Yesterday, as I fed Luke his bottle, he began fussing and protesting. I tried to calm him and convince him the bottle was his friend and food would sustain him, but he would have none of it. I resorted to the same trick I use to bring peace to Mary, Gregorian Chant.
Four years ago, some church friends and I approached our priest and proposed the founding of a Gregorian Chant choir at the Cathedral. He obliged and fostered the eventual return of Gregorian Chant to “pride of place”. Throughout the four years, I have learned many chants, one of my favorites being the Introit for the Feast of the Ascension, Viri Galilaei, which I quickly employed to my current feeding predicament. As the first three notes flowed, Luke ceased and fixed his gaze directly into my eyes, accepting his bottle with no reservation. After a few repetitions of Viri Galilaei, I added Quasi modo* and Regina Caeli, laetare to the rotation. I sang to him for forty minutes until his bottle was empty.
**Quasi modo is an appropriate chant for feeding infants. The translation is thus: “As newborn babes, alleluia, long for pure spiritual milk, alleluia, alleluia, alleluia. Rejoice in honour of God our helper; shout for joy to the God of Jacob.”