Life is short....and there are so many things to say and do, as well as not say and let go....
Saturday, 17 January 2015
HUGE POST Day-19
Take time to read today's postings. I had to be in most of the day for a reason and did more than usual.
Life is short....and there are so many things to say and do, as well as not say and let go....
Life is short....and there are so many things to say and do, as well as not say and let go....
I thought I was finished blogging for the night-Incest Watch
http://southernorderspage.blogspot.ie/2015/01/thank-you-gay-america-here-we-go-weeee.html
Incest among adults is legal in New Jersey. No wonder I hate that state. There is something creepy about a state which allows a sin recognized from the beginnings of written history as a great evil against nature.
Incest is one of the gravest of sins. It violates both natural law and good civil law, reducing men and women to sexual objects, undermining sacred relationships.
Incest, like abortion and homosexual acts, is intrinsically evil.
Here is the CCC on incest.
2388 Incest designates intimate relations between relatives or in-laws within a degree that prohibits marriage between them.181 St. Paul stigmatizes this especially grave offense: "It is actually reported that there is immorality among you . . . for a man is living with his father's wife. . . . In the name of the Lord Jesus . . . you are to deliver this man to Satan for the destruction of the flesh. . . . "182 Incest corrupts family relationships and marks a regression toward animality.
2389 Connected to incest is any sexual abuse perpetrated by adults on children or adolescents entrusted to their care. The offense is compounded by the scandalous harm done to the physical and moral integrity of the young, who will remain scarred by it all their lives; and the violation of responsibility for their upbringing.
God will not ignore the gross disobedience of His Will for men and women much longer.
Chip Off The Old Block
A "teaser" from the St. John's Seminary College yearly mag. Guess who is the editor this year?
My high-school yearbook at Holy Rosary
Academy was ritually late going to the printers.
We were in Anchorage, Alaska and the printers
were in Seattle - over 2000 miles away. One year,
an editor suggested we avoid the late fees by
texting them a photo of a snowdrift with the
caption "Sorry, this is our post office in Nome!"
Nome is a town 500 miles in the opposite
direction, only accessible by air, but at least it was
in the same state. (Of course, we had a local post
office).
Still, friends in the "lower 48" (continental USA)
were always amazed at the distances and
struggles involved with living in Alaska.The lower
48 has its share of remote places, but nothing like
Alaska.
I find myself using similar language trying to
describe the seminary to my friends. It's a long
way from anything in their experience. It's a
frontier, full of unclassifiable species. I'm the only
seminarian they've ever met, or are likely to meet.
The life here sounds like another world.
But it's impossible to live in a frontier and not be
changed by the experience. It's the sort of
experience which holds you, grips you where you
least expect it, and in a way unique to each new
soul who finds that grasp.
Most people like Alaska for whale-spotting and
huge mountains, but I was impacted more by the
smaller things - ice worms, clams, fireweed - life
forms that seemed to defy the environment with
the same elegant stubbornness as Anchorage's
grandiose symphony hall.
Similarly, it's the little things that have changed me
in seminary - a single prayer, a short conversation,
a quiet walk through BlackheathWood.
I once wanted to study biology in Alaska, but God
had other ideas. Life is a great deal more
complicated now. But those frontier lessons stuck
with me. Facing the unexpected continues to
bring joy rather than fear. For me, there are few
more compelling things in life than a journey into
the unknown, one's destination uncertain, yet
guided by the firm hand of Jesus Christ.
In the premiere of Star Trek: Deep Space Nine,
the protagonist must describe the experience of
linear time to an immortal race. He resorts to
baseball as an example of something which
requires time to be meaningful. Baseball is a very
slow sport - it feels even slower than my
favourite game, cricket. But the progression of
pitches, outs, and innings must be played out, in
the proper order, for the game to be meaningful.
"Every time I throw this ball, a hundred different
things could happen," explains the Starfleet
explorer, in a flash of inspiration. "The game
wouldn't be worth playing if we knew what was
going to happen."
I hope this edition of the Evangelist has shed
some light on the paths we take, the lives we live,
and the places - sometimes strange, sometimes
ordinary, but always unpredictable - in which we
seek the light of Christ.
With Love and Blessings---The Editor
My high-school yearbook at Holy Rosary
Academy was ritually late going to the printers.
We were in Anchorage, Alaska and the printers
were in Seattle - over 2000 miles away. One year,
an editor suggested we avoid the late fees by
texting them a photo of a snowdrift with the
caption "Sorry, this is our post office in Nome!"
Nome is a town 500 miles in the opposite
direction, only accessible by air, but at least it was
in the same state. (Of course, we had a local post
office).
Still, friends in the "lower 48" (continental USA)
were always amazed at the distances and
struggles involved with living in Alaska.The lower
48 has its share of remote places, but nothing like
Alaska.
I find myself using similar language trying to
describe the seminary to my friends. It's a long
way from anything in their experience. It's a
frontier, full of unclassifiable species. I'm the only
seminarian they've ever met, or are likely to meet.
The life here sounds like another world.
But it's impossible to live in a frontier and not be
changed by the experience. It's the sort of
experience which holds you, grips you where you
least expect it, and in a way unique to each new
soul who finds that grasp.
Most people like Alaska for whale-spotting and
huge mountains, but I was impacted more by the
smaller things - ice worms, clams, fireweed - life
forms that seemed to defy the environment with
the same elegant stubbornness as Anchorage's
grandiose symphony hall.
Similarly, it's the little things that have changed me
in seminary - a single prayer, a short conversation,
a quiet walk through BlackheathWood.
I once wanted to study biology in Alaska, but God
had other ideas. Life is a great deal more
complicated now. But those frontier lessons stuck
with me. Facing the unexpected continues to
bring joy rather than fear. For me, there are few
more compelling things in life than a journey into
the unknown, one's destination uncertain, yet
guided by the firm hand of Jesus Christ.
In the premiere of Star Trek: Deep Space Nine,
the protagonist must describe the experience of
linear time to an immortal race. He resorts to
baseball as an example of something which
requires time to be meaningful. Baseball is a very
slow sport - it feels even slower than my
favourite game, cricket. But the progression of
pitches, outs, and innings must be played out, in
the proper order, for the game to be meaningful.
"Every time I throw this ball, a hundred different
things could happen," explains the Starfleet
explorer, in a flash of inspiration. "The game
wouldn't be worth playing if we knew what was
going to happen."
I hope this edition of the Evangelist has shed
some light on the paths we take, the lives we live,
and the places - sometimes strange, sometimes
ordinary, but always unpredictable - in which we
seek the light of Christ.
With Love and Blessings---The Editor
Blessed Lady, Mother of Hope
This is one apparition site I want to visit someday, as well as Fatima. Do you think God will let me do so?
from wiki
Pope Pius XI gave a final decision regarding the mass and office in honor of Our Lady of Hope of Pont-Main. A final papal honor was given to Our Lady of Hope on July 16, 1932 by Cardinal Pacelli, who later became Pope Pius XII, by passing a decree from the Chapter of St. Peter's Basilica that the statue of the Blessed Lady, Mother of Hope, be solemnly honored with the crown of gold. The Lady then was crowned in the presence of archbishop, bishops, priests and the laity by Cardinal Verdier, Archbishop of Paris. The coronation took place on July 24, 1934.[5]
From A Reader
Today, January 17th is the feast of Our Lady of Pontmain, also called Our Mother of Hope. The faithful of the Mayenne are very devoted to the Virgin of Pontmain. Pilgrimages are frequent. Pontmain remains a place of conversions and blessings.
The Day the Sky Opened
In Pontmain, on January 17, 1871 it was dark and cold, much like Ireland today, and France was at war. Paris was besieged. The conquering Prussian army was at the gates of Laval. The inhabitants of Pontmain were in anguish for they were without news of their thirty-eight young men who had gone to fight in the war. That evening, Eugène Barbedette was helping his father to crush fodder in the barn. His little brother Joseph was there too. Eugène went out “to see the weather”.
A Beautiful Lady
It was then that Eugène saw above the house opposite a beautiful Lady wearing a dress covered in stars. She was looking at him and smiling. She held her arms stretched out in front of her. Villagers ran towards the barn. Other children saw the vision too. A blue oval with four candles surrounded the beautiful Lady. The Parish Priest and the Sisters from the school began prayers and hymns.
But, Pray, My Children
They said the Rosary followed by the Magnificat. Then a banner unfurled itself between the oval and the roof of the house. Letter by letter, a message was written in the sky. The children read out the words, while the crowd sang the Litanies of the Blessed Virgin Mary, the Inviolata and the Salve Regina.
“But, do pray, my children. God will answer you very soon. My Son lets His Heart be touched.”
The children’s joy was contagious. “Oh! How beautiful she is!” They sang Mother of Hope, a familiar canticle. Then, all of a sudden, the children became sad. The face of the beautiful Lady was overcome by a look of deep distress. Had she not already wept tears of motherly sorrow at Lasalette twenty–five years earlier?
Mary Shows Jesus Crucified
Before the beautiful Lady appeared a blood red crucifix. At the top of the cross, on a white crosspiece, the Name of Jesus Christ was written in red letters. At Lasalette, a quarter of a century before, the weeping Virgin displayed, on her breast, a shining crucifix. Here, at Pontmain, the beautiful Lady grasped the crucifix in both hands and showed it to the children while a small star lit the four candles in the blue oval. Everyone prayed in silence. They sang the Ave Maris Stella. The red crucifix disappeared. The beautiful Lady extended her hands in a gesture of welcome. A small white cross appeared on each shoulder. Everyone knelt down in the snow. A white veil, like a great sheet, covered the beautiful Lady from foot to head. “It’s finished,” said the children. Eleven days later the armistice was signed. The Prussians never entered Laval.
Pilgrimages and Ecclesiastical Approval
Pilgrims to Pontmain began receiving abundant graces and favours. After suitable research and a canonical investigation, the Bishop of Laval, Monseigneur Wicart, gave his decision: “We judge that the Immaculate Virgin Mary, Mother of God, truly appeared on the 17th of January 1871, to Eugène and Joseph Barbedette, Françoise Richer and Jeanne-Marie Lebossé in the hamlet of Pontmain.”
The Marian Liturgical Patrimony of Ordinary People
One of the most remarkable things about the account of the apparition at Pontmain was the ability of the simple faithful not only to pray the Holy Rosary, but also to pray the Litanies of Our Lady, and to sing the Magnificat; the lovely prose in honour of the Immaculate Conception, the Inviolata; the Salve Regina; and the Ave Maris Stella. All of these chants belong to the rich Marian liturgical patrimony of the West. How many of them would be known to the faithful today? At Pontmain, on that cold January night in 1871, the faithful sang from the heart what their forebears had always sung. It is chants such as those intoned at Pontmain over one hundred years ago that form the Catholic faithful in a devotion to the Mother of God that is, at once, tender, reverent, and doctrinally sound
Any other sources of this? This is huge!
Switzerland ditches the euro....
http://yournews
http://www.ft.com/cms/s/0/a1d0ca62-9d37-11e4-adf3-00144feabdc0.html#slide0
http://finance.townhall.com/columnists/mikeshedlock/2015/01/16/swiss-ditches-the-silly-central-banking-policies-n1943778
One reason is because of the upcoming Greek elections which may result in a Marxist president who will pull out of the EU.
And, two to move away from the dollar as well.
I feel completely justified in my warnings.
http://yournews
http://www.ft.com/cms/s/0/a1d0ca62-9d37-11e4-adf3-00144feabdc0.html#slide0
http://finance.townhall.com/columnists/mikeshedlock/2015/01/16/swiss-ditches-the-silly-central-banking-policies-n1943778
One reason is because of the upcoming Greek elections which may result in a Marxist president who will pull out of the EU.
And, two to move away from the dollar as well.
I feel completely justified in my warnings.
Why The Church Will Be Persecuted
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Persecution will come and is coming soon. For more people than you realize, it is happening already.
Most Catholics think that persecution hits the Catholic Church because of politics, or doctrine, or dogma.
Those issues are only part of persecution. But, as I wrote last year in the series on Rome, linked at the bottom of this post, the real reasons have to do with one fact.
Empires do not understand simplicity.
Global governments cannot tolerate innocence.
Large political entities, whether the EU, or Russia, or the US cannot abide or even understand the unique individual who does not fit into a box.
If a person is honest, innocence, without gall, those who work for governments who train their workers to sniff out evil and who concentrate on evil will never understand those who are good.
In times of chaos, governments look out for those who are "different" and Catholics who are living their Faith are and should stand out as "different".
Being outwardly Catholic will become more and more dangerous.
Being outwardly Catholic causes marginalization and ridicule, both of which I have experienced in one week.
Being sincere cannot be appreciated by the paranoid or the fixated.
We are and shall be persecuted because we first of all belong to the one, holy, Catholic and apostolic Church; for those of us who take this seriously, we shall be set aside as outsiders.
It has all happened before and is happening now. All the laws are in place or shortly will be for gross persecution.
I have pleaded for help without any response. If I could share with you what I have endured in the past three days, and I cannot online, you may be more aware of my real needs.
I have written before, that I am a bell wether. If I end up in prison, you will end up in prison...it is just a matter of time.
Daily, armies and government officials are being trained to spot those who work outside the system.
They are trained to bully the individual, the non-conformist, the non-secular.
Catholics see things in a completely different light than the vast majority of those who do not know the Indwelling of the Trinity.
Pay attention. Please pay attention. If you are complacent, you will either lose your faith, side with those who hate the Church, or despair.
We shall be persecuted and what is happening is not so subtle anymore. Saints are never conformists and never able to be put into a box.
http://supertradmum-etheldredasplace.blogspot.ie/2014/02/new-series-this-week-february-24-303.html
Catholics forget that twice Our Lady, who is all perfect, had to flee her home country because of persecution. The first time was in the Flight into Egypt. The second time was when St. John took her to Ephesus, to flee the Jerusalem persecution.
Learn to be holy; learn poverty of heart and purity of heart. Those virtues will get you through what will happen. And, as an addendum, I think we shall see the closing of some borders in the EU.
Repost from earlier this week on another blog
Tuesday, 13 January 2015 Repost from The Guild of Blessed Titus Brandsma Blog
Going to Mary, The Mater Dolorosa
Those in Europe are entering into a new time of trial. Forces which hate old Christendom and monarchies
based on Catholicism, which hate the spiritual power of the Catholic Church, have become obvious in the
past month.
We cannot ignore the boundaries which are being set up by those who do not value what we do-free speech,
freedom of artistic expression, poetry, beauty, art, music and so on.
Hell must be drab compared with the constant joy and praise which is heaven. To be a Catholic means
that we partake in heaven a bit on earth, such as in the Holy Mass, or when praying the Divine Liturgy.
In my humble opinion, Catholics must face what it means to have a Catholic identity in these times and happily
embrace that identity.
The first way to preserve Catholic identity is to stay close to Holy Mother Church in doctrine, dogma,
sacramental life, the worship of Christ in the Eucharist, which would be central to the Faith.
The second way is to go to Mary, the Theotokos, a Woman who had to face hostility towards Her Son,
the Second Person of the Blessed Trinity and finally go herself into exile to Ephesus with her "adopted son"
St. John.
There is no suffering the Mater Dolorosa has not experience in and through Her Son. The Seven Dolors
are known to most of us: The Prophecy of Simeon, in Luke; the Flight into Egypt in Matthew;
the Finding of the Child Jesus in the Temple, in Luke; the meeting of Mary with Christ on the way to Calvary;
the Death of Jesus Christ, in John; the Piercing of the Side and the Holding of Christ at the Foot of the Cross,
the Pieta in Matthew; and the Burial of Christ in John.
In this moment of history, let us go to Mary, ponder the sorrows she endured, think about the way of suffering
which can purify us all if we cooperate with grace, and stop pretending that things will go on as they always
have gone on.
The days of Christendom and, perhaps, even secular humanism, are fast disappearing.
More than ever, we should go to Mary. Mary is the Mother of Europe, the Mother of the Church. She will not
abandon us or ignore our prayers.
Comment on Dress
I have noticed in three countries in the EU on this short trip that the women dress up for Mass more than in America. At every Mass I have attended, I have seen dresses, skirts, beautiful coats, lovely shoes, nice hair, and even scarves and hats.
Why American women do not dress up for NO Mass is a mystery to me. The women of Malta are smart and stylish. So are the French women. And, here in Dublin, the women have looked terrific. Skirts and dresses with nice boots and heels are "in" here in Europe.
Also, women are more dressed up out and about as well, especially young women. I can count on two hands the number of women I have seen in jeans in these past six weeks of colder weather.
Needless to say, the British tourists are the worst dressed women in the world. German women, Japanese women, French, Irish, Polish and others look much, much more ladylike and feminine.
It is wonderful to see such feminine looking ladies dressed for Holy Mass. And, at the NO....
Seagulls
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I love living in a city like Dublin where the seagulls perch on the rooftops.
I distinctly remember the first time I saw a European seagull up close. I was living in a small house in Bristol when I first roomed with another girl while I was beginning studies at Bristol. The house was in Bedminster and sported a very small garden in the front, with a small combination rock and picket fence, plus a bevy of oddly assorted palm trees and tropical flora.
One day, when I was approaching the house, a huge Bristol seagull flew up and stood on the picket part of the fence. It eyed me as if to say, "This is my yard, my house, and I am letting you use it."
It stayed on the front wall for a few minutes and then flew up and away over the steep roof of the house.
The seagulls of Bristol can be dangerous and destructive. But, in 1985, this one was merely reminding a Yankee of who had the right to come into BS3.
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