Frank Walker is not only the hardest working man in the world but one of the kindest as well. He has given a platform to this no-name blogger to share his thoughts as well as countless others. Recently Frank sat down with Stephen Kokx of Kokx News (another really decent reporter, by the way) to discuss his site, Canon212.
Do check it out.
https://youtu.be/MjopPkKERW8?si=YCf8Qq6_JNj__aJV
So moved was I by the sermon at the solemn Mass I attended this evening for the feast of Our Lady of Guadalupe that I had to write about it before heading off to bed.
The sinless and perfectly beautiful Mother of God so loves th sinful race of man, to whom, from Calvary., she is also mother, that she comes again and again in marvelous ways to help, protect, guide, and warn us.
How could anyone, knowing this and believing this, express such open contempt for her as does th current crop in Rome is beyond my comprehension. But perhaps I’ve answered my own question question. Perhaps they (as Ann Barnhardt says) “just don’t believe any of that Catholic stuff”. She doesn’t use the word “stuff”.
It reminds me of a teenager who asks his mom to drop them off at the mall so we can hang out with his friends, but ask her to pull up to a side entrance so he doesn’t have to be seen with her because she’s just not that cool in his eyes.
Only a psychopath, narcissist, evil piece of trash would treat his mother like that. And believe me, she IS your mother whether you accept it or not.
When I think of the Blessed Mother, I think of and give thanks for the beauty of true womanhood that I see each day in my own mother, my wonderful wife,, her mother, and more and more my young daughter. I would no more be ashamed of Mary than I would of these fine ladis. In fact, my dad taught me by his example to place them on a pedestal, to seek there assistance, and to cherish them and protect them.
O Blessed Mother, co-Redemptrix and Mediatrix of all Grace, pray for us!
Today we celebrated the most moving feast of Our Lady, th Virgin of Guadalupe.
When one considers that the Queen of Heaven and Earth deigned to come to the poor Juan Diego – and by extension to all of us in this new world – purely out of love for us and that she left us so magnificent a sign of her presence, one can hardly help but to be moved almost to tears.
O sweetest Mother, Our Lady of Guadalupe, visit again this Thy land and these Thy children! Protect us from harm and lead us to Thy Son!
In the propers for the Mass we read this from Canticles:
“Alleluia , alleluia . The flowers have appeared in our land, the time of pruning is come. Alleluia.”
Sta confessed. What a terrible pruning is to come upon us.
This man is a sex pervert. If you spot him anywhere near the Deposit of Faith, do not approach him as he may be extremely faggotous.
And still they give a big old fabulous pass to the guy in white who keeps him in office.
But, what do I know…
On December 10, 1925, the Most Holy Virgin Herself appeared, and beside Her, borne by a luminous cloud, the Child Jesus. The Most Holy Virgin put Her hand on her shoulder and showed her, at the same time, a Heart surrounded by thorns which She held in the other hand. At that same moment, the Child said to her:
‘Have compassion on the Heart of your Most Holy Mother, covered with thorns with which ungrateful men pierce It at every moment, and there is no one to make an act of reparation to remove them.’
Read the rest here:
https://fatima.org/the-apparitions-at-pontevedra/
100 years ago today…
One hears a lot of talk (or at least I do in the things I listen to) about making frequent spiritual Communions. Below is a link to what I think is the most common prayer that one can pray in order to accomplish this.  It is easy to memorize. One could precede this with acts of faith, hope, and charity, and should always follow it up with a prayer of Thanksgiving. 
https://www.ewtn.com/catholicism/devotions/act-of-spiritual-communion-339
A few years ago, one of my sisters shared with me an idea that she had seen somewhere online to a simple (and I mean truly simple) project as a way to celebrate Advent. If you saw yesterday’s post, you know I’ve already got Christmas trees up. However, our main Christmas tree, though strung with lights, will remain undecorated until Christmas Eve. That’s something I started a few years ago and I really like the sentiment – it represents Christmas so it gets prettied up for Christmas. I am practical so many other decorations are in place. That’s more because we want our home to be ready for all those who may stop by in the name of Christ (and also to save my wife and I some stress).
But back to this project…
In case it wasn’t obvious, it’s an Advent candle for our lawn. Forgive the odd angle of the picture. I’m not trying to give too much away about the exterior of my house. And yes, there are three others. Originally, I had them arranged in a circle on my front lawn, but that proved to be impractical without adding lots and lots of greens. Now, they are lined up in what would otherwise be an empty garden bed.
Each candle is simply a 4’ tall piece of 4” diameter PVC pipe. At the top reach pipe rests a PVC coupler in which sits two thing. The first is a wind guard which is nothing more than a two liter plastic bottle cut in half and turned upside down. Inside of the that sits a solar powered landscaping light. I lucked out when I found lights that have a setting for “flicker“. Each pipe is spray painted purple and/or pink. The final touch was to spray on a foaming agent called Great Stuff which is widely available at any Home Depot or Lowes. Spraying around the top of the pipe, th foam slowly drips down and hardens to look like melted candle wax.
This was a very fun project tha I worked on one afternoon with my kids. It is perfect as a homeschooling project or just for the kids and dad to have an hour to spend working on something together.
It’s definitely not too late to make a set for yourself. Then simply add a new light each Sunday.
Hopefully, your neighbors will notice as did mine and ask the significance.
Enjoy!
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