Harvey Millican's Blog: Musings of a Trad Dad

This is the sky over Harrisburg, PA sent to me by my sister.

This is not normal.

And I don’t buy the Canadian wildfires story.

Always stay confessed.

I have been blessed in my life to know several discalced Carmelites. On this, the feast of Our Lady of Mount Carmel, I am offering my prayers for them. These include the Carmelite sisters in Fort Worth, TX, the Carmelite sisters in Dallas, TX, and a friend who became the extern of a Carmel that is no longer extant as such.

There is a saying:

“Day and night; on Carmel’s height, someone is always praying for you.”

What a comfort to know that these Carmelites – the sisters in particular – are literally propping up the Church and the world with their prayers!

Our Lady of Mount Carmel, pray for us! (And please everyone who reads this, say a prayer for my daughter who’s taking an important test today.)

And to my friends in Fort Worth, I remain on your side and pray for you daily.

What could possibly go wrong?…

Turn your kids over to Zorhan’s pals for the night? Why yes! That sounds nothing like a massive abuse scandal in the making. Sign me up!

Friends, I haven’t seen a worse idea since the Dallas Morning News published the parade route.

https://andrewdunn1.substack.com/p/no-a-novus-ordo-said-in-latin-is?publication_id=3471620&post_id=206944221&isFreemail=true&token=eyJ1c2VyX2lkIjoxNDg0NTA5MzcsInBvc3RfaWQiOjIwNjk0NDIyMSwiaWF0IjoxNzgzOTk1NzYyLCJleHAiOjE3ODY1ODc3NjIsImlzcyI6InB1Yi0zNDcxNjIwIiwic3ViIjoicG9zdC1yZWFjdGlvbiJ9.NlE5IqQ8OeCkjjnzi0hoaDleHC3UzfjtOtvWSNKuonA&r=2gdth5&triedRedirect=true

It was the song playing for our first dance as man and wife 19 years ago today.

And it’s still true.

Death comes for us all.

Stay confessed.

“O God, Who hast doomed all men to die but hast concealed from all the hour of their death; grant that I may pass my days in the practice of holiness and justice and that I may deserve to quit this world in the embraces of Thy love, Who lives and reignest, world without end.”

I’m with the wife and kids on a weekend trip.

You could say I’m in search of Windswept House.

***UPDATE: I realize after hearing from a reader this might look like the town in South Carolina where the Prologue takes place. It’s Galveston, TX, where the Gladstone’s live.