:: St. Stephen's Musings ::

:: Wednesday, October 29, 2003 ::

A Fragrant Temple

From Ode Eight of the Supplicatory Canon to One's Guardian Angel:

"Though my heart is the temple of Christ, yet because of the passions I have made it a lodging for noetic swine. O my soul's helper, strengthen me to cleanse it, cense, and sprinkle it with the perfumes and myrrh of prayers and purity, that it might again become a fragrant temple of Christ."

There is nothing quite like the beauty and poignancy of the Church's hymnody.

:: Karl :: 9:38:00 AM [Link] ::