On bended knee. . .

I have often written her appreciatively of the writing Anthony Esolen and he has not disappointed me once again.  Writing of the callous way we deal with the sacred and holy, how we trivialize what is awe-full, and how we create environments that betray their purpose, I can only suggest that you read what he wrote...  it is good stuff!

You can read him here:  Liturgy:  On Bended Knee. 

Okay, if you can't wait, let me reprint a paragraph or two to whet your appetite. . .

“Unless you accept the kingdom of God as a little child,” says Jesus, “you shall not enter.” The lintel to that kingdom is low. We must be emptied of ourselves to be filled with God.

The language of our bodies is not wholly arbitrary. We cannot say, “We’ll stand on one foot and hold a forefinger to the nose, and that will signify that we long for the fragrance of grace.” No one will understand that. We ourselves will not believe it. We cannot say, “We will adore God by slouching in the pew, arms and legs spread-eagled.” It can’t work.

We cannot say, “We will emphasize the holiness of the Eucharist we are about to receive, by milling about the aisles to pass small talk with friends.” Our bodies will contradict our purported intention. The “emphasis” will be at best notional. We will not feel it in our pulses.

READ it. . .