In today’s episode, we revisit some of the material covered in the previous chapter. In this episode, C.S. Lewis re-examines the question of morality through the classical lens of the four Cardinal Virtues: Prudence, Temperance, Justice, and Fortitude.
In our Advent study this week, we touched on the subject of priesthood and I asked my favourite trick question: how many priests are there in the Catholic Church? Fr. Mike answers this question in the rather oddly-titled video “Why we don’t drink coffee at Mass”…
At the 50th Anniversary of C.S. Lewis’ death, he was honoured in Westminster Abbey’s “Poet’s Corner”. To mark the anniversary and this honour, there was a C.S. Lewis Symposium with lectures given by noted C.S. Lewis experts. Here are the videos of those presentations:
I have always enjoyed the song “Let all mortal flesh”. My love of this song deepened as I dug into Church History and discovered these words were part of the ancient Liturgy of St. James. Although most people associate this song with Christ’s coming at Christmas, both the lyrics and this early liturgical setting point, not to Christ’s coming two thousand years ago, but to His coming to us on the altar at every Mass.
Despite having always loved the song, this weekend my love was taken to new depths. On Saturday I heard a new version of this song by Sarah Kroger on The Catholic Playlist Show. Since then, I have played little else . The orchestration and Sarah’s phenomenal voice, as clear as glass, have such a transcendent quality…wow….just…..wow.
Let all mortal flesh keep silence,
And with fear and trembling stand;
Ponder nothing earthly-minded,
For with blessing in His hand,
Christ our God to earth descendeth,
Our full homage to demand.
King of kings, yet born of Mary,
As of old on earth He stood,
Lord of lords, in human vesture,
In the body and the blood;
He will give to all the faithful
His own self for heav’nly food.
Rank on rank the host of heaven
Spreads its vanguard on the way,
As the Light of light descendeth
From the realms of endless day,
That the pow’rs of hell may vanish
As the darkness clears away.
At His feet the six-winged seraph,
Cherubim with sleepless eye,
Veil their faces to the presence,
As with ceaseless voice they cry:
“Alleluia, Alleluia,
Alleluia, Lord Most High!”