Every now and then, I like to take a moment and give thanks to God for the many blessings He has bestowed upon this poor sinner.
Tonight in particular, I give thanks for my priests.
Wonderful me they are!
My family and I are grateful for their service and also for their friendship.
Many have by now seen the revolting Truth Social post of Sunday morning. In it, the President of the United States threatens to destroy civilian infrastructure before praising a demon. It’s that simple. The foul language doesn’t really bother me in that sense that I’m not overly sensitive to it. Though we all certainly should be somewhat sensitive to it. But in the sense that he used the F-word? Shockingly, that’s not the most shocking thing in the post. Tucker Carlson has a video up now where, in his monologue segment he does make the point that (paraphrasing), “blasting obscenities at a mostly Christian nation [America] on Easter Sunday morning,” is and ought to be considered sinful. I do agree with him.
But it is that last line of the post that ought to bother all of us. I deliberately did not link to it. He ends the post by saying, “Praised be to all*h!” My Jersey sense went off in my mind when I read that. As in, “Yeahhhhh… No.”
Far worse than simply being “not what we voted for”, this is an outrage beyond anything I could imagine.
And now, this morning as I write this, the same man is threatening that “a whole civilization will die tonight”.
Keep praying.
Stay confessed.
Who knows where this will all end or how…
Our Lady, Mediatrix of all Grace, pray for us!
During the chanting of the twelve prophecies at the Easter Vigil on Saturday night, I looked over and noticed my wife struggling to read from the booklet by candlelight. I get it. We’re both a little older not young now. Reading small print in broad daylight can be difficult. Take away all but the flicker of a tiny candle and it’s a real battle to focus.
Harvey to the rescue!
Not one to speak during Holy Mass, I leaned in and quietly whispered as the priest chanted from the Prophet Daniel.
“Sweetheart,” I said, “You already know this story. It’s not hard to fill in the gaps.
“It says…
“Iran is only two weeks away from a nuclear weapon.”
Good night, folks.
This is perhaps my favorite image from the Stations of the Cross. Look at how lovingly, with joy and anticipation, He embraces the instrument of His death for you and for me!
The image is from the Stations in Our Lady of Good Counsel parish in Newark, NJ – my home parish growing up.
From Liguori:
https://www.religiousbookshelf.com/meditations-and-readings/day/2154-Holy-Thursday.html
“Do this in commemoration of me. (Luke xxii. 19). St. Thomas says that the Redeemer left us the Most Blessed Sacrament that we may ever remember the blessings He has obtained for us, and the love He showed us in dying for us. And hence the Blessed Eucharist is called by the same holy Doctor Passionis Memoriale, a memorial of the Passion.”
Take note. A MEMORIAL OF HIS PASSION. How may of us grew up hearing that Mass was our “communal meal” without ever hearing that this is Christ’s Passon re-presented to us? I thank God every day He brought me to Tradition.
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