Friday, June 30, 2017

Pentecost IV

Holy Masses for the fourth Sunday of Pentecost are as follows:

11.00 a.m. Sacred Heart, Broughton Hall, Skipton (missa cantata)
12.30 p.m. St Joseph's, Pakington Street, Bradford

On Thursday, July 6th. there will be missa cantata at 6.00 p.m. at Markenfield Hall, just south of Ripon. The Rudgate singers will sing the Mass. Reminder nearer the time.


Wednesday, June 28, 2017

Saints Peter and Paul

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This Thursday, June 29th, is the feast of Saints Peter and Paul and is a holy day of obligation.
We have two Masses:

11.00 a.m. Sacred Heart, Broughton Hall, Skipton
5.00 p.m. St. Joseph's, Pakington Street, Bradford

Please do all you can to attend either of these Masses. 

Monday, June 26, 2017

Retirement

The Parish Priest at St. Anthony's, Fr. John Abberton, is retiring this summer and as such the Masses at that parish will now be discontinued. Many thanks to him for being a regular celebrant at this parish and when he was at Holy Spirit, Heckmondwike. Father was also most welcoming allowing us to use the old St. Mary's in Bradford when he was Parish Priest there.
Yesterday he assured me that he is willing to continue to say the Mass for us as he will be living locally. Again thanks to him for this. We are very fortunate in this diocese having so many priests ready, willing and able to offer Mass for us in different areas of the diocese.
We wish Fr. Abberton a long and happy retirement.

YCA National Weekend - Douai Abbey

The Young Catholic Adults National weekend at Douai Abbey 20th-22nd OCTOBER 2017 with Fr. Lawrence Lew OP and Canon Poucin ICKSP.


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(Douai 2011)
 



YCA's aims are:-
-To foster authentic Catholic teaching and spirituality
-Promote a spirit of charity as practiced by the great saints of the Church such as St. John Vianney, St. Francis de Sales and the English Martyrs 
-We aim to promote a spirit of beauty and reverence in the Sacred Liturgy

Saturday, June 24, 2017

Pentecost III

Masses for this Sunday, the third Sunday of Pentecost are as follows:

11.00 a.m. Sacred Heart, Broughton Hall, Skipton
12.30 p.m. St. Joseph's, Pakington Street, Bradford
4.00 p.m. St. Anthony's, Bradford Road, Clayton, Bradford


Thursday is the Feast of Ss Peter and Paul and there will be Mass at Sacred Heart, Broughton Hall at 11.00 a.m. and at St. Joseph's, Bradford at 5.00 p.m. This feast is a holy day of obligation.

Monday, June 19, 2017

Troubled times


Mass for the feast of Corpus Christi at Saint Joseph's went ahead yesterday as usual and was followed by Benediction of the Blessed Sacrament which all went very well. Many thanks to Fr. Driver for this.


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A very pleasant experience was however soured with the news that thieves had broken into the church last week and having broken several doors gained access to the sacristy where the safe was prized open and all the plate was stolen including some very old chalices of great significance to the history of Catholicism in Bradford after the restoration of the hierarchy. The collection money from last Sunday was also stolen as well as some electronic equipment.
What a sad testimony to the times we live in.
A few months ago Saint Anthony's in Bradford was also broken into - the thief got away with about £40 from the candle box but did £400 worth of damage breaking a stained glass window.
None of this however compares with the abominable break in at Killingbeck chapel a few years ago when we had our regular Masses there. Somebody who was well equipped broke in by gaining access through the roof, simply to get to the safe for the tabernacle key. Nothing was stolen but the contents of the ciborium had been strewn about the place and other things had been done which are too distasteful to mention. After this Bishop Konstant rightly insisted that the Blessed Sacrament not be reserved there and sent the local Dean to say prayers in reparation for the sacrilege - including psalm 42, the Judica me.
There are some very sick people about.
Please pray that the thieves be brought to justice and the silver is returned as happened elsewhere in the diocese a few years ago.
The picture shows the hand of Dismas touching that of Jesus on the cross, the repentant thief who was crucified with Christ - and the one who was personally promised eternal happiness in heaven by the Lord.

Friday, June 16, 2017

Corpus Christi Sunday

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This Sunday is Corpus Christi in England and Wales and we have three Masses on Sunday:

8.00 a.m. Leeds Cathedral, Cookridge Street, Leeds

11.00 a.m. Sacred Heart, Broughton Hall, Skipton
12.30 p.m. St. Joseph's, Pakington Street, Bradford

Mass at St. Joseph's will be followed by Benediction of the Blessed Sacrament.

Also remember that there is Confession at call at any of our Masses

Wednesday, June 14, 2017

EF Ordinations in Warrington



Image result for st mary's shrine warringtonArchbishop Malcolm McMahon will be ordaining two members of the Priestly Society of St Peter to the Priesthood on Saturday 17th June at St Mary's Church in Warrington.  They are Deacons Alex Stewart, FSSP and Krzysztof Sanetra, FSSP.  The programme for the day is as follows:
  • 11.00 a.m. Priestly ordination of Deacons Alex Stewart, FSSP and Krzysztof Sanetra, FSSP by Archbishop Malcolm McMahon of Liverpool (no booking needed)
·         1:30 p.m. Refreshments in Priory Garden – while First Blessings are given by the new priests
·         2.00 p.m. Buffet Lunch at nearby venue (no booking needed)
·         5.00 p.m. Solemn Vespers

These will be the first ordinations in the Extraordinary Form  to take place in England or Wales for about 50 years, so it is a significant occasion for all interested in the traditional movement.  Everybody is welcome, although early arrival is recommended to be assured of a seat in the church.
(Photo Dr. Joseph Shaw)

Friday, June 9, 2017

Trinity Sunday

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Blessed be the Holy and Undivided Trinity now and forever!


Masses for this incomprehensible and mystical feast which sees two Masses on Sunday.


11.00 a.m. Sacred Heart, Broughton Hall, Skipton
12.30 p.m. St. Joseph's, Pakington Street, Bradford




The Mass at St. Joseph's will be followed by the baptism of Jasper Patrick Shackleton.

Wednesday, June 7, 2017

Pentecost treat

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I reproduce the following from the blog site of the Ronald Knox Society of North America (hence the American English spelling). It is worth ten minutes of anybody's time.




The Holy Spirit If a man should set out to go through the Bible, pausing and making a meditation wherever he found material, his attention would be caught without fail, I think, by the second verse of it. “Earth was still an empty waste, and darkness hung over the deep; but already, over its waters, stirred the breath of God.” Creation still in the melting-pot, so that we have nothing for our composition of place except a formless sea of undifferentiated matter; dark, not by some effect of shadow, but with that primal darkness that reigned before light was made. And over this inert mass, like the mist that steals up from a pool at evening, God’s breath his Spirit, was at work. Already it was his plan to educe from this chaos the cosmos he had resolved to make, passing up through its gradual stages till it culminated in the creation of Man. Deep in your nature and mine lies just such a chaos of undifferentiated matter, of undeveloped possibilities. Psychology calls it the unconscious. It is a great lumber-room, stocked from our past history. Habits and propensities are there, for good and evil; memories, some easily recaptured, some tucked away in the background; unreasoning fears and antipathies; illogical associations, which link this past experience with that; primitive impulses, which shun the light, and seek to disguise themselves by a smoke-screen of reasoning; inherited aptitudes, sometimes quite unexpected. Out of this welter of conditions and tendencies the life of action is built up, yours and mine. And still, as at the dawn of creation, the Holy Spirit moves over those troubled waters, waiting to educe from them, with the cooperation of our wills, the entire life of the Christian. The moment you begin to speculate why you started humming such and such a tune at such and such a moment, or why you dreamt last night of a friend, long dead, who in your dream was alive, you catch some glimpse of the vast network of association there must be below the level of consciousness. Have you ever tried to eradicate sorrel from a garden path? Or even thistles? Those long ligaments which connect one patch of weeds with the next make a good image of what mental association must be like, if it could be unearthed to our view. Nowadays, there is so much novel-writing and so much art criticism which exploits the findings of the psychoanalysts that we are, if it is not too paradoxical to put it in that way, perpetually unconscious-conscious. We are forever turning in upon ourselves, and scrutinizing the hidden sources of our own conduct. What I want to suggest, in giving you a meditation about the action of the Holy Spirit on our lives, is that there is a further, rather interesting parallel between the chaos out of which the world was formed and the chaos with underlies consciousness. In the seventeenth and eighteenth centuries, when the discoveries of the scientists, and of Newton in particular, had dominated men’s minds with the notion of order and mechanical sequence in the world of nature around us, the thought of the day became infected with the tendency which we remember under the name of Deism. Philosophers who believed, sincerely enough, that the existence of the universe could only be attributed to a creator, restricted his role to that of a creator and let it stop there. He had made (these people told us) a piece of mechanism so flawless in its construction that it could roll on its course by means of some self-regulating principle without any further interference. How they managed to remain satisfied with such a naïf doctrine, it is difficult to see. Nobody who contemplates Michael Angelo’s picture of the creation of Adam can fail to be impressed by the gesture of the outstretched arm, which seems to suggest that Adam is just letting go; how far, we wonder, and in what sense was it possible to let go? But I am not concerned to discuss the difficulties of the theory, held by people who were Christians after a fashion, which left no room for the divine conservation, left no room for miracles or the intrusion of the supernatural; which regarded the whole of creation as a mere fait accompli, set in a mould. And, if you come to think about it, that is exactly the danger which the new psychology has for you and me. It tends to make us think of ourselves as set in a mould, certain to react in this or that fashion to this or that stimulus, because that is the way we are built. Or rather, that is the way we have got warped, by the impressions we get in extreme youth, long before we’ve attained the use of reason. The first seven years of our lives are like the seven days of creation, the only really formative period; after that, nothing will make any difference – except perhaps going to a psychoanalyst. Oh, we go on fighting against our temptations, but with the feeling that the dice are loaded against us; we are obeying the call of something so deep down in us that we can’t get at it – that is the frame of mind we find ourselves in, when we have been coming across this modern talk about psychology. If you want to get a complete reversal of the eighteenth-century Deist approach, you have to go back to the Middle Ages. How splendidly the medieval people took everything in their stride! To them, the constant stir and motion in the world around them was the work of the Holy Spirit – the rustling, as it were, of his passage; that “the spirit of the Lord fills the whole world” was as clear to them as to the author of the Book of Wisdom. So it was that Adam of St. Victor wrote, in his hymn Qui procedis ab utroque: “Love, that equally enchainest Son and Father, Love that reignest Equally, of both the peer, All things fillest, all things lovest, Planets guidest, heaven movest, Yet unmoved dost persevere.” They, no less than the men of the eighteenth century, were impressed by the movements of the celestial bodies, but to them it was something alive, not something mechanical. Well, I suppose they were naïf about their science, just as the men of a later age were naïf about their philosophy. But I always feel that we have lost something, we modern Catholics, something of that splendid boldness with which the medieval treated all experience as one. We think of the Holy Spirit, don’t we, as concerned with us men, as helping us in our decisions, as quickening us with more fervor of devotion; we do not feel the draught of his impetuous movement in the world around us. We are all so scientific. Well, be that as it may, we have got to believe, on pain of heresy, that the Holy Spirit does interfere, all the time, in your life and mine; that his influence plays over us, like the steady breeze which fills the sails of a boat, or like the sudden gusts which send the autumn leaves spinning in the air. At least, I don’t know that that is really a very good comparison. Because the wind catches the surface of things; when it is blustering on the hill-tops you may be sheltered from it in the valley. Whereas it is a plain fact of experience that the operations of the Holy Spirit do not manifest themselves on the surface; they take effect within. They belong to that hidden self of which we have been speaking, the self that lies below the level of consciousness. Below? Perhaps above; but at least beyond the range of our knowing. When you stand in the face of some important decision, when (for example) you are electing your state of life, you naturally invoke the aid of the Holy Spirit. But, having done that, you proceed to make up your mind exactly as you would have made it up in any case; by weighing arguments, by taking human advice, and so on. You do not expect a sudden illumination from heaven to break in upon your calculations. Even on those rare occasions when a salutary thought strikes you quite out of the blue, with no previous train of thought to account for it, you say, perhaps, “It was an inspiration”; but then you reflect, “How can I be certain of that? How do I know what hidden association of past memories may have set my brain working in that way? Perhaps it wasn’t an inspiration after all.” But it was; there’s nothing to prevent the Holy Spirit using some association of past memories in your brain cells to produce the effect he wanted. The breath of God stirred over the turbid waters of your unconscious self, and said, “Let there be light.” What I’m trying to suggest is that most of us have a rather limited view about the help we expect to receive from the Holy Spirit. Our devotion to him is real, but it is something that we keep for special occasions; moments of vital decision, or acute spiritual crisis. It is so easy to think of yourself as a boat propelled by machinery, which can get along all right most of the time by its own power – it’s only when the engine breaks down that you bother to hoist the sails. When I used to teach at Old Hall you would get summoned, now and again, to some meeting of professors to discuss College business; and you put your pipe in your pocket on the chance; but if the meeting began with Veni Creator Spiritus you knew that you might just as well have left it behind. I don’t want to criticize my old college, but it did and does seem to me that there’s a slight tinge of Jansenism about the idea that if you light a pipe the Holy Spirit ceases to take any further interest in your deliberations. We forget, you see, how constant and how intimate is the play of his influence on our lives. But why should we? We’ve lost, no doubt, the medieval trick of tracing it in the movements of the heavens, but surely we ought to trace it in the mysterious movements of our own minds, stirring over that primeval chaos which underlies the cosmos of our daily thoughts? It isn’t true, and of course it can’t be true, that only the impressions of early childhood have the power to mould a man’s character. On the contrary, we are building it up all the time; from hour to hour the complicated tapestry of our lives is being woven out of fresh material. We are accustomed to remember that, when it is a question of the will making some conscious decision – consenting, for example, to sin. Every sin, the spiritual authors hasten to assure us, diminishes in some tiny degree our capacity to resist the next temptation. But, you see, it isn’t only our moral choices or even our conscious thoughts that have this power to affect us; all the time we are taking in something from our surroundings. Just as our bodies are exposed, day by day, to a hundred dangers which we cannot see, so our minds can be influenced by things which don’t seem to matter; sights and sounds that were hardly registered, impressions which at the time had no moral significance, no taint of sin and no relish of salvation in them, can leave their mark ever so slightly, and help to make us, for better or worse, the people we are. I’m not saying this to frighten anybody or make anybody scrupulous; I’m only trying to point out that when you and I invoke the Holy Spirit we are not just inviting him to be there in case of accidents. We are recognizing that there is a whole world of minute mental happenings which, but for his watchful care, may turn to poison for us. We are asking him to guide us, not only in the momentous choices which seem to us important, but in every tiny decision of our wills, because the effects, even of such a decision, may have results beyond our knowing. One has heard of sectaries who would not even cross the street without asking for guidance; we may laugh at their scruples, but we have to admit that they are distortions of a true principle. Don’t let us be content, then, to ask the aid of the Holy Spirit in getting the better of our temptations; let us ask him also to do something about this background of sinfulness from which our temptations arise, this chaos of hidden, conflicting tendencies within us which is, which has become, our nature. There is a work of cleansing and of mending to be done in us at a level which escapes our observation altogether. That haunting list in the fourth verse of Veni, Sancte Spiritus is not a list of sins; it is a list, drawn up under various images, of those faults in our nature which are the context of our sinning. Lava quod est sordidum, wash clean what is sordid. What is filthy, if you will; but in our speech that metaphor has a narrow compass; defilement conjures up in our minds the picture of sensual temptations. It is natural that it should be so; dirt is only displaced matter, and those sins in which sex plays a part are only the abuse of a noble thing in our nature. But in the language of the New Testament the word “defiled” has a more general meaning; when St. James, for example, tells us to cast aside all defilement, and all the ill-will that remains in us, he seems to be thinking of that mean streak in our natures which rejoices in taking unfair advantage of an enemy. What is sordid in us is what we ourselves would be ashamed of if it came to light. When you are moved by jealousy to detract from the praises of some rival, that is sordid. When you grudge somebody the help he might expect of you, just because he is a bore and uncongenial to you, that is sordid. Not only from the rebellion of sensual desires, which makes itself clearly felt, but from the meanness which hides itself away under so many cunning disguises, we ask to be delivered when we pray Lava quod est sordidum. Riga quod est aridum, water the parched soil. When we say that, we are not thinking only of disabilities which arise from our own fault. There is, as we all know, a dryness in prayer which belongs to a different category. Commonly – I think you can say, most commonly – it is not the result of sin or a punishment of sin, but a discipline which God sends us by way of testing the quality of our love for him. And if we ask the Holy Spirit to lighten that discipline for us, it is only from a salutary fear that we shall not be able to stand the test. But there is a dryness in our human contacts which is a defect in us, and often a defect which grows in us. A kind of selfishness cuts us off from our fellow-men; we can’t summon up the effort to make friends of people. From this ingrowing selfishness, our fault only in part, we ask that we may be delivered. Sana quod est saucium, cure what is wounded in us. There we find ourselves talking the language of psychology. Our traumas; the irrational antipathies, the unaccountable phobias which seem to mark us out from our fellow men – they have become part of our nature, and we can do nothing about them. We can do nothing about them, and therefore we ask the Holy Spirit to heal us, if he will, of these forgotten wounds which so hamper our activity. Flecte quod est rigidum, bend what is stiff in us. That difficulty of approach which our neighbors find in us, so largely due to mere shyness, mere awkwardness; that unsympathetic attitude towards the failings which we don’t evidently share; that self-withdrawal which isn’t quite pride but is next-door-neighbor to it – we want to be rid of that too. Fove quod est frigidum – chafe what is numb. Sometimes a kind of torpor creeps over the mind, like the chill of old age, deadening (or so it seems) the faculties of the spirit; our zeal for souls, our hope of salvation, even faith itself, haven’t been lost, but it’s as if they had been sealed off, like a finger or a foot rendered insensible by frost. What is the explanation of it, where lies the fault in it, and how grave, we cannot tell; but oh, if it could be chafed back to life! Rege quod est devium – straighten out what is warped. What a curious thing it is, the cross-grainedness, the contrariness of some people; how a man can so want to be different from his fellows that he differs for the sake of differing; enjoys the martyrdom of intellectual loneliness; delights in shocking the prejudices of his neighbors. Oh, it is harmless enough on a small scale, and often amusing; but it is a dangerous kink, not always far removed from pride. If the Holy Spirit would iron out those exaggerated eccentricities, bring us back again to the true! “The Spirit,” says St. Paul, “comes to the aid of our weakness; when we do not know what prayer to offer, to pray as we ought, the Spirit himself intercedes for us, with groans beyond all utterance.” Down in the depths of our fallen nature he is at work, reinterpreting us to ourselves, subtly fashioning us, according the measure of the perfect man in Christ – without our knowledge, but not, perhaps, without our asking for it.
Ronald Knox Excerpted from ‘The Layman and His Conscience’

Sunday, June 4, 2017

Pentecost

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Masses for this wonderful Feast and birthday of the Church are as follows:

Sacred Heart, Broughton Hall, Skipton  11.00 a.m. (missa cantata)
St. Joseph's, Pakington Street, Bradford  12.30 p.m.