The incomparable Fr. Z. has a link to a video of a newly ordained FSSP priest giving his parents his first blessing. Check that out here.
Zulhsdorf accompanies the video with a bit of snarky editorializing. I happily expect nothing less. In his commentary, Fr. mocks the sentiments of those modernists who refer to us trads as “dangerous backward-steppers”.
This got me to thinking of a couple of important things.
1.) This is the first Friday of the month of June. June is the month of the Sacred Heart. MAKE THE DEVOTION OF THE NINE FIRST FRIDAYS!Start today if you can. Make reparation to His Sacred Heart by receiving Him worthily in Holy Communion. This month has been co-opted by sodomites under the direction of Satan himself. They call it “pride”. We must empty ourselves and practice ever more the virtue of Calvary – humility.
2.) Our Lord died on the cross to give Himself to us. He awaits us daily in the tabernacle. He even allows His priests to place Him in a monstrance for us to come and adore. Fr. Malachi Martin once remarked that what sets the Catholic apart from all others is his intimacy with the divine. Again, MAKE THE DEVOTION OF THE NINE FIRST FRIDAYS! Go to Him. Console Him in His agony borne for our sins. Tell Him your troubles. Honor His Mother. Give Him thanks. Spend an hour simply gazing upon His loveliness and wonder how the King of the Universe made Himself to be present for you in this way.
3.) When you visit our exposed King and it comes time to take your leave…
STEP BACKWARDS away from the monstrance. For heaven’s sake, if protocol demands we never turn our back on the Queen of England, how much more fitting to keep one’s eyes fixed on the Lord? Be a true “backwards-stepper”. You see, the more the enemies of Christ ridicule us for our devotional life and practices, the more we ought to serve it right back up at them.
There is more of a likelihood that the Ulvade kid was literally “MK-Ultra’ed” by the feds than that this tranny titwillow wannabe 1) afforded his arsenal, 2) does it matter what the other points are? Tuesday Pudding’s coming for your guns. Have fun, friends.
Not to continue to stir up the “Bergoglio is moribund” thread but…
My correspondent in the Eternal City reports to me today that she has seen him at his Wednesday general audience and things do not look optimal.
“He looked sickly and thin. Didn’t walk around much at all. They helped him to his chair and that was it.”
Again, we’re not doing anything more than observing here.
Pray for this man. Pray for his conversion to Catholicism. Pray for the Church. Pray for His Holiness, Benedict XVI, gloriously reigning since April 2005, as Ann Barnhardt says “whether he likes it or not.”
Mary Mother of Good Counsel, Madonna of the Popes, pray for us!
At the start of this long cross-country road trip, I asked Blessed Mother to make it possible to keep my promise to come to worship Her Son at daily Latin mass every single day.
So far, so good.
On Sunday morning I attended a 7AM low mass at St. Benedict’s parish in Chesapeake, VA. This parish is run by the FSSP. The pastor took the time to approach my son and me after mass to introduce himself and welcome us. This was a beautiful place and a much needed respite on a Sunday morning. Granted my son and I drove an hour and a half to get to this mass even though a dear friend, a priest, had offered an anticipated Novus Ordo Sunday mass the previous evening at the house where we are staying at the beach.
I explained to my teenage son that the Novus Ordo is valid and that this fulfilled our Sunday obligation. So at 5:15 in the morning on our way to Chesapeake I asked him, “Son, in your own words, why did you want to get up so early and go to this mass?”
His reply was perfect.
“Dad,” he said, “I have a preference for the TLM. And it’s Sunday and I go to mass on Sunday.”
God bless my boy. I pray he is called to the holy priesthood one day.
And even since then, Blessed Mother has come through. Without going into any details, another dear friend decided to vacation with us and to offer a daily TLM in our vacation rental.
He asked me to serve for him. I explained that, although I have been present at daily Latin mass for almost four years, I have never served one proper. He put his trust in me and allowed me to use the red book. It went fine.
This morning, still a little incredulous that I had served a Latin mass the night before, I served again. This time I had a bit more awareness about me. After the consecration I could not take my eyes off the Host. “That is Him,” I thought to myself. “That is the Victim Par Excellence.” I had a better vantage point than I have ever had, kneeling beside my old friend as he offered the sacrifice. I witnessed him in a whisper speaking to God Almighty, commanding that bread and wine be transubstantiated into the Body and Blood, Soul and Divinity of His Son. The Host lay on the corporal. The Body of my Lord was on the altar being offered for my sins. I could not take my eyes off of Him except for a moment to look out the window, distracted by the Atlantic Ocean.
“You made that,” I thought to myself. “You made that vast ocean for love of me. I don’t know why this thought came to me but it did. This I believe, is the true personal relationship with Our Lord to which we are called.
My wife this morning mentioned the feast of Joan of Arc. “Funny,” I said, “but the missal lists St. Felix, pope and martyr.” Unique expression? One rite two forms? How’s that working out?…
The entry for St. Felix tells me that it was he who ordered his priests to celebrate mass over the tombs of the martyrs.
These martyrs are the seed. Their blood, shed sometimes in the most horrific manner, waters the tree of Christianity. They died for love of Christ. They died because they loved His law. They sure as hell didn’t love sodomy. And they gave their last drops for that law.
I bet they loved the sixth commandment just like they loved the other nine.
Cardinal McElroy? Why he’s the biggest alphabet soup ally around. The fag Jesuit said so.
God help us all.
Many of you know of my run-ins with the former cardinal now known as Teddy McCarrick. McElroy was one of his boys. Antipope Bergoglio seems to love everything touched by McCarrick except the victims. If you don’t recognize that this appointment is a jab in the eye with an Argentine thumb to everyone and everything literally and figuratively raped by Teddy, then you won’t understand why the martyrs so happily shed this earthly existence for eternal union with Him.
Return to the tombs of the martyrs. Call upon them. Ask them to intercede that Our Lord, who so loved them He gave them courage to give their lives will intervene for His Body, the Church today. Pray He gives us that same courage. We will be martyred too – this time by the successors of His apostles.
St. Philomena, St. Lucy, St. Agatha, and all the rest…
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