Check this:
https://www.youtube.com/live/58t_SLVZtNo?si=32gl1UGzz742YfaG
Go to 2:21 and watch if you can stomach it.
Go with your gut on this, friends. Although my kids are older now (and both very good shots and thereby able to defend themselves) I really don’t think I would have felt comfortable, leaving them in the presence of a man as flamboyant as this. But he’s synodal, I bet.
He’s one of them. ‘Nuff said.
https://www.pillarcatholic.com/p/confirmed-joliets-bishop-hicks-to
For only the second time in history, the New York Archdiocese will have a living retired Archbishop.
We shall see how this pans out. Looks like old Timmy don’t do much to sure up too many priestly vocations. 18 in formation for a diocese of 2.5 million Catholics?!
From the Collect of the Mass:
“Hasten, we beseech Thee, O Lord, tarry not: and grant us the help of Thy heavenly power, that they who trust in Thy loving kindness may be relieved by the consolations of Thy coming: Qui Vivis et Regnat…”
If your Advent thus far has been anything like mine, a day of fasting wouldn’t hurt for sure.
Yesterday morning after the 7 AM Mass I headed out on a quite-routine road trip. My niece – a young woman who is a junior in college in the same town where I live in Texas – was about to drive home to Pennsylvania for Christmas. Not wanting a young lady to make that kind of trip alone, I took the keys and said, “Step aside sister. Daddy’s driving.” My sister and brother-in-law had already bought me a plane ticket home so you see it was a family effort.
On day one we made it to Nashville. I’ve driven the whole thing in one shot before but thought I’d take a break this time. This morning I woke up and headed out for day 2.
All was well until the final thirty miles. It seems the lower Susquehanna valley had gotten a few inches of snow earlier in the evening.
The trip was great. I got my niece hooked on Candace Owens. We visited four different Buc-ee’s. I went through a few packs of Marlboros and many cups of coffee. Did you think I’d relinquish the wheel? Silly.
And after fifteen-hundred miles I hit the last five hundred feet on the road leading to their house, turned to my niece, and said, “Well girl, we’ve been golden until now. Now it’s time to pop the curb on this black ice, skid down the lawn, and slam into that tree.”
Fortunately that didn’t actually happen. But the Blessed Mother and our guardian angels intervened.
There is something about the actual and sacramental grace that comes with being a dad that truly transforms a man’s life. Every person who is even a few minutes younger than me is like my kid and I WILL protect them.
A good time was had by all.
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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!
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