Prayer for the Beatification of the Servant of God Sister Lucia
“Most Holy Trinity, Father, Son and Holy Spirit, I adore you profoundly and I thank you for the Apparitions of the Blessed Virgin Mary in Fatima, that revealed to the world the riches of her Immaculate Heart. By the infinite merits of the Sacred Heart of Jesus and through the intercession of the Immaculate Heart of Mary, I implore You, if it should be for Your greater glory and the good of our souls, to glorify Sr. Lucy, one of the Shepherds of Fatima, by granting us the grace which we implore through her intercession, the miraculous healing of Yvonne Cheryl Ann. Amen. Our Father, Hail Mary, Glory Be.”
In these last number of years we’ve been hearing that just maybe probably there’s no one in hell, not even Satan, and that just maybe probably everyone goes to heaven, even if the they die intent on blaspheming God and wanting to go to hell as they murder the little children of God:
Todos! Everyone!
Todos! Everyone!
Todos! Everyone!
In these last number of years we’ve been hearing that really, you know, like, effectively, there is no sin, at all, of any kind, because once you say that sins which cry to heaven for vengeance are not sins at all, and that the Sacred Scriptures inspired by the Holy Spirit are all lies, well then, in the pretense of such idiots, there is no sin at all, ever, no matter what.
And what that means is that we are directed by said ecclesiastical powers-that-be never to instruct anyone who has fallen into that kind of dark error, but we are to let them rot in their sin and go to hell where we will then follow. They know that all of this is sin, but they hate those who would instruct souls in virtue and love of God and one another. They hotly desire that all go to hell.
What this means is that there is no forgiveness of sin. The powers-that-be are haters who refuse that anyone ever be forgiven, and will go to any length to stop priests from forgiving sinners, you know, the right way, with the penitents being led to a firm purpose of amendment and sincere contrition. The haters mislead the entire world into thinking that amendment of life and contrition for sin are a fool’s quest. Priests and bishops are cancelled just for being good priests and good bishops. They are hated.
What this means is that such haters are daily praying for their own condemnation as they recite the Lord’s prayer at Holy Mass, at Lauds and Vespers, etc. They say:
Forgive us our trespasses AS WE FORGIVE those who trespass against us.
Our Lord Himself immediately explains:
If you do not forgive the trespasses of men, neither will your Father forgive your trespasses.
So, these haters are demanding God’s vengeance be brought upon their own souls. Do it! Do it now! they shriek.
Our Lord says:
“Enter through the narrow gate; for the gate is wide and the way is broad that leads to destruction, and there are many who enter through it.”
Heaven is not destruction. That would be hell.
Our Lord is not a liar and murderer from the beginning. That would be Satan and those with him.
But what if some of the powers-that-be aren’t brave enough to just outright condemn Jesus to hell for saying that people can and do go to hell?
It seems to me that they might just turn to pick a fight with Jesus’ dearest dear good mom. They think she’s helpless. They think she’s not the Queen of heaven and earth, of angels and men, the Queen Mother. That’s not smart on their part.
We’ll see what happens by this time tomorrow.
I once remember that Pope Francis said that women with more than a few kids were rabbits, insulting also my mom, and me as well (as I’m the fourth child). Pope Francis said that the one insulting one’s mom should expect, in all good justice, to be slapped to the ground. Well, well… I ain’t gonna do that. I’d get shot. I’ll forgive him. It’s up to him if he wants that forgiveness.
To prove my forgiveness, I’d like to do him a good favor, reminding him that Jesus is particularly distraught when His Immaculate Mother gets insulted, you know, intimating that she’s not speaking well of her Son, not speaking like a mother should speak, you know, when she points out that we need to repent and do reparation, or else. The “or else” bit is the most charitable proclamation ever, for it saves us from the “or else” that will inevitably come as our own choice to go to hell… “the gate is wide and way is broad” and all that:
There’s a place in hell for those who do not want to be forgiven for insulting Jesus’ dearest dear mother. The ask for God’s vengeance.
There’s a place in heaven for those who want to be forgiven for insulting Jesus’ dearest dear mother. Those who ask for forgiveness will receive it.
So, that means a prayer in reparation and, please God, forgiveness, for those powers-that-be who may have ever or who will be insulting the dearest dear Immaculate Mother of God.
That video is only 3’45”. It’s what I’ve always said. Jordan says it better.
If you say, “I would never do that!” that means that you are exactly the one who would do it. When I was a kid, we went from sleepy, happy, totally Germanic central Minnesota to stand next to the ovens in Dachau. After hundreds of millions of people in dozens of massive genocides this past century have been slaughtered, people still say to this day ever so glibly that it is impossible for human beings to sink so very low as such hell. I agree with Jordan. The negationists are themselves from hell as they congratulate themselves for being “nice” because they think “nice” thoughts. They are the ones who create the conditions from all hell to break lose. Their niceness is apocalyptically demonic. They deny the wounds of Christ Jesus even as they go to church.
Here’s how it happens: The “I would never do that!” attitude is the methodology with which the USCCB has long demanded Catholic seminarians in these USA be formed, bringing the seminarians to the point wherein they proclaim with atheistic certitude that they have no need of salvation, that they are not weak in any way, that they have the perfect “human formation”, that they would never, could never commit sin of any kind, that they are perfect human beings and are thus perfect candidates for being priests. And they all have a license to kill. They are the worst candidates to be ordained to the Holy Priesthood of Jesus Christ. Until you are certain that you could be Judas without the grace of Christ Jesus, you will be Judas all over again. And how many there are. Is there any bishop who doubts this of the PPF, the vaunted Program of Priestly Formation, which insists that grace can only build on an already perfected human nature which got that way without any grace whatsoever? They have turned their backs on Christ Jesus, on the Holy Spirit, and shake their fists at God the Father. It’s scary.
Is that the kind of priest you want, the kind of bishop you want, arrogant, self-righteous, always spitting on parishioners who are never quite as woke as them? All that wokista priests and bishops want is to find ways to get rid of faithful priests and faithful bishops. Pray for priests. Pray for bishops. Pray that they go to Confession as part of their regular spiritual exercises that should slam them to their knees in humble thanksgiving before the One and Only High Priest, the Divine Son of the Immaculate Conception. Do they pray the Divine Office? Do they pray their daily rosaries and other devotions. Are they to be found in quiet Adoration before Jesus in the Most Blessed Sacrament?
In short, pray that your priests and bishops get their own little hell out of the way of Christ Jesus as the one thing necessary, so that, dead to themselves they can live only for Christ Jesus always under the mantel of dearest, dearest Immaculate Mary. Please pray that such be the case for yours truly.
To be clear in answering the question: All priests could be Nazi guards. It would behoove them to know that they are right now Nazi guards and blasphemers in whatever analogous way if they deny that such could ever be the case. Some only find out after they’ve shown their worst, like Saint Longinus who thrust his spear into the side of Christ on the Cross. But that’s the prayer, right? That they at last be turned to Christ after they’ve shown their worst? They too can become martyrs like him: “Truly this was the Son of God.” Isn’t that what has happened to each one of us?
On Friday 17 May 2024, at 12.00, a press conference will be held in the Holy See Press Office, Sala San Pio X, Via dell’Ospedale 1, to present the new provisions of the Dicastery for the Doctrine of the Faith for discerning between apparitions and other supernatural phenomena.
The speakers will be:
His Eminence Cardinal Víctor Manuel Fernández, prefect of the Dicastery for the Doctrine of the Faith;
Msgr. Armando Matteo, secretary for the Doctrinal Section of the Dicastery for the Doctrine of the Faith;
Sr. Daniela Del Gaudio, S.F.I., director of the International Observatory for Marian apparitions and mystical phenomena of the Pontifical International Marian Academy, lecturer in Mariology at the Pontifical Athenaeum Regina Apostolorum and the San Bonaventura Faculty of Rome.
Depending on the device you use, click on the Continue reading → link below to read the decree. I have added emphasis to a few paragraphs in bold lettering.
On whatever day early in the week there’s a trip “across the mountain” to Prince of Peace church to do up some sacristy logistics, to set up the Thursday Noon Mass and the hymns and such for the following Sunday. This time I had to hunt down the Veni Sancte Spiritus, the Pentecost sequence, so very beautiful.
After that, it was time to pick up a dozen more tomato plants. As one parishioner said, “That’s very optimistic of you, Father!” Ha ha. At that location in the back-back-back mountains, this equine sign was to be seen:
In North Carolina we’ve found that it’s necessary to educate elite and entitled city slickers that any creature of the equine species is entitled to do what they do regardless of what the pretended safe space cadets think about it. It is a happy fact that donkeys belong to all that which is equine, you know, the whole equus asinus thing. I’m happy to be considered a jackass, which species also engages in “activities” with wolves who are not always four-footed, needing the gifts and fruits of the Holy Spirit:
Meanwhile, with the tomato plants secured in Sassy the Subaru, and now saying a fourth Rosary on the way back across the mountain, the Glorious Mysteries, the Holy Spirit “let me know” just a little bit who He is. He’s always been hunting me down with ferocity:
Up to this time, now in my mid-sixties, I’ve been running away, thinking I’m way too unworthy to have anything to do with the Holy Spirit. That’s so stupid, because the Holy Spirit was sent among us for the forgiveness of sins and I’ve been to Sacramental Confession a zillion times.Without God’s grace, I’m just an idiot sinner.
If ever there is an inspiration or some such grace that I might somehow notice, I’ll blame my guardian angel for that. I’m scared to say it was the Holy Spirit. Priests have actually reprimanded me with plenty of adrenaline for always bringing up my guardian angel, they insisting that guardian angels are really good, but this (whatever it is that took place) was definitely, they say, the Holy Spirit. And then they laugh with joy, happy that the Holy Spirit would use such a total unmitigated knucklehead as me.
Anyway, driving the dangerous curves of the Nantahala Gorge upper ridge, whilst saying the Rosary, the third Glorious Mystery, I was flooded with a smidgeon of understanding of just who the Holy Spirit is. It’s what I’ve been preaching on forever, but now… like a revelation… so very personal…
I’ve been preaching that the Holy Spirit’s job with us knuckleheads, if you will, is to form us to be members of the Body of Christ, so that through, with and in Christ we are given by this Divine Son of the Immaculate Conception as a gift to our Heavenly Father. Jesus is risen, but as we are formed to be one with Him by the Holy Spirit in this world, we perceive Him as Christ Crucified, we on the Cross with Him.
How very many times I have pointed to Saint Paul saying that the Holy Spirit would have us pray, “Abba! Father!”, which we are to say, one with Jesus, in His perspective, in His agony in the Garden, His sweating blood, His suffering a near dichotomy in the Divine Will, “Not my will, but thine be done!” … referring not so much to undergoing His Passion and Death, He not being concerned in the least about that, but rather in reference to His permitting that His dearest dear Mother would suffer so very much in seeing Him suffer, the difference with Jesus and the Father being that Jesus was born of Mary. He’s always her little Boy. That’s what caused the sweating of blood; that’s what caused his pericardium to break with a massive heart attack. He died from that broken Heart on the Cross, Pilate was surprised that it took Him only hours to die, not days. Have you prayed that prayer recently? The Holy Spirit will have you pray it through, with and in Jesus, in His perspective, His eyes filled with His sweat of blood. It’s very short: “Abba! Father!”
The Holy Spirit teaches us everything that Jesus said and did, how to say, the blood and guts of it, so very personally – how to say it? – not us merely somehow noticing a little bit what Jesus said and did, but noticing the Holy Spirit, in all His fiery love, bringing us to be one with Jesus. So. Very. Personal.
“One with Jesus”… Perhaps another example would help… Maybe I’ve mentioned this previously…
While preaching a while back about John coming back to Calvary to be in solidarity with Mary with Jesus, but with me feeling so very, very unworthy to speak of such things, suddenly, quite tangibly, as it were, I was brought mid-sentence – by the Holy Spirit methinks if I can now make brave… – I was brought to perceive in some small way the perspective of Jesus, that is, from, or better, in Jesus’ point of view, from the Cross, He seeing His Mother, with me perceiving in some small way His concern for His dearest dear Mother there, under the Cross, so very, very personal, like I was seeing her there, with me seeing her from within Jesus, being in awe of His great love and concern for her… Jesus Himself drawing me into this perspective of His, he wanting me there for a moment of that Hour, instructing me – dare I say? – as a Friend, in this way…
I tend to preach about a million miles an hour, as it were, but I was now speechless for many seconds on end, like, noticeably (people mentioned it later), and I was quite self-conscious about this, thinking maybe people will think I’m getting a stroke or some such. I was all choked up. I tried a few times to re-start. More seconds went by. And more. Finally, the homily continued with me being quite shaken for the rest of Holy Mass.
Jesus says that not one of whom the Father has given to Him will be ripped out of His hands. Both He and the Father sent the Holy Spirit. That Holy Spirit forms us to be one with Jesus, which is how the Father gives us to His Son. I’m thinking I’m very late in life to this, and that everyone knows all this since they were little kids…
This is not some sort of self congratulation for me or anyone else. Quite the opposite. It’s like an incrimination of all that any of us might lack. We, all of us, have a really, really long way to go. But this experience for me was an invitation to keep going, to have hope. Jesus does know me. (I’ve always fretted about that.) These bits and pieces of smidgeons of getting to know Jesus give one hope. They are due to the intercession of dearest dear Immaculate Mary, who suffered so terribly for us.
Meanwhile, saying the Rosary, I was deeply impressed that I was being tasked by the Holy Spirit, something about the Most Blessed Sacrament. It has to do with Eucharistic reparation. I have lots of reparation to do for my own sins which are written out – as + Fulton J Sheen used to say – in the wounds of Jesus which He still bears on His risen body.
“But Father George! Father George! You don’t understand! You have to be a saint to do Eucharistic Reparation! And it’s all too Fatima-esque and stuff!”
What Jesus wants is that sinners who have abandoned Jesus, running away from Calvary, like me, come back to accompany Mary accompanying Jesus. That any of us, inadequate, inept as we are, are there with His Mother is a great consolation to Jesus, which is, in turn, a great consolation to Mary. It’s the fiery, fierce Holy Spirit.
Flowers for you, dearest Mary.
I’m so very far from this… but I do wish I could be this guy all the time:
The Holy Spirit can make this possible for any of us, even for me, even for you.
Memorial Day began back in 1868 and is now falls on the last Monday of May. We remember those who were killed in action (KIA), laying down their lives for those of us still alive, in service of God and neighbor.
If you’re travelling, having family reunions on that long-weekend, why not make it a part of the activities of everyone present to go to a cemetery, wherever it is doesn’t matter, and say a Creed, the Our Father, a Hail Mary, a Glory Be and the Fatima decade prayer “Oh My Jesus” for the souls of the departed?
That’s just two minutes, two shocking minutes, two formative minutes for young and old alike. It changes everything. Memories for everyone. Two minutes to draw all of time together.
Here’s a Veterans Day speech of Reagan back in 1985, but, to date, it’s still the best Memorial Day speech, ever. Remember, near 100% of soldiers who died in war were teenagers.
At the public cemetery here in Andrews. Do the math…
He might still have been alive today. Get it? Hail Mary…
That’s 1967, 50 years after the apparitions of Our Lady of Fatima. Pope Paul VI made a pilgrimage. Nine years later, at 16 years of age, on July 12, during the evening vigil candlelight Rosary procession, unworthy though I was, I was tapped to help carry the statue, and was not replaced when others were changed out. Thank you, Mary! Thank you, Father Fox! Thanks to my sister who paid for the pilgrimage!
The Department of Justice and henchmen at the FBI are rabidly prosecuting anyone who is pro-life, and, like, who prays the Rosary, and who is, like, Catholic.
I bid them to watch the very short video above and then I ask them: What are you doing with your life? You started this way as well. Is this not beautiful? God is good. What are you doing with your life?
The other day in Pennsylvania. Yikes! In the videos all over the internet you can hear the click and the jam.
How’s your situational awareness? Hard to tell from the picture, but is that a cross-draw belly-band elastic holster he’s got on underneath the T-Shirt? The Gym-shorts/PJ bottoms combo wouldn’t much work.
Here’s the deacon flying over the rail, simultaneously tackling the perp and wanting to get control of the weapon. Adrenaline permits much:
Awesome, that. A nanosecond later, having spun the perp around and having seated him on the steps and grabbing the gun from him:
Not all churches have such deacons!
I’m guessing that the deacon has some military/LEO experience!
Be aware that not all guns always end up with a mere click and a jam.
Be aware that angels aren’t necessarily going to save us from any such event. The job of the angels is to get us to heaven at the time that is best for our souls. The angels will always do what it takes. We just need to be doing the will of God at every moment. That includes being at the ready like the deacon above, if we can, if we have the circumstances of health to be at the ready in this way.
Does your church have any kind of security measures… at all?
Having a security detail is not an insult to guardian angels, by the way. Angels can handle anything instantly. But our angels want us to do what we can so that we can learn some charity instead of throwing all responsibility onto them.
The point isn’t “winning” from an earthly perspective:
“Do you think I cannot call on my Father, and he will at once put at my disposal more than twelve legions of angels? But how then would the Scriptures be fulfilled that say it must happen in this way?” (Mt 26:53-54).
The point is doing the will of God. That may be that we suffer martyrdom. All glory be to God. Meanwhile, we do what we can in charity. It is not charity to do absolutely nothing preventative all nonchalantly when we know that bad stuff happens this side of the judgment. We need to praise God for what He provides that is good and for what He permits that is evil… the latter with the view of drawing a great good from the evil that is permitted.
It’s not that God isn’t paying attention. It’s part of the effects of original sin that we might perhaps suffer the aggression of others in this world. Can we learn to forgive? Can we learn to go to heaven. That’s the point.
Jesus might for a moment, while we’re in this world, save us from some of those effects of (original) sin, you know, from the continuing weakness of mind, of will, of getting sick and dying, of being tempted, of feeling to be in darkness, feeling far from God, being smacked down by others… all effects of sin which are not suffered in heaven at all.
But the point of Jesus saving us is not to take away, in this world, the just effects of sin chosen with the sin, original sin and otherwise, but to provide us with a humble and contrite heart should we want it, to provide us with forgiveness, to provide us with His presence, to draw us into His friendship, His grace, which, as Saint Paul says, turns to glory in heaven, where no such effects of sin are to be suffered any longer. The point is to have us learn to be charitable to others.
Whether God provides a “click and a jam” or permits that we have the privilege of giving our lives in witness of His love and truth, it’s all good, whatever is best for us. He knows what is best for us, whether we live a bit longer or die immediately in witness of Him.
Meanwhile, God wants us to be charitable, to be at the ready like the deacon flying over the railing and doing the necessary. First of all that means opening our eyes to understand that God can and will permit bad things to happen but only to bring a greater good that is according to His will. That’s huge. Most people throw a tantrum and just say that God would never ever ever permit something bad even if for the greater good. Really? …
Back to the question: does your church have any security measures at all?
We can’t be lackadaisical about this. I remember making a comment on such things some years ago and this time a Catholic deacon reprimanded me, saying that we must, in charity, just let the entire congregation be gunned down, because, you know, being nice to the perp and all that. And no, evil does not make sense.
Are you able to join or set up a security commission in your church?
It’s perhaps a barometer of violence on university campuses far from this quiet paradise of WNC when the violent communist perps of that violence make their presence known here. This is the smallest, remotest parish in North America. Why would anyone want to bother us? Is the ignorance and violence so very widespread that there is overflow even here? Here’s what happened:
(2) An ultra-low information internet troll guy calling himself Chucky chucked a most low-information and quite violent comment on that post (which didn’t make it through the moderation queue). “DON’T FEED THE TROLLS!” is good advice.
“But Father George! Father George! You’re such an ol’ meanie! I bet you didn’t even offer Chucky a safe space, did you? Huh? Huh? I bet you didn’t! For shame, Father George!”
Oh, I have a safe space for Chucky, alright. Chucky seems to live conveniently near the FBI stations surrounding Olathe, Nebraska, so he would have to travel pretty far to get here. I call the safe-space “The Confessional”. Hey! It’s refurbished with a soundproof door along with a wall-sized double-paned sound-proof window! We’re all set whether he wants to go to Confession or throw a tantrum.
He subscribed to the blog so we can expect more tantrums before any Sacramental Confession, but I’m hoping he’ll make a pilgrimage and use the Confessional especially for Sacramental Confession. All are welcome! as they say.
(3) Meanwhile, our great patriot wearer of patriotic jackets came to Holy Mass again yesterday, this time wearing, as if scripted, a great patriotic T-Shirt pictured atop this post. It’s the perfect answer to the hate-filled comment which Chucky the anti-American troll-guy chucked into the comments box. And our patriot hadn’t even seen it.
Chucky, the troll-guy, let me tell you, has deep problems with his would-be education in etymological issues. He starts his rant by proclaiming (with four letter words) that “patriot” doesn’t come from “pater”. So let’s lower ourselves admittedly with great fanfare of condescension, and ask Chucky a question about a particular varmint of preference to him:
How much wood would a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck would chuck wood?
Will Chucky keep chucking his trolling comments? How many chuckings can Chucky chuck? He subscribed to the blog to make sure that he would chuck as much as he could chuck such chuckings.
A woodchuck would chuck as much wood as a woodchuck would chuck if a woodchuck would chuck wood”… and…
This is getting silly because some humor is needed. Is Chucky perhaps an FBI troll baiting reactions? Probably. Chucky is so perfectly out-of-control throwing spittle-flecked nutties that Chucky is, well, a caricature. It’s like refined stupidity, well studied stupidity, a text-book paradigm of stupidity, which, say, a just-graduated FBI agent would use to bait reactions. It’s almost AI-Stupid. But it’s even more adverbially stupidy.
ARISE! LET US BE GOING! 