Showing posts with label Father Andrew. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Father Andrew. Show all posts

26 June 2012

Father Andrew on the Blessed Sacrament

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"We cannot do more than give ourselves to God, but we can do this every moment of the day. It is a mistake to imagine we require any other circumstances than those in which we are living to do this. Every thought, word and deed may be a givng of ourselves to him,and then when we come to die it will be just giving ourselves wholly to God." --Father Andrew (from a letter)

Father Andrew, SDC was a great anglo-catholic priest in the Church of England.  He was co-founder of the Society of the Divine Compassion, the first Franciscan Community established in the Church of England since the Reformation.  Father Andrew served and laboured in East London among the poor and those whose needs were great in order to bring them the love and compassion of Jesus.   The following is one of his great homilies and one of the great Anglican homilies on the Blessed Sacrament.


Corpus Christi

On the Blessed Sacrament

'For as often as ye eat this bread, and drink this cup, he do show the Lord's death till He come.'-- I Cor.xi. 26
 
The Holy Eucharist is always first of all a Godward offering; an act of Christ our Brother, offering himself as the Son of Man for us all; the perfect Sacrifice, which is our pure worship and our atoning peace. All Jewish sacrifices were Godward offerings, all Jewish mentality was steeped in the sacrificial idea. There could have been no doubt in the minds of the apostles that the words spoken at the Last Supper were sacrificial words, that the whole service was a sacrificial service. 

It is, secondly, a manward offering, a communication of His most sacred Self to us by Christ our God, Who, for our sakes and for our salvation, became man, and, as man, in our human nature offered for us all a perfect Sacrifice, set us all a perfect example, and now communicates to us the power of His endless life in the holy mysteries of the altar. Our Lord said first of all, 'This is My Body, which is given for you; this is My Blood which is shed for you.' This He said in sacrifice sacrificially. Then He said, in effect, 'This is My Body which is given to you; this is My Blood which is given to you. Take, eat, drink, do, in remembrance of Me.'  

We do not receive bread and wine in memory of Christ, but we receive Christ in memory of Calvary.
 
We have to keep always in our minds that the Mass is not first of all private and parochial, the bringing of our own needs to Christ, but an act of worship of the whole Church, the Body of Christ, in which each one of us has an individual share as a worshipper. In every Mass, time and space are not so much obliterated as captured, and we are linked up with the Upper Room and 'the same night on which He was betrayed,' and Mount Calvary, and the worship of heaven where the Lamb of God is ceaselessly adored, and all other Catholic Christians everywhere, who are at countless altars offering to the eternal Trinity the full, perfect, and sufficient satisfaction, oblation, and sacrifice of praise and thanksgiving. 

Christ our Lord, having offered for us all the perfect sacrifice, now in His courtesy invites us as His guests to partake of that sacrifice. We may think of Christ's courtesy in Holy Communion. Emerson has a good sentence about hospitality. He says, 'Let not the emphasis of hospitality lie in bed and board: but let truth and love and honour and courtesy flow in all thy deeds.' What the American transcendentalist would teach us is that the highest kind of host does not just welcome us to his table but to his mind, to the hospitality of his thought and the sharing of his ideas. This our Lord will surely do. Holy Communion is not just spiritual; it is not receiving bread and wine in memory of Christ and with a special sense of His spiritual Presence with His people: it is receiving Him Himself in memory of Calvary

He Who is sacramentally present is the very same Christ Who was historically present in the years of His incarnate life. But when we have guarded that truth in our faith and in our minds, we must realise that our communion is with One Who would call us friends, and would give us the hospitality not only of His board but of His soul and heart and mind. So, having made our act of worship in union with His whole Church, we then bring to Him in very truth our parochial and personal needs, our special environment, the condition of the world in our day, our own personal contacts, delightful and difficult, our hopes and fears, our joys and sorrows. The Mass is first of all a Godward offering, full, perfect, and sufficient; it is secondly a manward communion, intimate and tender, of uttermost sympathy and understanding. 

As the Mass is first a Godward offering and secondly a manward communion, so the Christian life is first a life of consecration and self-oblation and secondly a comradeship. But the greater includes the less, and the first is the condition of the second. Our relationship with God is the key to all relationships with creatures and persons. The priest at the altar does not give us unconsecrated bread; we must not give to our brothers an unconsecrated comradeship. 

Father Andrew, S.D.C.

+Ora pro nobis.

Christmas Hymn in June

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Although it is summertime and the heat in Texas is unbearable, I have been filled with thoughts of the Nativity of Our Lord and how his Sacrifice began with His entrance into the virgin womb of His most holy Mother.  

In preparing another post on prayers written by Father Andrew, S.D.C.  I came across a Communion Hymn he wrote for Christmas communions.  I do not recall a tune for it, and it may have simply been a rhyming prayer at first meant for one to learn by heart and once learnt by heart to become a prayer of one's heart.

I believe this is written in the voice of that little child we should hope to be if we desire to enter into eternity in the Kingdom of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost.  Here is the lyric that moves me more and more with each passing year: 


Christmas Communion

Thou Babe most dear,
Thou Babe divine,
Beneath these veils of Bread and Wine
I know Thee here.

Behold, I come
To worship Thee,
To take Thee in this Mystery
To have Thee home !

Thou, very God,
For love of me
From Bethlehem to Calvary
Love's paths hast trod.

Thou, very Man,
In humbleness
Didst learn obedience through distress –
And that I can.

Lord JESU Christ,
As Thou to me,
So would I humbly come to Thee
In Eucharist.

Father Andrew, S.D.C

+Ora pro nobis.

Prayers of Father Andrew

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Dear Reader, you may also be interested in another post of mine on Father Andrew regarding two poems of his I hope shall be used as hymns.

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ALMIGHTY Father, we thank Thee that we Thy mortal children are allowed to feed upon the Bread of Life; that we sinners are able to hold communion with the King of Saints; and that we, who know not what any day may bring forth, are allowed to fortify our souls with His Presence, Who turned the dark night of His death into the brightness of the light of His redeeming love, Thy Son, Jesus Christ our Lord, Who liveth and reigneth with Thee in the unity of the Holy Ghost, one God, world without end.

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LORD, I pray that I may be one of those who receive Thee in very truth, that I may be a syllable of Thy utterance, spoken by Thee, as Thou art the Word of the Father, the music and meaning of the universe.

May all my life's expression be born not of earthly desire, nor of my own will,  nor of any other creature; but, truly receiving Thee,  may I know the power to be indeed, with Thee, the Father's child.

Thanks be to Thee, my God, thanks be to Thee, and may I learn to thank Thee for all things, and most for the things that cost me most, if by them I can witness with a love that is true to the truth of Thy love for me and all the world.

Thanks be to Thee, my Lord, for this unspeakable gift.

VI.
LORD, take charge !
Thou hast come into me:
Let me not roam at large:
Assert Thy sovereignty.
Lord, take charge !

Take Thou my lips, 
Order my speech;
Save me from slips;
Don't let me preach.
Lord, take charge !

Take Thou my hands,
Use them as Thine.
Unloose men's bands
With service of mine,
Lord, take charge !

Take Thou my heart:
Let Thy pure love
Possess every part;
So mountains might move.
Lord, take charge !

Lord, take me,
Just as I am.
I have taken Thee,
God's most dear Lamb.
Take me wholly !
Lord, take charge !

VII.

NOW I can be brave in my pain; now I can return love for hatred; now I can go through darkness in faith; because I have Him with me Who did all these things.

Prayers from Father Andrew
A.R. Mowbray & Co. Limited, 1950

+Ora pro nobis.

13 July 2008

Father Andrew of East London

anglo-catholic Church of England monk

These days there are very, very few who remember Father Andrew. I suspect this has a great deal to do with the scattering and expulsion of anglo-catholics from the Anglican Communion. My intention with this post is to shine light on two of his poems that would make marvellous hymns. The first poem entitled "The Sacred Wounds" is very simple and straightforward. The impulse within it, of the soul seeking blessing so as to entirely serve Christ, is very similar to the type of prayer known generally as a Wesleyan or Methodist Covenant Prayer. The second entitled "Laudamus" is a splendid hymn of praise.



THE SACRED WOUNDS by Father Andrew

O DEAREST Lord, Thy sacred Brow
With thorns was pierced for me :
O pour Thy blessing on my head,
That I may think for Thee.

O dearest Lord, Thy sacred Hands
With nails were pierced for me ;
O send Thy blessing on my hands,
That they may work for Thee.

O dearest Lord, Thy sacred Feet
With nails were pierced for me ;
O send Thy blessing on my feet,
That they may follow Thee.

O dearest Lord, Thy sacred Heart
With spear was pierced for me :
O shed Thy blessing on my heart,
That I may live for Thee.

One cannot help but make the connexion to the Theresian Carmel and St. Teresa of Ávila's own words of commission to her sisters.


LAUDAMUS by Father Andrew

PRAISE we our God, for we are His creation !
Naught life can bring should make His sons afraid.
Keep we our souls for Him a pure oblation :
In His own perfect Image we were made.

Praise we the Saviour for His great salvation !
We are the purchase of His precious Blood;
He King and Priest of God's own holy nation,
Himself our Leader, and Himself our Food.

Praise we the Spirit, Comforter indwelling !
Lifting our lives to ways of righteousness.
Praise we the love of God, all love excelling !
Live we in love with God's own loveliness.


As I have said before I believe a local musician knows best which tune to pair with what text so that an unfamiliar text may be given a chance being buoyed aloft by a locally familiar tune. Sometimes though a new tune is the best partner for a text, and I am of the opinion that a tune named SADIE, the copyright of which is held by Selah Publishing in the USA, is the perfect partner for Father Andrew's poem on the Wounds of Our Lord.

+Ora pro nobis.