O salutaris Hostia,
Quae caeli pandis ostium:
Bella premunt hostilia,
Da robur, fer auxilium.
Uni trinoque Domino
Sit sempiterna gloria,
Qui vitam sine termino
Nobis donet in patria.
Our Lady standing under the Cross from the feast of Our Lady of Sorrows in September
Friday in Passiontide is dedicated to remembering the suffering endured by our Blessed Mother for our Redemption. Concerning her role in Redemption, Dom Gueranger writes,
Strengthen in our minds, we beseech Thee, O Lord, the mysteries of the true faith; that we who confess Him who was conceived of a Virgin to be true God and man, may deserve by the power of His saving resurrection to attain to eternal happiness.
"Hail, holy Joseph, hail! Chaste spouse of Mary, hail!" begins a well-loved devotional hymn, one of the hymns we sing in honor of St. Joseph on his feasts and on Wednesdays throughout the year. Today is one of great conventual joy. The silence and austerity of Lenten disciplines give way to the celebration of the Solemnity. Even the bright flowers on the altar proclaim the Church's veneration of so great a saint.
St. Joseph, Spouse of the Mother of God and Foster Father of Jesus, is our father in a special way. To him we confide our temporal wants, to him we confide our vocations, to him do we go when in need spiritually or temporally. Each year, we pray a novena leading up to his feastday, thanking him for his care of our Community and entrusting to him our petitions.
A MEMBER of the "24 Club", St. Gabriel of Our Lady of Sorrows is a special inspiration to the young, students, clerics, and novices whose patron he is. In his short life, he rose heroically from an average, even worldly, life to one of great perfection, as is exhibited by the resolutions which guided his brief religious life.
"See that you despise not one of these little ones: for I say to you, that their angels in heaven always see the face of my Father who is in heaven." Mt. 18:10
"The flowers have appeared in our land, the time of pruning has come, the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land. Arise, my love, my beautiful one, and come: my dove in the clefts of the rock, in the hollow places of the wall." (Gradual).