Friday, August 31, 2012

A Blessed Labor Day Weekend to All

Friday greetings to you, the dedicated followers of Gotta Sing Gotta Pray.

My apologies for not having posted the usual "New Translation Tuesday" and "New Translation Thursday" entries. I think I needed a week off of the new translation!



I am headed to Niagara Falls and Toronto for the weekend with some members of my family who live in New England. I am anxious to go to Mass on Sunday to see how the new translation is being celebrated by our Canadian brothers and sisters. Suggestions from any Toronto-ites (?) who follow this blog as to where to go to Mass in the city of Toronto on Sunday would be most appreciated.



I hope you have a restful weekend.

Gotta sing. Gotta pray.

Wednesday, August 29, 2012

Singing Generations

Wednesday greetings from Chicago. My prayers go out to our brothers and sisters being affected today by Hurricane Isaac.

I attended a session at my parish, Saint James, last night. I am part of a planning group assigned with the task of drafting a new mission statement for our parish. It was fascinating to hear some of the more seasoned parishioners talk about the deep historical roots of our parish.

It got me thinking about my own personal musical historic roots. Several years ago, my Dad gave me a photograph. Here are some photos I took of that photo last night:


This is a photo of a choir picnic held at Oak Bluffs on Martha's Vineyard in Massachusetts.



The caption reads "St. Anthony's Choir Oak Bluffs July 21st 1929".

My paternal grandparents were in the choir; they actually met at Sunday Evening Vespers at Saint Anthony's in New Bedford, Massachusetts. Sunday Vespers, I am told, was always followed by a Whist party. Whist is a card-game akin to Bridge. My family still plays Whist at pretty much every family gathering; it's a high point on Thanksgiving and Christmas. My parents, my sister, and I played it nearly every Sunday night when we were teenagers.

At any rate, my grandparents were married shortly after this photo was taken. Here's a closer view of my "Memere" and "Pepere."



My grandfather is in the center of the back row; he's wearing round-lensed glasses. To his left (our right) is my grandmother. This photo was taken three months to the day before the stock market crash of 1929.

What is perhaps more remarkable about this photograph is the fact that another of my ancestors is pictured here as well.


Right in the center of this portion of the photograph sits a woman in a v-neck white dress. She is my great-grandmother, Sophie. I knew her in the 1960's and 1970's, when she had snow-white hair. She was one of the sweetest people I ever knew. She used to visit and sit in the rocking chair and pray her rosary, her face serene.

So, apparently my great-grandmother, my grandfather, and my grandmother all sang in the choir at Saint Anthony's Parish in New Bedford, Massachusetts in the 1920's. And that was the parish at which I was baptized.

So, today is a "get back to your roots" day for yours truly.

I hope you enjoyed this little trip through time with me.

Gotta sing. Gotta pray.

Monday, August 27, 2012

A Miracle on 29th and Wabash

Monday morning greetings from Chicago. What a weekend! On Saturday, I presented a keynote and two workshops to a group of about 80 initiation ministers in the Archdiocese of Cincinnati. The day went well; I find myself so energized by the people who do the work of welcoming new members into the church.

I returned to Chicago on Saturday evening. Yesterday morning, a colleague and I rode the "Four Star Bike Tour," a 35 mile trek through the city of Chicago and some of the closer suburbs. I did make it home in time to freshen up and grab a cab to my parish, Saint James. For those who read this blog regularly, you know the affection that I have for Saint James, the place that nurtures me week after week in so many ways.

Well, yesterday, between the 9:30 and 11:30 Masses, we held a "town meeting." Cardinal Francis George, our archbishop, facilitated the meeting. Our church hall, our "worship space," was packed with parishioners.


I got into the hall a little late (my cab driver actually blocked the entrance to the parking lot, effectively blocking the car carrying the Cardinal!) When the Cardinal did arrive, parishioners rose to their feet and offered him a sustained round of applause. As you probably know, Cardinal George recently learned of a return of cancer. It was a very touching moment as he stood before us; I could just feel the support and prayers for him as our community stood and applauded.



Well, I must say that what happened next was one of the most amazing and powerful moments in my Catholic life. We all sat there kind of stunned as the officials of the Archdiocese unfolded the plans for a new church for Saint James parish. There were pleminary drawings of the new site for our church (just a block or two away, but in a very busy and visible area, right on Michigan Avenue). When the Cardinal spoke, he told us of his early memories of "Old Saint James," a historic and important church and parish throughout the history of the Archdiocese. Cardinal George is a native Chicagoan. He told us that this area of the city needs to be served by the Archdiocese and Saint James will be the parish to continue to do so.

I think we were all in a state of shock; many of us thought that perhaps this meeting was to signal the end of our parish, or the merging of our parish, or something akin to it. The Cardinal entertained questions. The first person to come forward, a Christian Brother who has lived in the neighborhood for years, summed up the feelings of most of us in the building when he stood and thanked the Cardinal and the "powers that be" in the Archdiocese, for having faith and confidence in the parishioners of Saint James and in making the decision to give us a future. At that point, the place erupted in cheers and applause. I sat there clapping and weeping. An amazing feeling of being cared for by our shepherd came over me. I thought of the tens of thousands who had been parishioners at Saint James for over 150 years. I thought of those interned in the Civil War prison camp that abutted our parish in the 19th Century who were baptized while they were in prison, baptized by the priests of Saint James in its early years. I thought about the women who brought baskets of food to those prisoners of war. I thought about the fire that nearly consumed the church in the early 1970's and how, despite the fact that the then Cardinal (Cody) examined the property, looked around at the neighborhood and is reported to have said, "Just tear it down," the parishioners, mostly African-American, worked tirelessly to raise the funds necessary to move back into the church several years later. I thought of the (on average) 1700 families that are served by our food pantry every month. I thought of the women and men who faithfully visit and bring Holy Communion to those who have been forgotten or "thrown away" in the nursing homes on the near South Side. I thought about the way that our parish welcomes people. I thought about how we raise our voices in prayer and song week in and week out. I thought about how, despite the fact that the loud subway trains roar past our building (the elevated tracks are only a few feet beyond our buildings), our worship is prayerful and beautiful.

During a time when there is so much depressing news for the Church, yesterday was a real good news moment. I am still stunned by it all. I know that there is quite a bit of work ahead of us. Lots of planning and lots of fundraising need to occur.



I couldn't help but think of what a day of irony it was for our shepherd, Cardinal George. He spoke to us from the heart, telling us that his future is uncertain, given the recent medical diagnosis. For three years now, the parishioners of Saint James have felt that our future as a parish is uncertain. And here stood the man, facing perhaps the last days of his life, telling us that our parish is being given a future of many, many years.

Please, please join me in praying for Cardinal George. And, if you have moment today, please say a prayer of thanksgiving to God for what seems like a miracle for Saint James Parish.

Gotta sing. Gotta pray. 

Friday, August 24, 2012

Apprenticed to Christ

Happy Friday.

Thanks for the comments yesterday and let's get some more!

I am leaving in a few hours for the Archdiocese of Cincinnati where tomorrow I will present a keynote and two workshops for their Archdiocesan RCIA Team Formation Day. The focus of the day is the model and method of apprenticeship, espoused by the Second Vatican Council as the foundation for the catechumenate. Did you know that I wrote a book about this?

Apprenticed to Christ is a resource to help RCIA and other Christian formation ministers in their ministry of initiation and formation. Take a look and examine the sample pages.



Have a wonderful weekend.

Gotta sing. Gotta pray.

Thursday, August 23, 2012

New Translation Thursday: How Is It Going?

Greetings to all on this "New Translation Thursday."



Last night's WLP outing was absolutely wonderful; truly a "good time was had by all." I am so proud of the work that the staff here does for you each and every day. Being able to let our hair down at an outdoor concert was really lots of fun.

This week, the annual Vocations Seminar was held by the Vocations Awareness Division of the J. S. Paluch Company, of which WLP is the liturgy and music division. This was the 25th year of the seminar, which brings together leaders in vocation ministry from the USCCB, from religious orders, from dioceses in the United States and Canada, and organizations whose primary focus is the cultivation of vocations to the priesthood and consecrated life.

Yesterday morning I was privileged to be part of a small choir that sang at the group's morning Mass. I would say that this is the first time in y experience that there were absolutely no hesitations/wrong words with respect to any of the responses at Mass. People responded with the newly translated texts wholeheartedly. My own parish experience, and my experience elsewhere, shows me that this is not entirely the case everywhere, but we are slowly getting there.

Why not let other followers of Gotta Sing Gotta Pray know what your experience is? Do you still have people stumbling over the words at Mass? Have you noticed any more improvement recently?

Inquiring minds want to know!

Gotta sing. Gotta pray.

Wednesday, August 22, 2012

Hard Hats, Doobies, Boz, and Steely

Wednesday greetings on a picture perfect day here in Chicago. Many on the WLP staff are off to our annual outing this evening. This year we are going to Ravinia, an outdoor music venue here in the Chicago area.



The concert is "The Dukes of September Rhythm Revue," featuring Donald Fagen (of Steely Dan fame), Michael McDonald (of the Doobie Brothers), and Boz Scaggs. Should be a great night of food, fun, and musical memories.

Speaking of fun, yesterday, the managers here at WLP and I spent time in our warehouse examining some of our inventory. Our warehouse is a designated "hard hat" zone. Thuoght you might like to see us in our capacity as warehouse workers for a day.





Pictured here (from left to right) are production manager Deb Johnston, customer care manager Jude Woods, marketing manager Jennifer Odegard, editorial director Mary Beth Kunde-Anderson, yours truly, and Pedro Delgado, our shipping manager. Aren't we quite the group!

We are looking forward to a great evening tonight at Ravinia.

Gotta sing. Gotta pray.

Tuesday, August 21, 2012

New Translation Tuesday: Breathing and Phrasing: The Violin as Preparatory Instrument

"New Translation Tuesday" greetings.


On Sunday, I was struck by the collect. In my travels throughout the United States helping parishes and dioceses prepare for the advent of the new translation, it was this collect that I used as an example of a much better and more inspiring translation of the original Latin.

The former translation:
God our Father,
may we love you in all things and above all things
and reach the joy you have prepared for us
beyond all our imagining.
We ask this . . .

Lovely prayer.

New translation:
O God, who have prepared for those who love you
good things which no eye can see,
fill our hearts, we pray, with the warmth of your love,
so that, loving you in all things and above all things,
we may attain your promises,
which surpass every human desire.
Through our Lord Jesus Christ, your Son . . .

In my opinion, this new translation is much richer. It alludes to the New Testament text, "No eye has seen, nor ear heard . . ." And the cadence of the prayer is lovely: "so that, loving you in all things and above all things . . ." My pastor prayed this prayer beautifully on Sunday. As I heard it, I was drawn to think about heavenly realities, those promises that "surpass every human desire." For me, this is a winner of a text.

Now, for the flip side.



I spoke with a priest last night who has been ordained just shy of fifty years and has spent his life in service to the Church and to his fellow priests in a particular way. He lamented when he talked about the collect for the Assumption of the Blessed Virgin Mary in the new translation:

O God, who, looking on the lowliness of the Blessed Virgin Mary,
raised her to this grace,
that your Only Begotten Son was born of her according to the flesh
and that she was crowned this day with surpassing glory,
grant through her prayers,
that, saved by the mystery of your redemption,
we may merit to be exalted by you on high.
Through our Lord Jesus Christ, your Son . . .

He said that he struggled mightily with this prayer and, even though he prepared it, he still stumbled "at least three times" as he prayed it. He wondered if anyone in his congregation grasped the meaning when "sentence fragments were piled one on the other."

What I found remarkable in my conversation with this priest was what he told me about his own preparation for the new translation himself.

Apparently, he used to play the violin in his younger days. When he began to see the complexity of the new prayers, he decided to study the violin again. He did so, he said, so that he would better be able to breathe with the new texts. Just as he needed to learn once again to phrase and "breathe" with his violin playing, he needed to pray these newly translated prayers with a kind of breathing and phrasing that the former translation did not need as thoroughly as the new. I found this fascinating and so laudatory. Even though he has done this work so that he can better proclaim these texts, he still lamented over the inability to pray the Assumption collect well.

These two examples, Sunday and Assumption, show us how uneven some of these new translations can be in actual practice.

Gotta sing. Gotta pray.


Friday, August 17, 2012

The Roman Missal Personal Edition

Friday afternoon greetings from the WLP "home office" here in Franklin Park, Illinois.

We were quite excited this morning. When we first began our production of The Roman Missal, which has won three major awards (but you who read this blog already know that!), we decided that we were going to produce a hand-held personal edition of the Missal. We thought of people who study the liturgy, seminarians, armed forces chaplains who are deployed, priests, liturgy planning teams, liturgists, musicians, etc., who didn't necessarily need a chapel or ceremonial large and heavy edition. Well, our first copies of the WLP personal edition of The Roman Missal arrived this morning. It weighs in at 1.25 pounds and fits in the hand really well.


The cover design is the same as our value edition of the missal:



The interior pages contain the same content as our other editions of the missal, including black and red ink, our re-engraved chants, and the Vatican artwork (although it appears in this edition in black and white).

Thanks for listening to this WLP commercial.

And I hope you have a blessed weekend.

Gotta sing. Gotta pray.

Thursday, August 16, 2012

New Translation Thursday: "The Work of Our Hands"

"New Translation Thursday" has come around once again.

Many of you visit Fr. Anthony Ruff's blog Pray Tell regularly, as do I. Undoubtedly you have read Fr. Ron Raab's post concerning the new translation: "The new Roman Missal Among Those Surviving Poverty."

Fr. Raab was a keynote speaker at the recent national convention of the National Association of Pastoral Musicians. So many were moved by his words, which challenged us to see real connections between what we celebrate at the liturgy and the paschal mystery as it is played out in the world; not just our own little worlds, but in places where poverty, mental illness, homelessness, and hopelessness abound.

Fr. Raab has written two books that WLP publishes. He begins his book The Work of Our Hands: The Art of Christian Mission with a brief section entitled "Our Story," which begins with his own personal reflection, "his story," if you will:

I hear the gospel with a bruised heart. Our parish community is formed in the midst of people who live outside, who live among the briars of mental illness, who suffer the complexities of long-term addictions. The gospel of genuine service radically transforms my heart, my ideas, and my prayer. The bruises on my heart come from realizing we cannot shortcut people into sobriety or provide adequate housing or even offer sufficient medications. I rely on the healing power of the gospel proclaimed in the Eucharist not only for people who are jailed and naked, but also to heal my own life of prayerful searching. I not only hear the word of God, but I also proclaim it with the same bruised heart and often with tears in my eyes. The challenge- and hope-filled gospels give me courage to work diligently today for the lonely prisoner, the person with physical and emotional disabilities, the person in need of clothing and a cup of coffee.



This perspective, this "story" challenges me deeply. When I think of the service that my own parish provides to the poor and needy, I feel like we are rising, in a small way, to the challenge of relying "on the healing power of the gospel proclaimed in the Eucharist." I support my parish's efforts in whatever ways I can, but it always seems to me that my efforts fall short; there is always more to do.

I have volunteered at my parish to be a part of a working group that will draft a new mission statement for Saint James. The group is quite diverse. I have been a part of this kind of process several times in the past and it has always borne fruit. I am looking forward to discussions that center around the relationship between our liturgical life and our work for justice on Chicago's near South Side. I plan to re-read Ron Raab's book as a part of my own preparation for the parish work.

Please say a little prayer for Saint James.

Gotta sing. Gotta pray.

Tuesday, August 14, 2012

New Translation Tuesday: A Bit Disjointed

"New Translation Tuesday" greetings to all. I have been away for a few days, but "back in the saddle" once again.

Over the weekend, I went to Mass at a parish in suburban Detroit, Michigan. The pastor painstakingly pronounced the newly translated prayers. He had an unusual cadence to his speaking, so it sounded somewhat "sing-songy," for a lack of a better description. He paid very close attention to his pronunciation of the new texts, but when it came time for the conclusion of his proclamation of the Gospel, he ended it with "My friends, this is the Gospel of the Lord."

So it seemed a little disjointed to me.

His homily was brilliant. There were many teenagers among the families in attendance and I could tell he really had their attention as he told the story of Saint Lawence the Martyr. He certainly had my attention as I was reminded once again about Lawrence's presentation of the true gifts of the Church to the Roman emperor. If you haven't read the story in a while, search on line and be inspired!



Gotta sing. Gotta pray.

Thursday, August 9, 2012

New Translation Thursday: Studies?

"New Translation Thursday" greetings to all.



After the comments on Tuesday's post, I am wondering if, after a year or two of the new translation, the bishops have any plans to survey the clergy and laity of the United States about our real experience of this translation. Blog comments are obviously not scientific in any way. I will be very curious to see some real scientific data after a few years, and not just from studies in the United States, but in as many English-speaking countries as possible.

I am toying with the idea of doing a parish study at my own parish after one year of implementation. What are you hearing from the pews?

Gotta sing. Gotta pray.

Wednesday, August 8, 2012

Wonderful Piece of Music

Happy Wednesday.

A friend recommended a piece of music: Arturo Márquez - Danzón Number 2.



I am currently listening to a rendition on YouTube: Gustavo Dudamel conducts the Simon Bolivar Orchestra at the Proms Festival.

What a lovely piece of music! Take a listen and let me know what you think.

Gotta sing. Gotta pray.

Tuesday, August 7, 2012

New Translation Tuesday: "A Mess"

"New Translation Tuesday" greetings. A rather long post today, but please stick with it.



I received a letter yesterday:

Dear Jerry,
I read with interestand some alarmyour comments on The Roman Missal in the Intro to the current Seasonal Missalette.
You like it!
This is a priest who has offered Mass since 1956. When I first saw this Roman Missal, it forced me to check on the liturgy document from Vatican II.
I found that every norm for the promotion of good liturgy in Paragraphs 21-36 was laid aside and broken.
What we have is nigh a blasphemy to God and to His people. A mess.
The words which should lead to the Mystery have now become the mystery unto themselves, barring access to the Mystery.
And you find inspiration?
You and J.S. Paluch have taken a far tumble in my estimation.
Sorry, Buddy, but I disagree 100% with you!

P.S. It's a Trialnot any pleasureto read the Mass text.

These types of letters are certainly difficult to read. Here is a man, a priest for 56 years, who is echoing the sentiments of many, many priests I have spoken with since the advent of the new translation. I wanted to share with you what it was that I wrote in the Seasonal Missalette. I have been writing a short article that appears on the inside cover of our missal resources for about twelve years now. The article is entitled "Liturgical Reflections on the Season." Here is the text:

Liturgical Reflections on the Season
Jesus said to him in reply, “What do you want me to do for you?” The blind man replied to him, “Master, I want to see.” Jesus told him, “Go your way, your faith has saved you.” Immediately he received his sight and followed him on the way.

This short section is taken from the Gospel of Saint Mark proclaimed on October 28, the Thirtieth Sunday in Ordinary Time. As we continue with the implementation of the newly translated texts at Mass, we can make the words of the blind man our own, asking the Lord, “Master, I want to see.” We are not talking about sight in the physical sense; here we are talking about sight in the spiritual sense. Many of us are paying much closer attention to the prayers at Mass now, chiefly because they sound so different to ears that had become accustomed to hearing the same prayers for decades in the former translation. Perhaps we can seize this opportunity to ask the Lord to lead us more deeply into an appreciation of what these texts can mean in our lives. In other words, echoing the words of the blind man, we can say, “Master, I want to see.”

I know that my own experience at Mass has shifted pretty dramatically since the advent of this new translation of The Roman Missal. Sometimes some of the newly translated prayers are hard for me to comprehend when I hear them prayed aloud. At other times, certain phrases strike me instantly as inspiring and they touch me deeply. As a person sitting in the pews at my parish, Saint James, located on the near South Side of the city of Chicago, I have found myself paying much closer attention to the prayers that our pastor prays at Mass. There is such richness in them. The Church has consistently taught that the prayers we pray at Mass create for us a locus theologicus. This simple Latin phrase means “the site or the place where theology is expressed.” In other words, the Church teaches that our very Catholic beliefs are expressed in the prayers that are prayed at Sunday Mass. When someone asks me, “What do Catholics believe?” my first inclination is not to point them in the direction of the Catechism of the Catholic Church. That can come later. My first inclination is to say to them, “You want to know what Catholics believe? Go to a Sunday Mass in any parish. Or better yet, go to a parish and attend liturgies during Holy Week. Just pay careful attention to the readings, the prayers, the music, and the ritual, and there you will discover the core of what Catholics believe.”

The new translation of The Roman Missal offers us the opportunity to embrace the Mass prayers in a renewed way. We have a choice to make. Some of us can simply settle into old ways of letting the prayers merely wash over us, paying little attention to them. Or, hopefully, we can be much more attuned to what is being prayed. God continues the work of redemption, through Christ, as the Mass is prayed. And that means that God is working that redemption on each and every one of us who sits in the pews week in and week out.

Why not take the opportunity before Mass to ask the Lord to help you to be more attentive, more attuned to the richness of our Catholic beliefs expressed in the prayers at Mass? Let’s make our prayer the same as the blind man in the Gospel: “Master, I want to see.”

  So, I wrote to the priest who sent the letter. I told him that I really felt for him. I also clarified a few things and told him that this has been a very difficult and challenging time for me as a worshipping Catholic as I struggle to grasp the meaning of many of the newly translated prayers. To be honest, folks, my heart was aching for this priest of 56 years. Two things from his letter have haunted me since I received it:. The first is this phrase: "The words which should lead to the Mystery have now become the mystery unto themselves, barring access to the Mystery." And the second was his shortest sentence: "A mess."   I would appreciate your comments and perhaps clues as to what you would have said to this elderly priest.   Gotta sing. Gotta pray.

Monday, August 6, 2012

Home at Last

Monday greetings from Chicago. Well, I never did make it home for Saint James Day yesterday; bummer!

The flight from Richmond to Chicago took off on time yesterday morning, but soon after departing, I noticed some severe problems with the cabin pressurization. We were all sitting there stretching our jaws and yawning in an attempt to "pop" our ears. I looked out the plane's window and noticed that we weren't climbing. Soon thereafter the captain told us that were were immediately returning to Richmond because of cabin pressure problems. When we landed, I overheard the captain tell the maintenance personnel that at about three thousand feet, they "lost everything" with respect to their electronic read-outs. Yikes! I told the flight attendant that it might be a good idea to tell these folks to have conversations like that out of the earshot of passengers.

Three hours later, and with a new "30,000 dollar part installed," we were on our way again. No ear-popping this time. And flying over Lake Michigan, I caught the most spectacular view of my home town of Chicago from the air; just wonderful. Wondering if it was so spectacular because of the angle of the view or because of the fact that I was alive and coming home?!



Gotta sing. Gotta pray.

Saturday, August 4, 2012

Stranded in Richmond

Ah, the travails of summer travel. Flights cancelled. In Richmond one more night. Hopefully will be home for Saint James day tomorrow. Please pray for the safety of all travelers, me included!

Gotta sing. Gotta pray.

The Delights of Richmond

Very late Friday greetings from Richmond. Very busy day here with wonderful people from the Richmond Diocese. We spent the day focused on principles of Christian initiation and the implications of the RCIA as adapted for children of catechetical age. Probably the most challenging part of initiation ministry.

Anyway, as promised, some more photos of the beautiful grounds here at the Roslyn Episcopal Retreat and Conference Center, with a focus on the new "Bishop's Chapel." During the celebration of one of our rites today, an Osprey flew by the huge windows, with a freshly caught fish in its beak from the nearby James River (all this during the Gospel acclamation!). Here is a view of this serenely pastoral setting:




And some exterior and interior shots of the "Bishop's Chapel."






Couldn't quite get the internet connection here to respond late last night (Friday), so here it is Saturday morning at about 6:30. Final day of the RCIA workshop here. Lots of work still to be done today. The people here in Richmond have been such a delight; so willing to learn and to challenge the presenters with their pastoral questions.

I return to Chicago later this evening. Tomorrow my parish celebrates its patronal feast day: Saint James Day. Hope to share that experience with you on Monday. I hope that your weekend is a good one.

Gotta sing. Gotta pray.




Thursday, August 2, 2012

New Translation Thursday Greetings from Richmond, Virginia

"New Translation Thursday" greetings from the Roslyn Episcopal Retreat and Conference Center just outside of Richmond, Virginia.

I am here to present an RCIA institute co-sponsored by the Roman Catholic Diocese of Richmond and the North American Forum on the Catechumenate. The two day institute will focus on the Rite of Christian Initiation of Adults as adapted for children of catechetical age. I have been on this beautiful campus before but new for me is the "bishop's chapel." Here is a rendering. I will walk over there soon, as soon as the thunderstorm eases, and take some photos for you.


I will be here until Saturday night. I will connect a little later with some photos for you.

Gotta sing. Gotta pray.

Wednesday, August 1, 2012

WLP's New Ceremonial Binder Series

Wednesday greetings.

Those who follow this blog regularly know that every now and again I do a little WLP "commercial."

Today I want to share a new line of WLP ceremonial binders with you. Our first line is very popular for use in the liturgy throughout the United States and Canada. Available in a variety of colors, they are durable and beautiful:


We have been talking about a new line for quite some time. We have heard from customers who were looking for a simpler design. Series two is available in four colors: green, ivory, violet, and red. Here you go:





If you are looking for a noble binder to hold parish announcements, prayers of the faithful, or notes for homilies, look no further than WLP. For parish choirs who use binders to hold three-hole punched music, these are quite beautiful. Imagine your parish choir holding these binders at Sunday Mass.

Thanks for listening to my Wednesday commercial!

Gotta sing. Gotta pray.