Candlemass

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Nunc dimittis servum tuum, Domine, secundum verbum tuum in pace:

Quia viderunt oculi mei salutare tuum

Quod parasti ante faciem omnium populorum:

Lumen ad revelationem gentium, et gloriam plebis tuae Israel.

Now Thou dost dismiss Thy servant, O Lord, according to Thy word in peace;

Because my eyes have seen Thy salvation,

Which Thou hast prepared before the face of all peoples:

A light to the revelation of the Gentiles, and the glory of Thy people Israel.

Child molesters hide in plain sight

I wish that perverts who are sexually attracted to children looked like Orcs or that they only hung around back alleys and under bridges like trolls but they don't. They look like everyone else and they frequently look better than average. They marry women with kids, like Humbert Humbert in Lolita.  They get a job that let's them be near children. They become masters at fooling parents and any nosey adult who might suspect. They put on a clerical collar but more frequently, probably much more frequently they just get an education degree and go to school. Mark Berndt is 61, years old and he doesn't have a vow of celibacy. He's free to have as many women as he wanted and guess what he's a child molester. I am not excusing the priests who did this kind of thing but this horrifying story goes to show that perverts can be found in all walks of life. It's the child molester's greatest strength, the ability to blend in and look so darn normal for years. I wonder if the media will take a look at how many children's lives are ruined in school by their own teachers? I doubt it.

Presentation in the temple

Thanks for the inspiraton Fr.

Years ago, Rocky and I were visiting the Lourdes Shrine in Emmitsburg and were walking quickly and saying our rosary with blinding speed because it was hellaciously cold. Then, we saw a Dominican priest. He was walking slowly and had the most beautiful calm look on his face. He nodded at at us, smiled and disappeared into the bushes like a ghost. Since we were on the path he was going to walk in the rough. He was also barefoot. Rocky and I stopped, and stared. You wouldn't think black and white would be good camouflage but Fr. was completely lost from our view within seconds. "Did you see his feet?" Rocky asked. "Yeah." Suddenly neither one of us was all that cold anymore. We slowed down and really took our time praying. God bless that priest wherever he is and God bless this Franciscan whose photo I found on the St. Blogustine blog.

Something to keep in prayer

I  don't always enjoy reading Aid to the Church in Need but it's good to be reminded that the Church is bigger than the smug, decadent West and is suffering in many places. Remember Yugoslavia? Remember that war and how the US intervened .Remember how people said it was going to turn out badly for the local Christians? Well, read this.  Life for Sr. Ivanka has become so unpleasant that she and her sisters don't leave the convent alone. US time, talent and treasure were wasted to create this awful situation. Our Lady, Help of Christians, please keep the Franciscan sisters safe.

Mass at St. Ritas

2011, was a wretched year and 2012, isn't looking too much better but there's one thing that always raises my spirits; Thursday night Mass at St. Rita's in the Tridentine form. Fr. Eagle has so much energy and enthusiasm and both he and Fr. Bear are serious about offering confession for as long as it takes for every soul to be taken care of. We have the most adorable little altar boys and an interesting mix of people. Most of the people in the pews are young. At 44, I'm one of the oldest ladies present.

Next week is Candlemass and Fr. Eagle is excited about it. He's planning a solemn high Mass and  there will be a schola. If you are in Alexandria on February 2nd, this will be a beautiful balm for your soul.

Stop that crying

Once when I was a kid I disobeyed my mother and did something stupid. It backfired spectacularly  of course and I was left crying in the living room. My mother told me to stop it. I had done wrong and now I was facing the painful consequences. Over 50% of Catholics voted for Obama. There were warnings that most of the people in this Administration are Deatheaters but the warnings were ignored and the people who spoke the warnings were called narrow minded, backward, paranoid and just plain dumb. So now we have this. 

Other than Douglas Kmiec is anybody really surprised? So let's stop crying.

Pray for us, St. John Fisher, and St. Thomas Moore.

So what's the story on the Neo Cats?

Father Z says their rite has not been approved. Everybody else I've read says, sadly, angrily or just noncommittally says that their rite has been approved. I read the pope's statement and I didn't understand it one way or the other.  The Way is big and I guess the pope's advisers are afraid that they'll schism if they are pushed.

After three days they found Him...

Random thoughts

• Please pray for Fr. Rodriguez. I have a feeling that he's going to be steamrolled.

• Politics is a nasty business and wives and children get treated badly all the time. Andrew Jackson’s poor wife was called a bigamist, adulteress and an uncouth pipe smoker. Abraham Lincoln’s enemies pursued poor Mary Todd Lincoln relentlessly. She could do no right as far as they were concerned. If she had a party people complained that it was wrong to do so because a war was going on.  When she stopped all social activities because her son was dead people complained that she was making DC dull. It was said that Woodrow Wilson and his second wife got married too soon after his first wife’s death and had been lovers before the marriage. People called the Bush twins party girls which is a euphemism for slut. And who can forget the venom that was belched out of hell in the direction of Sarah Palin's litte boy, Trig? So it’s not surprising that a cruel hit piece has been written on Karen Santorum. I won’t link to it.  

• One really good way for a young woman to mess up her life is to listen to the wrong people. I know a  newlywed who was  happily living in a one bedroom rental with her husband. Her  well to do family shamed and nagged the young couple to buying a modest house. Guess what? The housing market crashed. She now has a house that is worth an ocean’s depth less than what she and her husband owe on it. They were living comfortably before, now they are right on the razor's edge.  That is not a good place to be. It frays nerves and gives rise to silent resentment. And because they are so "poor" she refuses to have children until her husband gets a better paying job. Never, ever let anyone put your husband down. It's disloyal, it's a violation of your marriage vows and it's stupid.
  
  
• It's Girl Scout cookie season and I'm going to pass. The organization has been on the wrong track for decades but their decision to dance with Planned Parenthood and to expose girls to the Healthy, Happy, Hot  brochure are just too disgusting. Hot? Excuse me? Encouraging a little girl to be hot is the work of pimps. Juliette Lowe, the founder of the Girl Scouts  would weep if she could see what happened to her wholesome little club. Find a Little Flowers, Camp Fire Girls or a Heritage Girls group. The Girl Scouts are just too corrupt to bother with.
  
  
• There is a scene in Braveheart where Wallace says to Princess Isabelle. "One day you will be a queen. And you will  have to open your eyes."  I think many Catholics are in the fictional Princess Isabelle's shoes. We need to open our eyes. We can be for abortion or against it. There is no middle way. We can please the world or we can please God. When it comes to abortion, we can not do both.

This made me cringe

This is embarassing and reminded me of the time Rocky and I went to the worst Mass we've ever seen before or since. It's true that Our Lord was born in a stable and was around animals all His earthly life. It is also true that when Our Lord went to His Fathers's house and found men selling animals and changing money on holy ground He made a whip and drove them out. Where is the bishop? Our Lord is disrespected in His own house and people think it's cute. St. John Vianney, pray for us.

Restless, hungry hearts in the pews

I've noticed something and been  trying to find a way to adequately describe it. A lot of ordinary people just do not seem to be happy with the Mass or their parish. They must jazz the liturgy up with insipid Protestant praise songs to make it bearable. I know of a local parish where long time parishioners got angry and left because the new priest wanted to have something other than the four hymn folk choir week after week.  That folk music and their ties to the powerful choir director was more important to them than anything else.

So many people chase after fads to liven things up; they smile at the girls and middle aged women leaping down the aisle in their liturgical dance clothes .  They think it's adorable when the priest calls all the kids up to stand around the altar during the Consecration. They get mad, on occasion glaring and cursing mad  if you don't want to hold their hands during the Our Father.

Other people choose a somewhat different route. They run to the New Movements. The Neo Cats, Cursillo, Opus Dei, Focolare, Miles Jesu, and in their prime, the Legion of Christ offered people things they could not get in their parishes : certainty, a priest who unequivocally  said yes or no, tight personal bonds, intense devotion, a mission in life and passion.  Still other people deal with the spiritual hunger by not  joining anything. They shuffle in at the very last minute, do their close to a whole hour at church and explode out of the pew as soon as Communion is over. 

 And then there are the folks who had to go to other Rites to find peace. They seek refuge in the beautiful liturgies of  the Eastern Rite parishes such as the Maronite or Byzantine. If these are not available they look wistfully  at photos and video of the Orthodox or the Anglican service.  I've read a number of comments from people who are excited about the Anglican Ordinariate because now
they will be able to go an Ordinariate Mass and leave their old parish for good.

And of course there are the people who out of curiosity walked into a TLM one day and fell in love. They go when they can or they found a parish that is completely Tridentine and have finally found pure joy.

 There are a lot of restless, hungry hearts in many pews across this nation.


* I originally forgot one large group of people. The folks who either had a crisis and left the Chruch altogether or the individuals who never had an argument with the Church they just drifted away and only come back for Ash Wenesday, Christmas, Easter, weddings and funerals because the Faith as presented in their parishes just wasn't enough to hold them. No priest or layperson ever showed them what Archbishop Sheen called :

...a virile Christ and a leader worth following in these terrible times; One Who will step into the breach of death, crushing sin, gloom and despair; a leader to Whom we can make totalitarian sacrifice without losing, but gaining freedom, and Whom we can love even unto death. We need a Christ today Who will make cords and drive the buyers and sellers from our new temples; Who will blast the unfruitful fig-trees; Who will talk of crosses and sacrifices and Whose voice will be like the voice of the raging sea. But He will not allow us to pick and choose among His words, discarding the hard ones, and accepting the ones that please our fancy. We need a Christ Who will restore moral indignation, Who will make us hate evil with a passionate intensity, and love goodness to a point where we can drink death like water.

Adoration of the Magi

Sacred Heart of Jesus

Sacred Heart of Jesus, I put all my trust in Thee...

Thank you, my God, true Font of mercy. When I called You answered. When I shed tears You heard me. When I needed You so badly, You were right there. You are always there. You are my Light in the darkness. You are my Way. Oh thank you, thank you, thank you!

Thanks for the answered prayers

Holy Mary, Mother of God

St. Anthony, St. Pio, St. Therese, St. Joan, St. Francis, St. Jude, St. Rita, St. Tarcisius

2011 blogville standouts

The most useful blog I've seen this year
Traditional Latin Mass in Maryland


 Saddest
These Stone Walls

Most disappointing 
 The Catholic blogs who were assimilated by Patheos


The post I definitely wish I hadn't read
I have a sense of humor... a weird one but it does exist. However, jokes about the Triune God and Our Lady are off limits. This thing isn't a lighthearted joke. It is  a mockery of the Consecration and that's not funny.




Most interesting photos
Orbis Secundus


Bravest
Orwell's Picnic.


Cutest
Crechemania and Catholic Icing

Christ be praised!

Today my mother and I got a wonderful gift for the great Feast of Christmas. The nursing home called and they've accepted my dear uncle. They want us to bring him on Friday. Back in November I made two vows for when this day came  and I look forward to going to the Holy Stairs shrine at St. Patrick's in Pittsburgh to fulfill them. Oh Christ be praised. Thank you, Lord.

Ascend to Heaven sons and daughters of St. Stephen

After 9/11 President Bush said that Islam was a religion of peace. I suspect that he said that because his advisors feared that the average American was going to go ape on the nearest Muslim. That was wrong and an undestimation of the average American but the "religion of peace" thing stuck and irritates like a rash. Tell the marytred Nigerian Catholics blown up in the middle of Midnight Mass or tell the Iraqi Christians that.

Tell us to remember that we are civilized, tell us that we are better than our enemies, tell us to remember the Golden Rule. Remind people that the Muslim family next door is harmless.  Say anything you want but I don't want to hear that "religion of peace" stuff anymore.

Well that was interesting.

Christmas Mass was ....interesting. The cantor's vocals were lovely. We have a fine organist. The church was packed. Even though the windows were open it was hot and well, funky. A surprisising number of guys in their haste to get to Mass forgot their deordorant or maybe it was soap. One dude's natural scent just about made me swoon during the great Communion shuffle.  Concentrating was hard. I've never really paid the Christmas and Easter people much attention before but I now understand why friction rises. Folks, when you come late don't get huffy if the 90 year old couple arent' thrilled by you climbing over them to get to a spot and don't ask they lady in the wheelchair to move so you and your loved ones can sit together. Oh and if you must feed  your child would you please not give him buttery stuff that crumbles all over the pew. The poor man next to you didn't deserve the grease stains you left behind.

Father reminded us earlier in the week to be nice to our guests because our bad example could send a sensitive soul from the Church forever but honestly some of those people didn't make it easy.

Felix Dies Nativitatis!

Merry Christmas, ya'all!



Bad homilies and the Holy Family

One of the most annoying things about going to Mass in December is listening to homilies that insult St. Joseph. He was not a starry eyed ninny. He did not just load Mary on to a donkey and drift out to Bethlehem. They probably traveled in a caravan with other kinfolk from their village. It's possible, some theologians believe, that knowing that the messiah was supposed to come from Bethlehem that Mary and Joseph had even decided that they would move there permanantly.

St. Jospeh did not come to Bethlehem to beg. He wasn't running from Nazareth. He came to pay his taxes. He was not a homeless man. Mary was not an unwed mother. I'm so sick of that kind of talk. He also, being a skilled artisan had pretty good prospects for finding a job if he and Mary had decided to stay in Bethlehem.  There was a huge government project going on not too far away. Vile King Herod was building himself  a tomb and  needed lots of carpenters.  Please, please no more hip, relevant homilies making the Holy Family stand ins for whatever cause is in vouge at the time.

Christ Almighty

I could look at this for hours.

my favorite nativity

Infant of Prague

Sweetest little King, have mercy on me.

Precious, shining Boy who came forth to die a horrible death, have mercy on me.

Joy of Heaven and earth, have mercy on me.

Random thoughts

• I can't stand Patheos. It's like the Borg on Star Trek. It takes fun bloggers and turns them into drones. Being with Patheos has  completely ruined the once delightful Anchoress and I just hope that Crescat doesn't change.

• I don't understand the whole Anglican Ordinariate thing. Why can't people just convert on their own instead of the whole parish, "priest" (I thought the Anglican orders were invalid? Did this change?) and the building coming over with their own version of the Mass. Why not go to RCIA--wretched as it usually is and be done with it? I'm not knocking the Ordinariate. I just don't understand why it is necessary and why the Anglican patrimony is supposed to be such a boon for the Church. The Anglican church was founded because Henry VIII was a vicious lustful  sociopath who wanted a new woman and discarded his  devoted wife, only legitimate child, religion, faithful friends and servants and went on a killing spree.
  
  It's confusing because the same commentators who go into raptures about the beauty of the Anglo-Catholic service  and who hope if will either influence the Novus Ordo  or that they will  soon be able to take refuge in an approved  Ordinariate Mass would eat a brick before they'd go to a TLM.

• I really miss the Gregorian Rite Catholic blog. Prima's wit was like an electric knife slicing through blubber.

• Dear bishops who signed their names to this letter, I suggest that the next time you want want money for something in your diocese you ask donations from outside the country because you don't seem to give a hoot about the laws, and very real concerns of your American flock who have to deal with the problems massive illegal immigration brings.  

• If Youth only knew, if Age only could.... Hilary White has written something with painful, avert your eyes honesty  about the bad gambles  girls make when we're young  because all the cool people told us that we must or be losers and how we can suffer will the debt comes due.

• I  read this  post from the Vestal morons blog which uses Star Wars as a metaphor for Vatican II and what happened after.  I think he's wrong about a couple of things. Padme Amidala was a passive aggressive  idiot so she can't represent the pre-concilar Church and Obi Wan certainly wasn't Paul VI. Jar Jar Binks on the other hand, oh yeah, the young writer is absolutely spot on about Jar Jar.

• There is a candy store near where I work that sells blasphemous "humor" items. Their Christmas display this year features revolting images of Jesus and Mary on various things that I will not attempt to describe. The owner of the shop must really hate Catholics. He or she always has something mocking nuns or priests in the window. I can't imagine how much time he or she takes to find all this stuff. For this reason I refuse to buy anything from the store or even go in there. The candy is supposed to be really good but as long as Christians make excuses and buy from people like the owner of this shop we are feeding the beast.
  
  
• Speaking of work I wish I had the senority and the nerve to pull this off:

Our Lady of Good Children

The Return

This painting can be found at Holy Innocents Church in New York. The artist had just attended Mass when he noticed a young soldier kneeling at the foot of a crucifix. He was so moved that he started work on this painting.

St. Joseph

St. Joseph, the dear, quiet man who was chosen to be Mary's husband and a father to Our Lord. He is the patron saint against doubt, cabinetmakers, Canada, carpenters, China, confectioners, craftsmen, dying people, engineers, families, fathers, house hunters, Korea, laborers, Mexico, Peru, Vietnam and pioneers.  He is the patron of the universal Church.

The Visitation and the Magnificat

Random thoughts on modesty and other stuff

• Thank you all for your kind words and prayers for my poor aunt, Emmabelle.
  
  
  
• I was reading a complaint on another blog about how hard it is to find modest clothes and I thought, 'silly you'. Modesty is actually pretty easy.  I have a dress that looks fine when I'm standing but shows too much when I sit. So I put a t shirt under it and no-body sees a thing. Simple.
  
  There is no law that says you have to buy mini skirts and if your regular skirt is a little too short put on black tights. Instead of buying low rider jeans that expose your naked backside  buy some relaxed fit Wranglers or Faded Glorys and be done with it. You don't have to dress like an Amish woman ---but oddly enough one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen was a barefoot young Amish mother walking down a dirt road--- and you don't have dress like a Mormon breakaway cult member to be modest. 
  
  I do not wish to support Mormonism in any way, and I don't want to be on mailing list or get a visit form Mormon elders so I refuse to buy from LDS owned stores but mainstream Mormon women, I have to admit, do a great job of looking good without looking sleazy and unlike Catholics they've actually gone into business providing gorgeous clothes instead of just complaining. 
  
  
  
• You know how a puppy or dog will roll over on their stomachs before a dominant dog in a submission gesture? That's what this was.
  
  
  
• Speaking of dogs, if that nice boy, Tim Tebow were to torture one to death, drive drunk, shoot off a gun in a nightclub, get accused of rape....twice, all the people who rag on him now would be fans. I wish the kid was Catholic. Can you imagine the exploding heads?
  
  
  
• The situation with my uncle's dementia is getting worse and none of the nursing homes I'm pursuing have made acceptance decisions yet and I've become terribly disappointed in his doctor. My mother and I are so tired. I just want to sit on the floor and cry sometimes. And then my fighting spirit comes back. When this is all over and he is in a safe place I can rest until then I just have to follow Winston Churchill's advice and keep on going.
  
  
  
• Thank God the morning after pill is not going to be sold over the counter. Can you imagine what would have happened on daily basis? A guy decides he wants to be "sure" and slips it into his girlfriend's coffee...a statutory rapist forces an underage girl to take it at the end of their "date" .....an angry teenager adds it her stepmother's dinner... a college girl figures if one is good she ought to take four....babies killed as easily and thoughtlessly as one does when popping a vitamin. What a horror.
  
  
  

Virgin and Mother-- Mother and yet, a Virgin

I am the Immaculate Conception

Requiem Emmabelle

My Aunt Emmabelle passed away. Mercy Lord.

The Pieta for when I need to adjust my attitude

I wonder as I wander out under the sky,

how Jesus, our Savior did come forth to die

for poor onery sinners like you and like I......

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For God so loved the world....

For God so loved the world, He sent His only begotten Son.

Your Face, Lord do I seek

May the most Holy, most Sacred, most Adorable,
Most Incomprehensible and Ineffable Name of God
Be always Praised, Blessed, Loved, Adored and Glorified,
In Heaven, on Earth and under the Earth,
By all the Creatures of God,
And by the Sacred Heart of Our Lord Jesus Christ,
In the most Holy Sacrament of the Altar.
Amen. 

Reality calling Nancy Pelosi

Nancy Pelosi looks fantastic for her age but someone ought to tell the old girl that no matter how much botox she shoots up, no matter how hard she exercises and no matter how well she dresses she's already seen too many Winters  to be mocking her fellow Catholics and the "Catholic conscience thing". 

Please carry her home

I just heard that my aunt, Emmabelle is dying. What a tragedy her life has been! When she was a teenager she developed one of those silly school girl crushes and as  young girls are wont to do, she wrote some ungaurded love letters. The letters, as is often the case, fell into the wrong hands and an ugly scandal broke out in her family's church. Things got so bad that she ran away.

Her brothers tried to help her but she was just like a feral cat. She'd get only so close and despite all the patience and kindness they offered she could never bring herself to come inside. She could be maddening, she could be unnerving, when I was a child all the adults all seemed to be filled with exasperation when they mentioned her name and then in an instant they'd recall something hilarious she did. She could be the sunshine of the whole room. When my mother spoke of my fathers's wild sister  it was sometimes accompanied with a smile and usually with a sigh.

I think she suffered from depression and tried to make herself feel better with alcohol and drugs on occasion. Eventually she grew out of that but was left a physical wreck.  A few days ago my youngest uncle couldn't reach her on the phone and went to her place. He found her unconcious and took her to the hospital. The doctors say that she will die and it could be at any time. Her cancer is just too advanced. The only thing to do is to keep her comfortable and wait. I hope that she has time to reconcile with God. Dear Lord, please carry Emmabelle home.

From Russia, with love

The older ladies of Vladvivostok Catholic Mission in Russia make the most beautiful baby gowns for special occasions and baptisms I've ever seen. This would be a wonderful bit of Catholic Christmas shopping.

Virgin of Tenderness

Unhand me, Sir!

Bishop Foys has stepped up and told his people that the handholding during Mass is not cool.  There will be pouting but I suspect a lot of people will be quietly relieved. I'm a shy person and being grabbed by sweaty, sneezy, clammy or sticky(!) strangers is highly offensive. Unless you are my husband, my best friend or we are blood kin I really don't want to hold your hand. Period.

Look at that face

This is a Children of Mary nun on her investiture day. May God bless Sr. Melissa and may she persevere in her sacred vocation all the days of her life.

Christ, the Teacher

Sanctus, Sanctus, Sanctus

Man of Sorrows

This image reminds me very much of the image from the Shroud of Turin.

Mama, what's a NeoCath?

I've often wondered what this term really means. Miss Hilary White spells it out with devastating effect.

Catholic history day trip

Rocky had the day after Thanksgiving off for the first time in ages so we daytripped to Southern Marylanad and the Western Shore. We visited St. John Vianney in Prince Frederick. It's a big, new and very handsome church.  They have an unsual statue of Our Lord's Sacred Heart that sadly is in a tucked away corner near a closet. The church  has one of those babbling brook baptism pools and spectacular stained glass windows. Each window has a theme. One had saints from the Middle Ages, another had great missionary saints.  One window had American saints and Rocky was startled to see Martin Luther King included. MLK was  not Catholic and obviously not a cannonized saint so what the heck...? 

We looked at the Latin American saints window and saw Oscar Romero and Cesar Chavez included with St. Rose of Lima, St. Juan Diego and St. Martin de Porres. On the Carribean saints window we saw Toussaint L'Ouverture. He was known to be devout and he discouraged voodoo but again, he's not a saint. Unlike Mother Mary Lange, whose lovely image was also on the window, he does not have a cause for cannonization before the Vatican. 

Rocky guessed that whoever was in charge of the windows wanted every ethnicity to feel included but went completely overboard and veered into patronizing territory. Too bad this impulse wasn't stiffled because the windows are a magnificent teaching tool.

St. Francis de Sales

We also visited St. Francis de Sales and met the pastor who was very kind to talk to us and allow us to venerate a St. Francis relic. They have the traditional Latin Mass there as well as the ordinary form.  

We visited the cemetary of St. Dominc's in Aquasco to say the Eternal Rest prayer and were surprised by the church's neighbors, a herd of alpacas. They are the cutest animals. They're walking balls of wool and eyelashes that would make a model swoon with envy. Next we left the Western Shore and headed to Leonardtown for lunch and to visit St. Gonzaga. It's 300 years old and is in a federal style like the Basilica in Baltimore. What I really liked was that they had little novena prayer cards next to every statue and of course, that they never got rid of their altar rails or moved the Blessed Sacrament from the center of the altar and the center of hearts and minds.

We visited the living museum of St. Mary's City and bought a few colonial gifts and visited the recreation of the town's chapel. No good description of what it looked like has been found so the archaeologists are guessing based on Catholic architecture of the time. After a full, fun day we headed home and watched TV. 

Christmas Shopping ideas

Here are some of my favorite Catholic shopping sites.

Catholic Embroidery

The Brown Scapular site

Monastery Greetings

Holy Orders  My favorite gift site.

Tan books

All Saints Convent.  You may have read about the Maryland All Saints nuns who left the Episcopalians and became Catholic. This was a heroic move. Let's not just say "Oh that's nice," and forget about them. They support themselves by making greeting cards and they have a neat calendar. The sisters do not take credit cards and they obviously don't have Pay Pal. They are cash or check only at the moment.  They also enjoy visitors.

The Benedictines of Mary


The Paulines I don't care for everything that the Paulines sell in their stores but for many Catholics they are the only source of Catholic books and gifts in their area and I have bought most of our Navarre Bible volumes from them.


Pro Multis Media They carry Halo Works veils among other delightful things.

Buckfast Abbey

Random thoughts for Thanksgiving

I don't have to cook or do a thing this year. We are meeting Rocky's people at Maggiano's Little Italy for Thanksgiving and I am extremely grateful to be lying in bed thinking this afternoon. I'm grateful for a few other things too:


Rocky, my dear husband and Mama, my dear mother and best friend.



The readers of this blog, particularly, Bob, a true Catholic gentleman.



My uncle. I've written before that my mother and I are busy trying to rescue a relative with dementia. It's been horrible at times. It's been painful, tears have been shed, bad dreams have been dreamt. After leaving his apartment and seeing for ourselves how he's been living we were both in some kind of shock. But I am thankful for him. Trying to take care of him and get him into a nursing home has been a grace. I find myself repeating St. Joan's words. "God clears the way. It was for this I was born," and I've made a sign from her quote and thumb tacked it to my wall at work to look at when I need encouragement. You don't have to like your cross, to thank God for giving it to you. Soon, I hope to have him safely in a nursing home and then my mother and I can rest but until then, I am comforted by knowing that Jesus is with my relative and with us every step of the way.

My pastor, Fr. Eagle (that's our nick name for him, I'm Southern so I have a nick name for everyone). He's a fine young, big hearted priest and offers  confession four days a week and a low Mass on Thursdays. Rocky and I look forward to that Mass more than we ever expected or than I can even explain.



Role models like Mary Ann Kreitzer and Elena Vidal 




The Traditional Latin Mass in Maryland blog. I read it everyday. 


Fr. Michael Taylor of Corpus Christi Church in South Riding, Virginia who is being picked on by an unlearned parishioner, who should remember that the Blessed Mother probably was not at the table or even in the roomm  at the Last Supper, the Washington Post and now CNN. 



Monsignor Charles Pope who has served in my home town and in neighborhoods most of us wouldn't dare walk around in, for many years.   On second thought, after being advised of some of Monsignor's views that he doesn't necesarily share from the pulpit I think I need to scratch this.


The nice boy at Mass who told me that he's very impressed that I always wear a veil to the Novus Ordo Mass. I was astonished.



My husband again, always, forever.... the man of my life, friend, fierce protector, inspiration, beloved


Oh and one thing, the first Thanksgiving was not at Plymouth Rock. It was in Virginia at what would later be called Berkley Plantation.

Do we all go down together?

I was talking to an 81 year old neighbor the other day. He was coming home from work and commented that he was glad he was 81 and didn't have too much time left in this world becasue something bad is happening to America and it looked to him like things were about to fall apart. Yesterday my neighborhood dry cleaner told me that she's leaving in December. Business is terrible and her landlord jacked up the rent so high she can't pay. Everywhere Rocky and I go businesses, long established ones are closing. My dry cleaner has been here for 20 years!

The financial wise men in the news say that unless our country cuts drasticly and now, Depression is inevitable. Nobody will give, nobody wants to suffer for the whole so the whole will go down together I guess.  I'm reminded of the last lines of the Sherlock Holmes story where he sadly tells Watson that the life of the average Englishman is about to come to an end:

There's an east wind coming, Watson.... such a wind as never blew on England yet. It will be cold and bitter, Watson, and a good many of us may wither before its blast. But it's God's own wind none the less, and a cleaner, better, stronger land will lie in the sunshine when the storm has cleared.

— His Last Bow

This all sounds gloomy but God is in charge. If a chastising event comes who can really argue that it wasn't a due punishment? The blood of millions of children cries out for justice.  I suspect that it is only the extraordinary lives of prayer and sacrifice of our cloistered nuns, monks and the unknown saints among us that has stayed God's Hand so far. Pressue turns coal into diamonds and a few of us will be impressive sparklers.  May God's will be done.

Behold, the Cross

 

Man of Sorrows

This is hard to look at and yet, I can barely tear my eyes away. The greatest act of heroism that you can think of from history is only a faint echo of what Our Lord did on Good Friday.

Though thy mother forget thee...the feminists screwed up everything they touched

Last week two twelve year old boys pushed a shopping cart off a second storey level onto the head of a woman who was in the store shopping with her son. She survived and is in the hospital. She's horribly damaged. She may still die or she may live and never be the same again. Her life as she and her husband knew it, is over forever.  One of the mother's of one of the little delinquents, who was described by neighbors as being the biggest problem child in their apartment building, cried piteously, apologized in court and said that she needs help becuase she is a single mother. Her kid's depraved beacuase he's deprived so give him a break Mr. Judge...

I am really sick of the single mother excuse.

Society---you---me--- must stop celebrating, coddling and paying money to women who choose to have children out of wedlock. This is a form of child abuse. The widow and the unhappily divorced woman are not who I am talking about so please don't even think about them.  The ill raised boy next door or all the way in the worst part of the city may one day crawl into your bedroom window or he may grow up to be the teenager who decides to play the knock out game upside  your ancient and beloved grandfather's head so familial disfunction affects us all.

The woman who is perpetually grouchy with her child because she's  exhausted and so lonely that she's always on the hunt for a new man  and who pays more attention to  her new/current man than her innocent child is no modern day heroine. 

The woman of means who decides that she wants a baby, now, no matter what and doesn't need some man is no heroine either. I remember reading a memoir by a man whose highly educated and upper middle class mother frivolously  divorced his father because he was boring and left her unfulfilled. She then decided to have all the "fun" she'd been prevented from having before. This involved a lot of men and she was not discreet so her son was humiliated when the neighborhood kids mocked him. He was also frightened at times because some of the men his mom brought home were threatening characters. Eventually, his mother's wild oats were sowed and she settled down and married a nice man. She would like to forget her growing pains years. Her son could not. I'm not advocating that society go for the Hestser Prynne treatment but the "You go girl!," crap and the "Aren't you wonderful and amazing, and brave" patter needs to die. We desperately need another Dagger John Hughes.

Anne Coulter really said it best:

"Single motherhood is the apotheosis of the feminist vision: women without men! Except they're not without men. They're without one specific man with an interest in their particular children. But men -- and women -- across the country have been forcibly enlisted in the job of feeding, housing, and clothing single mothers and their children. The rest of us have to be constantly attuned to the needs of single mothers. Government policies are designed to support single mothers, rather than stop them. Churches, corporations, and nonprofit organizations are required to chip in to make up for single mothers' lack of husbands. I am woman, hear me roar! Hey, what's the holdup on my government check?"

St. Germaine, patron of ill used children, pray for us all.

a daughter of St. Scholastica

Being a librarian, I love photos in libraries and if it has a habited nun it's perfect.

Random thoughts as a migraine comes on

1. It’s easy and sometimes cathartic to mock Baby Boomers mainly because the rest of us are sick of hearing about the 60s (if every white person who claimed to have marched with MLK in Selma really did,, the marchers would've outnumbered the locals and if everyone who claims to have been at Woodstock really did the audience would've been bigger than the population of Rhode Island); but it saddens me to say that my generation, the GenXers has dropped the ball  in many ways. Go past any public high school and if you're appalled by the kids you see, do it knowing that those teens are the product of GenX parents. Man, a lot of us really blew it.
   
   
2. Who would you rather be? Cher’s daughter or any one of Michelle Duggar’s babies. I know who I’d pick.
   
   
3. The obsessive and seemingly endless gossip about the pope’s health is distasteful. He’s 84, people. It would be a miracle if he didn’t have some sort of ache, pain, or ongoing condition.  Pray for Papa and trust God. Let's not sit around like vultures studying him for signs of weakness. I hated it when the Catholic media did it with John Paul II and don't like seeing it now. I think I prefer the old Italian mindset that the pope is always in excellent health, thank you very much, until he's dead.
   
   
   
4. When in doubt, let the cops sort it out. If  you think a child molestation case is going on call the police. Don't sit on it. Don't tell just your boss and expect him or her to take care of it. If you are the boss don't try to protect the company/school/order/diocese...et cetera. You're only making things worse.
    Call the police. Do it anonymously if you're afraid for your job or your happy, normal life but do it. Calling the cops  may not do a lick of good and you may  think the accusation is nuts and you may even find yourself begging the accused for forgiveness if it turns out that someone was lying, but one day the story will come out. It may take years, decades even, but it will come out and at least you'll be able to say that you did all you could. You're going to have answer to God no matter what you do or fail to do, so you might as well avoid a Paterno/Flynn tragedy now.
   
   
5. This story is a gut punch. I’ve seen a number of relatives die from Alzheimer’s. My mother and I are currently trying to rescue a relative with dementia. Some days it seems like we're all living in that old Dennis Hopper Twilight Zone episode. Hitler's dead, of  course but the Nazi belief that some lives were unworthy of life remains.  Today they kill a woman who’s family says she wanted to die. Tomorrow they will simply kill all the dementia patients automatically. 

Our Lord was not a girlie man or a hippie

The King of Kings

It can't be said often enough, especially if you grew up in the 70s or 80s and those two particularly repulsive images were all you were exposed to.

A Foul mockery of marriage

  The Kardashian "marriage" and that tasteless spectacle of a wedding-- Ruyard Kipling would've had a field day with it-- is an extreme example of straight people making a mockery of the institution of marriage but it isn't the only one. Marriage has been wounded and most fouly defiled many times over and in many different ways. Nice, but unobservant people get upset about the loud, garishly shiny object in their view--- homosexual "marriage" and completely miss the incessant, quiet termite-like damage that millions of men and women have done to the first foundation of our civilization. If you fail to appreciate something don't be surprised if you lose it.

Rest in peace

My cousin Elvira passed away yesterday. Last month on the same date my cousin Jimmie passed. Rest in peace, may you both see the Holy Face of God.

Another thing I'm sick of hearing about...

Have you ever noticed that the people who yammer about materialism already have stuff? Yesterday I was leafing through a decorating magazine and saw a feature on a magnificent house that was done up for a Christmas photo shoot. The owner was quoted as saying that he and his wife didn't give each other Christmas gifts becuase they didn't want to give into the American consumerist culture. I threw the magazine down. Here was an obviously wealthy man who'd spent a fortune on his house (and more power to him, do what you please with your own money) and he was gassing about consumerism. I remember thinking, 'Dude, did you steal those antiques? Cause I know furniture of that quality didn't come from Salvation Army and I know your gardener didn't work on those magnificent grounds for free.

A few months earlier I read a blog post on a Catholic blog written by someone was bitching about her foray to the local mall and the sights and sounds of the great unwashed masses. I almost wrote into to complain. Here she was criticizing the working class women buying stuff  when she, judging by what she says on her blog, is living very well. It's pretty low to criticize a stranger for buying a Jessica Simpson purse just because she wants it and can afford it when you're rocking a Louis Vuitton that you bought from this cute little shop in Italy and the fact that your trip to Italy was ostensibly to visit some shrines does not mitigate your lowness one bit. 

 Once many years ago my mother and one of  her friends were walking home after attending services at her friend's church. When asked how she liked it my mother frankly stated that she hadn't felt comfortable. The women at this church were obvoiusly in a much higher economic bracket than she was and it seemed to effect their treatment of anyone who didn't look like them. My mother said that they were swathed in real gems and furs while she was wearing respectable acrylic fake wool. There were stares and and she felt out of place. My mother's friend chided her for being... you guessed it... materialistic. Mama tartly replied that it was easy for her pal to talk since she was wearing a both a fur hat and coat herself.

Class warfare is dangerous and ugly.

Mass with "extras"... yuck

The battery in Rocky's car died and because he had to wait for a rescue from AAA we missed our regular Sunday Mass and had to go to another church. It was interesting. The choir was large and they could sing but oh man.... they sang dreck.  At one point during the first ooey-gooey teenage pop love song I thought, "Are they singing about a dude  or the Lord?" It was just revolting. The Communion song was better but since its lyrics were written to sound like Jesus talking to us I wasn't comfortable with it. Something just didn't feel right about putting words in Our Lord's mouth.  The psalm sounded like the chorus from the musical, "Cats". The choir also sang a Gloria so long that Rocky raised an eyebrow, babies wailed and even the priest looked like a restless little boy.

Before Mass a lector announced what the readings would be and gave us a mini homily of what they all meant. This always irritates me. Did this nice, well meaning lady think that we were all illiterate and couldn't read the missal or had she been told that the folks in the pews were too stupid to figure out what they were hearing and needed it broken down to easily digested mental pap?

After this we were instructed to rise and greet our neighbors. We, and the people around us did as we were told but we all seemed somewhere between bemused and embarassed about it. After this  pre-liturgy rite, Mass finally began. The priest, thank God was serious  and gave us a fine homily. This wasn't the worst Mass we've ever been to and I'm just glad we were able to fulfill our Sunday duty.

The Novus Ordo already comes with options so why do liturgists have add all this extra, unapproved stuff? Do they think they're defying the bishop? Please! As long as there's no scandals, the bishop doesn't care.  Do they think they're defying the Pope? The Holy Father will never know about the antics of one suburban parish in America. Are they thumbing their noses at conservative or traditional Catholics? Neither group would set foot in this parish unless they had to. I just don't get it and I wonder how the newly corrected translation of the Mass will go down with this particular parish.