Monthly Archives: August 2024

By now you have no doubt heard that Archbishop Carlo Maria Vigano has finally (finally!) stated what we have known for some time – that Jorge Bergoglio is an antipope – and for the reason that not a few of us have been shouting for a while; that being that Pope Benedict XVI never validly abdicated the papal throne.

https://exsurgedomine.it/240808-marshall-eng/

Please do read it. It is a beauty.

Today is also the feast of St. Lawrence, Archdeacon of the Roman Pontiff Sixtus II, who met one of the most gruesome ends for a follower of the Lord. Plenty had been martyred by his day yet it was Lawrence’s martyrdom of which St. Augustine is said to have remarked, “At the death of Lawrence, all of Rome became Christian.”

Fr. Z. has a piece about the “Tears of St. Lawrence” AKA the Perseid Meteor Shower that happens this time every year. Please check that out as well.

https://wdtprs.com/2024/08/the-tears-of-st-lawrence-2024-the-perseid-meteors-wherein-fr-z-rants/

Lawrence died with the most epic sense of humor, born out of such intense love for Christ. I have called upon his intercession many times while hovering over my grill in the burning Texas heat.

This morning I was blessed to attend a sung Mass in a church named for St. Lawrence. The parking ticket from the Harrisburg meter maids was totally worth it (he said with a wry smile).

St. Lawrence was slowroasted for his testimony to the Truth. And the “wheat falling to the ground certainly bore much fruit,” as Our Lord foretold it would. Funny how that happens.

Archbishop Vigano? I doubt he’ll end up on a gridiron but we’ve all known of his treatment at the hands of the “cabal”.

I will leave you with the words of the collect from his Mass, which I find particularly both poignant and amusing for this comedian-martyr.

“Grant us, we beseech Thee, almighty God, to extinguish the flames of our sins, as Thou didst grant St. Lawrence to overcome the fires of his tortures.”

Per Dominum Nostrum…

“You may turn me over now. Im done on this side!”

More on Lawrence to come.

There’s a prayer my son and I pray every night when we head out in the car to take a little drive around town. We go out to say our night prayers and any of my novena prayers that I haven’t finished yet. The prayer (found in most 1962 hand missals) reads as follows:

“O God, Who hast doomed all men to die but hast concealed from all the hour of 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 peace of a good conscience and in the embraces of Thy love, through Christ our Lord. Amen.”

I happened to be driving up I-71 in northern Kentucky just moments ago. Actually, I happened to be (uncharacteristically for me) the passenger as my niece drove for a bit. I told her the story of the infamous Kentucky bus collision of 1988. Then we passed the sign.

Friends, you never know when God will call you to judgment.

I’m sure the 27 young people taken that night didn’t suspect it was their time when they boarded the bus.

Be prepared.

STAY CONFESSED!

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Shortly after posting I continued down the road and encountered the world’s largest Immaculate Heart of Mary flag flying high above the same highway with a beautifully painted “Pray the Rosary” sign in front. The flag is from Tradflags.com. Please support them. They are magnificent.

And I tell you… it’s like the Underground Railroad trying to find a TLM out here. And “here’s is the upper Southeast and rust belt.

For a special intention. Thank you!

I’m planning to write a bit more on that but in the meantime, here’s a great sermon I listened to on Our Lady of the Snow. Enjoy.

Toward the end of a beautiful Sunday after a family gathering, my mother-in-law was found doing what she enjoys doing – my dishes. Seriously, I always appreciate the help.

Seeing a certain glass on the counter I remarked, “Oh, I hadn’t seen that one since we bought it at the Prohibition Myseum.” To which my mother-in-law replied, “Yeah, I’ve been using that one all day. But where did you get it again?”

I sensed some general confusion.

“The National Prohibition Museum?” I said, inquisitive that she clearly didn’t see the logo etched on one side of the glass – the side opposite the drawing of a woman. “That’s why it has this picture of Carrie Nation on it with the phrase “All Nations welcome except Carrie.”

We paused and looked at the glass together until the answer I was hoping for came forth.

“Oh,” she said. “I just assumed that was Mother Cabrini.”

And life goes on.