Tomorrow is the first Saturday of the month of the Holy Rosary!
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First Saturday Devotion
In 1925, Our Blessed Mother, Mediatrix of All Grace, revealed to Sr. Lucia that she wished men to make acts of reparation to her Immaculate Heart, specifically in the devotion of the five first Saturdays. Click here for the full list from the Fatima Center, but the act involves confession, Mass, rosary, and meditation. The last one always seems hardest to me as my mind wanders easily.
For so simple a task – really an act of love – Our Blessed Mother promises so much in reward., not least of which is her sweetest consolation at the hour of death. Remember, in this act we are given to console her. She suffered more for the human race – and for each of us individually – than anyone save her Son. Now she offers to assist us at the most torturous moment of our existence when the soul is torn from the body and appears before her Son in judgment. That terrible day will be mitigated because she will stand by and advocate for us.
Those words were spoken to me by a dear friend today. You see, my family and I were visiting a part of the country where we used to live when this friend’s father died. “Where else would I be?” I asked her. You see, my mother and father taught me the corporal works of mercy when I was a young boy. We had been through a horrible tragedy ourselves. Three of my siblings died in a house fire when I was four. I will forever remember the literally thousands who came out in the snow simply to be with us. I will never forget that. To bury the dead means to support the grieving as they bury their dead as well. I was here. Where else would I be?
He’s a Friend
And this got me thinking of other things. Earlier this week, a representative of a large Catholic organization said to me, “That man who runs that Canon212 website is crazy.” He was talking about Frank Walker. I will state here that Mr. Walker and I have never met. He has been kind enough to link my articles over the past few months and I greatly appreciate that. But I appreciate even more his honesty, his grit, and his love of the truth. Before you cast aspersions, remember that I was also raised by my parents to protect my friends. I was prepared to go all Jersey on this man but I held my tongue. “I consider him a friend,” I said. And we left it at that. Frank, if you’re reading this, I got your back.
We’ve Got To Stop Traveling
And speaking of Frank, you may have seen his headline about the hurricane bearing down on his area. If you see this, please offer a rosary for all those in the path of Ian. I was in Florida this summer with my wife and kids. We were in Bonita Springs and Siesta Key. These have apparently both been hit by this monster storm. Fifteen years ago, we visited Galveston and by the end of the summer, Hurricane Ike had ravaged the place. I think we need to stop traveling.
Also, Biden totally blew up the Nordstream Pipeline. Just sayin’…
A quick but all too important thought at the end of this long day for me as I prepare to get my slumber before waking in the morning to attend the funeral of a friend’s father.
Death comes for each of us. It comes when God Almighty wills it.
I remember all too well the bleak January day almost six years ago. I was driving like mad through the spine of the Appalachians trying to reach New Jersey before my father’s imminent demise. Mom called me. I know I-81 like the back of my hand, sadly, so I took the call and almost forgot my driving for a moment.
It was how she described it that was so striking. “He breathed out a few minutes ago and didn’t take another breath in.” And I instantly hated that I had pulled into that rest area in southern Virginia to catch a catnap a few hours earlier. I was four hours away.
CS Lewis in Screwtape wrote to the effect that time is God’s. We didn’t create it. We don’t manage it. We live in it and He decides how much of it belongs to us. We get so mad when others “waste our time” or “monopolize our time”. It simply is not ours to begin with.
Friends, Harvey is beat tonight. It’s been a long day, starting with morning Mass. I still marvel that I can speak in absolute truth the words of a prayer found in my missal:
“Today, Jesus Christ, the Son of God, condescended to come and dwell within me, and gave Himself to me!”
And I pray the same for each of you. If you haven’t made the daily Mass part of your life, what are you waiting for? He waits for you there. Every day, He renews His sacrifice. He longs for you to come and kneel before His altar, before Calvary itself. That is where He wants to bring you. For when you worship Him in the sacrifice of the Mass, you ARE present at Calvary. It is a mystical and beautiful moment when time and eternity meet. Go to Him if you haven’t already. There is no reason not to. He only longs to Love you from the depths of His inexhaustible Heart.
What else did I do today? The usual. Taught my kids, made some new friends, visited family… you know, the usual.
As I drift off to sleep so I can recharge and do it all again tomorrow, here is some music that helps the process along. I’m kidding myself because in five minutes I’ll be watching YouTube videos of tornados. Now that helps me fall asleep.
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