a blanket for juliette

My sister Heather started crocheting this beautiful blanket at the age of 16 while pregnant with Juliette, spending hours of time in difficult reflection as her friends carried on being carefree teenagers. Heather has finally finished the blanket and handed it to Juliette, now 16 herself, who has also been going through an incredibly hard and painful time lately. Today Heather posted a couple of photographs on Facebook with the following caption:

“Labour of love for my big girl-child. Every stitch was done with you in mind. Tears and love and prayers are woven into the threads, my precious gift from God.”

My heart is swollen.

blanket for juliette

carlo gesualdo principe di venosa – tristis est anima mea

Carlo Gesualdo Principe di Venosa (1566?-1613): Tenebrae
Tristis est anima mea – Feria V, In coena Domini
In I Nocturno – Responsorium 1 (for Maudy Thursday)
Performed by The King’s Singers (2004)

Tristis est anima mea usque ad mortem:
sustinete hic, et vigilate mecum: nunc videbitis
turbam, quae circumdabit me: Vos fugam
capietis, et ego vadam immolari pro vobis.

Ecce appropinquat hora, et filius hominis
tradetur in manus peccatorum.

———

My soul is sorrowful even unto death: stay here
and watch with me: now shall ye see the crowd
that shall surround me: ye shall take flight, and
I shall go to be offered up for you.

Behold the time draweth nigh, and the son of
man shall be delivered into the hands of sinners.

mouchette

Final scene from Robert Bresson’s 1967 film.

“The small town is plagued with alcoholism, marital infidelity, unbridled masculinity, violence, and moral ambivalence. Mouchette’s father and brother, we have already seen, operate by selling liquor on the black market, with complicit police that turn an indifferent eye to a crate left behind. They, like other townsfolk, are paid in shots of alcohol, consumed without speech. Following Sunday mass, the village parishioners leave church and hastily head to the bar before the bells cease to toll. Mouchette’s dying mother has to hide gin from her abusive spouse. Even the town’s interdependent poacher/warden pair, Arsène and Mathieu, bring an end to their cat-and-mouse charade in the woods by sharing a drink from Arsène’s canteen full of gin. The motif of alcohol and its abuse stands as a distinctive mark of the moral decay of Mouchette’s society; however, the corruption of this town is not limited to alcoholism… Indeed, Mouchette’s society is one of extreme decadence and lawlessness, one that is ripe for a scapegoat upon whose back it can collectively discharge the burden of its vice and one from which the victim will gladly depart.”

Read more about the film HERE.

on incarnation and sacrifice

christ

But supposing God became a man – suppose our human nature which can suffer and die was amalgamated with God’s nature in one person – then that person could help us. He could surrender His will, and suffer and die, because He was man; and He could do it perfectly because He was God. You and I can go through this process only if God does it in us; but God can only do it if He becomes man. Our attempts at this dying will succeed only if we men share in God’s dying, just as our thinking can succeed only because it is a drop out of the ocean of God’s intelligence: but we cannot share God’s dying unless God dies; and God cannot die except by being a man. That is the sense in which He pays our debt, and suffers for us what He Himself need not suffer at all.

~ C.S. Lewis, Mere Christianity