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Let’s Start with Rita

My new friend Andrew from St. Luke’s Gallery (do check out his site and his amazing work) reached out to me this evening with the following picture.

St. Rita statue, lower church, St. Patrick*, Philadelphia, PA

I am blessed to have been able to spread devotion in any small way to this saint of the impossible. She means so much to me and, as I can see, to many of you as well. Know that I am in a perpetual novena for all of you. Please, in your charity, pray for me.

Of Teeth and Matches

My lighter flamed out tonight. It was a Bic. No big deal. They last a few months and then, well, they die. No Last Rites, no Apostolic Pardon. They just eat dirt. I went searching in my emergency stash – my top dresser drawer – and found, among my meticulously folded underwear and a treasure trove of sentimental things I will never part with, the following.

Not what it looks like…

Imagine my surprise when I slid the box open to find not matches to light my Marlboro with but two tiny teeth in a little bag. It seems I know the Tooth Fairy pretty well these past 14 years and he seems to have left my childrens’ chompers there as a gift to remind me of some of the happiest times of my life. I needed to see that (especially now when my kids are practically old enough to vote and my reason for existence is questionable at best).

Upon This Priest Rock

There is a priest visiting my parish from Ireland. He said the noon Mass today. Pray for the priests. I was intrigued after Mass so I went home and Google-stalked him. Turns out our young Father gained some notoriety during the Coof-o-Rama by celebrating the Sacrifice on ancient rock formations along the coast of the Emerald Isle. if you know, then you know. Apparently not long after that he decided that the ancient Mass was what he needed to be immersed in. What a blessing to us in Traddyland! That did not , however, stop some of his detractors online from ranting about his being drawn into tradition. I found the following online and I share it for one reason that you will see presently:

“These Latin Mass societies should be totally and immediately suppressed by Francis and the Vatican. Their foundation and continuation is a direct attack on Vatican II and the intentions of the council fathers as regards the celebration of the Mass in the vernacular.”

If only it was an issue of vernacular language, you ankle-grabbing twit. Continuing…

“I’m surprised [bishop] is allowing [priest] to abandon the diocese he was ordained for to join up with these bunch of nutcases. What about the [diocesan] money soent (sic) on his training? He should gave been forced to do at least 10 years of service in [diocese] before indulging in this fantasy. Were I his bishop I would have given him a firm NO and told him to serve [diocese] or apply for laicization. The priesthood is primarily one of pastoral service. Not a way of indulging liturgical fantasies.”

“Primarily one of pastoral service”? You are retarded.

The priesthood is a sacrament whereby a man (you know, a full grown biological human with a Y chromosome, testosterone, facial hair, and male gonads who happens to not have any degenerate sexual predilections) is configured to Christ the High Priest in order to carry on the Sacrifice of Calvary. Pastoral service? Did you pull that line out of a Marty Haugen ditty or was it revealed to you in a fever dream?

Yes, pray for our priests who are under assault not only from the devil himself but also from his minions in the form of spongiform-brained hippie-dips with a slightly-better-than-DSL connection to the internets.

St. Patrick, pray for us!

*The original version of this post incorrectly labeled the St. Rita statue as being found in Ss. Peter and Paul. It has since been corrected.

A Different Novena

Today let’s begin nine days of prayer in honor of Padre Pio, who’s feast is nine days hence.

Here is one novena I found

Also, I’m still keeping up with St. Rita. im eventually going to wake up, pray novenas for 16 hours, and go to bed. And that’s OK.

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Rita, Rita, Rita…

She’s definitely after me, folks. Today I was on a Zoom call with a contractor who casually mentioned he had rescheduled our meeting because of “St. Rita”. Puzzled, I asked what he meant. Turns out his kids go to St. Rita’s School and he got stuck in carpool hell. She’s a clever one, that Rita. Look, I don’t have to have a house drop on me to know she’s up to something. I’m hoping it’s something big. Tomorrow is day 9 for my novena. If you read this post and you think about it, consider joining in one prayer to this saint for my intentions. Thank you.

You Don’t Say

I had a conversation with a young man I had just met at my sister’s house a few nights ago. I may have had a gin in my hand. The lad had recently graduated from college, a fairly good one at that, solid faith, etc. At the right moment I pounced on him with the antipapacy thesis. “But you can’t say Francis is an antipope!” he said breathlessly. “I just did,” said I. “Now fetch me another drink and we’ll continue your education.” A few moments later the Legionaries of Christ came up. “You mean that money laundering rape cult?” I asked. Again my young friend jumped in, “You can’t call them that!!” Again I replied, “I just did. Open your ears, pal, you’re starting to sound like a broken record.”

Kids today…

St. Joseph the Protector of the Holy Family, stained glass, St. Joan of Arc Catholic Church, Hershey, PA

Old Queers and How We Should Call them

Mr. Walker had a wonderful headline up this week. Beneath a picture of a clearly decrepit Ted McCarrick were the words “Uncle Ted Not Looking Well”.

Look, Teddy has made many deals with Satan. I’m sure we’ll have his nonsense to deal with for a while. Either way he’s an old faggot and there’s nothing worse than an old faggot, as a priest once told me. And to those who still question why I call him and his ilk by this moniker? It’s simple. Noel Coward was gay. These guys? Soul-stealing sodomite faggots to the core.

Say your prayers.

Mother of Good Counsel, pray for us!

I Feel Like I’m Being Followed – St. Rita Won’t Leave Me Alone and That’s a Good Thing

Readers of these pages know by now of my great devotion to St. Rita of Cascia, the saint of impossible causes.

She’s been stalking me lately.

Seriously.

This morning I received an email from a gentleman who’s work I greatly admire. I would include a link to his site but I haven’t cleared it with him. Can’t be too careful. I write under a pseudonym to protect the people I care about. So sharing links is something I have to be cautious about. Perhaps he’ll read this and give me the go-ahead.

In any event, in his email this man suggested that I, while on my tour of the northeast, visit the National Shrine of St. Rita in Philadelphia. I wrote back thanking him for reading my blog – which by the way means the world to me – and for the suggestion. And I told him that I was, in fact, married at that very church. The Shrine is a very special place to me.

St. Rita has been part of my life since I first read her story in 8th grade. She helped me find my wife. I honored her by naming my only daughter after her. And I will tell everyone I meet about this great saint because of my devotion to her.

So tonight, I went to a high mass for the feast of St. Lawrence. I was surprised to see the priest was the young man mentioned a few months ago in a Barnhardt post. This is where he was assigned.

And then I went up to the rail for Communion, glanced up at the windows surrounding the apse, and there she was. My saint!

My girl!

Friends, whatever your impossible cause is, please bring it to Rita. If you don’t know her story, read it here. Start your novenas. I believe God wants us to remember these great friends of His and to ask of Him through their intercession. And St. Rita will not disappoint.

Someone once remarked to me, “St. Rita? Why do you like her?! I’ve heard she delivers but also requires a lot from you in terms of suffering…” And if she does? over the years of my association with her, I have come to learn that desiring suffering is a sign of advancement in holiness. Yes, Lord, give me the thorn! I want to suffer with You!

St. Rita of Cascia, pray for us!

“Saint” Paul VI

I had the opportunity to pass through the little hamlet of Ave Maria, Florida this afternoon on my from the Gulf Coast back to Fort Lauderdale’s airport.

Ave Maria (Ave, for short) is a planned community founded by philanthropist Tom Monaghan, founder of Dominos Pizza) as a city to support his Ave Maria University.

The town itself it cute enough. I could live without the gators but that’s Florida for you. Below are some pictures of the church that dominates the center of town.

But what caught my eye was found in a Catholic book store near the church. I entered and saw the following…

Looks like a miter.
I’m not feeling it.
Eleventh Station of the Cross. The best of Ave.
Multiple Ss. Barbara and Ss. Rita

As you all know, Rita is very special to me (as is Barbara).

On another shelf was the recently canonized St. John XXIII…. Take a look. I promise he was there.

Adjiornamiento!

But guess who I didn’t seee…

There was no St. Paul VI – everyone’s favorite Freemason homopope.

I guess not enough demand.

Something about cult of a saint and all came to mind.

St. Rita of Cascia, pray for us!