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‘Lord, show us the Father, and we will be satisfied.’ Sunday Reflections, 5th Sunday of Easter, Year A

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Apostle St Philip El Greco [Web Gallery of Art]
Philip said to him, ‘Lord, show us the Father, and we will be satisfied.' (John 14:8).

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GospelJohn 14:1-12 (New Revised Standard Version, Anglicised Catholic Edition, Canada)
Jesus said to his disciples: ‘Do not let your hearts be troubled. Believe[a] in God, believe also in me. In my Father’s house there are many dwelling-places. If it were not so, would I have told you that I go to prepare a place for you?And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again and will take you to myself, so that where I am, there you may be also. And you know the way to the place where I am going.’Thomas said to him, ‘Lord, we do not know where you are going. How can we know the way?’ Jesus said to him, ‘I am the way, and the truth, and the life. No one comes to the Father exc…

'Oh blessed body! Whither art thou thrown?' Holy Saturday

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The Descent from the Cross Rembrandt [Web Gallery of Art]
Concluding Prayer from Morning Prayer
Almighty, ever-living God, whose Only-begotten Son descended to the realm of the dead, and rose from there to glory, grant that your faithful people, who were buried with him in baptism, may, by his resurrection, obtain eternal life. We make our prayer through our Lord Jesus Christ, who lives with you in the unity of the Holy Spirit, one God for ever and ever.

The Entombment of Christ Rembrandt [Web Gallery of Art]

Sepulchre by George Herbert
Oh blessed body! Whither art thou thrown?
No lodging for thee, but a cold hard stone?
So many hearts on earth, and yet not one
Receive thee?

Sure there is room within our hearts good store;
For they can lodge transgressions by the score:
Thousands of toys dwell there, yet out of door
They leave thee.

But that which shows them large, shows them unfit.
Whatever sin did this pure rock commit,