WEDNESDAY 1 APRIL 2015 – SUNDAY 5 APRIL 2015
From
Darkness into Light
An Artistic Pilgrimage through Holy Week
Christ Crowned with Thorns, Jacopo Bassano
WEDNESDAY 1 APRIL
The Third Station of the Cross, Roy de Maestre
THURSDAY 2 APRIL
Crucifixion with St John and St Mary Magdalen, Marcello Venusti
FRIDAY 3 APRIL
Jacopo Bassano,
Christ Crowned with
Thorns at Christ
Church Picture Gallery
Roy De Maestre,
Instruments of
the Passion at
Campion Hall
Marcello Venusti,
The Crucifixion
at the Ashmolean
Museum
A talk by
The Very Revd Professor
Martyn Percy (Dean of
Christ Church) and Jacqueline
Thalmann (Curator of the Picture
Gallery) at 4 PM
A talk by
Revd Dr James Hanvey, SJ
(Master of Campion Hall)
at 4 PM
A talk by
Revd Professor
Michael F. Suarez, S.J.
Professor of English, University
of Virginia at 11 AM
Christ Church, Oxford OX1 1DP
Brewer Street,
Oxford OX1 1QS
Beaumont Street,
Oxford OX1 2PH
(entrance via Canterbury Gate, off Oriel Square)
SATURDAY 4 APRIL
SUNDAY 5 APRIL
Silent Saturday,
Vigil at the Catholic
Chaplaincy
William Holman
Hunt, The Light of the
World at Keble College
at 4 PM
A talk by
Revd Professor T Frank
Kennedy, SJ at 4 PM
Rose Place, Oxford OX1 1RD
The Cross
Parks Road, Oxford OX1 3PG
FOR GOOD FRIDAY
What is this strange and uncouth thing?
To make me sigh, and seek, and faint, and die,
Until I had some place, where I might sing,
And serve thee, and not only I,
But all my wealth, and family might combine
To set thy honour up, as our design.
FIFTH POINT. This is to consider how the divinity
hides itself; for example, it could destroy its
enemies and does not do so, but leaves the most
sacred humanity to suffer so cruelly.
FOR EASTER SUNDAY
Lead, kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom, Lead Thou me on! The night is dark, and I am far from home—
Lead Thou me on! Keep Thou my feet; I do not ask to see The distant scene—one step enough for me.
I was not ever thus, nor prayed that Thou Shouldst lead me on. I loved to choose and see my path; but now, Lead Thou me on! I loved the garish day, and, spite of fears, Pride ruled my will: remember not past years.
So long Thy power hath blessed me, sure it still Will lead me on, O’er moor and fen, o’er crag and torrent, till The night is gone; And with the morn those angel faces smile Which I have loved long since, and lost awhile.
Besides, things sort not to my will,
Ev’n when my will doth study thy renown:
Thou turnest th’ edge of all things on me still,
Taking me up to throw me down:
So that, ev’n when my hopes seem to be sped,
I am to grief alive, to them as dead.
George Herbert
FOURTH POINT. This will be to consider what
Christ our Lord suffers in His human nature, or
according to the passage contemplated, what he
desires to suffer. Then I will begin with great effort
to strive to grieve, be sad, and weep. In this way I
will labour through all the points that follow.
Lead Kindly Light
One ague dwelleth in my bones,
Another in my soul (the memory
What I would do for thee, if once my groans
Could be allowed for harmony):
I am in all a weak disabled thing,
Save in the sight thereof, where strength doth sting.
Ah my dear Father, ease my smart!
These contrarieties crush me: these cross actions
Do wind a rope about, and cut my heart:
And yet since these thy contradictions
Are properly a cross felt by thy Son,
With but four words, my words, Thy will be done.
FOR GOOD FRIDAY
SIXTH POINT. This is to consider that Christ
suffers all this for my sins, and what I ought to do
and suffer for Him.
And then when after much delay,
Much wrestling, many a combat, this dear end,
So much desired, is giv’n, to take away
My power to serve thee; to unbend
All my abilities, my designs confound,
And lay my threat’nings bleeding on the ground.
To have my aim, and yet to be
Farther from it than when I bent my bow;
To make my hopes my torture, and the fee
Of all my woes another woe,
Is in the midst of delicates to need,
And ev’n in Paradise to be a weed.
From the Spiritual
Exercises of
St Ignatius
Blessed John Henry Cardinal Newman
The Light of the World, William Holman Hunt
Anima Christi
FOR GOOD FRIDAY
Soul of Christ, sanctify me Body of Christ, save me Blood of Christ, inebriate me Water from Christ’s side, wash me Passion of Christ, strengthen me O good Jesus, hear me Within Thy wounds hide me Suffer me not to be separated from Thee From the malicious enemy defend me In the hour of my death call me And bid me come unto Thee That I may praise Thee with Thy saints and with Thy angels Forever and ever Amen The Dawning
FOR EASTER SUNDAY
Awake, sad heart, whom sorrow ever drowns;
Take up thine eyes, which feed on earth;
Unfold thy forehead, gathered into frowns:
Thy Saviour comes, and with Him mirth:
Awake, awake:
And with a thankful heart His comforts take.
But thou dost still lament, and pine, and cry;
And feel His death, but not His victory.
Arise sad heart; if thou dost not withstand,
Christ’s resurrection thine may be;
Do not by hanging down break from the hand,
Which, as it riseth, raiseth thee:
Arise, Arise;
And with His burial linen dry thine eyes.
Christ left His grave-clothes, that we might,
when grief
Draws tears or blood, not want an handkerchief.
Spiritual Exercises of Ignatius Loyola
George Herbert
These discussions aim to be informative as well as reflective and the Cathedral and Chapels in
Campion Hall and Keble College will be open for further personal reflections after the talks.
The Veil of Veronica, Roy de Maestre