On the Third Sunday of Advent we encounter the following from Isaias at the Communion verse:
“Dícite: pusillánimes, confortámini et nolíte timére: ecce, Deus noster véniet et salvábit nos.”
My hand missal gave an English rendering along these line…
“Say: Ye fainthearted, take courage and fear not: behold our God will come, and will save us.”
And yet, my personal Latinist confirms for me that the word after “Dicite” could indeed be translated differently in modern English. Although I like the idea of telling all the pansy men out there to man up because God is coming, this is a family blog and I shall leave it to your imagination.
Nonetheless, man up, fellas. If those among us who head diocese aren’t willing to be men, then those of us who head families surely must. Now is not the time for the “fainthearted”. If I’ve learned anything this Advent it is that God comes for each of us. Stay confessed. Offer your sufferings to Him. Ask Him daily for good works to perform and He will give them to you. Offer them to Him as well. Pray much – every hour should be sanctified to Him in prayer.
On Thursday night, December 14, 2023, only 15 days past his 86th birthday, Fr. James Buckley departed this earthly life.
And what a life!
Although it seems impossible, there are probably a few people in the trad world who did not know Father. I would like to give just one quick story to illustrate the love this holy priest had for his people and for the holy priesthood.
Father was instrumental in my own love of tradition and he didn’t even know it. His preaching was flawless. He was a gifted teacher and even in his later years he could preach a perfect sermon off the cuff replete with accurate dates and names of obscure saints and references to literary masterpieces. All the while he was fascinating and humorous and joyful and faithful. I loved hearing him preach.
But I loved even more finding myself in his confessional.
Father would frequently reference St. Ignatius and quote him. “When you wake up in the morning, ask yourself, ‘Christ died for me. What have I ever done for Christ?’” He would assign seemingly harsh penances but always explain why. “When you pray your rosary over the next ten days,” he would say – the assumption being that you would be saying your rosary daily, “I want you to pray three decades of it with your arms outstretched in the manner of Christ on the Cross.” He would then explain that he wanted me to not only come to imitate Our Lord perfectly that I might grow in holiness but also, “so you can perform true penances in this life. If you have to do them after you die, it’s going to be worse for you. Also, read the nineteenth chapter of John’s Gospel every day.”
I am sure he had seen it all in his life and I only came to know him over the past few years. But boy did I love seeing him walking across the parking lot on his way to the church to hear hours of confessions.
Tonight, traveling, I found myself at an FSSP parish in the northeast. At the beginning of Mass, the young priest announced that this would be a requiem Mass for Fr. Buckley.
And sitting in the back of this beautiful church as Mass progressed, I cried for Father and for the beauty of his life and the magnificence of the traditional Latin Mass he loved and that he offered so reverently.
Please pray for Father’s soul.
Our Lady, Mother of Priests, pray for us!
Fourth Station, St. Therese Catholic Church, Memphis, TN
I set out this morning on a bit of a road trip, hitching a ride with my niece who attends school nearby to where I live in Texas and is driving home to the Northeast for Christmas. It saved me using airline miles that could otherwise be available for an emergency and I just love road trips. My niece is also a lot of fun so I was really looking forward to this.
I always like to go to confession before a travel excursion. Only, yesterday I had been too busy to make that happen. No worries, though, as the Blessed Mother has always come through when I’ve asked her to help me find a priest for this sacrament.
She sent me my answer in Memphis at a beautiful church named in honor of the Little Flower. Not only confession, but… Adoration was taking place.
I’d like to ask for everyone’s continued prayers for a friend who is in his final days. The Lord knows who this man is so your prayers will indeed be effective.
Also, I just heard the most beautiful story about a series of miracles in the life of another friend (a fellow parishioner). I cannot share the details but I thought it was so neat how she described the events that I had to take a moment to acknowledge them. Remember, with God, ALL things are possible.
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