Saturday, 6 April 2013

Quasimodo Sunday

Easter. Not just one day, or even a weekend, as the BBC seem to think, but 50 days of celebration. A week of weeks plus the eternal day, Pentecost. Not sure I can eat any more chocolate however...

Numbers for the Triduum were very good, especially considering how much snow was still around, and generally how grim and frozen everyone is feeling. This week has seen more Funerals, and the first Wedding of the year, with a very adventurous bride insisting on wearing a strapless dress, while the rest of us shivered. 

The Sunday after Easter. also known as the Second Sunday of Easter, Low Sunday, Divine Mercy Sunday, the Sunday of Thomas, and most memorably of all, Quasimodo Sunday from the first two words of the traditional Latin opening Antiphon at Mass, speaking particularly to the newly baptized:      
I Peter 2:2
Quasi modo geniti infantes, rationabile, sine dolo lac concupiscite ut in eo crescatis in salutem si gustastis quoniam dulcis Dominus.

As newborn babes, alleluia, long for pure spiritual milk without guile, alleluia, alleluia, alleluia. Rejoice to God our helper. Sing aloud to the God of Jacob.
In antiquity, the day that the newly baptized officially put away their white robes, known liturgically as Dominica in albis or the Sunday of putting away the albs.

The Gospel reading is John 20: 19-31. Doubting Thomas, though I prefer Thomas, man of faith, as he utters those words of acclamation and recognition, 'My Lord and My God.'

On a Day with a hint of spring, the view from the lower part of St Mary's Churchyard this morning as the new Morrisons has finally opened. We even have a new public Clock visible to all; this morning it was working perfectly, unlike ours on St Mary's tower!