Types and shadows have their ending, For the newer rite is here; Faith, our outward sense befriending, Makes the inward vision clear. Glory let us give, and blessing To the Father and the Son; Honour, might, and praise addressing, While eternal ages run; Ever too his love confessing, Who, from both, with both is one. Amen.
---Pange Lingua by St. Thomas Aquinas
Bread of Angels, made the bread of men; The Bread of heavenputs an end to all symbols:A thing wonderful!The Lord becomes our food:poor, a servant, and humble.We beseech Thee, Godhead One in ThreeThat Thou wilt visit us,as we worship Thee,lead us through Thy ways, We who wish to reach the lightin which Thou dwellest.Amen.
---Panis Angelicus by St. Thomas Aquinas
-- of the agony so what now is
-- will be made new
fed to you by the Incomprehensible
Stay close to this food, it will
keep this beautiful ship
afloat, a lovely bride for the groom.
made infallible for the Incomprehensible.
(excerpt from the poem Incomprehensible)
Today is the official day on which Corpus Christi takes place. Romans circa 100 A.D. (please no one ever say C.E.) accused Christians of worshipping food. Well, today these "Romans" are called Protestants (which means protester) they claim that it's the worst sacrilege to worship bread. Of course a true Catholic knows, "...what bread?" There remains no evidence that the early Christians believed what Protestants believe. Search for St. Ignatius of Antioch on the internet. He is very clear on what they believed circa 100. Of course no proof matters unless they have faith.
Of the glorious Body telling, O my tongue, its mysteries sing, And the Blood, all price excelling, Which the world's eternal King, In a noble womb once dwelling Shed for the world's ransoming. Given for us, descending, Of a Virgin to proceed, Man with man in converse blending, Scattered he the Gospel seed, Till his sojourn drew to ending, Which he closed in wondrous deed. At the last great Supper lying Circled by his brethren's band, Meekly with the law complying, First he finished its command Then, immortal Food supplying, Gave himself with his own hand. Word made Flesh, by word he maketh Very bread his Flesh to be; Man in wine Christ's Blood partaketh: And if senses fail to see, Faith alone the true heart waketh To behold the mystery. Therefore we, before him bending, This great Sacrament revere; Types and shadows have their ending, For the newer rite is here; Faith, our outward sense befriending, Makes the inward vision clear. Glory let us give, and blessing To the Father and the Son; Honour, might, and praise addressing, While eternal ages run; Ever too his love confessing, Who, from both, with both is one. Amen.
---Pange Lingua by St. Thomas Aquinas
Bread of Angels, made the bread of men; The Bread of heavenputs an end to all symbols:A thing wonderful!The Lord becomes our food:poor, a servant, and humble.We beseech Thee, Godhead One in ThreeThat Thou wilt visit us,as we worship Thee,lead us through Thy ways, We who wish to reach the lightin which Thou dwellest.Amen.
---Panis Angelicus by St. Thomas Aquinas
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