Monthly Archives: August 2023

I am not at World Youth Day right now.

Instead I’ve spent the past week doing hard manual labor in blistering 109° weather. Building a fence (not a bridge). I’ve also been to Latin Mass every day, confession twice, read some Fathers and Doctors, prayed 15 decades every day, and am generally living my life as a man, a husband, and a father. Toss in caring for a sick wife and pulling double-duty in her absence while she recovers and you’ve got yourself a busy Harvey.

As for the youth in my life – my two teenage children? I figured it was better to teach them the Catholic faith than to ship them off to Lisbon to here a bunch of freemasonic faggots drone on about encounters and synodality and encounters of synodality. There is another “youth”, come to think of it. A young man of 22 whom I taught a few years ago. He heard I was building a fence and cheerfully volunteered to help. “I wouldn’t have made it through high school without you,” he said. He’s too kind but his assistance is invaluable. Perhaps I taught him something truly valuable – like how to attain heaven; but I think that credit belongs to his wonderful parents.

So the next WYD is where again? Hell? Yeah, I’ll pass on that one too.

Blessed Mother, Queen of the Church, pray for us!