I daily struggle between writing a snarky angry blog with a motivation to provide information you may not see in your MSM and also to discuss non-political subjects such as food and flowers, all while living my life as a Christian. One person who does this more successfully than I is Elizabeth Scalia. Her blog is a daily read for me, and I always leave her feeling a dose of hope and sometimes remorse.
I have copied this word-for-word because I can’t add or take anything:
Prayers for Aurora with Office of the Dead
Praying for Aurora: Have mercy on them O Lord, and make them welcome into your company; in your kindness console hearts broken; bind up the wounds inflicted upon our bodies, minds and spirits, for you are the Source of all healing and all love. On the cross, you showed mercy; let your example become alive to us in these days of heavy grief, that our pain may not be fed and grown on the poison of suspicion, exploitation, and vengeance — to which our hearts too quickly turn, and by which we are further weakened — but that it may, rather, be bathed in your light of revelation and truth, and soothed by the touch of your all-embracing, all-conciliating peace. In Christ’s name, we pray.
Canticle of Hezekias. Isa. 38.10.
I said, In the midst of my days * I shall go down unto the portals of hell. 2 I sought for the residue of my years. * I said, I shall not see the Lord God in the land of the living. 3 I shall behold man no more, * neither the inhabitant of the land of rest. 4 Mine age is departed, and is rolled up from me, * like as it were a shepherd’s tent. 5 My life is cut off as by a weaver, whilst I was yet but beginning, he cut me off : * from morning even until night shalt thou make an end of me. 6 I hoped till morning, * as a lion, so hath he broken all my bones. 7 From morning even until night shalt thou make an end of me : * I will cry like a young swallow; I will meditate like a dove. 8 Mine eyes are weakened, * with looking upward. 9 O Lord, I suffer violence, answer thou for me. * What shall I say, or what shall he answer me, whereas he himself hath done it? 10 I will call to remembrance before thee all my years * in the bitterness of my soul. 11 O Lord, if man’s life be such, and the life of my spirit be in such things as these, thou shalt chasten me, and make me to live. * Behold, in peace is my my bitterness most bitter. 12 But thou hast delivered my soul that it should not perish: * thou hast cast all my sins behind thy back. 13 For hell shall not give glory unto thee, neither shall death praise thee, * nor yet shall they that go down into the pit look for thy truth. 14 The living, yea the living, he shall give praise unto thee, as I do this day; * the father to the children shall make known thy truth. 15 O Lord, save me, * and we will sing our psalms all the days of our life in the house of the Lord. 16 Eternal rest * grant unto them, O Lord. 17 And let perpetual light * shine upon them.
May their souls and the souls of all the faithful departed rest in peace.