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Our Eucharistic King WILL NOT Be Mocked

It should come as no surprise to readers of this blog that I spend a decent portion of my online time scanning through the headlines on Frank Walker’s Canon 212 website. I first heard of Walker and Canon212 a few years ago. I had been in contact with writer George Neumayer (seriously not dropping names) and he mentioned the site as “the Catholic Drudge Report”. Having worked in news, I knew that the term had nothing to do with what has or has not become of Matt Drudge. Clearly he’s either sold out, been offed, or had a break with reality. No, about 20 years ago, I can attest that Drudge was THE homepage on every terminal in our New York City newsroom. If it was on Drudge today, it would be everywhere else soon enough.

So, first, a huge thanks to Mr. Walker! Ann Barnhardt, in one of her podcasts said of him, “the man has a work ethic beyond compare.” I’m paraphrasing but the sentiment is shared and it’s true.

This morning after I finished my workout in the blistering Texas sun – and it was only 10:30 AM – I opened the browser on my phone and looked at the top link. The headline read simply: “Crazy Tik Tok VirusChurch Francis Adoration“. Please only click that link if you want to be as nauseated as I was.

What the embedded video shows appears to be some hideous dance ritual performed with a priest and several vested girls. The priest is manhandling a monstrance. The monstrance has (what I must assume is) a consecrated Host in it. So again, that means Our Lord Himself was being gyrated, thrusted, and tossed about in some kind of bizarre pseudo-Bacchanalian routine for the social media camera phones.

Magdalene was despondent. “They have taken my Lord and I do not know where they have placed Him.

I’m just livid. They have taken my Lord and treated Him like garbage.

I showed this clip to my wife who asked why this in particular would upset me any more than any of the other myriad abuses we’ve witnessed throughout our lives. We’re in our 40’s. I still remember Sr. Marie and the altar girls when I was a kid. If it hadn’t been for the solid faith my parents transmitted to me and the formation they gave me, I probably would have bailed loooong ago.

The reason why this one made me sick is because the more time I spend with my Lord – at mass, His sacrifice; meditating on His passion; simply staring at a crucifix; and yes, at Adoration – the more I love Him and desire union with Him. And I want that for my family. And tradition helped me understand this better than anything ever has. Connecting with the ancient worship of my faith – the one, true, faith – opened my eyes.

Tabernacle, Our Lady of Good Counsel, Newark, NJ

You hear that Excellencies? For years we’ve heard you… “Who would want to attend this outdated ‘thing’ that they never even knew? We tried to kill it once before specifically for this purpose! Now go back to your Novus Ordo, V2 parishes with your dancers and bubbles and, and…” To that I say what I said to a priest who denied me Communion during the coof-o-rama simply because I knelt before him and stuck out my tongue. He demanded, “Stick out your hands! Your hands!!!” I replied softly…

“I can’t.”

My goodness… they pranced the Creator of the Universe around like He was a dime-a-dance burlesque showgirl. They tossed Him like He was a toy balloon at a county fair or Robert Preston’s baton in the final scene of The Music Man.

They treated my Lord like they just don’t care.

It’s almost as if they don’t really believe He’s Truly Present.

Lord Jesus Christ, King of Everlasting Glory, I desire to love Thee with all my heart. Please look upon me from Thy cross with mercy and love. Give me to atone for the abuses to Thy Sacred Body.

Most Sacred Heart of Jesus, miserere nobis!

Mother of Sorrows, ora pro nobis!

St. Tarcisius, ora pro nobis!

Let Us All Step Backwards!

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.

Most Sacred Heart of Jesus, have mercy on us!

Punking Your Kids: How a Chrome Extension and the Eucharist are Helping Me “Dad”

I’ll admit that technology sometimes serves me well as a “babysitter”.

I hate that.

I work two jobs. My wife works the equivalent of about thirty – albeit from home but that sometimes makes it harder; with she and the kids in the same physical space. Typical scenario: I pick up the kids from school, bring them home, get them a snack and started on any homework. Wife is working in her office. I get called for my next job and have to run out the door. Wife is on a conference call. Kids somehow end up using my laptop, her phone, or some jerry-rigged amalgamation of tin cans and a LAN cord and the next thing you know they’re on Youtube.

Don’t get me wrong, Youtube is kind of a go-to for me these days. We cut the cord. For those of you not in the know, that means we have no life cable TV. But truthfully, I’m not dissatisfied with what I have to watch on Youtube. And the Youtube seems to know me well, too. For instance in my suggested watch list is a series about conspiracy theories (heavy on the JFK stuff), talks by Fr. Chad Ripperger (an exorcist), and anything having to do with flying, landing, or even the crashing of airplanes. Don’t judge.

For my son it’s usually Super Mario Bros. “walkthroughs” where some loser gamer literally plays a Mario game for hours explaining how he’s making it through those levels. For my daughter it is a brain damaged twit named Wengie. Wengie hurts my brain. Wengie lowers my IQ. I tell my daughter this. Despite my hatred of her tweeny-pop saccharine nonsense and penchant for unicorns, glitter, slime, and glitter-slime unicorns I’ve still memorized the lyrics, music, and dance steps for her hit song Icing on the Cake and I sing the same to my little girl when I wake her up for school.

The reality is they really aren’t on these “devices” for too long of a stretch and my wife and I do keep pretty good eyes on what they’re seeing. But here’s the problem. Even the best eagle-eyed parents cannot monitor this stuff completely. My first clue was when my son dropped something he had heard on a Youtube video. The vile, hateful, vulgarity coming out of his innocent mouth made me cringe.

“Lee Harvey Oswald acted alone.”

I could take it no more.

I had a conversation with a friend the other night. We’re part of a Catholic men’s group called Exodus 90. It’s one of the reasons I’ve been posting sporadically of late. Go look it up. Guys, if you’re looking for a kick in the rear, give this a shot. It’s like “Hey Catholic man, we know you love Lent… But wait, there’s more!” One of the goals is to break the things to which we are enslaved in life and for many of us the internet in all its nasty forms is one of those taskmasters. Ergo, we try to stay off EVERYTHING that is deemed non-essential or work-related. This friend mentioned how he had installed a Chrome extension to block his favorite sites. No, nothing to do with what you’re thinking. At least I hope not but even so, all the better for him to break that insanity. No, we’re talking things like Facebook, the Drudge Report, and cagneyandlaceyfanfic.com. I don’t judge. Also, the extension is capable of redirecting the browser to a different site…

So this morning I got this brilliant idea and I installed the extension on my laptop and then later on the other laptop we have. It’s slower but that’s a total first world problem.

This afternoon my lovely little girl plopped herself down on my bed with my Macbook, flipped open the lid, and looked around. She gave me a knowing glance as if to say “Something’s up here, Dad… You’re too calm given the fact I just absconded with your laptop and didn’t even ask.” I gave her a look as if to say “Just you wait, genetic minion, just you wait…”

I heard the tapping of little fingers.

And then I heard:

“ARGHHHHHHH! Daddy what did you do?!”

How’d she know it wasn’t a glitch?

I had long since made myself scarce by ducking into my closet for fear I’d laugh and ruin the whole thing. Stepping out I heard her, now in the kitchen, yelling to her brother:

“Daddy blocked Youtube!!! When I tried to watch Wengie I got sent to a livestream of Adoration at some monastery in England!”

That’s right, kiddos, I’d drop to my knees and start humming the Tantum Ergo if I were you.

Ah, technology and Jesus… For moments where Our Eucharistic King (even on livecam) makes an appearance in my day and helps me keep my children safe from predatory nonsense, I am very grateful.

O Salutaris Hostia… Protect my kids from low IQ tarts.