Harvey Millican's Blog: Musings of a Trad Dad

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I’ve got so much to say about this hat I’m tired and going to bed. Stay confessed.

Depending on who you ask, those are the numbers of triple digit temperatures this summer where I live in Texas. The consecutive days without rainfall is even higher. It’s late September and there appears no end in sight. I know Mark Doherty is probably saying, “Hold my beer” out in Phoenix but this just isn’t right so late in the season.

Perhaps a novena is in order.

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I will add one thing to the discussion and perhaps any reader who knows can email me with the correct answer. Recently after Mass, the priests returned to the sanctuary and displayed a relic of the True Cross. We had been told during the sermon that this relic (any relic of the True Cross) is one that we “adore” and not simply venerate because this one has Our Lord’s Blood on it. With that in mind, after the reliquary was placed on a side altar, I saw many approach and genuflect to it. Again, I had not heard of this custom before but I’m happy to learn. Anyone have any thoughts on this?

When my son was a little boy, I taught him about the value of suffering. I made sure he was good and immersed.

I made him a Mets fan.

And tonight, the Amazins did not disappoint.

After a mid-season 12 game losing streak, the somehow battled back to come within a few games of the postseason.

And tonight, they were officially eliminated.

Oh well, there’s always next year.

One good thing about this season, though, was that I got this to happen while my boy and I attended one of their few wins for his 18th birthday.

Also, I got to meet Mr. Met so there’s that.

Ecce, Lingum Crucis!

Just landed back home hopefully for a while. Came across an old post and thought it was still timely. Take a look.

It was never free…

This morning finds me back home in what is still the greatest city on earth. Though others have forgotten; I will never forget the bravery of our firemen. The ran in when others were running out.

“Greater love hath no man than that he lays down his life for a friend.”