Truly you are God sent Paul❤ funny enough I am old school mum & grandmother who loves all your chants & the wording of the 🙏 prayers so what I do for St John the Baptist whom I dearly love ( together with Our Lady of Medjugorje Queen of Peace & St John the Baptist are the Patrons of our COP Communion of Peace group with Fr Rory Morrissey) I painstakingly write the Hymn, Antiphons and Responsary in my notebook to stick it into my mind & ❤️ heart 🕊 as I grow older each day my memories is not great but by writing them they stay more in my ❤& mind. I'm a happy😅 soul doing it & singing with you 🎶 God bless always ❤May God increase as we decrease 🙏
Amen! He IS an incredible martyr. Thank you for this extra with interesting facts. God bless you & your family. St. John the Baptist, intercede for us.
Thanks for the insightful video. I had two questions, where do you get the tones for the psalms and where do you get the hymns for each day considering the breviary by Catholic Book Publishing has the 1970’s translation? I would like to find the Latin versions and the new 2023 hymns
I transcribe them from either the Antiphonale Romanum or the Liber Usualis from Latin into English. It’s a very involved process. The 2023 hymns can be found in Latin in the Liber Hymnarius or in English in the Divine Office Hymnal published in July through GIA.
I found it interesting that when the message from Jesus was brought back to John, quoting Isiah, one phrase was omitted: “bringing forth from the dungeon.” I wrote a story book on characters from the Bible (author name TP Graf). Here is the one for John. Hope it is not too long for TH-cam posts. The Cousin My mother claims that I leapt in her womb when Mary visited us those many years ago. I don’t recall it. Though for the telling, I’m content to think that it might have happened. It certainly had its own role in her shaping my early days for something other than following in my father’s footsteps as a member of the priestly class. My father was a good man, but my mother and I looked with great suspicion on his peers. They seemed a little too self-assured of their own superiority. Their piety was nauseating. For his part, he was struck dumb for asking an angel what seemed a pretty reasonable question about age and fertility. This lasted until I was taken as a child to the temple for my presentation to the Lord. (A rite for boys only.) This would free his tongue, and he would pour out a great poem about my life and my vocation. Despite his priestly class, he allowed me to go a different way- a way he was fully persuaded was the Divine leading. It was a far cry from his world. I would live a simple, rustic life well outside the established order. I saw water as an excellent symbol for cleansing us of all of the garbage we carried willingly or were compelled to carry by the legalism that was thrust upon us. At any rate, I became somewhat of a problem for the establishment. I’m sure my father took some heat from his peers, but he never tried to dissuade me from my vocation. I saw the boy I’d made such a fuss about in the womb coming my way. We grew up in some familiarity, him being my cousin. I went off at a young age to start my vocation as the anti-establishment, radical baptizer. He had stayed at home working as a carpenter. I knew he had another vocation. I didn’t know when he would act on it. He seemed in no big hurry to do so. I was in high gear and he in low. When I saw him coming down the hillside, I thought, “Aha! He has begun.” The scribes and pharisees who had come out to observe me had put me in a mood. Vipers... Anyway, it threw me a bit that this cousin would want my baptism. I said it plainly enough. “You should baptize me.” But he insisted, and so I did. The Holy Dove descended, confirming the start of his vocation as the Beloved One. I, for my part, continued to speak truth to power. The house of Herod didn’t take kindly to my pointing out their adulterous coven. And in the end, it would cost me my head. (Too many emperors, kings, and powers would see injustice as their own perverse, divine right to bestow on their opposition. The empire did not approve of radicals pointing out their multiplicity of evils.) In full disclosure, I was a little confused by the cousin’s tactics. I had foretold of one coming who would baptize with fire. Yes, I expected revolution! The cousin seemed more prone to sit on the hills and talk in poetic metaphors. He liked to bless all the simplest gifts of people and Creation. I had even heard that perhaps he’d forgotten us relatives when I was told he had said to a gathering, “Who is my mother and who are my brothers?” While imprisoned, I began to doubt. Who doesn’t doubt in these dark, stinking cells? Was I wrong to think of him as the deliverer? He wasn’t delivering me! When the word came back, I finally understood. “The blind see; the lame walk; the lepers healed; the dead raised; the good news proclaimed to the poor.” Isaiah’s other foretelling of “bringing forth from the dungeon”’ dropped from the list. Okay, nothing about breaking me out of prison. Understood. I finally saw clearly. He was not going to baptize with fire. He was far more radical than I. He would love his enemies and bind the wounds of the weakest. He would set us free in our own hearts. No ritual purification was needed in any form. I came back to that one phrase. The dead raised. My fate was clear, as was the promise. The royals would have my head literally on their silver platter. The temple would approve. Neither would have my soul. The boy I had known and the man he would become had delivered the promise. It just took some of us longer to see. The promise was love and not revolution. Something in my prison cell I finally understood. The Deliverer had delivered me. Peace was mine.
Though John lacked the grace of the knowledge that Christ's Christ's Resurrection had ben accomplished (like other martyrs did not lack), I have heard it said that he was sanctified in his Mother's womb, so he had that grace.
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Thank you for this research and insight. These videos are a great length, to the point, and appreciated. God bless
These daily reflections are so edifying - 🙏🏼 thank you!
Truly you are God sent Paul❤ funny enough I am old school mum & grandmother who loves all your chants & the wording of the 🙏 prayers so what I do for St John the Baptist whom I dearly love ( together with Our Lady of Medjugorje Queen of Peace & St John the Baptist are the Patrons of our COP Communion of Peace group with Fr Rory Morrissey) I painstakingly write the Hymn, Antiphons and Responsary in my notebook to stick it into my mind & ❤️ heart 🕊 as I grow older each day my memories is not great but by writing them they stay more in my ❤& mind. I'm a happy😅 soul doing it & singing with you 🎶 God bless always ❤May God increase as we decrease 🙏
I have memory issues myself very good idea to write them in a notebook God Bless you and God Bless Paul he is truly a God sent ✝️🙏🏻🕊️
Very much appreciate the LOTR reference here!
A very refreshing way of expounding on the feasts.
Never thought of this before. Thank you for your insight to St. John the Baptist!
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Amen! He IS an incredible martyr. Thank you for this extra with interesting facts. God bless you & your family.
St. John the Baptist, intercede for us.
Thank you may the almighty God bless you amen 🙏 ❤
Beautiful. I have a new favorite TH-cam channel. Going to have to look for previous posts and do some catching up. So edifying. Thank you
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Thanks for the insightful video. I had two questions, where do you get the tones for the psalms and where do you get the hymns for each day considering the breviary by Catholic Book Publishing has the 1970’s translation? I would like to find the Latin versions and the new 2023 hymns
I transcribe them from either the Antiphonale Romanum or the Liber Usualis from Latin into English. It’s a very involved process. The 2023 hymns can be found in Latin in the Liber Hymnarius or in English in the Divine Office Hymnal published in July through GIA.
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I found it interesting that when the message from Jesus was brought back to John, quoting Isiah, one phrase was omitted: “bringing forth from the dungeon.” I wrote a story book on characters from the Bible (author name TP Graf). Here is the one for John. Hope it is not too long for TH-cam posts.
The Cousin
My mother claims that I
leapt in her womb
when Mary visited us those
many years ago.
I don’t recall it.
Though for the telling, I’m content
to think that it might have happened.
It certainly had its own role in her
shaping my early days for something
other than following in my father’s
footsteps as a member
of the priestly class.
My father was a good man, but my
mother and I looked with great
suspicion on his peers. They seemed
a little too self-assured of their
own superiority.
Their piety was nauseating.
For his part, he was struck dumb
for asking an angel what seemed
a pretty reasonable question about
age and fertility.
This lasted until I was taken as
a child to the temple for my
presentation to the Lord.
(A rite for boys only.)
This would free his tongue, and he
would pour out a great poem
about my life and my vocation.
Despite his priestly class,
he allowed me to go a different way-
a way he was fully persuaded was
the Divine leading.
It was a far cry from his world. I would
live a simple, rustic life well
outside the established order.
I saw water as an excellent symbol
for cleansing us of all of the garbage we
carried willingly or were compelled to
carry by the legalism that was
thrust upon us.
At any rate, I became somewhat
of a problem for the establishment.
I’m sure my father took some heat
from his peers, but he never tried
to dissuade me from my vocation.
I saw the boy I’d made such a fuss about
in the womb coming my way.
We grew up in some familiarity,
him being my cousin.
I went off at a young age to start my
vocation as the anti-establishment,
radical baptizer.
He had stayed at home working as a
carpenter. I knew he had another vocation.
I didn’t know when he would act on it.
He seemed in no big hurry to do so.
I was in high gear and he in low.
When I saw him coming down the hillside,
I thought, “Aha! He has begun.”
The scribes and pharisees who had come
out to observe me had put me in a mood.
Vipers...
Anyway, it threw me a bit that this cousin
would want my baptism. I said it plainly enough.
“You should baptize me.”
But he insisted, and so I did. The Holy Dove
descended, confirming the start of his
vocation as the Beloved One.
I, for my part, continued to speak truth to power.
The house of Herod didn’t take kindly to
my pointing out their adulterous coven.
And in the end, it would cost me my head.
(Too many emperors, kings, and powers
would see injustice as their own
perverse, divine right
to bestow on their opposition. The empire
did not approve of radicals pointing out
their multiplicity of evils.)
In full disclosure, I was a little confused
by the cousin’s tactics. I had foretold of one
coming who would baptize with fire.
Yes, I expected revolution!
The cousin seemed more prone
to sit on the hills and talk in poetic
metaphors. He liked to bless all the
simplest gifts of people and Creation.
I had even heard
that perhaps he’d forgotten us relatives
when I was told he had said
to a gathering,
“Who is my mother and who are my brothers?”
While imprisoned, I began to doubt.
Who doesn’t doubt in these dark,
stinking cells?
Was I wrong to think of him
as the deliverer?
He wasn’t delivering me!
When the word came back, I finally understood.
“The blind see; the lame walk; the lepers healed;
the dead raised; the good news proclaimed to the poor.”
Isaiah’s other foretelling of “bringing forth from
the dungeon”’ dropped from the list.
Okay, nothing about breaking me out of prison.
Understood.
I finally saw clearly. He was not going
to baptize with fire. He was far more
radical than I.
He would love his enemies and bind the
wounds of the weakest. He would set
us free in our own hearts.
No ritual purification was needed
in any form.
I came back to that one phrase.
The dead raised.
My fate was clear, as was the promise.
The royals would have my head literally on
their silver platter.
The temple would approve.
Neither would have my soul.
The boy I had known and the man he
would become had delivered the
promise. It just took some of us
longer to see.
The promise was love
and not revolution.
Something in my prison cell I finally
understood.
The Deliverer had delivered me.
Peace was mine.
Though John lacked the grace of the knowledge that Christ's Christ's Resurrection had ben accomplished (like other martyrs did not lack), I have heard it said that he was sanctified in his Mother's womb, so he had that grace.
Chants and rants mr bro Paul kuya rose creator sing the hours English USA 🇺🇲🇺🇲 live chat TH-cam Tagalog mr Cris kuya molina i am a special child God bless you mama mary loves you happy good morning Friday 🌞🌞🌞 mr bro Cris Claudio Gomez molina bicol Naga city Philippines filipino 🇵🇭🇵🇭 thank you my friend i love you God is good Ave Maria chants and rants mr bro Paul kuya rose creator sing the hours USA 🇺🇲🇺🇲 heart love ❤️❤️❤️ infant Jesus of Prague pray for us prayer intention PM am family cousin 🙏🙏🙏 kuya cousin Jolo Enzo enchai Justin lovcnzo Gomez Jolo pharmacy's Christina ney Lorenzo c Gomez Enzo cousin accountancy Angelica c Gomez enchai cousin nursing family happy new year 2024 🎆🎆🎆🎇🎇🎇 COVID-19 2024 face mask 😷😷😷