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Wednesday 3 December 2014

The Pope Needs To Respond

Ivereigh is not honorable. He could even be lying...Lombardi indicates so.


But, the Pope may have to make a statement for the peace of the Church.

I do not think in each situation of slander, which this is, a person needs to defend themselves.

I believe he is innocent of the allegations.

But, a statement would clear the air.

One cannot accuse Lombardi of lying. I do not believe this pope is an evil man.

I do believe he is not on top of all the Vatican politics and may have been used.

Benedict said God told him to resign.

God wants light to shine into all the dark corners of the Vatican.

This could be a time for intense light. But, the Pope is not free to reveal anything about the conclave.

Pray for Pope Francis.

Time to re-read these?

31 Jul 2013
Catholics in PSYWAR. Posted by Supertradmum. Psychological Warfare Against Nazi Germany: The Sykewar Campaign, D-Day to VE-Day. ISBN 0-262-12045-3 or 0-262-62019-7 (1949). George W. Stewart, New York; ...
31 Jul 2013
Catholics in PSYWAR-Part Three-PSYOP and You. Posted by Supertradmum. The goal of psychological warfare is to undermine the mental toughness of the opponent so that it is easier to mount a full-scale attack. After weeks ...
31 Jul 2013
We are in PSYWAR-Universal and Absolute vs. Profanities Part Two. Posted by Supertradmum. If you did not grow up with Struwwelpeter, I feel a bit sorry for you. This hilarious yet serious book was popular in the Victorian era ...

Empire vs. Kingdom

The readings of Advent remind us that Christ came to set up an alternative kingdom to that expected by the Jews, and that lived by the Romans.

That Christ is King, has been emphasized in the prophecies of Isaiah.

But, what who or what is against this kingdom of God?

The empire.

Empires vary from kingdoms not only in size, but in nature of leadership.

Here is a basic definition of an empire: an extensive group of states or countries under a single supreme authority, formerly especially an emperor or empress.

The problem is size. And a lack of personal care...and the corruption of power.

Think about this. Who makes up the empire? Who wants tyranny which destroys independence and personal responsibility, freedom of conscience and freedom of religion?

Who wants the empire? Who wants global world government? Think about it. The globalists include UN, Planned Parenthood, Google, Gates, and the "trendies" who do not have a clue what is happening.

Think and pray.

A Recommended Book

I just want to give you one warning. It is this: DO NOT BE
Because of the mold in which I have cast it, this may read
like a novel; but do not be deceived. It is history! The facts
are facts. Many of the words are Bernard’s own words, culled
either from his sermons or his letters. I have dramatized
much; I have fictionalized little or nothing. So, take it for
what it is—a perfectly reliable story.
You may ask: Why the story form? My only answer is that
we have had plenty of historical novels and plenty of biographical
novels; so why not have some novel history in a
novel biography? This family lived! Why not represent them,
then, as life-like? Furthermore, since it is only in and by
your everyday living that you are going to become a saint, I
had to give you a safe model. I am sure that you and I and
all of us can learn much from this “everyday living” of Bernard’s
family. They show us how we can supernaturalize
the natural. What a family!
Now, remember, I have given you only sketches, not fulllength
lives. Bernard alone would take a volume twice this
size! But I hope that the sketches will satisfy and stimulate.
I never met such a family before; I feel sure you will enjoy
the introduction I give you.
Fr. M. Raymond, OCSO
Our Lady’s Birthday
September 8, 1942

I read an very old copy of this in Cobh in the convent. If you are homeschooling parents, I highly recommend this reprint.

A great book to which I have referred on this blog.

And, if anyone would like to get a copy for STM, let me know. I would love to have a copy.

You all know who my favorite saint is.....

VIP Benedict Not in the Shadows Today

To be a saint

Francis Xavier died with one companion. He contracted a fever while waiting for a ship to rescue him from being abandoned on a small island.

He was 46 years old.

I pray today for the return of such courage and grace to Catholic men.

The Basilica of St. Francis Xavier in Dyersville, Iowa, my home state, has a TLM every Sunday at noon.

Two panoramas of this amazing church may be found here....  and here,

Not The Same, But The Same

We are not all the same. Each one of us is a unique individual.

Yesterday morning, I saw the end of one of the largest rainbows I have ever seen. Now, every rainbow I have seen has been different. The last one I saw before Tuesday was a double one in Iowa in late July. The sky around it was a Chinese blue, marked with pink clouds. The double rainbow was "in the east" part of the sky. I think in 2014, I have seen more rainbows in one year than I have in any other year. I may have seen eight or nine this year.

On this day, the rainbow, or rather the end of it, grew like a plant out of the Mediterranean and ended in small white clouds. This rainbow formed over the sea, and the rain in that part of Middle-Sea, plus the sun, created this huge end of the rainbow. It, too, was in the east.

Same colors, same direction in the sky, but completely different in context, size, reference...

And, so as humans, we share some of the same colors, perhaps even the same brilliance, but our contexts, our placings, our sizes vary.

All the rainbows I have ever seen in my life have brought me joy, either a quiet, calm joy, or a rapturous joy.

On Tuesday, I was just happy to see one, coming out of the sea like some great stalk of hope for me, for Malta.

God gave us the rainbow as a promise. He gives each one of us a promise. If we follow His ways and obey Him in truth and love, we shall spend eternity with Him.

The goal of all humans is the same, even though our individual paths are quite distinct.

As I watched this giant fragment of color fade away, I realized that of all the people walking or running on the Promenade, that I was the only one looking at the rainbow.

Everyone else, about thirty people perhaps, were busy talking, walking dogs, jogging, running for a bus, and bustling along to work or shopping.

No one was stopping to look at something which will never be seen again, as this rainbow was created on this day, out of a combination of rain over a certain part of the sea and the sun shining in a certain direction.

I wanted to share this quiet joy, but no one was looking around, or even staring out to sea.

What is missed cannot be repeated. I was reminded that every day I must pay attention to God, or I may miss something. I have seen an English robin here, and I shall never see that one again, in that place by the sea. I was paying attention to its song and, therefore, I knew it was there, somewhere, and saw it.

To miss such a small thing would be important to me, like missing a grace in a moment of time.

I shall never see this exact rainbow again. I am grateful to have been in the right place at the right time.

Here, again, is one of my favorite poems on this point.

One of my few regrets in life is that I did not come to Britain until after David Jones had died. But, I did visit his grave in 1985, one of the first things I did when coming to live in Britain.

A, a, a, Domine Deus (1974)

David Jones

I said, Ah! what shall I write?
I enquired up and down.
(He’s tricked me before
with his manifold lurking-places.)
I looked for His symbol at the door.
I have looked for a long while
at the textures and contours.
I have run a hand over the trivial intersections.
I have journeyed among the dead forms
causation projects from pillar to pylon.
I have tired the eyes of the mind
regarding the colours and lights.
I have felt for His wounds
in nozzles and containers.
I have wondered for the automatic devices.
I have tested the inane patterns
without prejudice.
I have been on my guard
not to condemn the unfamiliar.
For it is easy to miss Him
at the turn of a civilisation.
I have watched the wheels go round in case I
might see the living creatures like the appearance
of lamps, in case I might see the Living God projected
from the Machine. I have said to the perfected steel,
be my sister and for the glassy towers I thought I felt
some beginnings of His creature, but A,a,a Domine Deus,
my hands found the glazed work unrefined and the terrible
crystal a stage-paste …Eia, Domine Deus.

One Out of Four

St John Bosco tells us that one out of every four men are called to the priesthood.

Where are they? This young man, St. Francis Xavier, came from aristocracy. Can anyone leave more?

Why is Asia not Catholic?

One reason--there were never enough missionaries.

Here is a quotation from Diego Pacheco. Xavier and Tanegashima. Monumenta Nipponica, Vol. 29, No. 4 (Winter, 1974), pp. 477–480 on the Japanese mission.

In Cangoxima, the first place Father Master Francisco stopped at, there were a good number of Christians, although there was no one there to teach them; the shortage of laborers prevented the whole kingdom from becoming Christian.

And, for a good read on the miracles of this talented saint, read this, by John Hardon, to whom I pray daily to heal my asthma.

From Today's Office of Readings LISTEN--Even to India!

Where are the generous hearts? Where are the missionary souls? Why are there not more young men responding to the call? Many souls are lost because men say no to the priesthood and the missions?

The day is coming when we shall not have the freedom to go to the missions. Then, what will be our regret?

A letter from St Francis Xavier to St Ignatius
Woe to me if I do not preach the Gospel
We have visited the villages of the new converts who accepted the Christian religion a few years ago. No Portuguese live here, the country is so utterly barren and poor. The native Christians have no priests. They know only that they are Christians. There is nobody to say Mass for them; nobody to teach them the Creed, the Our Father, the Hail Mary and the Commandments of God’s Law.
  I have not stopped since the day I arrived. I conscientiously made the rounds of the villages. I bathed in the sacred waters all the children who had not yet been baptized. This means that I have purified a very large number of children so young that, as the saying goes, they could not tell their right hand from their left. The older children would not let me say my Office or eat or sleep until I taught them one prayer or another. Then I began to understand: “The kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these.”
  I could not refuse so devout a request without failing in devotion myself. I taught them, first the confession of faith in the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit, then the Apostles’ Creed, the Our Father and Hail Mary. I noticed among them persons of great intelligence. If only someone could educate them in the Christian way of life, I have no doubt that they would make excellent Christians.
  Many, many people hereabouts are not becoming Christians for one reason only: there is nobody to make them Christians. Again and again I have thought of going round the universities of Europe, especially Paris, and everywhere crying out like a madman, riveting the attention of those with more learning than charity: “What a tragedy: how many souls are being shut out of heaven and falling into hell, thanks to you!”
  I wish they would work as hard at this as they do at their books, and so settle their account with God for their learning and the talents entrusted to them.
  This thought would certainly stir most of them to meditate on spiritual realities, to listen actively to what God is saying to them. They would forget their own desires, their human affairs, and give themselves over entirely to God’s will and his choice. They would cry out with all their heart: Lord, I am here! What do you want me to do? Send me anywhere you like – even to India.