Harvey Millican's Blog: Musings of a Trad Dad

Friends, I lived through this nonsense in 2021. We were one of those who had no power for days.

What we did have was a priest who happened to be visiting us during that time. He’s a dear friend and this was his vacation. His flight got canceled. He spent an extra week with us. We transformed our dining room into a chapel. He said the Mass of All Time every day for us. We also played all the board games while clearing the bar and burning the candles meant for the three days of darkness. Such is life. 

And here we are, five years later. Our priest-friend is on a cruise and we are staring down another ice and snow and sleet “event”.

This one starts as most Texas storms start – with rain.

Hence, a video for all of you wonderful people.

Enjoy:

I will update as the weather surely changes.

Say a prayer I can get to Mass.

Meanwhile I think we’re ready for anything Mother Nature throws at us…

Ten years ago today my oldest brother succumbed to the pancreatic cancer that had ravaged his body. After a dissolute life, he died in our sister’s home, surrounded by his loving siblings and our dear parents. He had hours before received last rites and the Apostolic Pardon. I had just the night before concluded my novena to St. Joseph for his happy death. It doesn’t get much happier than that.

Stay confessed.

Eternal rest grant unto Thy servant Richard, O Lord, and may perpetual light shine upon him!

Friends, here’s a fun story for you. Back in September of 2022, I had been blogging on my current trajectory (talking about the crisis in the Church daily) for about six months. Frank Walker had given me some headlines. I was on a bit of a high because people were starting to read me. More importantly, readers were emailing me and I was genuinely touched at their comments and at getting to know them. It’s amazing what turning the comments off will do. It forces people to write an email if they really want to communicate and that generally means more meaningful communication.

I found myself in upstate New York with my then-14 year-old son to participate in the final day of the Auriesville Pilgrimage of Restoration. On the bus ride from the staging area over the hilltop to the area where we would meet up with the fools pilgrims who had been marching for two days already, I struck up a conversation with a wonderfully chatty woman – the kind I just love chatting with. Friendly, normal, salt of the earth, and funny – this woman and I talked about life and the Latin Mass. I told her I blogged. She asked what my site was. I told her. She said, “No way!!!, as she slapped me on the arm. “My dear friend Andrew can’t stop talking about your blog!” It quickly dawned on me that I had seen his work as well. At the time Ann Barnhardt had linked to Andrew’s YouTube channel a few times. I loved his work on sacred art.

Anyway, the next thing I know, our friend has called Andrew on her cell phone and shoved the phone in my hand. And that, folks, is how friendships are formed.

I am so happy that he is posting on substack these days. I share with you now his latest. Pray for the people of Charlotte. It’s coming for all of us soon. And don’t forget to subscribe to his substack!

https://substack.com/inbox/post/185316358?publication_id=3471620&post_id=185316358&isFreemail=true&r=2gdth5&triedRedirect=true

May he rest in peace.

https://www.thomasaquinas.edu/news/obituary-funeral-information-joe-weinkopf-28

This evening I find myself not home in Texas after a few days in Florida but rather somewhere else.

It’s definitely not Texas but it is my hometown. Landing in a light snowfall was pretty “neat” if also less eventful than I thought it would be. I was expecting the plane to skid at least a little. Nothing.

I’m happy to be able to change plans on the fly (no pun intended). I get to see my mom and help out my siblings. Next time I’ll just remember to pack more contact lenses.

My travels have taken me to a beautiful place these past few days. I am in St. Augustine, FL. True, I hate how the locals pronounce the name. However, I love the history of the place.

This afternoon my wife and I visited a place we’ve been to a few times – the National Shrine of the Holy Name of God.

The reason I love this place is certainly not for the modern looking church but for the museum attached to it.

In this museum I found a diorama depicting a most significant event. A few yards away, near the shoreline, the Spaniards came ashore several centuries ago and consecrated the land to Almighty God.

This is the Mass the occupiers of the Vatican want to disappear. Yet somehow this diorama got the details right.

But what really caught my eye was this:

This land – our home – belongs to God for the enlightenment of the people here. We are the current natives. And I will not believe the lies that these me we’re evil and sought to enslave and sicken the people of this land.

Maybe we should fight on a while longer…