Confiteor
Confiteor - that I become ridiculously self-pitying when remotely ill. Like now. Pass the Lemsip.
- that I resolved to say Lauds every day in Advent, then slept in most days last week. (But my cold was at its peak. See above...)
- that I've been reading one of those Bible-in-a year volumes (Scripture handily divided up so you get through it all in 365 chunks), which Aelianus kindly lent me; but I'm 5 weeks behind on the New Testament section and nearly a month behind in the OT section. Though I'm ten days ahead in the Deuterocanonicals section. The Books of the Maccabees are page-turners.
- that I still think of the 'Deuterocanonical' books under the name 'Apocrypha', even though the whole canon formation thing was one of the points which made me twig about the Church.
- that I'm moved largely by selfishness and cowardice in dealings with my anti-Catholic (well, to be fair, uncomfortable-with-my-Catholicism) family.
- that, come to think of it, I'm moved largely by selfishness and cowardice, full stop. Oh dear. That's not very amusing, sorry.
- that I play up Scottish patriotism when in England, and British patriotism when in Scotland.
(...that's quite enough for the moment...)
Et precor Beatam Mariam semper Virginem, Beatum Michaelem Archangelum, Beatum Johannem Baptistam, Sanctos Apostolos Petrum et Paulum, et omnes Sanctos, - et vos, lectores dilectos - orare pro me ad Dominum Deum nostrum.
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