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Cynthia Ostrowski holds a bachelor's degree in Geographic Information Science and a minor in Computer Science from Texas A&M University Corpus Christi (2005). She is currently a stay-at-home mother of two children. A former GIS analyst, Cynthia's interests include photography, french horn, and singing polyphony.
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"The Consilium is merely an assembly of people, many of them incompetent, and others well advanced on the road to novelty. The discussions are extremely hurried. Discussions are based on impressions and the voting is chaotic. […] Many of those who have influenced the reform […] have no love, and no veneration of that which has been handed down to us. They begin by despising everything that is actually there. This negative mentality is unjust and pernicious, and unfortunately, Paul VI tends a little to this side. They have all the best intentions, but with this mentality they have only been able to demolish and not to restore."
— Contemporary account of the Consilium by Cardinal Antonelli

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To God Who Giveth Joy To My Youth
published 15 September 2015 by Cynthia Ostrowski

LAST SUNDAY’S Communion antiphon said “O God, from my youth thou hast taught me.” At the beginning of Mass, the priest prays: “I will go in to the altar of God; to God, who giveth joy to my youth.” Here’s a beautiful reflection on these words:

EHOLD THE YOUNG PRIEST with the holy oils fresh upon his consecrated hands. The moment for which he has been longing has arrived: he stands before the holy altar. He signs himself with the sacred Cross and the first exultant words that escape his lips are: “I will go unto the altar of God, unto, God, who giveth joy to my youth!”—beautiful expression of a soul that has clung to God, who has led him to the mount of sacrifice; heavenly expression of love for God, for whom he has despised all worldly and sinful pleasures, to find his joy in Him.

Day after day these words surge up from the heart of the minister of God. Years pass. Maturity is reached with its experience, and perhaps, honors. Old age steals on, with its rich harvest and its peculiar trials, yet the same lips pronounce the same exultant words: “I will go unto the altar of God, unto God, who giveth joy to my youth.” And when the Anointed of the Lord shall stand at the threshold of eternity, when the vision of the Immolated Lamb shall break upon his purified soul in all its dazzling beauty, his lips will once more exclaim: “I will go unto the altar of God, who giveth joy to my youth!” But now his feet must still tread the weary paths of earth; and mindful of his own weakness, the priest continues the Prayers at the Foot of the Altar…

The following pictures which remind of youth’s joys: