Before the headline story, I want to say that, as a kid, I thought Victoria Jackson of SNL was a riot. Here we see she’s also pretty darn based as well.
Now then, Mundabor strikes again. Here he deftly describes the role of what Bergoglio calls “keyboard warriors”. Six months ago I was accused of being a “keyboard warriors by a chancery official in a large US diocese because I dared speak truth about the suppression of the TLM. I said at that time that I may be a keyboard warrior but at least I’m fighting for something.
I am a proud keyboard warrior and will fight until the truth is known to all.
Much thanks for the prayers after my last post. I boarded an early flight with my family today bound for a big event this weekend. More to come in time.
What I did not get to do today, as a consequence of the insanity of the world around is, is attend the Holy and August Sacrifice of the Mass in the Gregorian Rite of the Church. 5:30 AM trip to the airport. Three hour flight. Landed after all the Masses here were over. When you go every day for years, the Lord puts a true love – a devotion – to seeing Him every day in your heart. I felt truly sad that I could not see Him today. Tomorrow I will be up before 6:00 to pray the Regina Coeli and head to Mass in a gymnasium. And I will be grateful.
And at that Mass I will hear the following beautiful sequence.
The line that always catches my attention is the reference, really the command, to Magdalene. In one translation I have seen (not a bad one at that) the line reads: “Tell us, O Mary, what did you see?/I saw the Tomb of the living God; the glory of His Resurrection!”
Tomb of Mary Magdalene, who saw the tomb of the living God!, Ste. Baumé, France
In my hand Missal (1962 ed., Angelus Press) it reads: “Speak, Mary, declaring what thou sawest wayfaring./“The tomb of Christ Who now liveth: and likewise the glory of the Risen.”
I love Magdalene. Having fasted through Lent for the first time in a truly penitential spirit, endeavoring to offer generously my gift to God in atonement for my sins, I identify more and more with this “wounded flower” as Sheen called her. She never ceased to offer fasting and penance and, I pray, neither now will I that I also may “see the tomb of Christ Who now liveth.”
That being said it’s Easter week. Every day this week is Easter. I am celebrating a bit. Though on my flight this morning, I forgot for a moment that it is Easter. I dozed momentarily, waking to be asked by a man stewardess, “Something to drink?” Without thinking I replied, “Black coffee, please?”
I took one sip and then promptly knocked the cup over on my tray table by accident, spilling it on my lap.
That ought to teach me not to not order a gin and tonic on any future flights. I’ve never spilled those.
God bless each of you who read this and please pray for me.
More than once since yesterday I have found myself halfway through the Angelus before remembering that there’s a switch to the Regina Coeli for Easter.
Whatever tomorrow brings, the Easter Vigil I attended tonight – full pre-1955 grandeur for Our Lord – almost did not take place. I thank the Risen Lord that the wicked plans of men were thwarted for now.
Pray for the Church.
The Lord is Risen, Alleluia!
Resurrection Window, Chapel of Christ the King, Christendom College, Front Royal, VA
Also, a happiest birthday to my dear Mom who turned 86 today! Love you, Mom!
“De parentis protoplasti fraude Factor condolens, quando pomi noxialis in necem morsu ruit; ipse lignum tunc notavit, damn ligni ut solveret.”
“Eating of the tree forbidden, Man had sunk in Satan’s snare. When his pitying Creator did this second tree prepare; destined many ages later, that first evil to repair.”
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