Tuesday, March 28, 2006

There we sat and Wept

Sitting, suffering really, through the Novus Ordo this weekend, I couldn't help but hear in the psalm (136) a lament for the Traditional Mass.

Upon the rivers of Babylon, there we sat and wept: when we remembered Sion:

On the willows in the midst thereof we hung up our instruments.

For there they that led us into captivity required of us the words of songs. And they that carried us away, said: Sing ye to us a hymn of the songs of Sion.

How shall we sing the song of the Lord in a strange land?

If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, let my right hand be forgotten.

Let my tongue cleave to my jaws, if I do not remember thee: If I make not Jerusalem the beginning of my joy.


Ubi Petrus said...

What diocese were you in?

J D Carriere said...

The same one as always. What difference does it make?