Monthly Archives: July 2022

Pro Deo et Pro Patria

First, a big thanks to you my readers and friends, for indulging me on that last post. I’ve had that thought on my mind for a while and was looking for a slow news day to write it.

Today we celebrated the 4th of July. My family and I are very fortunate – blessed beyond measure in many ways. These days, that could simply mean (as it does) that we can still fill our car several times a week. But one particular area of life stands out; and that is the city in which we live.

Anyone who really knows me knows that I’ve had my heart set on returning to my native east coast for as long as I’ve lived in Texas. That is not a disparaging commentary on Texas. Some of the greatest blessings I’ve ever had have been precisely because I live here. Take for instance my mother-in-law, who in many ways is like a best friend. We get along so well. She brought me into the Latin Mass. We see each other every day (at Latin Mass). This place has its downsides too. It’s 105 degrees in the shade at 9AM this time of year. So there’s a definite trade off. In fact, it’s mostly the climate (and a desire to help take care of my own dear mother in her older years).

One thing this town does right, however, is that somehow it has maintained a stereotypical small town feel despite being a rather large sized city. At no other time is this more apparent than on the 4th of July. Before mass we headed out to the city’s Independence Day parade. The color guard, the fire truck, civic groups tossing candy from floats… There was no Uncle Sam on stilts but I can’t expect everything.

It is an annual tradition that I actually like a lot. It reminds me of an America that once was great and of the greatness that once was America.

If your intellect hasn’t been completely darkened by unrepentant mortal sin (that is, if you’re not driving around alone in a car with two masks on) you know what I’m talking about. To borrow some phrases from President Trump’s 2020 stump speech, this is the nation that built the railroads and reached the moon. We freed the slaves and freed Europe. This land gave us Harriet Tubman and Fulton Sheen. I could go on. All of these things make me proud. Of our past.

Resting place of Ven. Fulton Sheen, Peoria, IL

We also export abortifacients and pornography like they’re going out of style. We are the new Sodom. We imprison political dissidents. We have murdered generations of our own people. We turn men into boys and then boys into girls and then declare that a woman is whatever anyone wants a woman to be. We cannot escape the freemasonic foundations of this place…

We are Rome.

For a brief moment this morning I forgot all the bad things and was taken back to a happier time – that “shining city on a hill” President Reagan talked about so cheerfully.

Then we went to Mass.

I was reminded here that our home is no country on this earth. The state should exist to support the Church – the Catholic Church – in Her mission of saving souls because those souls were created for our true home in heaven – our true native land, as the last line of O Salutaris reminds us. Nobis donet in Patria!

And yet the true virtue of patriotism still wells up in my heart on a day like this. I love my country. I love what she once was and what I pray she will become again. I pray for our leaders even if they are illegitimately reigning. I pray for the “Catholic” leaders who promote baby murder especially. But my focus must be on God and on His Incarnate Son who died so I might live with Him forever in my true home.

For God and for country.

Pro Deo et pro Patria.

May God bless the United States! And may we always focus on our eternal home above all else. The Immaculate Heart of the Virgin will triumph. Remember that.

O Blessed Virgin Mary, Immaculate Conception, pray for us, the people of these 50 states under Thy patronage!

Thinking of You… Gross

Several years back, before we knew his depths of depravity, my mom gave me a book of the collected weekly columns of Theodore McCarrick. The book, titled Thinking of You, contains hundreds of Teddy’s weekly columns that appeared in The Catholic Standard, the archdiocesan newspaper for Washington. McCarrick had written the column for 14 years prior to assuming that see when he was Archbishop of Newark. I’ve held onto the book only because I think it might be a collectors item at this point. That is, if one is a collector of the bizarre.

Every so often I will pull the book off the shelf and thumb through the pages. What amazes me is just how ambiguous the words are. Much like the vaunted documents of Vatican II, every missive in this tome could be read with a straight face and could have been written by a straight man. It is only in knowing the backstory that one sees the hidden and disgusting rot that pervades this man’s evil mind. Take the following for instance.

“Even though I know that some of you in your great kindness might have some feelings of sadness about my retirement, I really want to assure you that the coming of Archbishop Donald Wuerl is the best thing that could happen to this beloved Archdiocese of Washington. He is truly a good man.”

“A Very Good Man”, May 18, 2006

First, diabolical narcissist much? The first few words read like a Facebook post of a 13 year-old girl. “Like and share if you don’t think I’m not pretty.” On the surface it seems like a banal, congratulatory note of approval for one’s successor. Yet McCarrick knew full well that Wuerl was not a good man. He was one of Teddy’s handpicked boys, someone who had presided over a funeral mass for a priest who had been murdered by a gay rent boy, assuring the congregation that the man was in heaven. No, when McCarrick said Wuerl was a good man, he meant “he’ll do exactly what I trained him to do and that is to wreck the Church.”

It’s kind of like how when Sacrosanctum Concillium says that Latin is to be retained in so many words, yet we end up with a Church who’s mother tongue is all but forgotten because “hey, we still drop a literal word of Latin in once a year or so”. And technically they’re right.

Funny how the key players in attempting to topple the Church all knew the same tricks, isn’t it?

Thinking of you… Gross. Please don’t.

UPDATED: You’re a Grand Old Flag!

Friends, this is just a quick post tonight. I worked hard today. I’m tired but satisfied. A brother parishioner (and I do hope that each of you reading can find a TLM parish where you make these kind of lifelong, like-minded friends) came over and helped with a project.

We put up a flagpole!

I mentioned recently that I had purchased a Sacred Heart flag from Deborah. The flag arrived a few days ago. But sitting in the packaging does nothing to tell the world that Christ is King over my quarter-acre. Last year for Father’s Day, my kids (and wife) had given me a 20’, made-in-the-USA, aluminum, telescoping flagpole. Today was finally the day to set it in concrete.

Have you ever been to Texas? Did you know that there’s a layer of topsoil and that just about 10 inches below that is nothing but clay? Did you further know that after weeks of 100+ degree heat and no rain, clay basically becomes adobe brick?

Yeah… I found that out today.

We dug.

We dug some more.

After two hours with frequent breaks for shade and water we were all of 16” deep. That would be fine except we had to go 26” down.

My friend (a landscaper by trade) spritzed some water at the hole from my garden hose. Nothing happened. It’s that dry.

That’s when I grabbed a bottle of Epiphany Water – the atomic holy water – and sprinkled literally a drop into the hole. I quietly said, “Lord Jesus Christ, please dispatch Thy holy angels to loosen this soil so we can finish this project and honor Thy Sacred Heart.”

We sat down for five minutes; something about a beer and a smoke.

And then I picked up the shovel and removed ten inches of mud and dirt in two minutes.

A few hours later, once everything had cured, we have this…

Adveniat Regnum Tuum!

On Monday I will probably raise Old Glory to commemorate the 246th anniversary of New Jersey’s independence from Great Britain. And after that? I think the Sacred Heart dripping His Precious Blood needs to fly high over my house for a long while.

Sacred Heart of Jesus, have mercy on me, a sinner!

Our Lady of Guadalupe, pray for us!

Mother Cabrini, pray for us!

Padre Pio, pray for us!

Holy Guardian Angel, my monitor and friend, pray for us!

Bonus!

Happily, happily, happily, May the reign of Christ come!

Two Rites Don’t Make a Right: Why Mutual Enrichment Was Wrong All Along (and Bonus Round-up)

Today is the First Class Feast of the Most Precious Blood of Our Lord. Praised be God! This feast commemorates the awe-inspiring shedding of the Blood of Jesus Christ – from His Circumcision to His Agony in the Garden to His Scourging and Crowning with Thorns to His Crucifixion. In particular I like to meditate on the Lancing His lifeless Body received at the hands of a Roman soldier. Each and every Drop was shed for you and for me. In fact, the first Drop spilled from His circumcision would have been enough to save the entire world but He continued on to show the depths of His love for us. Simply beautiful.

Crucifix, Shrine of Ss. Cyril and Methodius, Dubina, TX

This, of course, is not at all celebrated in Novie land. There I go again. Forgive what sounds like a slur. In the current General Roman Calendar – the one that senselessly saw the feasts of dozens of saints removed as merely legend and fable and others like St. Benedict moved from March to July – today is the Memorial of Fr. Serra. Don’t get me wrong. Junipero Serra was a great man. I’ve visited his missions in California. That being said, the whole thing points to a bigger issue.

I was chatting with some fellow parishioners this morning and, as always seems to be the case in a trad parish, the conversation turned its way to, “Can we eat meat today?” Trying to reason the whole thing out in my mind yet not taking a side, I joined in with, “Well in the 1983 Code of Canon Law, solemnities are not days of fasting when they fall on a Friday.” I then asked out of genuine curiosity whether a first class feast is equivalent to a solemnity. There does not appear to be a clear answer. Remember that trad parishes are kind of the bastard orphan-child afterthought of Vatican II and now it seems Bergoglio would like to see them and their members returned to the steps of the foundlings home.

I consulted with a friend who gave it his best shot and told me that in the new calendar the Precious Blood feast was abolished, melded into Corpus Christi which is technically called (now) Solemnity of the Most Holy Body and BLOOD of the Lord. OK, so why was that done? Who the hell knows. Innovation or something. No one can explain it. But my friend further explained that since this feast doesn’t really exist (in the contemporary calendar) and since trads don’t use the language of “solemnity”, one could celebrate with a steak dinner but might want to pray an extra rosary. I appreciated his effort.

Or, as one of the women in my conversation said while throwing her hands up, “I guess it all depends on how hard you want to trad.”

Two forms and one rite, right? Actually, don’t we have at least three forms in that one rite what with the Anglican Ordinariate’s liturgy and all? I mean, they’re still Roman. But wait… ever since Traditiones Custodes, they say that the Missal of 1970 is the sole expression of the Roman Rite or possibly its two later revisions.

It has been theorized by not a few people that Pope Benedict in Summorum Pontificum used the language of “ordinary” and “extraordinary” forms so as to avoid priests of the Roman Rite needing additional faculties – faculties that might never be granted them by a vengeful bishop. Remember also that Benedict expressed hope that the two “forms” would provide “mutual enrichment” for one another. So how has that been working out? A single chanted Kyrie in a Novus Ordo mass during Lent?

Yet here we are. Figuring out a simple calendar of saints is more confusing than the menu at Cheesecake Factory and the Ordo about twice as long.

Do we really have one Roman Rite?

You know the answer.

And for that matter, doesn’t the confusion caused in the violent upheaval of the public worship of the church overnight signal that something is awry?

Oh I get it! We were all supposed to just follow blindly and never question anything! Unfortunately some things can’t be unseen nor unlearned. I mean think about it. We are literally being told by a man not canonically elected to anything that the venerable worship of the Church is kaput and we’re being naughty for clinging to things like a feast day to celebrate our redemption? I’ll never forget as a child learning that my older brother had taken the name of a saint – Christopher – for confirmation only to find out he “wasn’t a saint anymore” from one of his teachers. My father dusted off the bullshit flag and ran that one up the pole real fast. My brother lives happily under the patronage of the patron of travelers to this day.

Think about it.

Round-up

I’m going to throw a little bomb here and then walk away. But it seems many women in trad communities are vehemently opposed to their infant sons being circumcised. That may be some overlap between the trad circle and the granola circle honestly. It’s an unusual Venn diagram. Just an observation.

Also, a reader emailed me with some excellent information on men wearing hats! Specifically , he listed some shops and gave general ideas to help get you started. Remember, gentlemen, the protocol for a gentleman (never a “guy” or *shudder* a “lad”) is to cover one’s head when outdoors. Remove the cover when indoors except in crowded lobbies and elevators. And ALWAYS remove the hat when the Holy Name of Jesus is mentioned in your presence. If that Name is used in blasphemy, you should also 1) correct the offender and 2) say a quick prayer of reparation. “My Jesus, Mercy!” works just fine. I will post more on the hat advice later.

Finally, my Sacred Heart “Adveniat Regnum Tuum” flag arrived! I am so excited to display this that I’ll be erecting a 20’ flagpole out front for the occasion. Email me for instructions on how to order one. No, I am not the seller.

Here’s to a wonderful weekend and I hope you all had a blessed Feast of the Precious Blood!

Mother of Sorrows, pray for us!

St. Christopher, pray for us!