Harvey Millican's Blog: Musings of a Trad Dad

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/

It’s getting weird.

https://youtu.be/fbeokLw-ZCo?si=U-FIJHsaUusebW5v

May I also ask prayers for safe travels? I’m flying out on business this evening. Thank you!

From the daily meditations of Liguori:

“Blessed Denis the Carthusian says that the Passion of Jesus Christ was called an excess, —And they spake of his excess, which he would accomplish in Jerusalem (Luke ix. 31), –because it was an excess of mercy and of love: “The Passion of Jesus Christ is said to be an excess, because in it was shown forth an excess of love and of compassion.” O my God, and where is the believer who could live without loving Jesus Christ, if he were frequently to meditate upon His Passion? The Wounds of Jesus, says St. Bonaventure, are all of them Wounds of love. They are darts and flames which wound the hardest hearts, and kindle into a flame the most frozen souls: “O Wounds that wound stony hearts; and set frozen minds on fire!” In order the more strongly to impress upon his heart a love towards Jesus in His Passion, the Blessed Henry Suso one day took a knife, and cut out in letters upon his breast the Name of his beloved Lord. And, when thus bathed in blood, he went into the church and, prostrating himself before the Crucifix, he said: “Behold, O Lord, Thou only love of my soul, behold my desire. I would gladly have written Thee deeper within my heart; but this I cannot do. Do Thou, Who canst do all things, supply what is wanting in my powers, and imprint Thy adorable Name in the lowest depths of my heart, that so it may no more be possible to cancel in it either Thy Name or Thy love.”

I’m off to lower the Texas flag to half-staff now…