Holy Thursday and 8th Klonopin Day

I used the same Blog title over at Typepad. The truth is both items have to merge in me today without seams The very holiness of Holy Thursday is such that all believing Christians should turn their minds to the meaning of this day, and nothing else. Of course, that isn't going to happen.

I can though, because as I adjust to Klonopin, I understand that the silent still parts of my soul are indeed still here, and still receptive to the divine. Noise covered those parts for decades, but now the Klonopin has removed the noise, and I am able to sense them again.

I urge you to read this page of Lamentations. It is said during the morning office, sometimes in parishes later int he day, but it is always used on this day. You will notice that I chose the Contemporary English Version, because it is more pointed for us. I find desolation the verses.

On Breviary.net these repsonses follow verses 1-5

R. On the mount of Olives he prayed to the Father : Father, if it be possible, let this cup pass from me : * The spirit indeed is willing, but the flesh is weak.
V. Watch and pray, that ye enter not into temptation.
R. The spirit indeed is willing, but the flesh is weak.

Verses 6-9 are followed by these.

R. My soul is exceeding sorrowful, even unto death ; tarry ye here, and watch with me : yet a little while and ye shall see the great multitude close me in : * And ye shall flee, but I shall go hence to be sacrificed for you.
V. Behold, the hour is at hand, and the Son of Man is betrayed into the hands of sinners.
R. And ye shall flee, but I shall go hence to be sacrificed for you.

Now we come to the final phase, verses 10-14

R. Behold when we shall see him, he hath no form nor comeliness : there is no beauty in him ; this is he which hath borne our griefs and carried away our sorrows ; but he was wounded for our transgressions, * And with his stripes we are healed.
V. Surely he hath borne our griefs and carried our sorrows.
R. And with his stripes we are healed.
R. Behold when we shall see him, he hath no form nor comeliness : there is no beauty in him ; this is he which hath borne our griefs and carried away our sorrows ; but he was wounded for our transgressions, * And with his stripes we are healed.

I offer these reponsories for those who may not encounter them today, or ever. The are guides to further meditation. Let us use them as such.