Father Dana is dying of ALS. He’s a friend of friends for me, and I met him a number of times here in North Carolina. What a great priest. Read his cry from the heart by clicking on “Continue reading” above. Hail Mary…
When some of my own unrepeatable circumstances weigh on me, I think of other priests such as Father Dana. His very life of profound faith in the midst of impossible circumstances – his very life now on what will be his death bed being an act of intercession for the entire Church – is a great encouragement to me.
This was taken while on a trip to the doctor after my bout with Covid, then Pneumonia. A good friend was driving me, and of a sudden, on a back-ridge mountain road, I yelled out, “Stop! Stop!” I had to get this “Flower for the Immaculate Conception.” This fellow says a zillion Rosaries a day. He thought my antics to be most appropriate.
That’s the handprint of a child with autism on the main entrance of Holy Redeemer Catholic Church here in Andrews, NC. We treat well those with any special needs here in the midst of Jesus’ Little Flock. For a particular reason within the parameters of Church Law regarding the Sacrament of Anointing of the Sick, this child was provided with this Sacrament, a most peaceful event with the family all around.
And then… bam! — Handprint on the door, as if to say: “This is where I feel at home; this is my home.”
The currents run deep in those with more severe forms of autism. That’s my experience with those with autism right around the world, here in these USA, down in Australia, in Lourdes, France. In my own reading on autistic traits I recognized lots of things about myself. Many of those have stuck with me to date. I’m certainly taken to be the stupidest person ever – never the case with those with autism – a perception almost exclusively of narcissists, almost always filthy liberals.
And then… bam! The presentation of Christ Jesus and Immaculate Mary that cannot be refuted, as if I say: “It is with them that I feel at home; my home, please God, will be in heaven.”
I suppose all of that is presumptuous on my part, or is it that the currents are running deep? Here’s the deal: I do have the joy of having the hope that the wounds of Christ Jesus were received by Him also for me.
When entering into the gates of heaven, please God, I’d like to leave a handprint, so as to say: “This is where I feel at home; this is my home.”
Some points [with my own AriseLetUsBeGoing.com comments]:
“Bishop Knestout [Theodore McCarrick’s former secretary and roommate, now in Richmond VA diocese] suddenly showed up at St. Francis of Assisi in Rocky Mount and took over mass. [Though from the video of a local news station it appears that the bishop took the chasuble from Father Mark just before Mass.] Father Mark White was the pastor at the Church. He also served as Pastor at St. Joseph’s in Rocky Mount. [And now totally suspended and on his way to being dismissed from the clerical state, “laicized.”]
“During the televised service Bishop Knestout told viewers, ‘Father White and I are at odds.’ In the video shared with 8News, you see Pastor White is forced to stand in the background. [So, concelebration; therefore, no crime in secular or eccelesiastical law has been committed by Father White, certainly absolutely nothing deserving of censure of any kind. But the public reprimand of the Bishop against Father White during a concelebration is a terrible scandal, as it’s a clear statement by the bishop that the Holy Sacrifice is not at all about Jesus, but about grandstanding from a truly bully pulpit.]
“[…] Shortly after that mass, White was locked out of the churches, his apartments, and essentially kicked to the curb. ‘Thanks be to God I had a parishioner that was able to provide me with a place to live,’ White said.”
From a comment there, followed by my own comment further below:
“Emilio says: 15 July 2021 at 8:39 PM — The Archdiocese of Washington is my home diocese, and I am a former chancery employee. I got to know Fr. White when he was a seminarian and was assigned to my suburban parish for a summer. I also knew then-Father Knestout well, when he was priest-secretary to the saintly and last Catholic Archbishop of Washington, the late Cardinal Hickey. The key to understanding the situation between Knestout/White is to understand that the paths of both men began and had already crossed in the DC Archdiocese, and then both men wound up in the Richmond Diocese, each for different reasons. A much better way of saying that was that Fr. White had the incredible bad luck of having the former vicar general and auxiliary bishop (who didn’t like him already in his old Archdiocese), become his new Ordinary in the Diocese he managed to transfer to. Why was Fr. White disliked? He was thought of as “too traditional”… one of his first assignments was an über-rich, liberal suburban Maryland parish that complained about Fr. White wearing his cassock and birreta. It supposedly “weirded out” the parents of the parish school… or so they said. Knestout is a company man, a bureaucrat with no pastoral experience or backbone. He will change his stripes for whomever is in power, for whomever might promote him further. He will throw you under the bus, no questions asked, if you are a problem for him. Perhaps some of you will recall a sad episode where a faithful priest, on loan from a Russian Diocese, refused to give Communion to a lesbian woman who presented herself with her lover at her mother’s funeral (St John Neumann Church, Gaithersburg Maryland). Cardinal Wuerl mercilessly threw that priest under the bus, while apologizing to the mainstream Media. Knestout was his vicar general, and Wuerl had him do the dirty work of “cancelling” that priest. Many in the DC archdiocese will do the same, in order to climb. I didn’t know the incredible development that Knestout now wants White to be laicized. How outrageous. There are Richmond Diocese priests that have been spewing heresy from the pulpit for decades, but it’s Father White who has to be laicized? That confirms in my mind that Knestout knows that there is still ALOT of bad stuff that could still come out from McCarrick and Wuerl’s tenures, and is terrified of White…in addition to hating him. How ugly and how dark. My heart goes out to Father Mark White. Can laicization be undone by a future Pope?”
Wow. Within hours. The Bishop had the locks changed on Father Mark’s rectory with no warning, you know, because Father Mark was guiding people through the abuse crisis. Changing the locks certainly steps up the game, doesn’t it?
As I always say, I’m in the best diocese with the best bishop. But that can change. Bishops come and go, for instance. But 99% of other priests in these USA are at risk of being unjustly and instantaneously homeless. What are they to do? Literally get rid of personal libraries and a lifetime of research, all clothing and personal effects, you know, to be ready to zip up just a couple pieces of luggage as they are being home-invaded by “locksmiths”, only, you know, to have those couple of items knocked from their hands as they try to leave in a decorous manner instead being thrown through a picture window?
And in answer to commenter’s question above, the answer is “Yes!” Another Pope can undo any dismissal from the clerical state. It ain’t easy in times of unbelief, but we’re talking “all things being equal.”
This was put up before on this blog, but it is best, methinks, to put it up again. There will be some fierceness to be witnessed in the coming days. I just wanted people to see another side of Father Altman, the one who prays before the Blessed Sacrament, the one who prays the Rosary, the one who – impossible to the fakers – has great spiritual insights into the Joyful Mysteries of the Rosary. His words are spoken with awe before the Mystery. As expected – and I love this – he mentions some of the imbecile heresies that we all heard from Seminary professors. He refutes the idiocy well.
You can skip to 7.40 for the Gospel then the homily.
And here’s three other homilies in a row, the first one being why some powerful ecclesiastics have it in for him:
/// The following is taken from the USCCB website bio. I bet that will be removed forthwith. Interesting details. The licentiate degree form the Angelicum in ecumenical theology had one of the biggest heretics known to the history of the Church as professor at the time. Dunno if he’s still there, but… ///
Reverend Monsignor Jeffrey D. Burrill, STL – GENERAL SECRETARY
Rev. Msgr. Jeffrey D. Burrill, S.T.L., was elected USCCB General Secretary by the body of bishops on November 16, 2020. He succeeds Msgr. J. Brian Bransfield, who served in the role for five years. Prior to his election as General Secretary, Msgr. Burrill served as a USCCB Associate General Secretary since February 2016.
The USCCB General Secretary coordinates all administrative matters of the Conference, and is responsible for the coordination of the work of the Conference Committees and staff. He likewise directs and coordinates the planning and operational activities of the various secretariats and offices in support of the work of the Conference.
Msgr. Burrill is a priest of the Diocese of La Crosse, Wisconsin, where he served as pastor of St. Bronislava Church from 2013-2016. Previously, he served at the Pontifical North American College in Rome from 2009-2013, first as director of apostolic formation and then as the Carl J. Peter chair of homiletics, formation advisor, and director of media relations. He was pastor of the tri-parishes of St. Mary’s, Durand, Holy Rosary, Lima, and Sacred Heart of Jesus in Mondovi, Wisconsin, from 2001 through 2009. He taught and served as chaplain at Regis High School and Middle School in Eau Claire, Wisconsin, from 1999 to 2001.
Msgr. Burrill earned a bachelor of arts degree from Saint Mary’s College Immaculate Heart of Mary Seminary in Winona, Minnesota, in 1994; a bachelor of sacred theology from the Gregorian University in Rome in 1997; and a licentiate in ecumenical theology from the Angelicum University, also in Rome, in 1999. He was ordained to the priesthood in 1998 in the Diocese of La Crosse. He served in several leadership positions for the diocese, including six years as a regional vicar and two terms on the Diocesan Presbyteral Council. Msgr. Burrill also served as the ecumenical officer and as a member of the seminary admissions board. https://www.usccb.org/about/jeffrey-d-burrill-stl
Hey! Just a guess! But I think you will soon see dozens of new interviews with the great Father James Altman who will be able to speak to all this with alacrity, as he is a member of the same diocese as this guy. Oh my. Let the fireworks begin. More power to Father Altman, the power of being a member of the Little Flock of Jesus, on one who has reverence for Jesus and His dear Immaculate Mother. I mean contrast that with the Monsignor Grindr pictured above. Fine. Excuse me. They are just allegations. So, nothing, right? If you want full context for what you’ll be seeing with Father Altman, read the Pillar investigation:
Let’s begin this screed here in the Diocese of Charlotte, NC, USA, with our Vicar General’s email sent out late Saturday night [the day after, 17 July, 2021]. It contained the above PDF from the Most Reverend Bishop. We are now to “begin to study” [indefinite time frame] and only then will we “being to consider” [a consecutive indefinite time frame]. That refers to quite a long space of time, which is prudent, given the weighty but oft contradictory commentary of Canon lawyers, bishops and cardinals, with wildly different and contradictory applications right throughout the world.
This already testifies to the stunningly ambiguous and imprecise nature of both the “Letter” of Pope Francis and the “Motu proprio”. This allows for lots of wiggle room, say, loopholes. In the discovery of those loopholes, those suffering the restriction are to be given the widest possible latitude, the least restrictive interpretation possible.
There is some emotionalism regarding this highly controversial letter because of the Promethean “manner and tone”, angry and sarcastic, the taunting, the baiting. It’s quite bullying, non-Fatherly, quite the iron fist, no mercy, no accompaniment, just a literal casting into the peripheries (further comment on that below). In other words, however imprecise the Canon law in these “documents” of Pope Francis, we know precisely, incisively, painfully, exactly what he means. Burn it all!
It’s prudent to wait some time while more knowledgeable minds opine. I saw a great comment the other day, for instance, which would solve a great deal of anguish:
When there is a matter of discipline, that is, something not absolutely essential to the faith, an odious and unbearable burden foisted upon Christ’s faithful, priests or laity, any demand for obedience to that prescription, that law, can be lifted by the local ordinary with the stroke of a pen. Yes. Very cool, that. I mean, we’re interested in the motivation of Canon Law and other law, that is, the care of souls, the cura animarum. I, for one, expect this care for Jesus’ Little Flock from our Shepherds.
There is concern that “at the moment, and until further notice [uh oh… or is that just being diplomatic? ;-) ] those priests who have already been offering the Extraordinary Form of the Mass [btw: using that language is a most polite but strong rejection of Pope Francis’ efforts, much along the lines of what Cardinal Mueller has just published. ;-) ] may continue to do so.” Great, for the moment, I mean, that does sound a bit ominous, but we’ll see how it works out.
There is also the statement that we will be “moving together as a diocese in a smooth and orderly transition to the new course charted by Traditionis Custodes.” That is also a merely very carefully phrased statement, for it could include dispensations from prescriptions that are most odious to the faithful. ;-)
While there are a myriad internal inconsistencies and contradictions and impossibilities and ambiguities in both the “Letter” and the “Motu proprio” of Pope Francis, there are a couple of observations which I am compelled in conscience to make as a priest of Christ Jesus.
There are circumstances in which the Holy Sacrifice of the Mass offered in the traditional use is cast right out of any parish church. Well, there are consecrated non-parish churches or chapels close to Charlotte, such as Belmont Abby and, certainly, the new seminary chapel. And that makes me laugh out loud with great joy. You can’t get better than that, you know, if you live nearby to those places, you know, like the seminarians. Door to door travel time both ways for someone in my parish would be fully ten hours, not to mention the time to arrive early, assist at the Mass, and a little time to pray afterward. Can you imagine the burden for those who are elderly, weak? How terribly cruel would that be? Very.
The solution for my parish, in the middle of nowhere back-ridges at the end of the diocese, would be to sanction that this form of the Mass be offered in the ultra-filthy slimy Community Center of the town. The Mayor of Andrews has already promised that I can have a few early morning hours every Sunday provided no one else has signed up for that time. And that’s unworkable for a thousand reasons where people travel from a number of other states to get here.
But this brings us to the heart of that which horrified me. There are plenty of good reasons for Holy Mass to be said outside of any parish church. Priests said Holy Mass in their bunks in Auschwitz, for instance. Or how about this:
But this action of Pope Francis is an attack from inside the Church. Not to be done.
To throw out any Rite of Holy Mass, right out of any and all parish churches, is to physically throw Jesus Christ Himself out of His own church, His own sanctuary, His own altar. “Damn you, you damn Jesus!” Isn’t that what’s being said? Just a question. But a valid and necessary question that is, at any rate, perhaps, rhetorical.
Oh, I forgot! I get it now! Pope Francis did this on the Feast of Our Lady of Mount Carmel, and Alexander Tschugguel went into the Carmelite church at the end of Via della Conciliazione up from the Vatican, grabbed the demon idol Pachamama, brought it to the Tiber River, and threw it in the river. What Pope Francis is doing – throwing Jesus out of His own church – is it in vengeance for Pachamama being thrown out? Remember that Pope Francis held a worship ceremony for the demon idol Pachamama, and then had the demon Pachamama placed on the Papal Altar in Saint Peter’s (above Saint Peter’s bones). This is the Bdelugma, the abomination of desolation where it should not be (see Matthew 24:15; Mark 13:14).
In other words, Pope Francis has equated Jesus and Pachamama.
“But Father George! Father George! You obviously didn’t read what Pope Francis wrote about how much he hates abuse of the New Order of Mass! What you say cannot be! You’re an old meanie, rigid!”
Well, here’s the deal, for Pope Francis there is no abuse possible in the Novus Ordo Mass, for he himself is the worst abuser of the New Order of Mass, having enthroned the demon idol Pachamama on the Papal Altar.
HERE’S MY PROPHESY:
There will be forced concelebrations of all priests once a month, say, with their bishop at their Cathedrals, with each occasion having having a different theme:
Gay-marriage theme in honor of enculturation of Germany
Demon Pachamama idol theme in honor of enculturation of the Amazon
Dirt-bringing theme in honor of enculturation of aboriginal peoples in Australia
Red-Mass theme in honor of pro-abort politicians, making sure all them get Holy Communion
Need I continue for all 12 months of the year? I think you get the idea. Perhaps you can think of other themes.
If you are a bishop somewhere in this world trying to suck up to Pope Francis, smashing down priests, but having no intention of following up yourself on such diabolical behavior, know that you will be the next target. If this is done to Jesus, don’t think you are safe. And then what will you do? Follow Jesus or deny Him. Those who deny Him in this world be denied by Him before His Heavenly Father.
BONUM EX INTEGRA CAUSA, MALUM EX QUOMUNQUE DEFECTU:
“A thing is good because it is integrally so; a thing is evil on account of any defect. An evil law is no law at all. It can’t be obeyed or disobeyed; it is simply nothing. The law-giver is acting ultra vires, beyond his powers. It is to be ignored.
To put that differently, disobedience of a subject to an evil order from a superior is supreme obedience, an act of charity beneficial to the subject, to the superior, to all others who hear of it.
I AM JOYFULLY ENTHUSIASTIC IN MY HOPE TO SEE POPE FRANCIS IN HEAVEN
I’m not angry, bitter, upset with Pope Francis. I pray for him. Thanks be to God and to the prayers of many, even I rejoice in profound peace. I offered Holy Mass for Pope Francis today. I included bishops who are cancelling priests unjustly. I included priests who are have been cancelled, and those who are in the process of being cancelled unjustly, and know it or don’t know it.
The irony is that the Holy Mass that I offered was in the use of the Traditional Latin Mass at the main parish Mass in the Main parish church this past Sunday, two days after this was forbidden. The letter of my own bishop was sent out late Saturday night, but I knew nothing of it until after Sunday, on Monday morning. :-)
God called us to live in this time. Let us have the joy and peace of the Holy Spirit, come what may. Hail Mary…
OH! AND HERE’S ANOTHER PROPHESY…
I’m thinking that Pope Francis will require all priests to get vaccinated with vaccines which are dangerous and immoral, having been derived from living tissue ripped from babies as they are taken living out of the womb. Priests who are faithful to baby Jesus in the womb of His dear Immaculate Virgin Mother will be dismissed forthwith from the clerical state (laicized) and large numbers of Jesus’ Little Flock will be deprived of the sacraments. Jesus is not happy with that, nor is our Blessed Mother.
ONE LAST PROPHESY…
Those who are close to Jesus and Blessed Mother (say the Rosary!) will find themselves rejoicing in heaven.
That was the Noon Mass. It’s all about the Lamb of God.
I still haven’t read the missive at 7:45 pm, nor was there any note from the chancery. And no, I don’t trust the Vatican communications crowd. They have blatantly lied many times and changed texts. Why should I trust those who repeatedly lie? When I get a copy promulgated in the Acta in Latin I’ll consider considering it.
If this homily were to be given anywhere else, in any other diocese, I would surely be forthwith cancelled, but this is the best diocese with the best bishop. I rejoice in that. I speak while I can. Circumstances can change over night. I cannot but speak from the heart about Jesus, and what, please God, I correctly perceive to be in His Sacred Heart, that is, honor for His dearest Immaculate Virgin Mother who stood perfectly in solidarity with Him in the midst of the wolves on Calvary. Thank you, Jesus. Thank you, dearest Mother Mary.
Someone who will remain unnamed but who is very influential in the State of North Carolina and now these USA put up my name as candidate for Mayor of Andrews.
“But Father George! Father George! You’re a priest! You can’t do that!”
Meanwhile, the Pope and the Papal States and now the sovereign City State across the pond… But I’ll let that slide.
Let’s say that I would be cancelled as a “rigid” priest by the Power-Cardinals stateside and in the Holy See, so that it would then be possible for me to go into politics. Not that I would make a living of that here, but as a sideline and springboard…
Here’s the deal: I wouldn’t even have to campaign to win this small town election for mayor with that particular endorsement of that particularly influential person. If that were known, it would all take on a life of it’s own, especially if I were a cancelled Catholic priest – cancelled for not compromising with Christ Jesus – here in this heavily Baptist area.
But, it is to laugh, and enough to send me down memory lane. My dad was mayor of a town fully 27 times the size of Andrews, and my uncle was the Fire Chief. It’s an honor for me to be mentioned in this way, you know, in honor of my dad and also my uncle. We’d all have a beer together over that and have lots of laughter.
His advice to me would be what he told me so very often in the last years of his life:
“Goodness and kindness, George, goodness and kindness.”
The doctor did a very thorough type of antibody test, which had multiple indicators of being positive for Covid antibodies, meaning that it is very likely that I had it fairly recently, say, at the beginning of my six week saga. The first couple of weeks were Covid, not so bad, but when the viral pneumonia hit… BAM! so very tired and weak.
But the white blood cell count is back up to normal, and I do have heaps more energy, but the doctor said I still have to take it easy and concentrate on getting better, mainly RESTING! Yikes…
I’ll be doing all daily and weekend Masses, but not 5:30 AM Sunday morning at church for Adoration and Confessions before more Adoration and Confessions across the mountain at 8:00 AM, then two Masses and then Communion Calls until night. Just the Masses, and I’m spreading out the Communion Calls. So:
Vigil Mass 6:00 PM Saturday (Spanish) at Holy Redeemer in Andrews, preceded by Confessions.
8:30 AM Sunday Mass at Prince of Peace in Robbinsville, preceded by Confessions.
11:00 AM Sunday Mass at Holy Redeemer in Andrews, preceded by Confessions.
There are those who say that they will have a question for God if they make it to heaven, such as what’s the deal with wood-ticks and mosquitoes and wasps and hornets and yellow jackets. Myopic. And not recognizing the perfect ecosystems which we go about destroying. Mostly, it’s just not having a bit of humility, not wanting to open one’s eyes and be directed to the Creator by His Creation.
Meanwhile, this bit of stinging horror pictured above is just under the eves of the carport, just where I open the car door, so that when I stand up, all in black, these beasties think they are under attack, just inches away. I often feel them smashing into the “baseball” cap I wear. It’s their favorite spot no matter what I do, year after year. I’m allergic to such critters, a hereditary condition. Sorry, but I got out the ol’ wasp spray.
People say that Saint Francis wouldn’t like harming such innocent creatures, but that’s only because of the myths that have grown up around Saint Francis. No wimp, flowers in the hair hippie he, no, no, no. Go ahead, read the rule for his fledgling community that he wrote. Remember, he was deacon, and had courses in the law of the Church such as it was at the time. He is precise. He wants his friars in heaven. He wants them to be crucified to themselves and the world so as to live for Christ Jesus.
“But Father George, you’re talking about being crucified to yourself and to the world and you’re afraid of a little sting? Bwahahahahahahaha!”
I know. I know. But it’s just that a little sting could do me in right quick.
“But Father George, you used to have bee hives!”
Well, I never said I was always prudent in having no fear of anything. And these beasties are different than bees.
Our Lord says that we will have no questions when we enter, please God, into heaven. But I insist that I will have a question, but it will be merely rhetorical. When something bad happens to us here on earth, we tend to ask, perhaps with some bitterness: “Why is it always me?”
When we enter, please God, into heaven, it seems to me that we will be so thankful and so awestruck at the love and goodness and kindness of the Lord, that we will ask the same thing: “Why me, Lord? I am a useless servant who only did what he had to do.”
And you know what that is? Going to Confession. Oooo! That stung, didn’t it? ;-) But don’t be afraid of a little sting. The happiness of the grace of absolution, just so wonderful.
There are now three spaghetti squarrrshes. You’ll notice that in the lower right squarrrsh there’s a little worm hole. Not to worry. I’ve found that the worms (protein!) generally don’t burrow further than the outside shell, and you can easily extract a small bit of the shell before microwaving[!]. This Spring – 2021 – I ate through the remainder of last years squarrrsh – Autumn of 2020 – that I had sitting on a shelf in the kitchen. They were perfectly fresh. Five minutes of microwaving, say, a quarter (lengthwise), made for perfect al dente spaghetti, as it were. Great!
The seeds for these spaghetti squarrrsh came from the ones I was eating the following Spring. While I was microwaving, I ran out and planted the seeds I had gouged out of the squarrrsh and watered them. And now there are so many more. God is good.
Meanwhile, I was complaining about there being no bees. Well, that’s changed. I saw about a dozen today. So, they’ve discovered the garden.
So impatient, I was also complaining about there being only a few October Bean pods. Now I count fully one hundred.
The tomatoes are putting out lots of fruits, the count – which I shouldn’t do (Remember when King David did that?) – the count is at about 60 having harvested about a dozen already.
Today was the last pickings of the asparagus patch. That needs to grow into a huge forest once again.
The lettuce all of a sudden took off…
Blah blah blah ? ? ?
HERE’S THE DEAL:
The Lord God made us in such manner that as we go through unrepeatable minutiae dealing while with that which is utterly mundane, such as manure from Cooper the mini-horse next door, so as to fertilize any garden, or whatever it is, if we do any and all of that with the love of God, walking with, say, Saint Joseph and our Blessed Mother, with our Lord Jesus, with our angels guardian, with agility of soul, purity of heart, interceding, say, for the whole of the Mystical Body of Christ, so that heart and soul is opened up in love for the whole of mankind especially in midst of the sorry state that we are in, well, these unrepeatable minutiae become an occasion to come away for a little while with the Lord, but at the same time already at the ready to assist those who call upon us.
ALSO, AND JUST TO SAY:
I’ve been doing this all on my own. But when I was at one of the ordinations recently I was at table afterward with a gentleman who asked about gardening. I explained what I was doing and he asked if he knew what was happening in and Charlotte. Um… No… He was more amazed. He said that there is a grass roots movement (grass is the wrong word) of Catholics, particularly home-schoolers, to have big gardens, starting small, but say, enough when you got good at it to have provisions, say, for a year. He said that there is a prudent “prepper” side to this, but the main motivation – as it should be for everything in our lives – is to let the gardening speak to you about God. This isn’t at all a hippie thing. Rather, it is ferociously about Romans Chapter One, wherein Saint Paul says that the whole of creation speaks to us about the Creator. This takes a certain humility. And this leads to a kind of epiphany that God is good and kind in every way, and that He is with us even in all the unrepeatable maneuverings of manure from Cooper the mini-horse.
Texted to me specifically to put up on the blog as a Flower for the Immaculate Conception, even though the DNC is hysterically – “beyond even what Putin would do” – wanting to politically, as the government no longer for, of and by the people, wanting to censor text messages, that is, phone to phone, whatever about SnotBook, Twatter and Pacham-Amazon. Phone to phone. How did they not stop a Flower for the Immaculate Conception? Do they not know that Consecration to her Immaculate Heart will militate against the errors of Communism now spread throughout the world. She, the dearest Virgin Mother of Jesus, will bring souls from self-entitlement and only-a-cog-in-a-machine oppression to the joy of belonging to the Son of the Living God, Christ Jesus. But they let it through. Bwahahahahaha.
The one who texted me this Flower for the Immaculate Conception has been asking Mary Immaculate’s intercession for my recovery from pneumonia, and indeed, I started feeling better. This is a thanksgiving. And I thank all who said a prayer for me. You’re all very good and kind.
I had another seven hour saga with the doctor the other day. Much blood was drawn as this was also my yearly physical. He’ll call me later today or tomorrow with the results. But I feel better. Still a little tired, but much better. On that note, I started Keto yesterday, 13 July, 2021, at 231 pounds. I’d like to make it to 189, the same ideal weight my dad’s doctor gave him back in the 1980s. I got to 190 last time I did Keto in a serious way. I know how to do it now.
Meanwhile, I’ll be giving a series of lectures on the women of the New Testament, including our Blessed Mother, ending with an exposition of Genesis 2:4a–3:24. But I needed my health back as a gift from Mary so as to give all that a flower back to her. For now, this flower for you, dearest Mother.
None of that will be texted, so I guess it’s safe from DNC censorship. ;-)
The great David L. Gray. Superb. I love it. Yes, what is happening is that slitting the throat of Father Altman is meant to send a message to other priests who might be a little scared to preach boldly. They should just continue sitting on the fence.
Speaking of fences, a story comes to mind. Down in the Down Under, Australia, I was sent to a parish to fix the problems left by the previous priest, serious problems, problems which came about because he insisted on siting on the fence.
The wonderful church ladies cornered me just as I was driving into town to my new parish, they not knowing me and vice versa. They just had to tell me a story to make sure I wouldn’t be sitting on any fences. They said they had reprimanded the previous priest for sitting on the fence, and warned him about why that’s never a good idea these days. Why? he asked. Because, they said, fences these days are made with razor wire, you know, concertina.
Craig provides an amazing tour of world history relative to the Fatima Century. This was slightly revised and republished by Father Gordon MacRae, and is now on his newly revised site: Beyond These Stone Walls.