Wednesday, August 16, 2017

Tuesday, August 15, 2017

Feast of the Assumption

The Assumption
  • I read a woman's bitter complaint on a news site that that European men weren't defending their women. I thought, 'Where has this lady been her whole life?' Feminism is further along in it's progression  in Europe than it is in the United States and the men have been carped at and told that they are the villains  for decades. Some of the older ones are  shrugging their shoulders and muttering in soto voce to the women, "Are the migrants bothering you? See to them yourselves." Others are just frozen with mild niceness and the only thing they really can do is have another beer and think about something else. You can't create a steer and then try to shame him into acting like a bull.
Rocky and I went on vacation last week and took my mother. It was great as usual. We went to Mass at St. John Neuman in Lancaster, PA and it was a mixed experience. The priest was okay. The church is badly designed with the Blessed Sacrament in the back with everyone'sitting with their  backs to Our Lord. Only a handful of people acknowledged the Lord's presence in the chapel. The parishioners aren't friendly but that was okay. The cantor was very dominant. She made us practice the opening hymn  before Mass, led us in a prayer for vocations  and explained to us what  the Mass readings mean and instructed us on what to think about them. Finally Mass started. They had  eight or so Eucharistic ministers and there was no way to receive Communion from the priest without cutting through several lines.  A lady walked up to me in my seat, thumped me on the back and pointed to a Eucharistic minister. I meekly shook my head and she left me alone. Next time we visit Lancaster we will go back to one of the parishes we've visited in the past.

 I will say one thing. They had very well behaved children. Nobody gave their tots metal toys or  loud video games and I was impressed that they didn't even seem to need their cry room. I was also amazed to see that while there must have been over 100 people present,  there was no parade of marchers going  back and forth to the restroom. Either the people at this parish have bladders of steel or it's just part of their parish culture to get in line for the restrooms before Mass started. It was, all in all, an interesting experience.

  • Somebody tell poor Austen Ivereigh about these terrible, rotten, no good neurotic converts and ask him if they are good enough for him: St. Teresa Benedicta, Marie-Alphonse Ratisbonne,  St. Josephine Margaret Bakhita, St. Paul, Sts. Peter, James, John and the other apostles, Marie-Théodor Ratisbonne,  and St. Wenceslaus and the Roman martyrs.

Monday, August 14, 2017

Media scares over the years

Here's a list of things in no particular order that the media tried to terrify us with.

Radon, remember that was supposed to kill us all?
Legionaries disease.
Asbestos, which is always ready to claw it's way out of the wall and attack.
Swine Flu, was also supposed to kill us all.
Bird Flu
Hong Kong Flu which was horrible but not the second coming of the Black Plague
Acid Rain
Global cooling--  yes, in the 70s they told us that we were going to freeze to death.
Killer Bees
Chronic fatigue syndrome
Ebola. Unless you came in contact with an Ebola victim's explosive bodily fluids the odds of you getting sick turned out to be incredibly slim.
Herpes, long before AIDS, the media told us that Herpes was going to get us
Killer clowns--- that was probably a well orchestrated publicity stunt for the Steven King It movie which is coming out this year.
The Russians were going get us and if you didn't speak Russian you were in trouble
The Chinese were going to get us and if you didn't speak Chinese you were trouble
The Metric system:If you didn't learn it you weren't going to be able to get a job when you grew up and would end up on the street. I still get  mad about this when I think about it. What a horrid thing to tell little kids.
Homelessness. If your dad lost his job on Monday, you and your family would be on the sidewalk by Wednesday. Apparently drug use, alcoholism, insanity, lack of impulse control or being a criminal drifter had nothing to with it.
AIDS. Any day now it was going to jump out of the original victim population and our friends and families would die like flies.
Toxic shock syndrome. If you were a teen aged girl it was coming for you like a wolf on a lost sheep
Poison Halloween candy
Cults in every kindergarten ---(although witchcraft is real and it's not uncommon to walk into a nice seeming person's home and find a Ouija board or a book of spells the lurid tales about knives that didn't leave a wound  or cause blood flow and tunnels to dungeons we were told on the news were false and innocent people went to jail
Lynne reminded me of the Zika virus. It was tragic for the babies who were born with it but we didn't all come down with it and most women who traveled in the Zika zone and who didn't have panic abortions ended up with perfectly normal children.

Thursday, August 10, 2017

Saturday, August 05, 2017

Random thoughts on a Saturday morning.

St. Dominic, pray for us!
  • José Galat Noumer is 88 years old and apparently he's been excommunicated. How can it be that criticizing the pope gets someone excommunicated? Fr. James Martin is a Catholic in good standing. Cardinal Marx is a Catholic in good standing. Cardinal Vincenzo Paglia is a Catholic in good standing. The founder of the Legionnaires of Christ was officially a Catholic in good standing for most of his life.  Although the truth about his wicked life became too hard to hide by the time he took to his deathbed I don't think he was ever publicly excommunicated. Fr. Hans Kung is a Catholic in good standing.

    You can be an open sinner and be petted and praised at the Vatican with no fear of any remote possibility  of excommunication. You can be a politician and vote for abortion and be a Catholic in good standing. Ted Kennedy got the funeral of a saint and when Joe Biden rings his life's curtain down his bishop will give the family the cathedral for his funeral if they should so desire.  So how is it that out of all the famous sinners in the world  this particular very old man who is obviously closer to the end of his life than the start of it and who founded one of the biggest Catholic TV channels in the world get excommunicated? This doesn't seem like a sad judgment on an obstinate sinner. It seems like malice. It seems like vengeance. It seems like a mafioso warning to the rest of the "neighborhood" to shut up or else.      (Thank you Frank Walker!)

  • Rocky is a Third degree Knight of Columbus. When he saw the new Fourth Degree  ceremonial outfit he was not thrilled. All the Knights that we've heard from think this idea is a stinker. Some men are calling for Carl Anderson to resign. Apparently the decision came without warning and the Knights were told to like it or lump it.

  • Why does Pre Cana take so long? Why can't people get their baby baptized when the child is still a newborn? Although the author sounds like a snob himself with his middle class crack he has a point.
  • I once heard a priest in a lecture say that one of the saddest things he's seen is how lay people have to almost be theologians in order to defend their Faith. I would add that on top of this many of us do it very badly and have set up our own little magisteriums.
  • Truth comes out eventually. It may take decades. It may not be in our lifetimes. It may only be on Judgement Day but truth will out and sometimes in the oddest places. 
  • There was an .... interesting discovery after Mass discover today for the ushers.  Somebody either couldn't find the restroom or didn't want to go to it to change their infant's diaper which resulted in an strong odor in the narthex.
  • Poor Benedict is really fragile these days. 

Friday, August 04, 2017

Adam & Eve from the Visconti Hours

Adam, trying to deflect the blame on Eve

Eve, states that the serpent tricked her.

Saturday, July 29, 2017

Random thoughts on a birthday Saturday

St. Martha, Rocky's patron saint, pray for us. 

  • Today is Rocky's 54th birthday.  We will go to dinner after Mass with some friends.

  • There is fierce discussion in Catholic blogland about Benedict and Francis. I feel somewhat ambivalent. Is Francis really the pope? I don't know.  It doesn't matter what I think. The only ones who could actually speak to this with authority are the cardinals and they for whatever reason are silent. Francis may or not be a true pope but he is sitting on the throne of Peter. He is acknowledged to be pope and he has the power.

  • Whoever approved this giant mechanical spider being perched on Ottawa Cathedral of Notre Dame does not honor Our Lady.

  • Research from the The Spanish Center of Sindonology shows that the Sudarium of Oviedo and the Shroud must have covered the same body.   You can read about the Sudarium, in Janice Bennett's book, Sacred Blood Sacred Image.

Monday, July 17, 2017

St. Telemachus, pray for us

Thank you to Mary Ann Kreitzer of Les Femmes for reminding us of the incredible bravery of St. Telemachus. 

Saint Telemachus
Alfred Tennyson
HAD the fierce ashes of some fiery peak
Been hurl’d so high they ranged about the globe?
For day by day, thro’ many a blood-red eve,
In that four-hundredth summer after Christ,
The wrathful sunset glared against a cross
Rear’d on the tumbled ruins of an old fane
No longer sacred to the Sun, and flamed
On one huge slope beyond, where in his cave
The man, whose pious hand had built the cross,
A man who never changed a word with men,
Fasted and pray’d, Telemachus the Saint.
    Eve after eve that haggard anchorite
Would haunt the desolated fane, and there
Gaze at the ruin, often mutter low
‘Vicisti Galilæe’; louder again,
Spurning a shatter’d fragment of the God,
‘Vicisti Galilæe!’ but—when now
Bathed in that lurid crimson—ask’d ‘Is earth
On fire to the West? or is the Demon-god
Wroth at his fall?’ and heard an answer ‘Wake
Thou deedless dreamer, lazying out a life
Of self-suppression, not of selfless love.’
And once a flight of shadowy fighters crost
The disk, and once, he thought, a shape with wings
Came sweeping by him, and pointed to the West,
And at his ear he heard a whisper ‘Rome’
And in his heart he cried ‘ The call of God!’
And call’d arose, and, slowly plunging down
Thro’ that disastrous glory, set his face
By waste and field and town of alien tongue,
Following a hundred sunsets, and the sphere
Of westward-wheeling stars; and every dawn
Struck from him his own shadow on to Rome.
    Foot-sore, way-worn, at length he touch’d his goal,
The Christian city. All her splendour fail’d
To lure those eyes that only yearn’d to see,
Fleeting betwixt her column’d palace-walls,
The shape with wings. Anon there past a crowd
With shameless laughter, Pagan oath, and jest,
Hard Romans brawling of their monstrous games;
He, all but deaf thro’ age and weariness,
And muttering to himself ‘The call of God’
And borne along by that full stream of men,
Like some old wreck on some indrawing sea,
Gain’d their huge Colosseum. The caged beast
Yell’d, as he yell’d of yore for Christian blood.
Three slaves were trailing a dead lion away,
One, a dead man. He stumbled in, and sat
Blinded; but when the momentary gloom,
Made by the noonday blaze without, had left
His aged eyes, he raised them, and beheld
A blood-red awning waver overhead,
The dust send up a steam of human blood,
The gladiators moving toward their fight,
And eighty thousand Christian faces watch
Man murder man. A sudden strength from heaven,
As some great shock may wake a palsied limb,
Turn’d him again to boy, for up he sprang,
And glided lightly down the stairs, and o’er
The barrier that divided beast from man
Slipt, and ran on, and flung himself between
The gladiatorial swords, and call’d ‘Forbear
In the great name of Him who died for men,
Christ Jesus!’ For one moment afterward
A silence follow’d as of death, and then
A hiss as from a wilderness of snakes,
Then one deep roar as of a breaking sea,
And then a shower of stones that stoned him dead,
And then once more a silence as of death.
    His dream became a deed that woke the world,
For while the frantic rabble in half-amaze
Stared at him dead, thro’ all the nobler hearts
In that vast Oval ran a shudder of shame.
The Baths, the Forum gabbled of his death,
And preachers linger’d o’er his dying words,
Which would not die, but echo’d on to reach
Honorius, till he heard them, and decreed
That Rome no more should wallow in this old lust
Of Paganism, and make her festal hour
Dark with the blood of man who murder’d man.

Sunday, July 16, 2017

And the hits just keep on comin'

The no complaining sign on the Pope's office door

Once a person who had been abused as a child remarked that he learned not to cry when he was being beaten because that just made his father even angrier. He had to take his beating and then give his father a kiss afterwards. 

Saturday, July 15, 2017

Big fat weddings and shrew princess brides

Recently a friend of Rocky's was terribly upset  because of a nasty wedding party. The bride and her parents were behaving like poor examples of Catholics  to a very decent person who has the misfortune of being the parish (I will not name the parish) wedding coordinator. Ladies, if your princess wedding fantasy means so much to you that you can become a shrieking, tantrum throwing banshee because you can't wear that strapless, booty hugging dress in the house of God, or can't cover the altar in a canopy of wisteria like the Twilight movie wedding (well, unless you are marrying a vampire*)  and you can't have the Beyonce "Halo" or "Ave Maria"songs during Mass then you need to grow up and reconsider getting married at all.

You are not a Kardashian, I hope and you are not Kate Middleton, who truth be told was not living an edifying life before her marriage either so why demand a big fat Protestant style faux royal wedding? Why not put that money into setting up your household or at least concentrating on the reception? The three best weddings I've ever been too either took place immediately after a regular Mass, during a regular Mass or in the case of the last one was a dignified nuptial Mass with no extra decorations in the church,  no flower petal sprinkling (those petals look pretty until someone slips, falls and sues the parish) and no secular music.

Oh and one more thing for the grooms. Do you really want to marry a woman who is capable of screaming at an elderly person over music?

* If you are marrying a six foot tall, reanimated leech-like, demon possessed corpse who would turn to ashes if he tried to enter a church anyway-- you clearly have enough problems so go ahead and have the wisteria.

Friday, July 14, 2017

A word from St. Alphonsus

"Tell me, blasphemer, of what country are you? Allow me to tell you, you belong to Hell."

-St Alphonsus Ligouri, Doctor of the Church

Wednesday, July 12, 2017


The first step of Müller’s Calvary was a disconcerting episode in the middle of 2013. The cardinal was celebrating Mass in the church attached to the congregation palace, for a group of German students and scholars. His secretary joined him at the altar: “The pope wants to speak to you.” “Did you tell him I am celebrating Mass?” asked Müller. “Yes,” said the secretary, “but he says he does not mind—he wants to talk to you all the same.” The cardinal went to the sacristy. The pope, in a very bad mood, gave him some orders and a dossier concerning one of his friends, a cardinal. (This is a very delicate matter. I have sought an explanation of this incident from the official channels. Until the explanation comes, if it ever comes, I cannot give further details.) Obviously, Mūller was flabbergasted. 

If this scene from Marco Tosatti's First Things article is true then it's horrifying. 

Sunday, July 09, 2017

Fr. Martin and the whirlpool

Fr. James Martin, S.J. who is well known for his obsessions with worldly things recently said  that homosexual priests should come out and tell their parishes so everyone can see that a man who is attracted to other males can live chastely.  I sighed when I read this. In most parishes with a homosexual priest most of the non sheltered adults are already aware of it. Years ago Rocky and I were in another town and went to Mass. The priest behaved like an flirty old actress playing a part written for an ingenue. After Mass a number of ladies gathered round him to giggle and coo. Except for the sacristan and the security guard (this was a tough part of town) and Rocky who stayed with me to pray, all the men who were at Mass left. Able bodied men, men on walkers, and men with canes just about got into a flying wedge formation in the rush to get out.

The old men, who have seen life, the young and not so young single men, and the fathers are not going to happily follow one of Father Martin's friends. Many of them won't say a word about it except in the most noncommittal, vague way. They will simply either leave the parish, leave the Church, or if their wives give them too much trouble about that they will  use the passive resistance method of withdrawing from parish life. They will attend Mass and stampede for the door as soon as the recessional hymn starts playing. No amount of nagging or haranguing them not being involved enough will move them. A few men will take the Barnhardt position and will make some listeners squirm and gasp as they get graphic about the supposedly harmlessness of Father Martin's friend why they don't believe in  it. These few will be quickly dismissed and ignored for being "mean" and crude but they will cause a ripple and the polite men quietly withdrawing will be a whirlpool.

Wednesday, July 05, 2017

Scenes of the Life of Our Lady by Robert Anning Bell


Mary in the House of Elizabeth


Going to the tomb

Saturday, July 01, 2017

Cardinal Pell and Other Random thoughts on a Saturday afternoon

  • An old man in Australia says he saw Cardinal Pell expose himself to boys in a locker room  back in the 80s. He claims that he confronted Pell and reported the incident to the police. The old man could be lying now and he could have been lying back then. Cardinal Pell's main accusers from another incident are apparently not very successful men, and could easily be lying for money and attention. It could be possible that some enemy is just paying them to parrot whatever they've been coached to say. It could all be part of a plot to get Pell, whom just about everyone in Catholic blog land declares to be a staunch conservative, a good guy and "one of us."

    On the other hand, it has to be admitted that there has been talk about Cardinal Pell for a long time now. There is one incident that is supposed to have occurred more than 50 years ago.  You can't blindly defend a man because he's supposedly on your side in church matters. Conversely, it is very, very evil to wildly accuse a man of a vile sin against God and nature because he is not on your side in church matters.

    I don't trust cases where there is not a shred of usable physical evidence or a corroborating witness but the accusers in this case say that they have been telling their stories for years and nobody paid them any mind. What is true? I say wait for the trial in this case. Let the testimony be stated openly in court and pray that the judge(s?) and jury (if there will be one) are not hopeless anti Catholics but decent, fair and intelligent people. If Cardinal Pell has a good lawyer he should be able to shred the accusers to bits if their story has any weak points.

    I'm not ready to get the pitchforks and tar out yet but I'm not ready to get on the "Stand by our man. This is all an evil plot by Pope Francis and the liberals in Australia. Deus vult, let's ride!," bandwagon either. Somebody is going to be left with egg on their faces at best and souls are going to be lost at worst.  

Oh Mary, Seat of Wisdom, pray for us.  Arise Oh Lord, and let Thy enemies be scattered. Let them that hate Thee, flee before Thy holy face.

  • I was a Mass a few weeks ago and suddenly smelled what seemed  like  manure boiling over a campfire. I looked up, utterly astounded. A few other ladies shifted and looked around. The men stared stoically ahead.  One of the ushers sitting in front of me clenched his jaw and sat up a little straighter. I whispered to Rocky, "Do you smell that?" He nodded and shrugged and jumped up with the other ushers to get the collection baskets. It got worse and worse and I was about to go sit elsewhere when a tiny little voice a few pews ahead of me spoke up. "I pee pee!" The toddler reached into his diaper bag and waved a fresh(?) one over his head. People chuckled and there were some sympathetic smiles while the child's mother grabbed him and ran for the rest room. A gentle breeze from the open stained glass window wafted fresh air over us and suddenly it was time for Communion.  God is good. 

  • When you have free healthcare paid for by the government your body belongs to the State. Some official decides if you are worth treating and if it makes more financial sense to either let you die or kill you slowly. Once the State decides you must die you will not be allowed to try for private treatment. When you belong to the State you belong until you die. Period. 

  • I visited a Catholic discussion group and was disappointed because despite the valiant efforts of the moderator several posters kept doing things like refusing to stick to the point of  a particular discussion and doggedly harping about their own magnificent obsessions. Some people were rude to the African Catholics who asked questions (this appalled me), and the final straw came when I read comments from male posters carrying on like teen-aged girls over how manly the Eastern rite priests look compared to Latin rite priests. Whoah! Whenever I see that kind of talk in a Catholic discussion group I am gone like the wind. I unregistered quick, fast and in a hurry as my husband would say.
  • Stay strong. God is in command. 

Friday, June 30, 2017

At Prayer

What wondrous love....

 What wondrous love is this, O my soul, O my soul. ... when I was sinking down beneath God's righteous frown, Christ laid aside his crown for my soul, for my soul

Wednesday, June 28, 2017

Tuesday, June 27, 2017

About Jim Gaffigan

The comedian, Jim Gaffigan has shocked and dismayed some Catholic fans but they shouldn't be surprised at all.  Haven't we seen this before with Stephen Colbert?  In order to make it big in the entertainment industry people usually have to do  something to signal their bosses and peers that they are in agreement with the ways of Hollywood. This is not new.  Mr. Gaffigan is probably about to make a move up in his career and his Tweet is his way of  letting everyone know that the whole clean comedy Catholic family man shtick is just that, his act to fool the rubes.

Wednesday, June 21, 2017

Pray for us St. Patrick

Lorica of Saint Patrick

I arise today
Through a mighty strength, the invocation of the Trinity,
Through a belief in the Threeness,
Through confession of the Oneness 
Of the Creator of creation. 

I arise today 
Through the strength of Christ's birth and His baptism, 
Through the strength of His crucifixion and His burial, 
Through the strength of His resurrection and His ascension,
Through the strength of His descent for the judgment of doom.

I arise today
Through the strength of the love of cherubim,
In obedience of angels,
In service of archangels,
In the hope of resurrection to meet with reward,
In the prayers of patriarchs, 
In preachings of the apostles,
In faiths of confessors,
In innocence of virgins,
In deeds of righteous men. 

I arise today
Through the strength of heaven; 
Light of the sun,
Splendor of fire,
Speed of lightning,
Swiftness of the wind,
Depth of the sea, 
Stability of the earth,
Firmness of the rock. 

I arise today
Through God's strength to pilot me;
God's might to uphold me, 
God's wisdom to guide me, 
God's eye to look before me, 
God's ear to hear me, 
God's word to speak for me, 
God's hand to guard me, 
God's way to lie before me, 
God's shield to protect me, 
God's hosts to save me 
From snares of the devil, 
From temptations of vices, 
From every one who desires me ill, 
Afar and anear, 
Alone or in a mulitude. 
I summon today all these powers between me and evil,
Against every cruel merciless power that opposes my body and soul, 
Against incantations of false prophets,
Against black laws of pagandom,
Against false laws of heretics,
Against craft of idolatry, 
Against spells of women and smiths and wizards,
Against every knowledge that corrupts man's body and soul. 
Christ shield me today 
Against poison, against burning, 
Against drowning, against wounding,
So that reward may come to me in abundance.

Christ with me, Christ before me, Christ behind me,
Christ in me, Christ beneath me, Christ above me, 
Christ on my right, Christ on my left, 
Christ when I lie down, Christ when I sit down, 
Christ in the heart of every man who thinks of me, 
Christ in the mouth of every man who speaks of me, 
Christ in the eye that sees me, 
Christ in the ear that hears me. 

I arise today
Through a mighty strength, the invocation of the Trinity,
Through a belief in the Threeness,
Through a confession of the Oneness
Of the Creator of creation

St. Patrick (ca. 377)

Monday, June 19, 2017

Christ the King

Giovanni Gasparro, the artist, can't paint realistic looking women or babies  and some of his paintings are downright hideous but his Christ is masculine  which I always appreciate.

Sunday, June 18, 2017

O Sion, thy Redeemer praising

Sequentia from the  Festum Sanctissimi Corporis Christi Mass
O Sion, thy Redeemer praising,
Songs of joy to Him upraising,
Laud thy Pastor and thy Guide:

Swell thy notes most high and daring;
For His praise is past declaring,
And thy loftiest powers beside.

‘Tis a theme with praise that gloweth,
For the bread that life bestoweth
Goes this day before us out;

Which, His holy supper taking,
To the brethren twelve His breaking
None hath ever called in doubt.
Full, then, be our praise and sounding,
Modest and with joy abounding
Be our mind’s triumphant state;

For the festal’s prosecution,
When the first blest institution
Of this feast we celebrate.

In the new King’s new libation,
In the new law’s new oblation,
Ends the ancient Paschal rite;

Ancient forms new substance chaseth,
Typic shadows truth displaceth,
Day dispels the gloom of night.

When He did at supper seated,
Christ enjoined to be repeated,
When His love we celebrate:

Thus obeying His dictation,
Blood and wine of our salvation,
We the victim consecrate.

‘Tis for Christian faith asserted,
Bread is into flesh converted,
Into blood the holy wine:

Sight and intellect transcending,
Nature’s laws to marvel bending,
‘Tis confirmed by faith divine.

Under either kind remaining,
Form, not substance, still retaining,
Wondrous things our spirit sees:

Flesh and blood thy palate staining,
Yet still Christ entire remaining,
Under either species.

All untorn for eating given,
Undivided and unriven,
Whole He’s taken and unrent;

Be there one, or crowds surrounding,
He is equally abounding,
Nor, though eaten, ever spent.
Both to good and bad ‘tis broken,
But on each a different token
or of life, or death attends:

Life to good, to bad damnation;
Lo, of one same manducation
How dissimilar the ends.

When the priest the victim breaketh,
See thy faith in no wise shaketh,
Know that every fragment taketh
All that ‘neath the whole there lies:

This in Him no fracture maketh,
‘Tis the figure only breaketh,
Form, or state, no change there taketh
Place in what it signifies.

Bread, that angels eat in heaven,
Now becomes the pilgrim’s leaven,
Bread in truth to children given,
That must ne’er to dogs be thrown.

He, in ancient types disguised,
Was the Isaac sacrificed,
For the feast a lamb devised,
Manna to the Fathers shown.

Bread, whose shepherd-care doth tend us,
Jesu Christ, Thy mercy send us,
Do Thou feed us, Thou defend us,
Lead us where true joys attend us,
In the land where life is given:

Thou all ken and might possessing,
Mercies aye to us largessing,
Make us share Thy cup of blessing,
Heritage and love’s caressing
With the denizens of heaven.
Amen. Alleluia.

Saturday, June 17, 2017

Random thoughts and St. Paul

  • St. Paul has something to say to you:

    1 Cor. 11:26-27.
    As often as you shall eat this Bread and drink the cup, you proclaim the death of the Lord, until He comes. Therefore whoever eats this Bread or drinks the cup of the Lord unworthily, will be guilty of the Body and Blood of the Lord. Alleluia.
  • Sometimes it's more interesting to me what the big Catholic news sites and blogs don't mention rather than what they do. When Nellie Gray, the founder of the March for Life died in 2012, most Catholic news sites didn't even mention it. When David Bowie, the rock star died, there were loving tributes everywhere. Even a cardinal felt the need to embarrass himself by Tweeting a quote from Bowie's song Space Oddity. When singer, Chris Cornell killed himself I was surprised to see long posts on multiple blog but so far, I haven't seen anything except Twitter posts about the torture and murder of Bishop Balla in Cameroon.

  • I have come to loathe some of the attorneys and co-workers at my job. They haven't changed. I have. Either my tolerance level has lowered or it's because they have become completely unhinged since the election and are not careful with what they say. I come from a working class family and it is unnerving to hear how much my Harvard and Yale bosses despise normal people. Whenever they have to go on trial outside of the East or West Coasts they moan and groan as if they are going to Calcutta. I over heard two attorneys talking about how they ventured beyond Whole Foods, Trader Joes and their favorite farmer's market and ---gasp--- went to a regular grocery store (Harris Teeter to be exact), as if they went on safari. I think if they went to Walmart or Sav-a-Lot they'd have a stroke. It's like the Floating World of Edo era Japan. The inhabitants have their drivers, their cheap illegal nannies, gardeners and to Hell with everybody else. I guess I need to start looking for another job.

  • I read a comment on another blog saying that Christians have lost every social battle for the last 50 years and maybe it's time to give up. I remember wondering what this person was talking about. Most American Christians of all sects have gone along with the moral decline bit by bit and Catholics with the deathly fear that seems to afflict many of us, of looking different have trailed along.

  • I've never liked Mark Shea. This does not improve my already low view of him.

  • Maureen Mullarkey is not backing down on her opinion of St. Fautsina and Divine Mercy.

Friday, June 16, 2017

O God, our Father, Hear us...

OGod, our Father, hear us.  We plead before You, O Sacred heart of Jesus, for all who tonight in this great city stand in the most need of Your merciful love and protection.
On souls beset by temptation, have mercy.
On those who have fallen into sin, have mercy.
On those who are given up to worldliness and are forgetful of You, have mercy.
On those who are, at this moment, in danger of losing You forever, have mercy.
By Your agony, save them, Jesus.

On those who carry on wicked trades and profit by sin, have mercy.
On those indulging in sinful amusements, have mercy.
On all who are imperiling their souls by self-indulgence and luxury, have mercy.
On all frequenting haunts of sin, have mercy.
By Your scourging, save them, Jesus.

On all who are out tonight, the homeless, the weary, the starving, those tempted to suicide, the intemperate, have mercy.
On those who are out for sin, have mercy.
To those who are out to rescue others, grant help and protection.
For those who work at night, the police, railwaymen, firemen, those engaged on the stage, soldiers and sailors, sentries on duty, editors and journalists, let Your Presence be with them, Jesus.
For the sick, and suffering and all who are enduring any agony of mind and body, comfort them, Jesus.
For all undergoing surgery, strengthen them, Jesus, and help them in body and soul.
For the sleepless and lonely, be near them.
For those in anxiety, nervous or mental distress, calm them.
For the mentally ill, keep them under Your protection.
For those who care for the mentally ill, make them tender-hearted and compassionate.
For night nurses, give faithfulness and sympathy.
For priests and doctors, called out this night, reward them.
By Your crown of thorns, deliver them, Jesus.

For those who this night must suffer bereavement, visit and sustain them.
For those for whom this will be their last night on earth, deepen their contrition and receive their souls.
For those whom sudden death summons before Your Judgement, have mercy.
For those dying alone without priest or sacrament, have mercy.
For the dying who reject the ministry of Holy Church, have mercy.
On those dying unconscious, have mercy.
On those dying blind to their sin, have mercy.
On the souls of unbelievers who are hear death, have mercy.
On those who are trying to turn to You even in their last hour, have mercy.
For those who are afraid to die, turn their heaviness into joy.
For dying priests and religious, have mercy on them and receive them to Yourself.
For the faithful departed, grant them light and peace.
For ourselves in our last hour, grant the pardon of our sins, our negligences and our ignorances.
By Your holy death, deliver us all, O Jesus.

On behalf of those who have said no prayers today, let us say:  Our Father… Hail Mary…
On behalf of those who neglect to praise God and thank Him, let us say: Blessed be God.  Blessed be His holy name.
On behalf of those who blaspheme and neglect the Blessed Sacrament, let us say: Blessed, praised, worshiped and adored be Jesus Christ on His Throne of Glory and in the Most Holy Sacrament of the Altar.

Wednesday, June 14, 2017

The marriage of the Virgin from the Visconti Hours

When I was a child my mother brought this  book home for me. It was the Visconti Hours, an illustrated book of prayers painted for ruler of Milan, Gian Galeazzo Visconti in the 14th century. I spent many hours looking at the pages. The book was published in 1972 and my copy is in pretty good shape except for a cracked spine. 

Monday, June 12, 2017

St. Remigius and St. Clotilda pray for us

I just listened to an inspiring homily that mentioned two saints who didn't take the so called Benedict option.

Wednesday, June 07, 2017

Bishop Balla, rest in peace...

Western bishops, particularly American ones have a lot of time on their hands. While they are meddling in politics, indulging sinners with abnormal sexual penchants, pursuing dubious theories about the weather and scuffing around for refugee resettlement money, Catholics in places like Cameroon really have more pressing concerns.

Bishop Jean Marie Balla of the Biafa diocese was kidnapped, tortured and murdered. His body was thrown in the Sanaga river. Priests and nuns have been attacked before in Cameroon and the bishop reportedly had reason to believe that at least one of those murders might have been at the hands of government assassins.

Eternal rest grant unto him Oh Lord, and let perpetual light shine upon him. May he rest in peace.

At prayer

Tuesday, June 06, 2017

Monday, June 05, 2017

St. Charles Lwanga, pray for us

A photo of the saint taken a year or two before his martyrdom.

The lovely, Obianjuj Ekeocha, the founder and president of Culture of Life in Africa, visited the shrine to the Ugandan martyrs and got to see the prison, torture tree and place where the martyrs were burned.  It's a frightening sight even today. You can see more photos here