Tag Archives: St. Rita

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!