Knowledge brings the desire for purification from sin, original or
actual; and now the Church, the symbol of the soul, must be purified.
The Bishop mingles wine with water, to denote the Humanity and the
Divinity of Christ; to these he adds ashes to commemorate His death,
and salt as an emblem of His resurrection; the mystic flood is poured
in waves over the Altar, and thence all down the pavement of the
Church, while hundreds of acolytes scale the ladders placed against
the walls and the mystic liquid runs down them in glistening sheets to
mingle with the mimic ripples on the floor. Let it run. When it has
drained away, the holy oil flows golden and fragrant over the carved
and gleaming walls, and pious hands are applying it to the exterior of
the building—sometimes even to its roof—in copious floods. Now indeed
the Church is ready for its destiny, even as the Christian emerges from
Baptism ready for his God. The chants swell louder and sweeter, the
Alleluia rings out triumphantly from a thousand hearts, the incense
sends up its first perfumed spirals to hang among the fretted arches of
the deep vault; the sub-deacons approach the Pontiff and offer for his
blessing the rich vessels and vestments which are the wedding presents
of the Faithful to the new-born Bride of Christ—the House is ready for
the Master and His guests.
The guests are waiting still in the exiles’ tent, with Knights
and Prelates for their Guard of Honour. Such nobility could not be
entertained save in a spotless mansion. Their names? Oh, they had
many—Greek and Latin and Persian and Armenian—besides the “wonderful
new names” that had been given them in Heaven, for these guests were
Holy Martyrs, and their relics were to be placed in the stone of
the High Altar, because the Holy Sacrifice of the Mass must always
be offered on them to-day, even as when the fervent yet trembling
Christian knelt before their tombs in the Catacombs, and the doomed
Priest asked the Lord to accept the Sacrifice in honour of those whom
perhaps he had laid there an hour before.
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