UNHAPPY I, OF ALL HELP BEREFT,
WHO AGAINST HEAVEN AND EARTH HAVE OFFENDED. TO HEAVEN I DARE NOT LIFT MY EYES FOR AGAINST HER GRIEVOUSLY I HAVE SINNED.
ON EARTH I FIND NO REFUGE FOR TO HER I HAVE BECOME AN OUTRAGE.
TO YOU THEREFORE, MOST LOVING GOD, SAD AND SORROWFUL I COME. WORDS OF SORROW I SHALL POUR OUT, YOUR MERCY I SHALL BEG, AND I SHALL SAY: HAVE MERCY ON ME O GOD ACCORDING TO YOUR GREAT COMPASSION
Sunday, January 17, 2010
The Bug
The Bugnini died in 1982, and—happily for those of us who seek some measure of beauty and solemnity in public worship—is still dead.
Long may he remain so.
Now all we need do is wait for his disciples to join him.
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