I came across this video in my feed this evening.
The more I come to know about the Shroud, the more beautiful it becomes exactly what God has done for us but also how cool that He literally recorded it for us! I’m referring to the evidence that the Image on the Shroud is not so much static but a micro-snapshot of the moments of the Resurrection. Imagine setting your iPhone camera to Live mode and you’ll get the picture. The video was posted four years ago.
I’m a bit of an aviation buff. Mostly airports as opposed to the aircraft proper. That being said, I have captured pics over the past few years of a really cool livery scheme used by American to highlight their history. They have painted several of their Airbus planes in the livery of airlines that merged into AA over the years.
Tonight it was the Piedmont.
I’ve also gotten shots of the Allegheny, PSA, TWA, Aircal, and USAirways jets. I think I’m just missing the bare aluminum retro American plane and I’ll have the complete set.
Oh, and prayers please for safe travels. Thank you!
St. Joseph of Cupertino, pray for us!
I like to review source documents to keep fresh in my mind the history of what they’ve done. I truly don’t mean this in a combative way but if anyone is interested, peruse these docs and perhaps you can gain a little more insight. Someone asked me the question recently, “Why did they change the Mass again?” The two documents in question might not answer that question directly but they should shed a little light on the question of “How?”
Bit by bit, they dismantled what had been codified over centuries and it seems very few noticed nor cared.
Followed by this:
https://adoremus.org/2007/12/tres-abhinc-annos/
Which was followed by the Novus Ordo Mass of 1970.
Less than ten years, folks. That’s all it took to go from dogmatic beauty to felt banners.
St. Pius V, pray for us!
Yes, this is a follow up on yesterday’s driving lesson story.
I was reminded of the time my dear mother who, already in her early 70’s, took it upon herself to teach one of her granddaughters to drive. They went to the cemetery in Mom’s old Cadillac on a weekday morning.
“The roads are narrow so you have to learn to maneuver and if you hit anyone, they’re already dead.”
Wisdom comes with age, friends.
Such a lofty title for such a a mundane topic. As in, I’m actually just going to rant a bit about licenses – actual drivers licenses (or as the state of Texas calls them, driver licenses).
As a homeschooling family with teenage children, it dawned on my wife and me last year that we would have to undertake the task of helping our children learn to drive. My son was first. And yours truly vowed many years ago that he would never, under any circumstances, be the “instructor” in a situation involving a new driver. I am not afraid of anything in this world. Except new drivers. And clowns.
I came to discover a few things about life in 2024 in America. The first is that young people today do not have the same drive (pun intended) as previous generations to learn to operate a motor vehicle. Granted, I grew up in New Jersey where one may not get a permit until he turns seventeen under normal circumstances. But in Texas where nine year-olds routinely drive farm equipment on local streets, the apparent legal age is fifteen. I thought my boy would be more excited to get behind the wheel and earn his freedom. It seems that most his age, however, could care less. “Don’t you even just want to be able to run out to McDonald’s once in a while on your own,” I asked him. “I can always DoorDash,” came his reply. Wow.
Back to the homeschooling family aspect. In Texas, parents are given the option to do something called “Parent Taught Driver Education”. This is just what I wanted – not. After pleading with my wife it was determined that I would help him with the classroom portion (a series of online modules designed for a mentally incapacitated monkey to pass) while she would handle the behind-the-wheel stuff. Well, things got away from us and due to a number of factors including his aforementioned lack of interest, we’re still working on it a year later.
Deciding to tackle this bull by the horns, we opted to just find a driving school. And did you know that this requires a “transfer document” ascribing instructor roles to the new school? Oh yes, it reads like an admission of parental failure. “I hearby authorize XYZ Driving Academy to take over the portions of my previously designated responsibilities for my child because I suck.” My pride. I let it bother me for all of three seconds before looking for the signature line. And it has to be notarized.
So say a few prayers for all the drivers of the Lone Star State. We’ll get this done.
Of course I could probably just drive him down to Juarez and let him walk back in with the millions of others. Then Catholic Charities will get him a license no problem and probably even a new iPhone.
God bless Texas!
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