Friends, two nights ago I posted a prayer request for a loved one who is suffering from Rocky Mountain Spotted Fever.
The patient, I am happy to report, is improving slowly.
Please continue to pray, especially through the intercession of Sr. Wilhelmina Lancaster. My family and I recently visited her remains. This was one of the most moving experiences of my life, and I have seen other incorruptibles before.
We’re asking Our Lord for a full and complete and rapid recovery and restoration to good health.
It seems our old friend, Howard Hubbard, Bishop Emeritus of Albany, has “married”. And here’s the kicker. It’s a chick!
Frank Walker really has to put up a disclaimer on some of his headlines. I almost fell off my chair laughing.
Background: Hubbard became Bishop of Albany in 1977 at the age of 39! He was named to the post by Pope Paul VI (remember him? The saint?). He held that post, systematically destroying the Church for 37 years. After his retirement all kinds of fun stuff emerged about his role in covering up sodomy and various other forms of sex crimes. I remember as a kid, my parents reading about him on a regular basis in papers like The Wanderer and asking, “When is John Paul going to remove him?!” Little detail: He was not removed. It seemed back then as now that no crime was too great, no heresy too significant to sack a bishop. Of course today we have the handful of actual good bishops removed or threatened for the sin of clinging to the Deposit of Faith. Hello, Bishop Strickland!
Mother of Priests, pray for us!
And now this man who never held Church teachings in very high regard before announced that he has once again dispensed himself from the Church’s law – this time regarding marriage. Another little detail: Observing the Church’s laws on matrimony is one of the PRECEPTS of the Church.
But back to the original observation.
Do we really believe this octogenarian is in a hetero-normative relationship? I’m only using that word because I hope to God there’s no sexual congress involved. I’m also vomiting a little as we speak. This would be like hearing that Paul Lynde or Jm J. Bullock were straight. Sorry, my Youtube feed recently suggested a bunch of old episodes of Hollywood Squares.
Anyway… The current bishop of Albany, Edward Scharfenberger says he is “processing this” but does clarify that the Church does not recognize the marriage and that Hubbard remains a bishop. My suggestion? Absolutely do not recognize the marriage AND laicize this creep yesterday.
Nothing a little late night trip to the ER can’t handle
Still, I’d appreciate a prayer for speedy recovery. Also, it’s not me. I am an ox. Let’s just say someone I know and love very much has incredible luck.
What kind of luck? “Buy a lottery ticket” luck. Each year around 500 people in this country get Rocky Mountain Spotted Fever and she happened to get the tick bite. That’ll teach us to visit the Rockies…
If it helps, I told her while we were sitting in the triage area that I once had Appalachian Mountain Fever. The symptoms were awful. My teeth fell out and I picked up the banjo.*
Our Lady Health of the Sick, pray for us!
Look carefully and you might spot the little bastard.
Tonight I would like to share with you a beautiful image that a dear friend sent to me.
I have admired the work of Hans Holbein the Younger for many years, in particular his Portrait of Sir Thomas More which I have seen in the Frick Collection in Manhattan.
This painting is a bit different however. Take a look.
The Body of the Dead Christ in the Tomb, Hans Holbein the Younger, 1522
It is striking to me. And since this is a subject for meditation, I shall say no more other than that the Body of Christ (the Church) will have to suffer as He did. I would say we’re on the Road to Calvary already.
The former Nuncio and current Prelate of Mystery speaks of what he knows. I will admit that Archbishop Vigano has said some things that have made me scratch my head in the past. Actually it was one thing and he may not have been totally off base with his comments about Donald Trump being some kind of katechon. Nonetheless, he seems to have figured out the enemy’s plan.
Folks, if you haven’t figured out by now that Jorge Bergoglio is an antipope and that his plan is to isolate the remaining faithful Catholics of the world while confusing all the rest then I can’t help you much.
Use your common sense. Use your God-given gift of reason. Use the gifts of the Spirit you received in confirmation. But use them now and resolve to cling to the Truth.
St. Joseph’s and Immaculate Heart of Mary Catholic Church (SSPX), Colton, CA. Sent by a reader.
The man has said he will schism the Church. We know that’s not possible for an actual pope to do.
He dialogues and encounters with every manner of degenerate but calls Catholics “rigid” and worse.
So Vigano thinks we’re going to be forced into a Bergoglian-elevated SSPX and then excommunicated. Some of us have been saying this for a while. It’s not hard to read the signs.
What is interesting is that Vigano proposes a solution to keep us united. Go read the article and decide for yourself.
Already in my own circles, I know people who are converting guest bedrooms and spare rooms into lodging for cancelled priests and home chapels. I proposed a year ago that we form a network of priests willing to offer the Latin Mass so that we know where to go when that day comes. I think of it as an “Underground Railroad” of sorts for the TLM crowd.
But we must have a plan. So “put on your thinking caps,” as Sr. Assunta used to say. She was my first grade teacher, you know before her refusal to abandon her habit made her a pariah to her order and she was banished. Even in the 1980’s my mom knew where the wind was blowing. It wasn’t too much longer before we were homeschooled.
St. Martha, pray for us!
PS: Might I ask prayers for several personal intentions this week? I appreciate it greatly!
I took a break from the back-breaking labor I’ve been doing the past week. I’m building a fence which requires the demolition of not one but two other fences. But that’s another story.
I took said break because my daughter asked for a family movie night. Somehow we settled on the Gary Sinkse version of of Mice and Men.
I am so disturbed now.
I suppose next time I’ll pick something light like Schindler’s List.
I was captivated by a small detail I read in a news article about the late singer Sinead O’Connor this past week.
In her obituary it said that the was born Sinead Marie Bernadette O’Connor on December 8, 1966 (Feast of the Immaculate conception) in the Cascia House Nursing Home in Dublin.
It also listed the rather odd detail that the delivering doctor was the son of the Irish revolutionary leader and first Taoiseach (president) Eamon de Valera. She was named in honor of the doctor’s mother Sinead and St. Bernadette of Lourdes.
As you might have guessed, it was the location that caught my eye.
Perhaps St. Rita is poking her head out again and reminding us that, with God, nothing is impossible.
So pray for the dead and pray for your own impossible causes.
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