Language in that last one. This was number one on the charts for while. Know your culture.
Comments in the counting room after Mass yesterday included high praise for the reporter in the last video, brilliantly getting the interview on-air by supplying the words “Let’s go Brandon” even while… you know…
Sorry, but I have to laugh. And now, on account of that laughter, I’ll probably have a warrant put out on me by the Biden Admin with puppets at the DOJ as FBI as CJIS in Bridgeport WV. ;-) … … … bwahahahahahahahaha! Oops!
Oh. I should comment on the intro of Johnny Cash to Ragged ol’ Flag lest I be red-flagged. He speaks of shooting anyone who would burn his flag. What he’s talking about, truth be told, is what is narrated in about the Star Spangled Banner in that other video above. That’s about defense of self and others from unjust and already being delivered deadly aggression. It’s sad that an explanation has to be given in our tender snowflake days. Anyway… Let’s go Brandon!
Just 2’12” to 2’26” – fourteen seconds. It’s priceless watching the expression of the guy with no honesty, no integrity, who just hung himself, seeing honesty and integrity right in his face.
I’ve never seen this movie, just this clip. Very well done.
You’ll have to figure out in your own locales just who it is that “they” are, whether individuals in Church or State, or both.
There are those in both Church and State who want priests to compromise themselves. Nope. Ain’t gonna happen. Do your worst, and then bring that before the Eternal Judge who will indeed come to judge the living and the dead and the world by fire. Amen.
“May I borrow your pen, sir. My endorsement, sir. I request trial by court martial.”
That link is an entirely riveting six minute video. It’s an Israeli mother upset that her young daughter who is in basic training with the Israeli Defense Forces got woken up in the middle of the night for a forced vaccination program. She’s spitting bullets. It’s in Hebrew, but there are well done accurate captions in U.S. English.
If you’re wondering why these USA is forcing the entire military to get vaccinated, this is why. It breaks their consciences. Then they’ll do anything, you know, just following orders. Coming to town near you.
But this is weird:
Israelis demonstrated earlier on that those not vaccinated who got Covid then had antibodies six to seven times stronger than fake antibodies of “vaccines.” But now, some months later with more data, they say that those not vaccinated who got Covid have antibodies a zillion times better than the fake antibodies of the “vaccines.” So, why force the “vaccine”?
Using human beings for medical experimentation is horrid. It’s what the Nazis did to the Jews. Now the Jews are doing medical experimentation on the Jews, to those protecting them…
What we do know is that the “vaccines” (as all vaccines) make you into a super-spreader with hyperbolically more “shedding” of virus molecules than anyone else. And that is precisely the case with Coronavirus vaccines. While you may get sick slightly less, or simply die with a “vaccine”, you certainly do make yourself into a continuously exploding nuclear weapon infecting others everywhere you go, you know, while you congratulate yourself that love “grandma”, blah blah blah.
You think that Israeli woman in the video linked above is ferocious? Wait until you meet up with another Jewess, the very Mother of God, of Jesus, who carried little Jewish Jesus in her womb for nine months, protecting Him from “doctors” of pharmaceutical laboratories who rip those made in the image of Jesus out of the womb while living, to get their living organs, for multiplication of cells, you know, for research and/or development and/or testing for “vaccines.” Murderers. Mary will give any Naziesque individual, anyone nicknamed Josef Mengele, a tongue lashing so severe that they will not end up in heaven, right?
Book 11 of the Confessions of Saint Augustine describes the hell of time for unbelievers, all surreal, all dissociative, the future now presently past, no possibility of being in solidarity with others, simply wasting time marking time.
Biden checked his watch each time a coffin was carried out of the plane, thirteen times…
Did you ever notice that the Dali’s time-pieces are not all in sync? One has been thrown off, slowed down by six minutes by the Lord of the Flies, the death monger, Satan, making all seem absurd, surreal…
Look at the time piece draped over the coffin[?]; just under the “12” you’ll see a fly and its shadow.
But Saint Augustine provides the solution, Christ Jesus, for whom time is but a creation that He holds in His hands, from beginning to end. Jesus said that when He would be lifted up on the cross, stretching out His hands on the cross, He would draw all to Himself right across time into that one hour of mercy, where we could then be in solidarity with Him being in solidarity with us, in which time we would not be wasting time marking time. With Jesus we are brought into all time and out of time into eternity with Him. After all:
Copiosa apud eum redemptio – Redemption is abundant with Him
This is the Redemptorist church near Saint Mary Major Basilica in Rome, which I would pass by, and enter into, frequently. Mercy is based on justice. It is justice which makes mercy credible. But we have to choose with God’s grace to believe. We have to choose to see the justice of the wounds bringing mercy. We have to choose to see the coffins of those who laid down their lives for others, giving their lives that others may live.
Traitor Joe purposely left untold numbers of American citizens and Afghani interpreters behind to be methodically executed as had already been happening. We knew all this would happen – as scripted – long ago. It sends a message.
But now we’ve been pretending to solve all our problems with the murder of American Citizens in the womb for so long that it’s second nature to us just to go ahead and kill everyone: abortifacients, abortion, infanticide, and the purposed removal of live, healthy, fully developed, viable babies while extracting their organs for research and/or development and/or testing of “vaccines.” Murder for self-benefit.
I’m sure to be reprimanded by someone somewhere for “playing partisan politics” with this blog post. So, let’s tell it as it really is, shall we? I mean, why blame Traitor Joe? He’s just the easy, low hanging fruit. There are others who are much more responsible than he is for any death and destruction.
Our religious leaders – who should be leading the way with all that is respectful of God and neighbor and self – have instead dulled the consciences of all right through these decades, hurting the Lord’s Little Flock:
“You can choose according to your mature Christian conscience to go ahead and murder those made in the image and likeness of God, those least of the brethren with whom Jesus Himself identifies: ‘What you have done to the least of these you have done to Me’. So, go ahead, be mature! Kill ’em all!” (said with toothy smiles).
Once you murder the least of the brethren for your own benefit, it’s all becomes that blatant. And they don’t even realize that anymore. These “leaders” blather on about how people will work their way to heaven, saving themselves by supposedly exercising their consciences by going ahead and choosing to get the “vaccine” that involves the murder of the little ones. But murder is not what a conscience decides is right to choose. No. This sophistry is straight out of hell. It was used for contraception and abortifacients and abortion with a vengeance against life especially starting in July of 1968 in the rebellion against Pope Paul VI’s encyclical letter on human life, Humanae vitae, a vengeance that has only become more violent as the decades have clicked by. Now even the “orthodox” and “good” bishops are presiding over putting the image of Jesus to death so that they might look clever and nice and thus be able to be promoted. Ooo! Promotion! The same brow beating that went on then goes on now. Priests are removed for respecting Jesus in the least of the brethren.
But an erroneous conscience does not save. Only Jesus saves. Pope Pius XII says in his encyclical Mystici Corporis that Christ Jesus, from the first moment of His conception, embraced the entirety of the members of the Mystical Body of Christ, those He came to redeem and save. But Jesus in the womb is the last One these “leaders” will speak about when they provide rationalizations, sophistries, to go ahead and kill those in the womb who are made in the image and likeness of Jesus Himself. Never. Not once. Why is that. Guilty consciences? They should go to Sacramental Confession. And then confess publicly, guiding those they misled back to Jesus, back to respect for life.
I remember one Bishop in this sorry world – and I know so very many in so very many countries – who ever so condescendingly said that he respects those who for pro-life reasons don’t want to get the “vaccine”, but that in his (arch)diocese they will just keep pushing that everyone get the vaccine, praising those churches which became injection centers, bragging about priests and laity getting vaccines, making life miserable for those who don’t get the vaccine. Condescension praising stupid pro-lifers but marching on to all that is the culture and cult of death cries out to heaven for God Himself to intervene to stop these “leader”-monsters.
Don’t think that our religious “leaders” won’t be participating in photo-opps about how well they murdered people.
Don’t think that our religious “leaders” are not the ones pulling the trigger in that twitter video above.
Since the second that Traitor Biden called for a fear-filled middle of the night retreat betraying everyone in the world and untold numbers of friends on the ground there has been a group of U.S. veterans of Afghanistan who have been working 24/7 to get trusted friends of years out of that now hell-hole. Literally, they’ve not slept for the past week and a half.
I got a call yesterday from this group wanting my contacts actively in communication with what’s happening inside Hamid Karzai International Airport (HKAIA) and environs so that last second logistics could be arranged. I did that. You never know whose friend of a friend will be the key to getting out one… more… soul…
What I heard in the voice of this long-time friend dragged me right into the middle of all this, filling me with adrenaline. I said that I wanted to fly them over right now and Just. Get. The. Job. Done. He was, of course, simply mission driven, dead pan logical, already doing the impossible with the impossible.
Here’s the deal: If I was consulted about HKAIA, a mere priest in the back ridges of Appalachia, you gotta know that the situation is even worse than what we see on the news, much worse. Hell… Hell…
What more can I do? Lower the flag? And pray? Yes, both of these things…
Hopefully this handing over of contact info will be one of a myriad little things that will accomplish the goal, which in this case is about getting close, trusted friends out, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one… no sleep… gotta get it done… one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one … by … … …
… dead … silence …
Hail Mary… pray for us now and at the hour of our death…
If you look at a crucifix, you can watch this short video, right? Loyalty to all that is good gets me choked up, every time. That’s just one reason among many for me to put up tributes like this with some frequency. But The Reason is that this is the kind of dedication to all that is holy that I would like to see among my fellow priests, among the bishops. It is rare. I encourage more of it. As Thomas the Apostle said, “Let’s go to die with Him!” Yes. Let’s go to die for the Living Truth, our Creator, who is Love, our Way, our Life.
Is that to say that I’m dissing my fellow priests and any bishops? Not at all. Here’s the deal: All the Apostles ran away from Christ Jesus. I would have done the same, guaranteed. John came back. Would that I could be with John next to the Blessed Mother, next to Jesus. Would that all of priests and bishops could be John. Get it? Is that a good thing to say, like, I mean, out loud and everything? Yes. It is.
Remember the Guy who wouldn’t take the flag pole down on his Virginia property awhile back? You might remember the news story several months ago about a crotchety old man in Virginia who defied his local Homeowners ASSociation, and refused to take down the flag pole on His property along with the large American flag He flew on it.
Now we learn Who that old man was. On June 15, 1919, Van T. Barfoot was born in Edinburg, Texas. That probably didn’t make News back Then. But Twenty-five years later, on May 23, 1944, Near Carano, Italy, that same Van T. Barfoot, who had in 1940 enlisted in the U.S. Army, set out alone to Flank German machine gun positions from which gunfire was raining down on his fellow soldiers. His advance took him through a minefield but having done so, he proceeded to single-handedly take out three enemy machine gun positions, returning with 17 prisoners of war. And if that weren’t enough for a day’s work, he later took on and destroyed three German tanks sent to retake the machine gun positions.
That probably Didn’t make much news either, given the scope of the war, but it did earn Van T. Barfoot (who retired as a Colonel after also serving In Korea and Vietnam – a well deserved Congressional Medal of Honor.
What did make news was his Neighborhood Association’s quibble with how the 90-year-old veteran chose to fly the American flag outside his suburban Virginia home. Seems the HOA rules said it was OK to fly a flag on a house-mounted bracket, but, for decorum, items such as Van T. Barfoot’s 21-foot flagpole were “unsuitable”.
Van T. Barfoot Had been denied a permit for the pole, but erected it anyway and was facing court action unless he agreed to take it down. Then the HOA story made national TV, and the Neighborhood Association rethought its position and agreed to indulge this aging hero who dwelt among them.
“In the Time I have left”, he said to the Associated Press, “I plan to continue to fly the American flag without interference.” As Well he should. And if any of his neighbors had taken a notion to contest him further, they might have done well to read his Medal of Honor citation first. Seems it indicates Mr. Van T. Barfoot wasn’t particularly good at backing down.
My comment: I bet the ASSociation knew well about his Medal of Honor. Before anyone attacks any Medal of Honor recipient, they should go get a Medal of Honor themselves. Pfft. But ten thousand who are set on dishonoring the most honorable fade into insignificance before such greatness as we have with one Van T. Barfoot. And we have many such great Americans with us today. They are many.
Still having pneumonia, and therefore too tired, this time you’ll have to do the work of the lyrics analysis: watching the video while it’s playing, but with keeping this hint in mind about what you’re hearing with the lyrics:
Listen for the words “in line” and look at the images flashing on your screen. There are a couple of occasions, toward the beginning and toward the end. watch for the lines in the cemetery, on the flag, with the marching… Then put those scenes together, knowing that the last scene with those words are entirely wrought with prompt eagerness concerning the first scenes when those words occur, enthusiasm with trepidation, sure, but the greatest love ever, the willingness to, yes, lay down one’s life for one’s friends, one’s fellow Americans. Yep.
Having gotten that far, listen for the words about the age one is when one is born, perhaps when one lays down one’s life and when one is born into the next life. It reminds me of President Reagan’s comment on the youngsters buried in Arlington National Cemetery (November 11, 1985):
“It is, in a way, an odd thing to honor those who died in defense of our country, in defense of us, in wars far away. The imagination plays a trick. We see these soldiers in our mind as old and wise. We see them as something like the Founding Fathers, grave and gray haired. But most of them were boys when they died, and they gave up two lives — the one they were living and the one they would have lived. When they died, they gave up their chance to be husbands and fathers and grandfathers. They gave up their chance to be revered old men. They gave up everything for our country, for us.”
I watched a video with Coffey explaining how the words came to him, all at once. Respect for that. That bespeaks solidarity though he’s not a veteran. As expected, he partners with https://militarywarriors.org/
This is put up again because misunderstanding of the National Anthem is reported almost daily until today. Fake news continues. Let’s do some analysis.
O say can you see, by the dawn’s early light,
What so proudly we hailed at the twilight’s last gleaming,
Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the perilous fight,
O’er the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly streaming?
And the rockets’ red glare, the bombs bursting in air,
Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there;
O say does that star-spangled banner yet wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave?
On the shore dimly seen through the mists of the deep,
Where the foe’s haughty host in dread silence reposes,
What is that which the breeze, o’er the towering steep,
As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
Now it catches the gleam of the morning’s first beam,
In full glory reflected now shines in the stream:
‘Tis the star-spangled banner, O long may it wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave.
And where is that band who so vauntingly swore
That the havoc of war and the battle’s confusion,
A home and a country, should leave us no more?
Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps’ pollution. No refuge could save the hireling and slave
From the terror of flight, or the gloom of the grave:
And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave,
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave.
O thus be it ever, when freemen shall stand
Between their loved homes and the war’s desolation.
Blest with vict’ry and peace, may the Heav’n rescued land
Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation!
Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just,
And this be our motto: ‘In God is our trust.’
And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave!
The lyrics were written in 1814 by Francis Scott Key about the Battle of Baltimore fought against the Brits’ Royal Navy in 1812. The Brits just wouldn’t let it go, and had to engage again, and so lost again, almost thirty years after the end of the Revolutionary War. The Royal Navy would enlist mercenaries, the “hirelings” mentioned in the third verse, and enslave Prisoners of War to fight for them as well, the “slaves” mentioned in the third verse.
Why do I insist on this having nothing whatsoever even remotely to do with black African slaves when Key himself was a slave owner who lived long before the American Civil War? Because of the purpose of the song and what it is describing, that is, a particular night of battle in the harbor of Baltimore against the Royal Navy in which hirelings and slaves were employed in the battle by the Royal Navy, surely other Brits or POW American military.
Even if a tiny percentage of these hirelings and slaves happened to be black Africans, possibly most recently from the United States, the mentions of those hirelings and slaves wouldn’t refer to any previous status of slavery, but only to the slavery imposed by the Royal Navy on any POWs. To win this battle in Baltimore, there would be no interest in going to, say, Mississippi, and killing hirelings and slaves. To hold that to be the meaning of the words is simply ridiculous.
If you haven’t had a TBI from an IED while serving God and country, don’t even ask why it would be therapeutic recreation to teach an ultra-naive Catholic priest how to hit a target at far away sniper distances (with a lot of luck, perfect conditions, lots of patience and determination to enjoy the hilarity of it all). My friend said that he would step it back from the crazy distances as we worked through ammo, but only with ever diminishing targets, down to playing-card size, you know, so I could have a souvenir.
This guy’s not a sniper. Such over the top skill sets constituted just one box of many dozens he had to check off to attain his real occupation in the military. He’s the best of the best of the best.
And he has made miraculous progress with his TBI. He was so very far gone. For so very, very long. The Veterans Administration did him good. Thank God.
In the past, he’s been one of out top operators who taught me how to shoot a pistol. Now he wants to have some more fun with me, you know, because it’s kind of hilarious to teach a naive priest over-the-top skill sets. :-) You can’t know how much respect I have for this guy. He’s been down to North Carolina now a couple of times. This time, I will be making 1,200 miles up North to get to his ginormous prairie range. But that trip will double and triple for other visits.
The least I could do is special order a box of Creedmoor 6.5., pictured above, which came in just the other day. He shoots out of a setup just like this…
Just guessing, but methinks that part of the TBI therapy part must be getting outside and doing a zillion calculations in your head all at once about heat, humidity, distance, trajectories, wind, breathing, heartbeats. This guy has the more patience than most people in the world put together. That means that the frustrating moments of teaching the likes of me immediately turns into hilarity. And hilarity is great therapy for what ails you.
Writing this in convalescence of pneumonia is a good distraction for me. The doctor says that a couple of things a day while on the mend helps the mending.
Oh. Almost forgot. Saint Paul.
“To the weak I became weak, to win over the weak. I have become all things to all, to save at least some. All this I do for the sake of the gospel, so that I too may have a share in it.” (1 Corinthians 9:22-23)
Oh. Almost forgot. Plot twist alert just in case people were asleep reading all this:
Don’t you think it might be my sniper friend who is the one who has become weak to win over the weak, coming the closest I’ve seen anyone come close to laying down his life for his friends, the greatest love of all, so that, for instance, I myself might be the priest for Jesus’ Little Flock, bringing people into the life of the Sacraments?
The least I can do amidst all this valor of his is to offer him a moment of hilarity. It’s hilarious for me too. His laughter allows me the therapy of laughter, which is all the more hilarious for him.
So, I get it, probably the DOJ and BATFE will entitle me an extremist for having a picture of a gun and a picture of ammo in this post, and – ooooh! – because I mentioned the military, but to all that imbecilic idiocy of our deepening deep state self-entitled anti-American snowflakes, I say, take a breath, lean back, and laugh!
Part I of the tripartite Sacrament of Holy Orders: Diaconate. They are on their way to Part II, the priesthood, being available to get out of the way of Christ Jesus, the High Priest, who will manifest His Priesthood through them. Part III, the episcopacy… what a fright! Archbishop Fulton J. Sheen said that no one but no one appreciates how all hell has broken out on Calvary until one becomes a bishop, when the fullness of the battle is laid out to be seen, this being the meaning of “episcopate”, wherein the bishop by definition oversees all.
Meanwhile, there are other battles in this world which are necessary for defense of the innocent from unjust aggression. Those in that battle are also and especially in need of spiritual care. Our bishop has generously allowed now Deacon Darren Balkey (Ensign!) to be “on-loan” to the Department of Defense, which at least back in the day was for a five year period of service. Great. I’m happy for the our Military and for our good and holy deacon. For Ensign Deacon Balkey: Hail Mary…
Meanwhile, I know the wonderfully Catholic family of deacon Aaron Huber. With him we have another good and holy deacon taking up the battle in this ecclesia militans (Church militant) here at home, wherein the battle is most fierce, as it is everywhere. Satan is unleashing attacks more than ever, and I am happy that we have Deacon Huber joining the battle in a particularly intense manner right here at home. For Deacon Huber: Hail Mary…
Jesus is always calling men to Holy Orders. And many are hearing that call of our Lord. But we must make acceptance of that call from God possible:
It is a command of Jesus to pray that the Master of the harvest sends out laborers to gather in the harvest: that’s a commandment, not a suggestion. So: Hail Mary…
Families need to raise their children in such manner that they have purity of heart and agility of soul in keeping up with the sacraments of Confession and Holy Communion that they can hear the call of Jesus should He be pleased to call one of their sons to Holy Orders.
Families need to “make it a thing” to pray for vocations within family prayer, daily, say, a Hail Mary, not putting pressure on anyone, ever, but such prayer making it clear that certainly no one is going to complain if a younster expresses interest in Holy Orders.
Dioceses need to promote vocations. Yes. Not many do this, you know, in protest that women cannot be ordained, and so, if women cannot be ordained, then no one will be ordained. I know a diocese like this. They proclaimed in their diocesan newspaper that it’s good for women to be able to become priests because that will dismantle patriarchal whatever, you know, just like it is good for women to have abortions inasmuch as that dismantles patriarchal whatever. Yep. Just like that. We need bishops to stop this satanic idiocy. We need bishops to promote vocations.
We have to make it known that priests are married to the Church by way of the wedding vows they themselves recite, acting in Persona Christi, in the Person of Christ, when they recite the Consecrations at Holy Mass, at the Wedding Banquet of Christ with His Immaculate Bride, the Church: This is my body, given for you in sacrifice, my blood poured out for you in sacrifice.
We have to make for a culture of chastity. The world is extremely aggressive, but it can be done. Remember Blessed Carlo Acutis? He was a computer genius. Did he use the internet for unchastity? NO! Carlo is the best. He died from cancer at just 15 years old, but it is his devotion to the Most Blessed Sacrament on the internet that I wish all priests would have as they offer the Holy Sacrifice of the Mass. Take a gander at the Wikipedia article on him: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Carlo_Acutis and then at the website he himself created, and about the presentation of Eucharistic miracles which has been making it’s way right around the world, and may be coming to Charlotte Diocese for the Eucharistic Congress, and perhaps even to the smallest parish in North America right here in Andrews if we have a big enough venue: http://www.miracolieucaristici.org/en/Liste/list.html
I’m quite sure our Eucharistic Congress here in Charlotte Diocese, with the Eucharistic Procession right through the city streets, was formative in the vocations of our two transitional deacons, who are now only a year away from being ordained to the priesthood.
Ever since I was a little kid I knew that the U.S. Flag was never, not ever to touch the ground. It was meant to be a sign of respect for this symbol of the greatest nation on earth because of the respect for God-given rights in our Constitution and its amendments. Hold the flag precious! Yes! I entirely agree. Always have.
But then there’s the rest of the story I only got to know in these past couple of years. It is narrated well in the short video above. What an education. Jaw dropping. Leaving one in thankfulness. This is graced humanity at its absolute finest, ever. Remember, the lives lost were for freedom of assembly, freedom of speech, the free exercise of religion (free to be Catholic also in the public square). Awesome. We are all in debt. The world thanks these guys.
These flowers, acquired in memory of dearest Morris Gordon, had a rough life, as did he. However, almost dead from freezing and wild conditions, this rose has come back to life. And we quite frequently offer Holy Mass for the repose of his soul and then also for his wife, who is very much alive. Long time readers will remember this video:
Skip to 1 hour 29 minutes: 52 seconds mark (I tried to copy the URL at that time, but I’m not techy).
Morris is Jewish. I can identify with that! By the way, Jesus is Jewish, and so is His Immaculate Mother.
And just to remind people of a couple of things:
“They are Israelites; theirs the adoption, the glory, the covenants, the giving of the law, the worship, and the promises; theirs the patriarchs, and from them, according to the flesh, is the Messiah. God who is over all be blessed forever. Amen.” (Romans 9:4-5)
And specifically, for this post on Flowers for the Immaculate Conception, we read this about the dearest Mother of the Redeemer:
“Who is this that comes forth as the morning rising, fair as the moon and bright as the sun, resplendent as an army set in battle array?” (Song of Solomon 6:10)
So, a flower for you Mary, and in this case, a Morris Gordon rose.
Why this post is tagged for Memorial Day when we are supposed to remember the fallen in war? Because we should also remember WHY these men laid down their lives, that is, to save our friends from demonic atrocities.
Here’s the deal: we don’t have heroes just to say, “Look at them! And I’m pointing them out!” an exercise in virtue signaling. No, no. That’s all hypocrisy unless we strive to follow the example of those who were ready to lay down their lives for their friends, and then did just that. Love of God, love of neighbor. It’s all Judeo-Catholic. And we will fight for that. Thanks to the fallen in war. Thanks to Morris. Thanks to Jesus’ good mom, who as a supreme warrior, stood next to her dear Son, who will come to judge the living and the dead and world by fire. Amen. Maranatha! Come Lord Jesus!
At Holy Redeemer Catholic Church, Memorial Day was also Latin-Mass-Monday, and in the Traditional calendar, it’s the feast of the Queenship of Mary. She is Queen because she is Mother. It is her motherhood which makes her Mother of the Church Militant. In the very ferocity of her maternal solicitude for the children of God, she is encouraging to the warriors of this world, not only in the Church and Society, but on the battle field. I mean, look into her eyes: is she not beckoning us to lay down our lives for our friends, the greatest act of love, through, with and in her Divine Son who Himself has done the for us in The Battle, The War? Yes, yes she is.
Paying one last visit to the cemetery Memorial Day just before nightfall, I noticed a statue of Saint Therese that I never noticed previously. Her full religious name was Therese of the Child Jesus and the Holy Face, recalling childlike simplicity of holiness and integrity and honesty so fierce that being in solidarity with the sufferings of Jesus for us is possible, and with enthusiasm. Her nickname – the Little Flower – is due to her description of herself amongst others of Jesus’ Little Flock. She’s depicted as cradling a crucifix in a bouquet of flowers. Mind you, these flowers are for Jesus, in His childlike obedience to the Father regarding His Passion and Death, so that He might give these to the Immaculate Conception, His dearest Mother and ours, as she stood under the Cross. You know the drill:
Mary is the warrior with her divine Son, in a battle, a war, over against Satan, the fierceness of whom all warriors do well to carry in their souls. In laying down their lives for the good of mankind, they will have Jesus’ good mom to welcome them into the eternal habitations. Flowers for you, Mary.
Researching away on what looked like official military websites giving proper instruction for half-mast timings and re-hoisting, I found out I had intended to do everything wrongly. Due diligence when to 82nd Airborne personnel, who told me to my face that I was all wrong, that although I was right about slowly taking down the flags to half-mast as sunrise, the flags were NOT to go back up at Noon, but rather only at sunset. Thus, the picture above. I could include pictures of all the rest of the town flags but you get the idea.
Also, I stand corrected on another matter of flag etiquette, not that I didn’t know it, but I was concentrating on something else, that is, flags which were specifically marking the fallen on memorial day. Both the U.S. flag and the MIA-POW flag were lowered, but I didn’t bother with the other flags (not pictured, such as the N.C. State flag). My mistake, made here and at the highway-entrance-to-Andrews flag (the rest were on their own), was to permit a situation in which the U.S. flag was lower than other flags. That’s about enough to get me shot. But I’m learning!
The project now is to get new ropes and replace the present ropes. We’ll need a bucket truck for that. That will involve politics, etc. You would think that this would be a regularly attended matter of honor. But these are the days we live in.
Meanwhile, when I was re-hoisting the flag up church, I got another fly by right close to flag and cross, by the mottled juvenile Bald Eagle whom I had met up with twice earlier in the day. He perched just down the street to surveil my activities. The picture doesn’t do justice to his wing span.
The flag at church this morning was also lowered to half-mast. As I did that, a huge eagle got my sight, a juvenile Bald Eagle. I immediately thought of the 16 year old KIA whose grave I had just then visited at the cemetery.
That picture doesn’t do the size of this juvenile Bald Eagle justice, as he’s waaaay up in the sky, far from the tree top you see in the corner. The juveniles are mottled as you can see this one is.
Most of the vets who are KIA in military cemeteries are juveniles who fought for our lives, our freedom. The Bald Eagle – as the whole world knows – is the symbol of our freedom to live.
No one is taking care of the flags. I went out at sunrise to lower the flags of the town on town property to half-mast, except for one, hoping that the guys there will be shaken from stupor and do the necessary. We will see.
The flag is lowered slowly in remembrance of the dead.
The flag goes back up at Noon in honor of the veterans who are yet living.
I won’t be able to raise them at Noon as we have the Traditional Latin Mass at Noon today, but the intention is free, so this Holy Mass will be offered for all the fallen in war. Blessings upon them all.
Early this afternoon I’ll see if I can’t get them raised again if no one else beats me to it.
A friend and I might get a bucket truck to see if we can’t change out the ropes on a few of the poles, as the a couple of the ropes are terribly frayed, powdery, rotted, already broken and knotted… Grrr…. There will probably be insurance problems. Sigh.
As far as that goes, maybe I’ll be arrested for trespassing and vandalism for having lowered the town flags to half mast in honor of our fallen in war. Oh, I forgot, we got rid of our police altogether.
If there is no one to lower the flags in your town, why not YOU do this? Right now if you can…