Just because we ask our Lord that individuals might respect the least of the brethren from natural conception to natural death doesn’t mean that we’re political extremists. We love one another as our Lord has loved us. That’s all.
Category Archives: Adoration
Jesus’ good mom always adored her Divine Son, setting a good example for us, praying for us. Let’s see… Ah yes, there’s she is…
The roses are from the First Communicants.
St Michael protecting Mary on Mothers Day.
The crucifix waiting to go back on the altar of Jesus’ Sacrifice.
The Life of the parish, the Life of the world, is…
Jesus, Divine Son of the Immaculate Conception.
Where is Jesus? … But then…
Filthy Herod mocking Jesus clothed Him in royal purple. We can hardly see through our tears as Lent intensifies. But then…
Only some pictured. Just about record numbers for our tiny parish, not that we’re counting…. but it’s raining a cold winter rain…
In recovery from being sick, Adoration was able to be held last night at Holy Redeemer. I love my parish. My Rosary was for sanfilipe007’s brother, who is much sicker than I was altogether. For him: Hail Mary…
At Holy Redeemer, above. Mary and Joseph are happy to have their guard-donkey close at hand.
Below, at Prince of Peace, the guard-donkey keeps a close eye on early morning traffic. Great situational awareness.
Joseph’s Donkey by Anthony DeStefano and Juliana Kolesova. It made me teary eyed, especially the conclusion, entering into heaven. Thanks to Anthony and Juliana’s touching illustrations.
The wood of the manger, it is said, was used for the cross of our salvation. I wonder if we could get a relic of the cross for our altar of that Sacrifice, where Jesus is to be found. Such extremely tiny slivers were put into pectoral crosses. No longer, of course.
Holy Redeemer above, Prince of Peace below.
Thank you, Jesus, for being borne amongst us from the Virgin Mary, so that we might, please our Heavenly Father, be borne into heaven where we might thank you and dearest Immaculate Mary again.
Above, at Holy Redeemer very early Sunday mornings.
Below, just a bit later, at Prince of Peace:
For those readers who are “stunned” at my appraisal of the CDW’s efforts, and there are some ecclesiastics who are, as they say, “stunned”, I say this: the dubia answers state that Jesus’ Holy Sacrifice has NOTHING to do with the life of the parish. And that, my friends, is not just evil, but demonic. Objectively, it’s blasphemy, objectively, a mortal sin of scandal over against the Lord’s Little Flock.
Imagine, at the last judgment, with Jesus, the Lamb of God who takes away the sins of the world, with His wounds still in His hands and feet and side, His Heart, in front of you, and you screaming that Jesus is irrelevant, that only you are important, even as you run into hell: feel the POWER!
Here’s the deal, in this tiniest of all parishes in North America, we who are nothing, all agree with this:
- Credo in unum Deum, Patrem omnipotentem, factorem caeli et terrae, visibilium omnium, et invisibilium. Et in unum Dominum Jesum Christum, Filium Dei unigenitum. Et ex Patre natum ante omnia saecula. Deum de Deo, Lumen de lumine, Deum verum de Deo vero. Genitum, non factum, consubstantialem Patri: per quem omnia facta sunt. Qui propter nos homines, et propter nostram salutem descendit de caelis. Et incarnatus est de Spiritu Sancto ex Maria Virgine: Et homo factus est. Crucifixus etiam pro nobis: sub Pontio Pilato passus, et sepultus est. Et resurrexit tertia die, secundum Scripturas. Et ascendit in caelum: sedet ad dexteram Patris. Et iterum venturus est cum gloria, judicare vivos et mortuos: cuius regni non erit finis. Et in Spiritum Sanctum, Dominum, et vivificantem: qui ex Patre Filioque procedit. Qui cum Patre et Filio simul adoratur, et conglorificatur: qui locutus est per Prophetas. Et unam sanctam catholicam et apostolicam Ecclesiam. Confiteor unum baptisma in remissionem peccatorum. Et exspecto resurrectionem mortuorum. Et vitam venturi saeculi. Amen.
And… and… we’re belligerent about it, entrenched, rigid. [gasp!]
Today, Tuesday, is the “Day Off”, nothing epic planned. I’m still recovering from Sunday, 12 December 2021, the Feast Day (somewhat displaced) of our Lady of Guadalupe. Awaking at 1:37 AM on Sunday, I opened the church 4:30 AM for the singing of las Mañanitas for an hour, then Adoration of the Most Blessed Sacrament for an hour. Everyone stayed for both hours! Thank you, dearest Mother Mary, for leading everyone directly to your dear Son. Really a lot of young men from the region, many kneeling on the floor for both hours. Do you want to do up some evangelistic outreach? Try Jesus with His dear mama. This is the most we’ve ever had so early in the morning in all the time I’ve been in this parish. Meanwhile, hidden from view in this picture:
That statue is temporarily from the shrine just outside the church.
Inside the church, on the other side, as always:
Then, racing across the mountain, Adoration again, again with Confessions before Holy Mass:
Then, racing back to the other side of the mountain, more Confessions and Holy Mass in Andrews, and then Communion Calls everywhere, even the Rehab/Nursing Home.
A thanks to the latter, which tweaked the rules in favor the patients and visitors and the sometimes too petite nurses: the patients can stay in their rooms and close family and clergy can visit in-room. Otherwise, oh my, getting the patient into a wheelchair when that might well be somewhat inappropriate for the patient’s health, and then bringing them outside or into a big common-area… too much. But now it’s better.
6:00 AM Sunday 28 November 2021, hours before Hanukkah would begin, we had adoration of the Most Blessed Sacrament, Christ Jesus, the Jewish Messiah, the Suffering Servant, the Lumen Gentium, the Light of the Nations, in this little parish of Appalachia. Jesus is Himself the Temple. Jesus is Himself the Light who is God. The Father loved the world so much as to send His Son into the world… (see Jn 3:16).
The Sacred Liturgy is worth fighting for. The great Maccabees did just that. Fighting. Without the free exercise of religion we’re all dead. Smackdowns of religion is always all about hatred of God, therefore hatred of neighbor and self. And that brings unlimited death in its wake. In more recent times here in North America, a revolution was fought against those who would suppress religion. We celebrate what is now the first amendment to the Constitution, the free exercise of religion, also in the public square. What we celebrate is God intervening to assist us with the free exercise of religion. So, to hell with the smackdown of the proper celebration of the Sacred Liturgy.
Hanukkah began in the evening of the 28 November 2021. It is a celebration of God’s intervention to assist in the proper rendering of the Sacred Liturgy, and that is appropriate for all to celebrate throughout human history, even after the Messiah has come among us, who is Himself the Liturgy. Why’s that? Because it’s always all about Jesus. Here’s a picture of the first night:
So, I need to do a couple of things here. One is to change out that rather weak “Shamash” candle. I have one ready to go, but it needs a bit wider platform to be constructed. The other is to take a magic marker and draw a cross in the stained glass Star of David, the seventh item proclaimed that perfection of God’s presence amongst us is fulfilled.
I recall Ben Shapiro’s great smack down of Kamala Harris on Hanukkah:
Hanukkah runs until late afternoon 6 December 2021.
6:00 AM on the 24th Sunday after Pentecost. Notice the monstrance with six gems surrounding the Most Blessed Sacrament in the form of the Star of David. King David, subject to original sin, was imperfect, with imperfection being symbolized by the number six, that is, one short of seven. God rested on the seventh day, the day of perfection. Lest anyone be confused, perfection is proclaimed by the seventh element of the Star of David being the Eucharist. Just to be sure one understands, there is a seventh gem in the cross atop the monstrance. The Shrine of the Most Blessed Sacrament in Hanceville has this monstrance in their Eucharist Museum. I know why it’s there. It’s really heavy. Difficult to accomplish Benediction.
Anyway, Theodor Herzl founded the Zionist movement in 1897. He would later use a prayer shawl with the Star of David at their flag. But it was in 1881 that Heinrich Hofmann painted the following depiction of Christ Jesus in the Temple. Notice the Star of David emblazoned on the chair. It’s empty. This is the first meeting of the upper echelon with the Fulfillment of the entirety of Revelation, Jesus Himself. They were most impressed.
But that’s a painting. Let’s turn to archeology in Capernaum revealing what was happening at the time of Jesus. Already in Jesus’ time, the Star of David was being utilized. The Roman Centurion who built the synagogue in Capernaum in which Jesus preached, and for whose servant Jesus worked a miracle, believed in Jesus with a greater faith that anyone else in Israel. There were plenty of people, like a zillion, who believed that Jesus was the Messiah and the Divine Son of God. In constructing the Synagogue, the Centurion filled in the Star of David in honor of Jesus as the Divine Son of the Living God.
No Star of David Below. Not a fancy monstrance. This is at the mission church later that Sunday morning, 8:00 AM.
I thank Jesus that unlike, say, Austria and other places, we can still have Adoration and Confessions and Mass and all the Sacraments. I’m constantly running about, and have to fill up my stock with the oleo infirmorum used for the Last Rites. This is a great blessing from Jesus that we can do this.
It’s all bright in the church close to Jesus even while outside the darkness deepens even as dawn is about to break.
Did you see what lifesite has about the Dominican Republic?
In the Apocalypse John saw the Lamb, standing, with the wounds of slaughter upon Him. Thomas put his finger in the nail wounds and his hand into the side, the Heart of Jesus. “My Lord and my God,” he said.
Thomas didn’t say, “That happened a long time ago. It’s remote, material, bodily. What difference does it make, Jesus, you stupid failure? You’re not a man of consensus, Jesus. We don’t need that kind of thing going on here. We all ran away. That was our consensus. Get with the program, you damn fool.”
No. Instead, Thomas fell to his knees before the Son of the Living God who draws all to Himself across all of time, who said that what we do to the least of the brethren we do to Him, that is, right through the ages, from Adam until the last man is conceived. Jesus forgives, but only if we want the forgiveness.
Children fully developed, fully healthy, murdered for research and/or development and/or testing of “vaccines” now, presently, stand in front of Jesus begging for vengeance against their murderers and those benefitting from “vaccines”. Yes.
This is why it’s “impolite” to bring up this topic, why one gets brow-beaten and poo-pooed by the murderers. And while they think they are polite, merely brow-beating and poo-pooing, they can and do destroy those who are not sycophantic to them. There is no hesitation to marginalize and worse. They cannot bear to hear anything about their murder. They are too sensitive, tender in their cowardice.
There is no double effect theory applicable for evil directly committed to achieve some good, like ill gotten profit right into the future. No proportionalism is acceptable, no situation ethics. The purpose of the murder of the babies in the womb is the research and/or development and/or testing of the “vaccines” right now. It’s one continuum. It’s doing evil to achieve “good”, the very definition of murder for hire. The Pharmas wouldn’t do it without pay. Talk about mafia hit men.
But so many bishops, stopping their ears, shriek: “You know nothing at all! You do not realize that it is better for you that one man die for the people than that the whole nation perish.” Yep. They say it: “Kill those damned babies!” And then they command: “Take the damn “vaccine”, or else!”
Imagine a bishop, ordained for Jesus, reciting the wedding vows of Jesus in the first person singular, in Persona Christi, in the Person of Christ — This is my body betrayed for you in Sacrifice; this is the chalice of my blood poured out for you in Sacrifice — imagine that bishop not only betraying Jesus by insisting on the murder of those made in the image of Jesus, the least of the brethren in the womb, but also insisting that their priests, who also recite those same wedding vows at the consecrations at Holy Mass, also betray the image of Jesus in the womb by attempting to force “vaccines” on their parishes.
Imagine any bishop or priest in adoration of our Eucharistic King, Jesus, who was in the womb of dearest Immaculate Mary for nine months, imagine them in adoration congratulating themselves before Jesus for how they have betrayed the least of the brethren, those who are the image of Jesus. How surreal. How demonic.
The Venerable Fulton J Sheen cited Aleksandr Isayevich Solzhenitsyn’s comment about his torture in the USSR, saying that it wasn’t the pain that terrorized him so much as looking into the eyes of his torturer and seeing no conscience at all. This is what Jesus sees in the eyes of those who adore Him but countenance murder of those made in His image: no conscience. What a fright. This is why I insist on people looking into the eyes of Jesus’ Mother, as their is a conscience to be seen in her eyes:
A rather learned poetic and papabile friend made a big deal of my usage of the phrase “dead of winter” much like “dead of night.” His inscaping of such expressions with present catastrophe was intense.
“George!” he exclaimed at midday with the bright sun blindingly reflecting off the snow, “It’s the dead of winter, the dead of winter! The dead of night!” He had many words to inscape, as do we all.
But all is expressed in the silence of that moment when the very Word became flesh and dwelt amongst us, and when that Word was silenced on the cross that the dead might come to life.
Always Jesus. He’s the One. He’s the only One.
Finding Jesus is first of all a matter of being found by Him. If we are our own saviors we’ll never seen Him on the cross.
It’s like looking for life in the universe but first of all needing to find life in the womb.
We’ll be spending some of our sanctuary renovation money on a decent sized monstrance.
Adore Jesus anyway. No one can take away our joy in having the privilege of being crucified with Jesus.
The tiniest parish in North America, a powerhouse of prayer.
And no one can rip the elect away from Jesus. No one.