I recorded episode one of the Harvey Millican Podcast tonight.
And when I went to save the recording, I got a message that my disk is full and it didn’t save.
Shame. It was good stuff. I guess I’ll keep trying.
Say a prayer. Perhaps I’ll recover it somehow.
St. Rita, pray for us!
Per Uncle Arthur, Mass times for the TLM “may not be published on the parish website or social media sites.”
Fortunately, this blog is neither of those.
Have at you…
Parishioners of Holy Trinity Parish in Gainesville can now attend the Mass of the Ages at Renaissance Montesorri School in Nokesville, VA. masses will be held in the gymnasium. Shouldn’t be hard to remember. Here’s a mnemonic for you. Gymnos is Greek for “naked man”. Just think of Uncle Arthur and his secretest thoughts and you’ll be fine.
RMS is at 12625 Fitzwater Dr., Nokesville, VA 20181. Pull all the way around to the back of the parking lot. The gym is the second large building on your right
Who knows, friends… You might run into me there in the next week or two. If you can pick me out of a crowd, say hello! I’m friendly and I’ve had all my shots. Actually no, I abhor vaccines. Nonetheless, I’m still friendly and I don’t bite.
Nighty Night, readers!
St. Thomas More, pray for us!
There is a line in the novena to St. Rita that I pray that has always carried special meaning for me.
“We promise if our petitions are granted to make known your favor and to glorify God for His gift.”
Earlier today, as I was finally cleaning off the top of my dresser after a year of collecting loose change, cuff links, and knick knacks, I happened upon a few items I did not know I had in my possession. If you have ever had a special devotion to a particular saint this will not surprise you in the least. I found that I had four separate medals of my Cascian intercessor , apparently acquired in Italy by one of my nieces who had traveled there several years ago for a semester abroad.
So let’s talk about devotions and the life of a Catholic. Prior to the middle of the 1960’s (gee, not sure what happened then) Catholics were raised to be in relationship with the saints. We were taught to pray to our guardian angel and to converse with him, to call upon our friends in heaven because they are God’s friends first. It is said that Padre Pio did not know until he was ten years-old that other people couldn’t see their angels, such was his devotion.
And then the Catholic world forgot. To be sure there was a malicious force at work helping to suppress that memory. But memory is a beautiful gift from God. Like physical strength, it requires some exercise on our part to develop more fully. The ancients knew how to memorize epic poetry on the first hearing. They trained their memories and knew how to actively listen. Likewise the memory of our devotional life must be fostered. We must worship God in the manner He chooses (the Holy Mass) and listen in silence to Him. We must work at our devotions. Sometimes, like the occasional miraculous physical healing where the lame man regains his strength, God can intervene to remind us of what we lost and what we forgot. We must then thank God for that grace and jump back into fostering our devotional life.
Friends, remember your devotions. Make the saints and angels a part of your life. Those medals remind me to keep going and to continue to seek her prayers. I see them as a gift from God to continue in my devotion. Today in particular I see them as a nudge to continue in my novena prayers. Another nine days it is! Perhaps there are four particular people who need these prayers. Who knows? God knows.
Remembering that I will make known her favor and glorify God for his gifts, I share the days events with you and again invite any intentions that I might add to my prayer.
God bless us, the Virgin protect us, and St. Rita, pray for us!
A friend who is currently on assignment in the Bay Area sends me a picture of his Sunday Mass locale.
I offer these glimpses into local trad communities in the hope that anyone who may be searching for a Latin Mass might take hope. Also, I love the portrait of Thomas More hanging in the sanctuary. The original by Hans Holbein the Younger hangs in the Frick Collection on the Upper East Side of Manhattan and is one of my favorite works of portraiture. If you ever have the chance to see it, please do (except they’ll probably make you quadruple vax and triple mask to get in these days).
Happy Sunday, friends! Like the Samaritan leper, do not forget to give thanks to Almighty God for your Catholic faith.
St. Thomas More and St. John Fisher, pray for us!
Here you go. Our Lady requested we practice this. It is simple. It takes five months. You’ve got nothing to lose.
Our Lady Queen of Heaven and Earth, pray for us!
It’s the first Friday of the month, friends.
You know what to do.
And if you don’t, just click the link.
Obtain for yourself every spiritual treasure Our Lord and His Holy Church offer you.
Most Sacred Heart of Jesus, have mercy on us!
But the night is young, as they say.
In all seriousness, add me to your prayers, friends. The last time I inhaled one of my beloved Marlboros was five days ago. I haven’t really experienced any cravings; just a whole lot of wondering what to do with myself. I am reminded of why I started smoking in the first place. I’m a bundle of energy and nerves in my natural state. The nicotine regulated that. Also, I’m still getting nicotine. I decided to become my father. I’ve switched to smoking a pipe. But even there, I only light up at night. I’m amazed I can get through a whole day without, well, see the headline. Its a mortification for me. I need that.
And say a prayer.
Mother of Good Counsel, pray for us!
Our Lady, Help of Christians, pray for us!
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