Wednesday, February 17, 2016

Prayer Intentions at the Adoration Chapel



Dear LORD,

I pray for Sharon Lyn's Dad in the hospital with pneumonia, Phil, husband and father that he fight the good fight and Sandy Saba's vocation special intention that they all be ordered to Thy Will, that Thy Will be done, that Thou lovest them, your children, and keep them under Thine protection and care.

Amen

Monday, February 15, 2016

St. Valentine's Day for my Girls, pt III: Diane

My dearest love,

I love you with all my heart, from the day I fist saw you ^^) to today, to now and forever.

You are the most beautiful person in the world, because your outward elegance and poise and grace is at one with the radiance of your soul.

God blessed me with you.

I love you.

Your dearest hubs



St. Valentine's Day for my Girls, pt II: Elena Marie

Dear Elena Marie,

My Elvish princess, I still remember how you would parade about the house with your moo-cow, pleased as punch to have the run of the house.

What a fine, you lady, graceful and gentle, wise and kind, you have become. Know that God loves you and watches over you, carrying the weight of having a (very) weird, (very) old Dad.

And let's not forget: chocolate and ramen, ... but not mixed together.

Love, Papa


St. Valentine's Day for my girls, pt I: Isabel

Dearest Isabel,

When you were born, your mother held you in her arms and cried, "My baby, my baby!

Beloved of God, one thing you will always have as long as I have breath in my body is the love of your father.

I love you.

Papa

Tuesday, February 2, 2016

Fæder ure


This is the Old English version of the "Our Father" that I picked up on twitter from @14KaratGEM. Notice something about it? Old English has letters of the alphabet we no longer have. But the Icelandic alphabet, unchanged for the last 1,000 years, still does. So, I can actually write this prayer out fair. Here it is:

Fæder ure þu þe eart on heofonum;
Si þin nama gehalgod
tobecume þin rice
gewurþe ðin willa
on oerðan swa swa on heofonum.
urne gedæghwamlican hlaf syle us todæg
and forgyf us ure gyltas
swa swa we forgyfað urum gyltendum
and ne gelæd þu us on costnunge
 
ac alys us of yfele soþlice

(Font: Baskerville, Regular, 16-pt)