"Wherever two or three are gathered together in my name, there I am also." [Matthew 18:20]
Many persons find that they have no taste for locally organized prayer groups, while others can't leave the house, or prefer not to. These recordings are "someone to pray along with," so that you might feel less alone in your devotions, yet be spared the inconveniences of in-the-flesh company. You're welcome to use them as you like.
1. The Rosary.
After the Mass, the Rosary is the most beloved of all Christian prayers. There have been some slight alterations to it over the years, but in essence it's the same as it was when first practiced by Irish Christians in the years after Patrick.
The Rosary is normally prayed in pentads, a pentad being a group of five mysteries. Each mystery is concerned with a specific event in the Incarnation, Ministry, Passion or Resurrection of Jesus. The table below is your guide to the four pentads and the recordings thereof:
The Curmudgeon Emeritus: Fran's acerbic, irascible alter ego, to whom most of his tirades are attributed.
The Co-Conspirators: Your Curmudgeon's nine esteemed co-contributors (see the left sidebar).
The C.S.O.: The Curmudgeon's Significant Other, a.k.a. his wife Beth.
The Place of Little Appreciation: Where your Curmudgeon earns his daily bread and struggles to afford the C.S.O's shoe addiction.
The Fortress of Crankitude: Your Curmudgeon's Long Island home, from which he refuses to budge even though it perpetually threatens to collapse around him.
The Menagerie: Keiko (Chow Chow)
Sable (Border Collie)
Electra (Shorthair)
Orestes (Shorthair)
April (Shorthair)
Uriel the Great (Shorthair)
Irving the Creamsicle a.k.a. Creamy (Shorthair)
Gentle Reader: That's you, fuzzface. Look awake when your Curmudgeon is talking to you!
The Internet Commentariat: We who labor, mostly unpaid and uncelebrated, to vent our frustrations (and, hopefully, yours, Gentle Reader) with Things As They Are.
The Punditocracy: Gasbags who recline on silken couches, eating peeled grapes and being fanned by pretty slave girls, and emit bilious nostrums about politics, culture, and society for which they are, astonishingly, paid.
The Old Media: The enemies of all that is right, true, and beautiful, i.e., they who pay the Punditocracy (and the pretty slave girls). (What, you think the lasses would fan those creeps for nothing?)
