After some devotional photography for Holy Week, here's something lighthearted and cute for Easter Sunday itself:


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Purists may quibble about the title of my post, since there's nothing in here about the Josephite Fathers or Josephite marriages. I ask your indulgence because St. Joseph is popular in our family. Without further ado, here is St. Joe's very own episode of ephraemsyrus: Photo Edition.

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Next year John will probably be able to express his preferred Halloween costume; until then, his parents are enjoying themselves. It gives me great pleasure to present this year's edition:

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Sometimes I deliberately arrive a bit early for schola practice so I can take pictures, as Holy Cross offers multitudes of opportunities:


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I am too lazy to search the archives to find out if I've posted before about Ut queant laxis, the vesper hymn for the Nativity of St. John the Baptist (today), which happens to also be the source of the solfege syllables (do re mi). Rather than rehash the whole story, here's an excerpt from my as-yet-unpublished hymnal, with Latin and English ( Read more... )

I have often said that my life is like a Mahler symphony: the sublime and the ridiculous are jammed side-by-side into some sort of unified whole. It is unsurprising, then, that I was inspired to write a sonnet on the Annunciation whilst sitting on the toilet, and further, that said sonnet should parody W. B. Yeats's famous poem "Leda and the SwanA ( Read more... )