Harvey Millican's Blog: Musings of a Trad Dad

Holy Week is upon us.

I would like to offer this brief reflection. I am paraphrasing here and – my apologies, but I cannot recall if I heard this from the late Bishop Williamson or from Fr. Mawdsley – but consider this.

“If the sight of Our Crucified Lord does not move you, can you not look upon this woman and shed bitter tears for her anguish? Did she deserve this?”

This perfect creature of God – she who became daughter of the Father, Mother of the Son, and Spouse of the Holy Ghost – radiant in her humility… This magnificent and most loving mother endured her Son’s Passion. Was it fair? Can you not feel sorrow for her and realize that it was you who caused this? I crucified her Son a dozen times today by indifference, malice, unbecoming speech, etc. I MUST look to her more and more and beg her to let me stand with her at the foot of His cross in every Holy Mass.

When He asked her at Cana, “Woman, what to me and to thee?” this is what He knew would happen. And she still said, “Do whatever He tells you.”

Loving Mother, wrap me in thy mantle. Pour out the Precious Blood of thy Son on me. Obtain for me the grace to perfectly do His will. Let me suffer with thee and with Him!

Our Lady of Sorrows, pray for me.

A dear friend just received a devastating diagnosis. Please, if you read this, could you spare even a single Hail Mary? If you could spare a rosary, that would be better. If you have it in you to spare your Holy Week in prayer and fasting for a man you’ve likely never met but who’s wife and 8 children desperately need a miracle soon, well, I couldn’t ask more of you. His name is Brian.

Stay confessed…

And thank you!

One of my little side quests in life of late has been to capture images of all the American Airlines heritage livery airplanes. I recently snapped this:

Trans World Airlines, AKA: TWA. Admittedly not the greatest shot but it’s still cool to see the livery of an airline that went under 25 years ago getting ready to take to the skies once again.

Unfortunately for aviation geeks like me, American did not absorb such greats as Eastern, Pan Am, or even the iconic “little guys” like People Express or New Yor Air. I loved that red fuselage with the apple on the vertical stabilizer.

Flying home from a work trip yesterday, I encountered a little problem. My suitcase was very obviously over the fifty pound weight limit. That means I would be paying as much as a $200 overage fee. What to do? I had to bring my gear back. Well, I stopped on my way to the airport and purchased a smaller carry on suitcase. Even still, the big case was still over. Do I have a scale? No. But I’ve lifted enough weights to know the difference between fifty pounds and seventy-five pounds. Walking into the terminal I said a little prayer to my guardian angel.

“Friend, can you maybe lift up on the suitcase a little when I put iron the scale?”

Guess what the total weight was….

If you said just under fifty, you’d be correct.

That angel… Always willing to help out.

For more safe travels.

Thank you!

Reposting from one year ago. I still have to formulate my intentions.

I come across some bizarre news stories on any given day. This one might just take the cake.

https://wtop.com/charles-county/2026/03/quadruple-amputee-pro-cornhole-player-charged-with-murder-in-md-shooting/