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First Friday

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Most Sacred Heart of Jesus, have mercy on us!

Feast of the Most Holy Rosary

Tomorrow, October 7, is the feast of the Most Holy Rosary.

I have been in the habit – as I know many of you are as well – of praying the complete 15 decade rosary for some time now. It started in March, St. Patrick’s Day to be exact. I had listened to a YouTube video of a sermon from Bishop Williamson.

“Watch and pray, watch and pray, fifteen decades every day!”

Those were the good bishop’s words and I committed then and there to offer this gift to Our Lady.

Rosary, stained glass, National Shrine of St. Elizabeth Ann Seton, Emmitsburg, MD

Tomorrow I will offer my rosary – in addition to the usual intentions – for each of you reading this. A simple Ave in return is always appreciated.

Queen of the Rosary, pray for us!

Saintmaking and the Wisdom of Waiting – And the Foolishness or Malice of Rushing

I am of the opinion that souls recently departed from this world should not be canonized immediately. There, I have said it. This goes for the ordinary layman as in, at the New Rite funeral liturgy, where both the texts of the rite and the general attitude of the “mourners” leaves one wondering whether Purgatory was ever really a thing. It also goes for the actual canonized saints of the Church. What follows is purely my observation and commentary. Please feel free to disagree but always call upon the saints in all your troubles.

Last night I had the opportunity to attend a local screening of a movie produced by the Knights of Columbus on the life of Teresa of Calcutta. Screw the Indian government, I’m not spelling it with a “K”. Here is my own personal background on this subject. My mom heard Mother Teresa speak in Philadelphia in the mid-1970’s. She was so thoroughly impressed with the humility and personal holiness of this tiny nun that she promised to name her next daughter after her. Two years later I made my debut. The doctors were quick to notice I have parts inconsistent with Mom’s name choice. However, three minutes later, my twin sister emerged, claimed the name Teresa, and my name was bestowed upon me because it had to match by starting with the same letter – Harvey. You know by now that it isn’t my real name but you get the point. Four years later my Teresa was called home. Fifteen years after that, Mother Teresa was called to her judgment. And just shy of two decades later, the “saint of the gutters” was made a saint of the Church.

It used to be common practice that the canonization process was deliberately long. In fact, most saints were canonized long after living memory of them existed in the minds of any man on earth. One notable exception was Anthony of Padua who was sainted just one year after his death in the early thirteenth century. But come on, man, he was a miracle worker in his lifetime. I mean, St. Anthony, right? But for most, there is wisdom in waiting. Here’s why.

People are canonized because they lead lives of heroic virtue in their particular states of life. The key words there are “heroic virtue” and “states of life”. Although there is absolutely no chance this would happen, if I were ever to be canonized it would be because I was an heroically virtuous husband and father. So let us review the evidence with Mother Teresa and see if she fits the bill. I believe I can sum this up quickly.

Mother Teresa was superior of a religious order she had founded. She lead a worldwide band of sisters numbering in the thousands who’s sole purpose was to follow the words of Our Lord in Matthew’s Gospel: “Whenever you did it for the least of my brethren, you did it for Me.” There is no one who could successfully argue that Mother Teresa didn’t live the most heroic of lives in this regard – her state in life. Do I believe she is a saint? I certainly do. Do I try to learn from her example how better to live my Catholic faith? Again, the answer is a most assured yes.

Memento Mori, stained glass, St. Lucy’s Church/National Shrine of St. Gerard, Newark, NJ
*Pray for Mr. & Mrs. Michael Russo. It’s etched on the glass.

But was Mother perfect? Although perfection is not the criteria for sainthood, and although we must argue positively that no man is perfect save Our Lord and His Mother by His singular act of love for her; there is something to be said about the witness that the imperfections, often buried in the vault of time bear upon the life of the faithful when those imperfections – however minor – are still in fresh dirt. Let me give you three examples from the movie and explain how each one seems to tarnish – however slightly – the halo of this saint.

In one scene, we are shown our heroine gleefully distributing the Sacred Host to her sisters from a ciborium. Now on this count I’m going to say a few things. First, no matter what anyone tells you, the Sacred Host should never be manhandled by anyone other than a man who’s hands have been consecrated. This has been the ancient practice of the Church. Communion in the hand (I just threw up a little) is a modern innovation that has been “allowed” by an indult that should be rescinded yesterday. Also, Mother Teresa was famous for telling others never to receive in the hand so one has to wonder why the producers included this scene at all. And I will also say that this “imperfection” of Mother’s is something of which many of us have been guilty. I myself was a “Eucharistic Minister” (threw up again) for many years before I came to my senses.

In another scene, Mother is described by one of her associates as having lived by the mantra that every man should be a better version of whatever he is. “Be a better Christian, be a better Hindu, be a better Muslim…” was apparently something Mother said at least once or twice. OK, that’s kind of heresy right there. Outside the One, Holy, Catholic, and Apostolic Church there is no salvation so why she would be telling anyone to be a Hindu or Muslim at all is beyond me. Again, the K of C including this bit truly seemed like a bit of Prot-pandering, virtue signaling to me. And if that’s what it is, shame…

Finally, the very notion, pervasive in the film though with dubious connection to Mother’s own personal train of thought, that material poverty is in itself a virtue is displayed in all its glory. In fact, it is poverty of spirit that is a virtue to be sought. “The [materially] poor,” Our Lord assures us, “we will have with us always. Good going, multi-million dollar New Haven-based insurance company Knights of Columbus. Great job. But again, Mother Teresa did strive to live a life of the kind of poverty recommended by Our Lord when He said, “Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.”

And I do believe she is in the kingdom of heaven.

The point in all of this is that the whole of Mother Teresa’s life taken in complete context and with the passage of sufficient time would probably, in my opinion, have yielded for the Church the same St. Teresa of Calcutta. Only the perceptible “imperfections” would have either faded or taken on a new light with the wisdom afforded by the passage of time. Should Mother Teresa have remained Venerable or Blessed a few more decades? Should Pope John Paul II have been thrust to the honors of the altars rather than raised there? Even his most ardent supporters have given up the moniker “the Great” in light of just a few short years of understanding of the entirety of his pontificate. Kissing the Koran, anyone?

The scandal to the sense of the faithful that such rapid canonizations elicit undermines the very faith that should be bolstered with the introduction of each new friend of God. I for one hope this trend stops before we end up with something truly dreadful on our hands.

Our Lady, Queen of Angels and Saints, pray for us!

Prayer to St. Joseph during the Month of the Rosary

In my 1962 hand missal, there is a prayer prescribed by Pope Leo XIII who to be prayed after the holy rosary in the month of October.

Click here for one version I found online.

Remember to fly to Joseph. He welcomed Our Lord into his home and now protects the Church.

St. Joseph, pray for us!

These Nuns Have Worked Their Way into My Head and My Heart

I had heard of the Fairfield Carmelites over the past year or two. I was even vaguely familiar with their situation – having received a “visitation”, and in the midst of a large building project.

What I did not anticipate was that they would become a part of my life the way that they have. In truth, I believe I am already a part of their life as they spend their days praying for the Church and the world. I’d like to believe I fall into at least one of those categories.

I finally got to visit their grounds and hear Mass in their chapel. Stunning, sobering, stranquil (sorry ,I couldn’t find another “s” word so I made one up)… I vowed I must return and I must spread word of them however I can so that others might give their prayers and their financial support. These women are probably the closest thing you will encounter to angelic beings on this earth and, from the looks of things, their new monastery might be a tiny piece of heaven. Check out this video that was just shared with me.

Please, at the very least, offer a rosary for the sisters and their intentions. It is the least any of us can do considering their life of prayer offered for us. If you can give, there is information at the end of the video about that. Last week I bought a hoodie but I think that sale has concluded.

May God bless these women and their work!

St. Teresa of Avila and St. John of the Cross, pray for us!

These Men, Our Priests

I don’t often attend the high Mass at my parish. And yet I am truly blessed that my parish offers not one but two of them every Sunday in addition to multiple low Masses. My daughter sings in the girls schola, though, and that means at least twice a month now I’m at a sung (high) Mass.

A year ago I took up the delightful task of reading Adrian Fortescue’s The Roman Mass. Delightful because, well, it’s a great read to a liturgy nerd like me. Task because, well, it’s 500 pages long and replete with footnotes in koine Greek. To me, however, the delight outweighed the task many times over and, not being able to put it down, I was done in a few days. If you have the time and even a slight interest, I highly recommend the book. One of the key takeaways for me while reading about the development of the Roman Mass was the understanding that the low Mass must be viewed in light of the high Mass, and not the other way around. The low Mass only really makes sense this way. In fact, it all makes perfect sense when viewed in light of a papal Mass in Rome in the fourth century; but that’s another story.

The reason I bring this up is because I am enamored of what takes place on the other side of the rail and inspired by the men who carry out the sacred work. This morning, that beauty, ever ancient and ever new, inspired a thread of a thought about good liturgy and authentic manliness that I want to share with you.

I once told a friend that the servers at Latin Mass, in particular, evoke a great sense of both pride and humility in me. Here we have – in some cases – boys as young as seven or eight serving a Latin Mass with the absolute greatest of integrity. They have diligently studied and memorized another language and intricate movements out of love for Our Lord. I well up when I see this. It is plain to me that the moment these lads pull the cassock over their heads and step into the sanctuary, they have at that moment become men. It doesn’t matter what youthful scraps they may find themselves in on the field, what emotional outbursts erupt as they develop physically and for which their hormones have not yet caught up. It doesn’t even matter their stage of physical development. Lacking the muscle mass, voice change, and facial hair that will one day belie their sex to the world; no, these boys could fight battles with the strength of soldiers once they ring the bell and Father hands off his biretta. There’s just something about that role and how seriously they take it. I think we know the reason. It is indeed a grace.

The older among them, too – the teenaged or young men – these guys are ten times more solid than their peers and certainly than I was at that age. The whole company – for we are blessed with many servers at our high Mass – move as a well-trained unit. With military precision, they move in straight lines and turn corners at perfect right angles. They handle sacred vessels with the aplomb of a Marine silent drill corps. I love watching this. I feel drawn into Our Lord’s Calvary. It captivates my attention.

But it is our priests who shine as men among men. There has been a lot of talk in recent decades about manhood and manliness. More so than in other days when men simply lived as men insofar as being a man required one to – as my father always did – shut up and be a man. No boasting, no bravado. No sir, just embrace your existence for it is as plain as the nose on your face. The rise of feminism surely affected the “need” for men to prove their value as men in ways never before imagined. Even still, to me, being a man was what dad did. He got up early every morning, went to Mass, took care of his family, came home, went to bed, and did it all again the next day for 60 years. And he never made a deal of it.

St. Joseph and the Christ Child, statue/altar grouping, St. Mary of the Assumption Catholic Church, Flatonia, TX

Our priests, my priests, do this in spades. Stepping into the sanctuary in ancient vestments, they do what must be done and they seek no fame or glory for it. They modulate their voices as appropriate. From a rich baritone when chanting the Gospel to an inaudible whisper at the Canon, they do what must be done. They posture themselves as the rubrics command and they seek no fame or glory for it. From the dozens of genuflections to the magnificent bows at every mention of the Sacred Name, they do what must be done. And at the consecration, they give their bodies over to Christ who speaks through them to offer the Sacrifice of His Body and Blood to the Father. They elevate Him in their hands – a far better weight than I ever lift in my garage gym. They adore Him – with greater love and devotion than I ever gazed upon my newborns with. They stoop low before Him in greater and more humble submission than I could have mustered in proposing to my wife and they do it because it must be done.

These are the true men among us. These are the men I want my son to emulate. These are the men who have given all, which is the hallmark of manliness. And I see this clearly at the High Mass in my parish church every Sunday. Is it a wonder that so many of the young boys in the parish want to serve and so many more want to be priests? Boys want to be men. It’s hardwired into our DNA. It is how Gos made us. Men want to be more manly. We see other guys who do it better than us and we instinctively and subconsciously imitate them. It’s how God made us.

On the flip side, and here’s the hard truth, is it any wonder why so few young boys or young men really wants to be priests of the New Order these days? I’m serious. There are good priests in that rite, don’t get me wrong. They may even have had a good example to look up to. But consider the absolute dearth of total straight clerics in the rite of Bugnini. For every manly priest in that rite, there are hundreds who insist we hold hands and rock out with the band and who downplay our sins in confession because they don’t want to be fatherly with us. I don’t want my son to be like that. My son doesn’t want to be like that. It’s the rite that feeds the effeminate men seeking to staff it and those men perpetuate the rite. Call it a fag cycle if you will. Again, this isn’t all of them but the exceptions, to me, prove the rule.

Boys want to be men.

Tradition – doing what Our Lord commanded – breeds manliness. If you haven’t ever been to a TLM and you are Catholic and have young sons, bring them one day. Check it out. Sit in silence and watch what a man does. And see if your son isn’t drawn to that like a moth to a flame. And don’t let Satan, the father of lies who tells the world that boys can be girls and girls can be dykes, influence your children.

Mary, Mother of Priest, pray for us!

Sharing from The Remnant

Someone sent me this today. Take a read. It’s spot-on.

www.crisismagazine.com/2022/when-bishops-put-obedience-above-charity