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Holy Name of Jesus

I have to admit, swearing doesn't bother me all that much.   I do think, as my 5th grade teacher, Mr. Lee, told us, that foul language is the sign of a poor vocabulary and a small mind, but in the scheme of things, it doesn't get me too riled.

I HATE when I hear God's name, the name of Christ, or any version thereof, used in vain.  It makes my ears bleed.

There was a charming older gentleman at our parish, who has now passed away, that kept the lovely tradition of bowing his head at the mention of the name of Jesus.  I confess I am not that reverent, but I always admired the man for it.

In the Orthodox monastic tradition, they have the "Jesus Prayer", which they attempt to ceaselessly pray:


The Jesus Prayer is the traditional practice of ceaseless prayer in the Christian tradition. The standard formula of the Jesus Prayer reads: “Lord Jesus Christ, Son of God, have mercy on me.” In practice, a variety of forms can be used. For example, the designation “a sinner” may be added to the ending: “have mercy on me, a sinner.” Likewise, the invocation “have mercy on me” may be expressed in the plural, that is, “have mercy on us.” Some omit the title “Son of God.” Or the prayer can be simply shortened to the following invocation: “Lord Jesus, have mercy.” The shortest form is simply “Jesus.”

Today is a good day to have the name of Jesus on our lips in love, in prayer and in homage.

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  1. All the priests at Our Lady of Walsingham Anglican Ordinariate Church (Houston) bow at the mention of Jesus as well as a few parishioners during Mass.

    Let's change the culture and bring this back rather than let the culture change us.

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  2. Love this prayer - so simple! Great idea for a post; I love that you included the charming story of the old man at your parish! How sweet! :o)

    Jamie
    For Love of Cupcakes

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