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So Many Things Wrong…

I feel like this blog post will resemble the back cover of one of those Highlights magazines from the pediatrician’s office when I was a kid. If you know, you know.

First a clip I am sure many of you have seen… In fact the older among us probably lived through this. I came of age in the 1980’s and early 1990’s but believe me, we had one SSJ nun in particular at our parish who delighted in crap like this. So without further ado, the late Sr. Janet Mead:

Why did I just share that? Well, I believe laughter is a great medicine for the soul. And what’s not to laugh about with this? Apart from the cankle tapping at 1:49, there’s the outstretched arms supposedly of Our Lord in some kind of “Resurrecifix” that resembles an alligator at 1:38 (you cannot ever see it differently now and you’re welcome). And I didn’t even mention the groovy, infectious (like an ivermectin-resistant fungus) melody!

Why do we need laughter?

Have you seen the state of the Church lately? I leaned as a young boy when my twin sister died that Our Lord offers us a share in His suffering. But I also learned that He affords us moments of sheer uproarious laughter to help us through the darkness of this vale of tears from time to time. Make use of both. this is the laughter of the “it’s so bad it’s hysterical” variety. It’s also a good laugh at the train wreck that is the post-V2 Church.

Final note: I am currently with my sister and her family in New Jersey. My 30 year-old nephew saw this clip as I was “researching” for this post. His only comment:

“Who let this happen?”

Indeed. but I needn’t worry about him. Like all the others in the younger set, he’s discovered tradition and will never go back.

On a more serious note, why not offer an Ave for Sr. Janet… She died in the past year. It is never a bad idea to pray for the dead.

Most Sacred Heart of Jesus, have mercy on us!

The Witness of the Martyrs and God’s Holy Providence

June 13: Feast of St. Anthony of Padua, Confessor and Doctor

I doubt I could say much about the life of this, one of the most popular saints of all time. Yes, let’s get the obvious out of the way. He helps you find lost things. I almost hate mentioning this fact but boy is it true. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve called on him to find my lost keys and then later on to help find the perfect parking space. And he always delivers.

But there are two events in the life of this holy man that strike me as more beautiful than the rest of his adventures. And remember, the saints are indeed the heroes we should introduce our children to. They did indeed live adventurous lives.

Anthony was born Fernando in Lisbon in 1195. At the same time the young man was studying to be an Augustinian priest, Francisco was founding the Friars Minor – an order unlike any up to that time which, together with the other newly formed mendicant society, the Dominicans, would help reform the Church. Eventually, disgruntled with the Augustinians, Fernando would join the Franciscans as the first priest of the order. Francis was leery of clerics for good reason. Nonetheless, Fernando, now called Antonio after the great hermit saint of Egypt, would leave his mark on the order and the world.

The first instance of his life that moves me greatly is the thing that prompted him to join the Franciscans. The bodies of the first five Franciscan martyrs were brought back from Morocco and carried with great solemnity through the streets of Coimbra. Fernando was moved by their witness to the faith borne out in their love unto death of Christ Jesus.

High Altar, St. Anthony of Padua Catholic Church (ICKSP), West Orange, NJ

There is a story that he pleaded, “I would gladly trade my habit for yours if I could go to Morocco to die as they did!”

The Church’s calendar used to be littered with feasts of the martyrs, in particular the martyrs of Ancient Rome. The traditional Roman calendar retains these feasts and most days I find myself amazed to read a blurb or two about them in my missal. Here we have men, women, and children – rich and poor, prince and pauper – who willingly died painful deaths for love of Christ. One has to wonder why so many were stripped out of the new calendar… Imagine if their inspiring witness were still widespread.

The second instance is the flip side of the coin of Fernando’s desire to die a martyr. Our Lord had other plans for him. He set off for Morocco and was shipwrecked. He never made it. Instead, he found himself in Italy where he took up the life of a preacher, hammering the heretics and championing the faith.

It all reminds me of the novelette The Song at the Scaffold by von le Fort. Two Carmelite nuns – one brave and one timid – each have different natural desires. The brave wants to die on the scaffold of French terror and anti-Catholic hatred. The timid wants to be left alone, afraid of her own shadow. However, in the end the roles are reversed. The bold nun, under obedience remains behind to redound the convent while the frightened Sr. Blanche loudly sings the Veni Creator Spiritus until her vocal cords are severed at the guillotine.

Funny how that works, isn’t it? I wonder if the desire to die for Christ isn’t simply the first step (and greatest mental act) of sacrificing one’s will to God.

Regardless, may your feast of St. Anthony be blest and may you find all your lost things. If you come across my mind, drop me a line. I haven’t seen it since my kids were born.

St. Anthony of Padua, pray for us!

And Now for Something Completely Different

While on a long stretch of drive today I listened to a British TV presentation of a few years ago. The program was called The Kings and Queens of England. It covers, one at a time, every king and queen of England from the time of the Norman Conquest in 1066 to Elizabeth II. It’s four and a half hours long and I only got to the Stuarts. And as though I didn’t already know this, all I can say is:

“What a bunch of freaks!”

Adultery seemed to be the order of the day. Also murder, usurpation, faggotry galore, theft, very bad theology, and bad teeth.

In other words, it played out just like the Roman Curia of today.

The presenter who is also the writer of the show’s script got a few things wrong. But all in all it was an interesting listen. I’ll include the embed below for the interested (insomniac) viewer. One thing I found most fascinating is that England hasn’t had a native sovereign since Harold Godwinson in 1066.

St. Edward the Confessor, pray for us!

Texas Justice

I have been reading with fascination the back and forth between the Arlington, TX Carmel and Bishop Michael Olson of the Fort Worth Diocese.

All I can say is, let’s put this to the “smell test” for initial treatment.

This smells like shit.

On the surface, something is seriously wrong here. The bishop comes across looking like a vindictive, petulant child. The sisters come across looking like absolute victims. These are impressions.

I say this with little more evidence than what my senses are perceiving.

That’s not entirely true.

I worked for the bishop for a short time. For seven months I was a vice principal at an elementary school in his diocese. I met him exactly three times. I found him cold and aloof. My initial impression was that I had just been introduced to a drunk who is “functioning”. Keep in mind I am an anonymous blogger talking about a public figure. So, again, these are my impressions. I could be entirely off-base. I admit that. Then again, I have a lifetime of experience dealing with drunks. What I can add to this is that I just didn’t care for the man. And that is my impression. Something rubbed me the wrong way.

One thing I do know for sure is this. The Church in these United States has a long history of intertwining with civil and corporate law. Dioceses are incorporated under the laws of the civil jurisdictions in which they are located.

And I know this too… The great State of Texas doesn’t take kindly to anyone seizing the personal property of another as is alleged in this case. If I’ve been reading this correctly, the sisters claim that the bishop took the cell phone and other electronic devices of the Mother.

I am not sure on what grounds he took these things if he did take these things. Which no one has yet disputed.

The images the diocese released of the stash of drugs in the monastery are laughable. It appears to be a setup, at least to me. But, as my dad would say, “What do I know?”

It also seems odd to me that Bergoglio seems to be engaged in a pattern of seizing monastic property from traditional orders.

Im other words, the Vatican can deputize a bishop to act with complete authority. But Texas might have another thing to say about the matter.

We shall see…

Happy Sunday everyone!

Our Lassus of Mount Carmel, pray for us!

Do Whatever He Tells You!

Our Blessed Mother’s last words recorded in the Gospel…

“Do whatever He tells you!”

This evening I came across a beautiful statue of the Pieta. This statue is the work of Spanish artist Edwin Gonzalez.

Pietá, Chapel of Christ of the King, Front Royal, VA

I thought of those words from Blessed Mother and then of the words He spoke to her three years later.

“Woman, behold thy Son…”

It is amazing how a beautiful piece of art can conjure so many prayerful thoughts to one’s mind.

Mother of Sorrows, pray for us!

Something’s in the Air

Whoever told Canada to blow on us should be strung up. And no, this is not the three days’ darkness but it sure is weird.

My wife texted me that a friend on Long Island had told her the health department made the following announcement. “Spending five minutes outside in this smoke is the equivalent of smoking six cigarettes.”

“You should get up to Masapequa while the prices are this low,” she said to me.

Ha. Ha.

This morning I went to Mass at the parish in Harrisburg, PA. On my drive I could literally smell fire in the air in the cabin of my car. When I stepped out in front of the church I encountered a man in a mask taking pictures with a high end camera pointed down the block. I stepped around the back of my vehicle to see what his subject was. It was the state Capitol building two blocks away. Only it was completely obscured.

This is certainly weird, folks. In all my years on this earth I have never seen anything like it. Whether it’s from a naturally occurring wildfire way north of us or not, I cannot say.

But one thing I do know…

Stay confessed.

St. Catherine of Siena, pray for us!

Memento Mori

I ask the Blessed Mother every day to obtain for me the grace of attending daily Latin Mass every day.

I am currently on the road for an extended period of time. So far, she has not let me down.

She never does.

So tonight when I walked into the FSSP parish in Harrisburg, PA, with a sense of true joy that once again I was going into the altar of God, I noticed something a little different.

The church was set for a solemn requiem Mass for a priest of the FSSP who had died a month ago. His name was Fr. Terrance Gordon. Please pray for his soul.

But the catafalque draped in black, surrounded by the six candles, the black vestments of the young priest, the choir chanting Dies Irae and In Paradisum

This is the Church reminding us. This is the Church praying for her dead. In every Mass Father prays at the offertory, “for my own countless sins, offenses, and negligences, and for all here present; as well as all faithful Christians living or dead that it mag avail for my own and their salvation unto life eternal.”

I couldn’t help but think of my own soul. And then I thought of a few others who also need to be reminded that this is not our home, that we will be judged and possibly when we least expect it.

Stay confessed. Go to Mass. Pray your rosary.

Eternal rest grant unto him, O Lord and may perpetual light shine upon him.