Monthly Archives: April 2012

UPDATE: Killer-snake! Killer-snake-eating ninja chicken! Killer vines! (update)

Philip warned me never to pick up a baby copperhead, since they don’t know how to let go, and so inject all the venom they have. I couldn’t resist. Unlike last year, I thought I might see what the chickens would do. They went berzerk, all chanting in chicken-talk: “Kill the snake! Eat the snake! Rip it to shreds!” What mayhem! One chicken grabbed the snake and ran. Here’s the result, fast and furious, a blurr of blood and scales. The snake hadn’t a chance.

I did find some killer vines with leaves (and thorns):

UPDATE: On second thought, and having looked through umpteen zillion snake pictures, I’m thinking that the snake is an Eastern Fox Snake, a constrictor that will eat anything it can get its mouth around, including rabbits and… and… chickens. At least the eggs! They get to be six feet long. The second one I’ve seen at the hermitage. Non-venomous. O.K.! I’m happy for them to get the rats and mice, but not the chickens or the eggs.

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The incredible irony of the real Saint Catherine of Siena — A HSH special — parce que je suis un enfant terrible! Hah!

Some snippets from a previous post:

We find some of the fruits of the conversations between our Lord Jesus and Saint Catherine in The Divine Doctrine of Jesus Christ. In this post, I include a vignette representing the incisiveness of this doctrine and the wonderful clarity of her own spiritual life. These few words provide the key to understanding what is – it seems for us priests – by far the most difficult passage in the Gospels, a passage found, in one way or another, throughout the Scriptures of both Testaments. One will have to go through quite a purgatory in this life or the next in order to sound out the truth of her words. I once heard her words being mocked by an ecclesiastic who is influential in seminary formation for many Episcopal Conferences, and who for many years now has begged me not to publish the comments in this post, wanting, as he does, to be the first to write on this passage of Catherine, but to mock it instead of explaining it. Such drama! What to do? Publish the post, of course!

In this passage of The Divine Doctrine, Christ’s words are incisive and ironic, and lead us to the seeming paradox of caritas in veritate, of charity in truth

She is relating her report of what our Lord is dictating to her. Jesus is speaking about Saint Paul’s interpretation of the key of knowledge, by which we see what the eye cannot see, hear what the ear cannot hear, and understand in our hearts what otherwise cannot arise in the heart of man. Saint Paul, in 1 Corinthians 2,9, does interpret Isaiah 64,10 – cited in Matthew 13,15, Acts 28,27, et al. – by saying it is by way of the love of God, by way of the crucified Lord of glory, that we see and hear and understand. Paul is accurate, says our Lord – as Saint Catherine relates – so much so that “questo parbe che volesse dire Paulo,” so much so that “this seems to be what Paul wanted to say,” that is, as if it were Paul’s revelation, Paul’s knowledge, Paul’s very own desire. In other words, Paul was so transformed by grace, that it was as if Paul spoke on his own authority. Yet, in this passage, the most erudite of all academic Pharisees himself happily admits that he is speaking by the power of God and the revelation of the Holy Spirit. Jesus was not conjecturing about what it seems to Him that Paul wanted to say, as if Jesus were Paul’s student: “It seems to me that Paul wanted to say this…” Jesus was rather confirming just how correct Paul’s words were, for they were actualized in Paul’s life with the grace of Jesus, that power of God, and the revelation of the Holy Spirit.

Jesus Himself fulfilled the vocation of Isaiah, to blind eyes, stop up ears, harden hearts, and remove all understanding lest people, including us priests, turn to the Lord to be saved. Good! We are not to pretend that we can turn to the Lord under our own power like some Pelagian work-your-own-way-to-God idiot. We must allow ourselves, by God’s grace, to be turned to the Lord, to be brought up into His mercy. We hate any demand to give up control over ourselves, even of our spiritual lives, even to the Lord Himself. This is our fallen human condition. It is a crucifixion of our fallen spirits simply to watch the Lord bringing us to Himself. If people want to have a work to do in the spiritual life, it is this, to be crucified. When we have our eyes fixed on Him, our ears listening in obedience, our hearts able to love whatever the cost of a pierced heart, this will then be our greatest joy, a proof of the resurrection of the Lord in our lives, for we cannot be led by a dead god in this way, but only in friendship with the Living God.

But let’s test this friendship with our Lord, shall we? Let’s take a sentence from the Theologian, Saint Gregory of Nyssa, who also makes a comment on Paul’s letters, this time on Ephesians, 5,23 – “The husband is the head of the wife just as Christ is also the Head of the Church, Himself Savior of the Body.” The question is, who interprets whom? Does Jesus guess what His Body wants, or does the Body know, because of intimate friendship, what the Head of the Body wants?

O de kefalhn thV EkklhsiaV ton Criston einai maqwn, touto pro pantwn dianoeisqw, oti pasa kefalhn tw upokeimenw swmati omofuhV esti kai omoousioV.

Here’s my translation of that, since the usual one is absolutely pitiful:

But the one learning the Head of the Church to be Christ thoroughly understands this before all things, that the entire Head, in subjection to the Body, is of the same nature and same being.

[Gregorius Nyssenus, De Perfectione et qualem oporteat esse Christianum, ad Olypium Monachum, Patrologia Graeca, XLVI, 1863, ed. J.-P. Migne, 1863, 251-286. If I remember correctly, this quote is spread across columns 274-275.]

This is Gregory’s greatest spiritual work, and he here flies into the heavens. He is at his absolute best, his most sublime. He doesn’t say that Christ is subject to us, but that Christ is teaching us to be subject to Himself, making us capable of learning this by way of Himself taking on our human nature. Christ Jesus doesn’t need to learn from us what we seem to want to express (“questo parbe che volesse dire Paulo” – “this, it seems to me – is what Paul wanted to say”). Instead, as Catherine analogously reports Jesus’ words, It seems as if this is what Paul himself wanted to say, though Paul actually said this by the power of God and the revelation of the Holy Spirit!

So, in this friendship with our Lord, blessed are we priests if we thank our Lord for sending women like Saint Catherine of Siena into our lives in every which way. Thank you, Lord!

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“Non toca a te” – “Ultra vires” – Savonarola – True obedience in sinful situations – A HSH special

"NON TOCA A TE!" was Father Savonarola's reaction to the "ULTRA VIRES" "excommunication from heaven" leveled against him by his fellow Dominicans. Saint Philip Neri was devoted to the burned-at-the-stake Savonarola, O.P., who's up for beatification.

“I command you never to speak of that case of sexual abuse of minors! Let it go! It’s just your imagination! It didn’t happen! I’ll just re-assign him! Problem solved! But for you: Don’t you dare complain!”

Don’t for a second think that we are any less barbaric than the Dominicans of bygone centuries, a barbarism depicted in the picture above. There are many ways to burn one’s coreligionists at the stake, and many have such “matches” to start the flames of execution, and use them regularly, with impunity, for now anyway. The Lord has the final judgment, as always.

“You will be obedient!” sounds nice, but when the matter involves any degree of sin, so that one is being commanded to sin, one is not disobedient in rejecting such a command given “ultra vires” (beyond one’s capacities, beyond one’s mandate in the law).

In fact, one shows true obedience in rejecting such a command to sin. There will be vengeance, of course, for such a rejection, but we are to suffer as did our Lord.

There are those liberals in sheeps’ clothing, those neo-conservatives, those politically correct in the new age of conservative atmosphere sychophants, those ultamontanistic flatterers of any abuse of office, those prostituting themselves to the ”just get along by caving in to anything” culture… who will, of course, immediately speak of any “disobedience” to an illegitimate command as being that which issues from someone who has psychological problems with authority, when, truth be told, those who would use a position of authority to abuse their office so as to command others to sin are the ones who have problems with authority, being disobedient to the Church as they are, and trying to make others twice the children of hell as themselves, turning religion on its head by having man worship man instead of God.

What’s the excuse for abuse of office? “Pro bono Ecclesiae!” (For the good of the Church!) of course. Abuse of office is the ultimate in cynicism. Those who reject such cynicism are not themselves cynics, but simply note the irony. It’s time, again, for a note from the great Hilaire Belloc, who has something incisive to say about irony wrongly undestood as cynicism, as my long time readers know. Just remember, in reading this, the point of view of those who abuse office, for they are wonderfully pious in their own eyes. They can do  no wrong. They are the epitomy of religion. They are pure, ingenuous. Anything they command, even sin, is virtuous, for the good of the Church, so they say, and, in their minds, so does God say this. Not. But how to get through to them? More irony, I say, Irony Incarnate, Jesus Himself. Jesus is the One who’s been missing in all this abuse of office, for He is not the one who is followed, for the blind lead themselves into a pit.

To the young, the pure, and the ingenuous, irony must always appear to have a quality of something evil, and so it has, for [...] it is a sword to wound. It is so directly the product or reflex of evil that, though it can never be used – nay, can hardly exist – save in the chastisement of evil, yet irony always carries with it some reflections of the bad spirit against which it was directed. [...] It suggests most powerfully the evil against which it is directed, and those innocent of evil shun so terrible an instrument. [...] The mere truth is vivid with ironical power [...] when the mere utterance of a plain truth labouriously concealed by hypocrisy, denied by contemporary falsehood, and forgotten in the moral lethargy of the populace, takes upon itself an ironical quality more powerful than any elaboration of special ironies could have taken in the past. [...] No man possessed of irony and using it has lived happily; nor has any man possessing it and using it died without having done great good to his fellows and secured a singular advantage to his own soul. “On Irony” (pages 124-127; Penguin books 1325. Selected Essays (2/6), edited by J.B. Morton; Harmondsworth – Baltimore – Mitcham 1958).

Jesus on the cross: Irony Incarnate. Self-congratulators just don’t want to understand. But, eventually, they will understand, whether they want to understand or not. For they will all look on Him whom they have pierced.

Hier stehe ich. Ich kann nicht anders. Gott helfe mir! Amen.

[ὅπερ ἔδει δεῖξαι (q.e.d.)]

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Steven’s note on an orphanage in Uganda: Yikes!

Long time readers will remember Steven in Uganda. He’s presently trying to help an orphanage. Yikes! HERE!

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Father Gordon MacRae phones Holy Souls Hermitage. I respond with a letter to… Pornchai Moontri (Mathematics and friendship with Jesus)

Is that the chain of a pectoral cross?!

While out in the forest on the back ridge of Holy Souls Mountain – in the middle of nowhere — I received a telephone call from Father Gordon MacRae. My first impression? What a great family of faith we have! And what’s my impression upon further reflection? What a great family of faith we have! I might have been speaking Saint Paul the Apostle (who often found himself in prison, by the way). What a great priest.

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Of benefactors, cameras, prayers, chickens and roosters

As you know, I like sharing with you the glories of our good Lord’s creation. Pictures are handy. One of the benefactors of Holy Souls Hermitage sent in a camera. I’ve been using that, and think of him frequently, with prayers for him and his family… and his wife. For, you see, they were a young couple, with quite a few children, and she became terminally ill, and died. Please remember all of them in your kind prayers. Hail Mary…

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More on Holy Souls Hermitage defenses! Killer vines!

"B"-vines protecting the huge patch of Lady Slipper orchids next to Holy Souls Hermitage

The vines in this picture, taken from the steps of Holy Souls Hermitage, can grow to the tops of the tall trees or spread out at any height horizontally. They have no leaves or flowers that I know about. They have a huge root system. They are very thin, and super long. And… and… they have thorns sharper than any razor wire on the open market. And… and… they seem to be stronger than any braided steel cable known to man. If you get caught in them, don’t think that just plowing forward will get you anywhere. You’ll just start to bleed, badly. You have to stop, take a step back, and disentangle yourself. Not easy. While you’re at it, don’t step unwittingly into a man-eating tree hole filled with horrific spiders.

Analogy: When fighting the world, the flesh and the devil, don’t think that you can just plow forward on your own as if you are going to get anywhere under your own power. You’ll only get yourself into more trouble. Instead… instead… rejoice in the friendship of our Lord Jesus. After all, He knows what it’s like to have a crown of thorns that we smashed onto His head. We shouldn’t destroy ourselves with dark thoughts for having done that. He doesn’t want that. What He does want is for us to rejoice in His overwhelming goodness and kindness.

Now, having said all that, does anyone know the technical name of this vine in the mountains of Western North Carolina? The locals call it a “b*****d vine”, for obvious reasons. But that can’t be the technical name, can it?

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Benefactors! (and a peek at the Mass intentions: a seven-fold Yikes!)

Benefactors already thanked, but these pics weren’t put up at the time. The seeds have been planted. I’m thinking that the killing frosts are now over.

And here’s a peek at the Mass intentions for the these days. Yikes!

Tuesday, 24 April, 2012, Holy Mass is offered for XX and XX, who were molested by a priest, and for all those who have been scandalized by those few faithless priests we have all suffered from. Motu proprio!

Wednesday, 25 April, 2012, Holy Mass if offered for Father XX, guilty (truly) of molesting younsters, and for all priests who have committed what Pope Benedict described in the 2005 Stations of the Cross in Rome as “the filthy sins of priests” … for their conversion before they die and, if they have somehow made it to purgatory after death, for the repose of their souls. Motu proprio!

Thusday, 26 April, 2012, Holy Mass is offered for Father B.J., very much alive, and for all priests who provide the goodness and kindness of our Lord while trouble-shooting parishes which have seen the horror of sexual abuse first hand. Motu proprio!

Friday, 27 April, 2012, Holy Mass is offered for Father Gordon MacRae, and for any priests who have been falsely accused, wrongfully convicted, abandoned by their fellow priests, shunned by their religious congregations, dioceses and society, that they might offer their great sufferings in solidarity with real victims and for the good of the whole Church, conformed as they are to the suffering Christ, which is priesthood par excellence. Motu proprio!

Saturday, 28 April, 2012, Holy Mass is offered for the intentions of Father Gordon MacRae. Motu Proprio.

Sunday, 29 April, 2012, Holy Mass is offered for the intentions of Father Gordon MacRae. Motu Proprio.

Monday, 30 April, 2012, Holy Mass is offered for the intentions of Father Gordon MacRae. Motu Proprio.

[[Tuesday, 1 May, 2012, Holy Mass in the Extraordinary Form is offered in thanksgiving for the intentions of the wonderful benefactors of Holy Souls Hermitage!]]

Wednesday, 2 May, 2012, through Tuesday, 31 May, 2012, Holy Mass is offered for the Bishop of Rome, the Supreme Pontiff, our Holy Father, Pope Benedict XVI. Motu Proprio.

[[Wednesday, 1 June, 2012, Holy Mass in the Extraordinary Form is offered in thanksgiving for the intentions of the wonderful benefactors of Holy Souls Hermitage!]]

Thursday, 2 June, 2012, through Sunday, 1 July, 2012, Holy Mass is offered for spiritual benefit of the priests and bishops of China loyal to the Bishop of Rome, and also for the conversion of the priests and bishops of the Patriotic, “Open”, Communist, governement “church”.

[[Monday, 2 July, 2012, Holy Mass in the Extraordinary Form is offered in thanksgiving for the intentions of the wonderful benefactors of Holy Souls Hermitage!]]

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Traps everywhere on Holy Souls Mountain. Your knees will be broken…

What you’re looking at is one of the hundreds of natural traps set up everywhere on Holy Souls Mountain. What you see here is what you’ll see after the trap has consumed it’s victim. It consists of a hole just the size of your foot, perfectly concealed by leaves just covering over the top of the hole. You’ll never see it before you step into it. These traps are all about thigh deep. If you’re going any speed at all, you’re sure to break your knee with your forward momentum combined with your downward fall. These holes are formed by rotting tree stumps. These holes, as I’m finding out, are everywhere.

Some places have their security guaranteed by moats filled with allegators, over which draw bridges are lowered. Holy Souls Hermitage, instead, boasts of man-eating tree traps.

Did I mention that the holes are filled with make-you-sick-as-a-dog Black Widow spiders and rot-your-arms-and-legs-off-you Brown Recluse spiders? Yep. They’re there in hiding from the chickens.

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Jordan = Precipitous (That would be me)

Looking “ad orientem” from within Holy Souls Hermitage. This picture gives you a bit of perspective. If you look through the precipitously descending trees, you’ll find that you’re looking over the top of the clouds pouring through the valley between the ridges of these Blue Ridge Mountains. You’ll see the far ridge rising up behind those clouds.

My nickname growing up was “Jordan”, which, in Hebrew, means “precipitous”, that is, precipitously going down. The Jordan River is called “Jordan” or “Precipitous” since it starts high up in the Golan Heights near Mount Hermon, and then falls straight down to the very Dead Sea, way, way, way below sea level. The country is named after the river it borders.

If you read this post about one of my past favorite extreme sports, you’ll immediately understand why I think Jordan, or “Falling Precipitously” is a good name for me! Actually, the short form of that, “Jord” is a form of George in some languages. So, O.K.!

One might view a name like “Falling Precipitously” as being not so very complimentary. However, it just depends on how you look at it. The Jordan River, for instance, flows through some of the most inhospitable horrific desert just north of the Dead Sea that you would ever want, or not want to visit. However, it provides life along its banks to that which would otherwise be totally lifeless. So, way cool, that. And on that note, here’s a sample of that greenery, not from the Jordan River, but from the top of Holy Souls Mountain:

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Sorry, Pornchai! Dawn Eden’s book “My Peace I Give You” won’t be coming your way any time soon

As predicted, Dawn Eden’s new book My Peace I Give You, arrived at Concord, New Hampshire’s Prison for Men on the Feast of Saint George, 23 April. The package was opened, marked “Rejected”. It’s not that the prison doesn’t like Dawn’s book. Look closely to the right of the picture below. You’ll see a handwritten note explaining the rules of the prison: “Not from vendor”. O.K. So, we’ll have to order that from Amazon for Pornchai and try again. Even so, I’m told that even if it is accepted, it can take a full month before the inmate sees the book! It has to go through cataloguing and committees and endless bureaucracy. Yikes!

UPDATE: Another copy has been sent from a vendor, Amazon, to be precise. It should arrive 3 May, 2012. But then it has to go through the bureaucracy. So, it’ll still be awhile!

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Dawn Eden’s book launch for her awesome book: My Peace I Give You

From Dawn’s Blog:

The video captures the entire event: my introductory remarks (00:00-15:10); reading from My Peace I Give You (15:10-43:52); and the question-and-answer period (43:52-end).

It was wonderful to see how interested people were in asking questions. I answered them for twenty-five minutes, and still wasn’t able to get to everyone. Among the things you’ll hear audience members ask about are whether My Peace can help non-Catholics understand the Church’s veneration of saints (it can indeed), how the book addresses the topic of forgiveness, and the Catholic understanding of what it means to be a “victim.”

Although most of My Peace I Give Youis about the saints, you will hear something of my own story in this video. If it moves you to pray for me, and to pray that the Lord may use my book and speaking apostolate to help others heal, I am very grateful.

* * *Bring My Peace to your place: Would you like to invite me to speak to an audience at your parish, recovery group, or other venue? It’s easier than you think!

As it stands, besides upcoming events in D.C., Philly, Connecticut, and Wisconsin,, I have tentative plans to speak in California, Michigan, Missouri, and New York (please e-mail me if you are in those cities and want me to speak at your venue). However, many more bookings are needed if I am to tour throughout the summer.

So, write if you would like to host me (click here to see my e-mail address), and don’t let a lack of funds stop you. I will volunteer my services to speak about My Peace I Give You anywhere as long as my transportation, meals, and accommodations (at a convent or private home) are provided by the sponsor. The message is that important to me; I see this as an apostolate.

Also, if you would like to support my plans to spend the summer volunteering to speak about My Peace I Give You, please consider making a donation towards my support. As a full-time student at a graduate school of theology (the Pontifical Faculty of the Immaculate Conception) that does not offer scholarships to lay students, I am living on student loans, my credit line, and the kindness of Dawn Patrol readers. If I see any royalties from My Peace, they will not arrive for at least one year. So, if it truly is God’s will that I spend the summer giving talks about healing from childhood sexual abuse, I will need a bit of extra help. If you would like to chip in—no amount too small—please use the donation button below. In any event, I am very grateful for your prayers, and am praying daily for all who read my writings or hear me speak.

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Forgiving the unforgivable: A conversation with Dawn Eden

Dear Holy Souls Hermitage readers. We’ll be posting, please God, a daily entry from Dawn Eden’s blog tour promoting her new book on healing sexual abuse wounds with the help of the saints: My Peace I Give You. Today we have an entry from  ConversionDiary:

For many of you, Dawn Eden needs no introduction. She’s a popular blogger, a former rock journalist, Catholic convert, and author of the bestselling book The Thrill of the Chaste. I recently had the honor of interviewing her for the National Catholic Register, where she spoke for the first time publicly about her own experience as a victim of childhood sexual abuse. When I talked with her for that interview, I was overwhelmed by the amount of wisdom Dawn has gained on the subjects of healing and forgiveness. It was immediately clear that there was far more material here than could be contained in one interview.

So I wanted to share with you an informal Part II to our interview, in which Dawn speaks candidly on the subject of forgiveness — particularly forgiveness when you’ve been deeply hurt. The insights she’s gained through her healing journey carry powerful lessons for everyone, and so I am thrilled to share them here. And be sure to check out her brand new book, My Peace I Give You, which deals with these same subjects. Like with these interviews, I believe that the book contains powerful lessons for anyone who’s in need of healing and a deeper understanding of forgiveness.

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Q: A central concept of your book is how to go about forgiving the unforgivable. In particular, you mention a quote from St. Josephine Bakhita in which she says that if she could meet the people who kidnapped and tortured her she would kiss their hands, because that was part of her journey to Christ. Do we all have to forgive in that same way?

Though we are all called to be saints, in daily life there may be many things that the canonized saints did that we are not called to do. With regard to Bakhita, what each of us is called to do is what’s within the Lord’s Prayer: to forgive, but not necessarily to reconcile.

In ministering to victims of abuse, we need to be very clear about the distinction between forgiveness and reconciliation. Many victims are under the mistaken impression that they are remaining in sin unless they reconcile with the abuser, but that’s not true.

Yes, we have to forgive. To forgive someone is to want God’s best for them. Thankfully, we don’t have to do the heavy lifting: all forgiveness comes from the Holy Spirit. When we forgive someone we ask the Holy Spirit to enter into us and forgive that person on our behalf, and we set our will on cooperating with the Spirit’s act of forgiveness.

Q: So there may be cases where people forgive, but don’t reconcile?

Ideally, forgiveness leads to reconciliation. But, unlike forgiveness, reconciliation is a two-way street. If someone is still abusive, the most loving and forgiving thing may be to not attempt reconciliation, inasmuch as having further contact with that person would only give him or her the opportunity to abuse again.

Q: How has this understanding of forgiveness helped you in your own journey of healing?

It is very freeing. No longer do I have to worry about whether I’ve worked hard enough to forgive. I just have to ask the Holy Spirit to work forgiveness in and through me. Then I need to trust that, with my having made the choice to forgive, the Holy Spirit will continue to work in me, taking the wounds that remain and join them to the wounds of Christ.

Q: You mention that it is good for abuse victims to pray for those who have harmed them, but acknowledge that doing so may be impossible without stirring up up painful memories. What do you recommend for those kinds of situations?

I once got a very helpful tip from a Sister of Life. I was talking to her about how I felt that I owed it to God to pray for a certain person, but that it was painful for me to think about this person. The sister advised me to commend this person to the Immaculate Heart of Mary, to say to Mary, “Please place this person inside your Immaculate Heart, so that every time I’m praying for the intentions of your Immaculate Heart, I am praying for him.”

Q: That must help channel your negative energy toward that person in a more positive direction.

You know that Twilight Zone episode where there’s a child who has a dark supernatural power, and uses it to cast anyone who crosses him out into a cornfield? He casts out anyone with whom he’s angry, sending more and more people away to this place, which is an allegory for hell.

I think many of us do that in our minds sometimes, cast people away, send them to hell in our thoughts. To place them instead into the Immaculate Heart of Mary is a positive counter to that attitude. In both cases, you’re removing those people from the foreground of your thoughts — but, through Mary, you’re able to wish them into a good and holy place.

Q: Those of us who are longtime fans of your writing notice a change in your topics and tone: You used to be known for getting into heated debates with secular feminists, but you don’t do that anymore. Did this journey of healing have anything to do with that?

Yes. There was one event in particular that led me to reconsider the way I’d been acting out against feminist bloggers:

I discuss this in more detail in the book, but there was a time several years ago when I antagonized feminist bloggers, because I saw them as encouraging the same kind of attitudes that fostered my childhood sexual abuse. Though I make no apologize for proclaiming those truths about human life and dignity that the Church proclaims to be true, it was wrong of me to lash out in uncharity.

A turning point came after a woman named Zuzu began a series of blog posts reviewingThe Thrill of the Chaste at the blog Feministe. She was picking and choosing things to insult me about, setting out to thoroughly shame and embarrass me, making fun of me in the most uncharitable way.

At first I just wrote her off as a mean-spirited person. Then one day I saw a blog entry of hers about her childhood, in which she talked about the difficult aspects of her relationship with her mother. She gave specific examples of her mother transgressing certain boundaries, and while they weren’t acts of sexual abuse, learning about them made me have so much compassion for her. I realized that it was a shame that I had burned so many bridges, and therefore couldn’t reach out to Zuzu and say, “I know how you feel.”

It was a point of conversion of heart for me, which led me to seek to avoid vitriol and uncharity in my public witness.

Q: What would you say to someone who feels trapped by old wounds, not sure where to even begin down the path of forgiveness?

I recommend partaking of the Sacrament of Reconciliation. That may sound strange, because certainly those who have been abused have no reason to confess things done to them that was not my fault. But, as I write in in My Peace I Give You, although the primary reason we go to Confession is to be forgiven our sins, forgiveness is not the only thing that happens in that sacrament. Christ touches us, and, whenever He touches us, He gives grace.

A problem that many abuse victims have is anxiety caused by their uncertainty over the state of their soul. They have so absorbed the lies imprinted upon them by their abuse that they have trouble discerning the difference between the lingering effects of the sins committed against them, for which they are not responsible, and their own sins, for which they are responsible.

Recently a friend who suffered from this painful uncertainty asked me for advice on confession. I recommended to her that when she went to confess, having the priest the sins that she was certain were her responsibility, she should add, “Since Jesus is with me in this sacrament, I want to ask His healing grace while I am here, because I was abused when I was a child. I know I am not responsible for my abuse, but it has led to my having thoughts that distance me from Him. If any of those thoughts are sinful, I am very sorry, because I don’t want anything to separate me from Him. And even if they are not sinful, I ask Jesus to cover me with His Precious Blood and heal my hidden wounds.”

A few months after suggesting that approach to my friend, I went into the confessional and was moved to say the very words I had recommended. It was very powerful. Afterwards, I could not believe it had taken me so long to take my own advice.

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A big thank-you to Dawn for taking the time to chat with us. Do check out her book My Peace I Give You, where she shares more profound thoughts on peace, forgiveness, and healing.

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Sister! You’re just soooo dead, living for Christ Jesus alone! The coolest Poor Clare profession video ever! These nuns rock!

Sister Mary Immaculata, P.C.P.A. — Poor Clares of Perpetual Adoration, Solemn Profession in the great Diocese of Charlotte, N.C. In the photo above the funeral pall is being draped over her, for she is now dead to the world so as live only for Christ Jesus. Yikes! The funeral pall. Underneath, she’s in dread joy. Yep. Dread joy! The magnificence of the majesty of the Son of God inviting her to be given totally over as a living sacrifice of intercession for the members of His Mystical Body of whatever time or location. The magnificence of the majesty!

See how happy! True blessedness. Bishop Jugis is always thrilled in this great faith of ours especially, most evidently to all, on the days of ordination and profession, a true Father of the Family of Faith. Sister Mary Immaculata is rejoicing in such joy. The Holy Spirit!

Here’s a video you can see on their website. Note that the music is very cool for the video. The Mass of Profession was, of course, loaded with Latin Gregorian Chant!

Vocations, anyone!?!?!? Go to their site and check them out!

Don’t forget, they are trying to build a monastery. Are there any of you who can help?!??!!??

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My childhood of absolutely insane extreme sports: kind of like my life right now as a priest-hermit!

The extreme sports idiocy my brother and I could get into would prepare us – little did we know – for the horrific magnitude of the trouble we would both know later in life. Not that we found trouble together back in the day. We created enough of our own trouble going our separate ways.

My brother was, in my opinion, perhaps the best thing to come near what I remember to be a four-stroke 500cc dirt-bike, not that he hasn’t had some pretty severe accidents. Mostly, he just had a bit of fun with the police. I hope he doesn’t mind me recounting this.

One fine afternoon, I remember making the two and half mile walk home from my summer job at the high school in north-central Minnesota. I heard police sirens squealing from miles away in every which direction, on every which road there was. This went on for about half an hour. The chase was on!

Later, I found out what it was all about. I thought it was pretty awesome, though I don’t recommend that anyone does this! Apparently, my brother didn’t see eye to eye with one of the campus police, who was lazily sitting in his cruiser alongside a gravel road. My brother couldn’t resist. He rode right up to the officer, who had his window rolled down, and then did a couple of ‘cookies’, spraying loads of gravel and dirt into and all over the cruiser. The chase was on. They didn’t catch him. An afternoon’s entertainment. It’s hard to catch someone on a dirt-bike, on dirt.

O.K., back to my own trouble. I liked sports as a kid, but I also had and have bad legs, and didn’t know anything about extreme sports, yet. I was into running for a while, but the legs wouldn’t hold up. I tried varsity football, but that was worse for the legs. I loved swimming and did quite a lot of that, always trying to push the limit with things. In junior highschool I think I remember swimming underwater for about five lengths of the huge pool. I did that because the coach bragged he could do two lengths of the pool underwater.

I had been introduced to waterskiing as a kid, always with two skis to please the folks. But as a teenager, hanging around the neighbors house (some miles away), guaranteed being dragged around the lake behind their boat. The first time as a teenager, I used only one ski. I then ditched that in favor of bare feet with no skis at all. That worked great. But those times were pretty rare.

Much more frequent was downhill snow-skiing during the long Minnesota winters. I figured that skiing wouldn’t be so hard on my legs. After all, the skis just stayed on the snow, didn’t they?

The university had a ski hill with a single rope tow that we kids ran for free. We just had to keep the rope spliced and knock down the tall grass and brush in the autumn before the snow fell. We kind of did that, but were distracted with building a huge jump out of old machinery and bales of hay conveniently before the snow fell on the ready made jump.

Once in a while my father would dump us two boys off at the local ski “resort”, which cost, I think, $4.50 on weekdays. It was here that I was introduced to extreme sports. I was soon better than anyone, I thought, on the steep walls of moguls, as they were called, flying straight down these impossible obstacle courses. I would also cut in between ski slopes where no one else dared to go, through deep, wooded ravines – complete with frozen creeks and snow covered boulders – all at breakneck speeds, come what may when exploding up and out the top of the ridge on the other side. I soon learned I could do any of these things only a few times on any given expedition, as this also was hard on my ever ailing legs.

There was, however, one activity a handful of us kids would throw ourselves into again and again… and again. And I was by far the most insane of all of them. Off to the side of “the ridge”, there was a hundred foot long jump that had been built up with bulldozers over the summer. In the winter, a mountain of hay bales was piled high on top of that to make the jump even higher. The idea was to approach the jump slowly, do a few tricks in the hang-time, then land smoothly on the steep slope constructed by the bulldozers. In this way, no one could really get hurt. People did get hurt, of course, doing extra flips and spins in the air that they weren’t prepared to do, thus keeping the ski-patrols busy with splints and sleds.

I could do plenty of tricks, but I thought all that to be boring. So, instead, I would take the chairlift to the top of the hill, five slopes over and (perhaps a quarter mile) way, way above the jump, which was itself as far down the hill as possible, just above the parking lots. I would pick up speed by launching myself off the chairlift, then skate on the skis, tucking down and racing like a bullet, barely avoiding people and trees, finally hitting the jump built on top of the jump at full speed, flying along the tree tops and far past the end of the landing ramp of the jump, far out on the flats below. Crack! The sound of the skis slamming onto the hard packed snow below could be heard like a 50mm gun shot. I would have just enough time to slow down and not crash into the people who were lined up to go back up the hill. I destroyed three sets of skis in this way… parce que je suis un enfant terrible! Buying second-hand skis was, of course, the order of the day.

Now, it would have been fatal, of course, to fall straight down from such a height, but I was going so fast that there was no danger of being hurt in such a landing, though it seemed like it would be certain death every time, which was the whole fun of it. I would almost be knocked unconscious as the rest of my body would slam down onto the back of the skis. On some days, cameras were everywhere, filming my antics, but that, I thought, was just annoying. They couldn’t possibly understand the exhilaration of hanging between life and death for seconds on end, which seemed much, much longer going through it, time and again.

If such an extreme sport had been a death wish – which some people said it was – this would have been manifested in activities that were actually a risk to life and limb. What I didn’t know is that, in all this activity, I was destroying my knees for life. Yet, I still don’t regret those adventures. I really was having a great time. Even after all this I could still run like the wind, but only for shorter distances. Now I can walk quickly, though after a few seconds that slows up too.

To the point! Let’s make an analogy: Death defying extreme sports sharpened awareness that I was, in fact, alive, and that to stay alive, I had to make the right choices all along the way, not only on the ski slopes, but in going through life. The analogy had to be repeated a thousand times on the ski slopes in order to sink into my thick skull. Crack! And then, Crack! And then, Crack! yet again.

On the ski slopes, I made sure to end up alive, however much all depended on me. But I’ve learned that throwing myself headlong through life necessitates depending on the Lord if I’m to stay alive. Only He knows the obstacles that we will find as we throw ourselves headlong into trust in His providence. Following His lead is the only way of coming out alive.

Right now, at this time in my life, as a priest-hermit in the middle of nowhere, far from the rest of humanity, on a back-ridge of Holy Souls Mountain in Western North Carolina, I find my experiences of extreme sports (of which I’ve only mentioned one of the many) are coming back to teach me their lessons in extraordinary ways.

The Surfaris 1963 Wipe Out! marked my childhood, and still does. This song would come to mind if I could foresee that in the next seconds there was going to be a cataclysmic wipe out (rarely, but it did happen!). I laugh now, when this song comes to mind, and I think of the way it seems that I have now, in the present day, catastrophically wiped out from a worldly point out of view – merely being a hermit – knowing, however, that I’m still flying through the air, at the level of the tree tops, crosses really. Totally awesome! This is what our Lord has provided. Death defying, really. Rather exhilarating this extreme sport of trusting completely in the Lord as He provides the circumstances and draws us through them, drags us through them to Himself.

By the way, did I ever mention that there was beatitude in the beatitudes? Hah!

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What YOU need to know about your military, and that’s not — as the Obama admin has it — that all are possible terrorists

Superwonderful video. Very postive. Full of love.
Made by a 15 year old girl.
Holy Souls Hermitage supports our Military.

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Benefactors! Grape vines for wine for Mass and the Roman Breviary

What confusion! O.K. So, yes, the grape vines finally arrived! Perhaps it was just addressed to “George David” instead of “George David Byers”. Yikes! The idea is to plant these with the end of making wine for Holy Mass. Very, very, very cool!

And… and… as an extension of the Holy Sacrifice of the Mass, there’s the Roman Breviary, which also arrived today… in three wonderful volumes. Thanks, N.S.! Very kind! I know that that’s a sacrifice for you. Very much appreciated!

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Child Sacrifice ‘pro bono Ecclesiae’: The USCCB Dallas Abuse Meeting Ten Years Later: It’s much worse than you could have ever imagined. (A HSH Special)

Is child abuse a terrible crime? Yep. For some, sadly, it is felt that the only way out is suicide. The scars can run that deep. The crime, then, can be tantamount to a murder more terrible than that pictured above. The trauma is so mind-freezing that it’s like having one’s throat slit, one’s brains blown out. We pray for true victims, that they might know, instead, the peace that the Prince of the Most Profound Peace can and does provide, using even such experiences to so launch the person into personal growth and maturity that the person’s very life becomes – how to say? — a magnificence unknown to most of mankind… if they come to know the deep friendship of our Lord. We pray.

Some articles on the abuse crisis in the U.S.A. have been collected by TheseStoneWalls. These articles are by Pope Benedict XVI’s friend, the great Father John Neuhaus, and are entitled Scandal Time: A Collection of Essays (a 61 page *.PDF, first published in First Things). As the years from 2002 onward go by in these essays, one notes an increasing incisiveness in Father Neuhaus’ indictment of the hypocritical attitude of the USCCB, an attitude so very evident, as he points out, in the Dallas Charter and the Essential Norms. Why is it that the Bishops or other ecclesiastical superiors – who may well have to face allegations against themselves – do not figure into the Charter or Norms. Are they better than the rest of mankind? The Holy See has been particularly aggrieved because the procedures do nothing to help a priest who has been falsely accused. The idea seems to be that the more priests, innocent or guilty, who have their throats slit by the Charter and Norms, the better it looks to the media that the problem is being fixed. The concerns of the Holy See continue to this day, ten years later, with no foreseeable change coming any time soon. The hypocrisy and injustice continue, not only among the bishops, but now with the great religious orders as they begin to set things in order, hopefully without such false starts as was witnessed with the efforts of the USCCB.

You can read that series of articles for yourselves. In this post, I’d like to go after one particular aspect of hypocritical injustice wrought against not only rightly accused priests, but also against possibly falsely accused priests, that is, those priests who have allegations against them, allegations which are not substantiated, but which fall under the common threefold ”credible” rubric:

  1. “If it’s theoretically possible (being in the same country)
  2. then it could have happened, and therefore,
  3. it’s credible that it did happen.”

Of course, any “credible” finding is understood by everyone as “It did happen.” This is true even for those who made the decision about mere theoretical possibility.

What can happen: With a phone call proffering allegations from anyone, anytime, anywhere, even as a sick, practical joke (knowing what will happen to the priest), priests can be required by their ecclesiastical superiors to be checked into an institute/clinic for a comprehensive, professionally wrought battery of psychosexual examinations lasting for days, weeks or months.

“Non-compliance” under the rubric of the unalienable right to privacy (both in Church and Constitutional law), so as to insist that it is incorrect, in law and in justice to have to prove one’s innocence (which is impossible) instead of being proven guilty if that should be the case…. that kind of “non-compliance” or “lack of cooperation in an investigation” could mean that the priest would be automatically held to be guilty, so that he is then forthwith laicized (which is almost equivalent to the death penalty for priests).

During such a battery of exams, untold numbers of priests have even been subjected to the viewing/hearing of pornographic media while having their privates hooked up to a particular kind of plethysmograph. This has been known for many years. It is cited time and again in the John Jay report. Yet, ecclesiastical superiors have sent priests with even unfounded allegations through such a hell so that it could be said to the media that they did everything possible, including, in this way, the violent rape of their priests (horrible, whether they are guilty or not).

Oh, but surely, that’s stopped! Um… hasn’t it? You mean you haven’t heard about all the bishops and other ecclesiastical superiors who have raped their priests in this way resigning in shame? You haven’t? No? That’s because those resignations didn’t happen. Those priests who are responsible for implementing such policies of rape-your-fellow-priest in such institutes/clinics have themselves not resigned, much less been laicized. Instead, the perps of this kind of priest-rape are touted as world-class experts. Really? Yes, really.

It’s just that bad. It’s much worse than you ever imagined.

Put it this way: If a bishop can so callously have his priests raped on behalf of being politically correct with the media, do you think for a second that that bishop would hesitate to cover up the rape of a child so that he could avoid heat from the media when, after so much time without an “incident”, he would prefer just to cover things up, you know, to make it seem like he’s so wonderful, to make it seem that he’s gotten things under control?

I’m not going to believe that we’ve made any progress in the abuse crisis — now ten years on – as long as the rape of priests by bishops and other ecclesiastical superiors continues. One must presume this all to be continuing until we see bishops and others coming clean, repenting of their crimes and resigning. Otherwise, any statement to the contrary doesn’t ring true. There’s just a bit too much hypocrisy.

Now, there have been many calls for “mercy” for priests who have allegations leveled against them but are innocent. They don’t need mercy. I want to see them receive justice:

  • They are innocent until proven guilty.
  • They are not to attempt in all futility to prove themselves innocent.
  • They are not to be subjected to an invasion of privacy psychologically.
  • They are not to be raped.

That list could continue, but you get the point. Some don’t. Some defend this kind of thing with the idea behind the phrase pro bono Ecclesiae (for the good of the Church). Let me tell you this: injustice and immorality are always against the interests of the Church, always:

And why not do evil that good may come? — as some people slanderously charge us with saying. Their condemnation is just (Romans 3,8 -rsv).

“Condemnation…” I like that word. Those who perpetrate crimes against youngsters or against priests should know that they risk this condemnation. Hell is like heaven in that it’s forever.

I hope, dear reader, that you see the correlation between a lack of justice for priests and a lack of justice for true victims. Where there is injustice for one, there will be injustice for the other. Mark my words.

Hier stehe ich. Ich kann nicht anders. Gott helfe mir! Amen.

[ὅπερ ἔδει δεῖξαι (q.e.d.)]

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Uh oh…. Super severe thunderstorms hitting HSH. Yikes! and Yikes again!

See you later! Maybe! I’m unplugging everything! Yikes!

UPDATE: 1:20 PM — I survived, so far. Just some lightning, thunder, rain and…and… falling branches. But, all is well. More storms fronts are pushing through soon. We’ll see…

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Lady Slippers on the March in honor of the Immaculate Conception

From the above perspective of Holy Souls Hermitage, these Lady Slippers were seen marching along the forest in honor of the Immaculate Conception:

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Again, I just wonder… In the days after our Lord Passion and Death and Resurrection, did He, in sometimes appearing to our Blessed Mother, that is, before His ascension to heaven, did He, perhaps, pick some flowers for her, she, His mother, who suffered so much, and who now rejoiced to see Him risen from the dead? I bet He did!

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Benefactors! Thank You! (A note on Saint Benoît-Joseph Labré and Obamacare)

  • Thanks go to the family of C.W. for their kind contribution, including the homemade card of post-martyrdom Saint George. Yikes!
  • Thanks go to G.P. & S.M. E. for their kind donation, as ever.
  • Thanks go to P.P. for… soap! A natural soap able to be used for scrubbing floors, doing laundry, your hands… anything. Very cool. And here I was just getting used to doing the Saint Benoît-Joseph Labré never wash yourself thing! He’s a hero of Holy Souls Hermitage after all. O.K., so, sometimes I clean up a bit, not being so virtuous at he. Seriously, he did that to be in total solidarity with the dirt-poor street crowd of his time in Rome. Those who are absolutely dirt-poor know if you’re one of them or not. He would beg for them, befriend them, take care of them, living their existence, dying in these horrific circumstances, a death screaming out to all that one has to be shaken from one’s comfort in this life. Yikes! [Update: This particular soap keeps the bugs from biting, so very necessary right now as the Black Widows and Brown Recluses are gearing up to start their onslaught!]

The mention of Saint Benoît-Joseph Labré gets me to thinking about my own dealings with the poor, also now as a hermit (for I do some few things at the soup kitchen).

Are there gangsters who “work the soup-kitchen / hostel / free-clinic / welfare system”? Yes. I know some. They are locked into a “gimme gimme gimme” mode of devious, constant lies. Very sad, that.

But are there those who are so far gone that they don’t know there even is a “system”? Yes. Many self-congratulators — always having remained aloof from all suffering — don’t want to see that. In that view, all the street crowd, including Saint Benoît-Joseph Labré, are to be condemned. We shouldn’t forget that any of us can be in dire circumstances at any time. And that time, my friends, may be coming up in just a few months if the health care mandate goes through. I’m thinking that those not paying the premiums and not paying the fines — avoiding paying for abortion — will have their bank accounts confiscated, their property, homes, businesses taken… Total chaos. Welcome to dhimmitude (second class citizenry, slavery really) for all Orthodox Jews, Christians of any kind, and, of course, Catholics. Welcome to Hotel Rwanda. Welcome to what the unborn have been suffering in a much worse way all these decades with abortion…

Back to almsgiving: I know people even here, even now, who were millionaires, who knew they didn’t have the skills necessary to manage such piles of money, and so gave all of it away to establish soup kitchens and shelters and street clinics, becoming volunteers at these same places, and…and…clients. Yikes!

Sometimes when we think we give generously to whatever it is, we might think that we are doing something for someone less fortunate, not knowing that, in our going the extra mile, there are those who have gone the extra 10,000 miles who are on the receiving end of whatever it is we do.

Just a thought. Tough times may be ahead for all of us. Let’s be just so very ready to be there for each other with no thought of who is deserving or not. We’ll all be in the same boat no matter our present circumstances. And… and… we’ll all equally stand before the judgment of our Lord. Let’s live His goodness and kindness at every moment. We’re useless at being good and kind, but He gives us the wherewithal in His friendship.

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Wondering who the most pro-life / conservative candidates are in your district?

For those in North Carolina, check out
http://conservativefact.net/

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I, for one, voted “Yes” for Gavin.

Totally awesome. What. A. Saint! Watch. Weep. Rejoice. Vote: HERE

And, with such as Gavin speaking to us, I can’t resist putting this up:

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Vote FOR Marriage NC. Yikes! Violence from the GLBTers

As HSH readers know, I’ve been posting the “Vote FOR Marriage (One Man and One Woman)” signs on this blog. The signs have drawn the ire of slash and burn, militantly violent LGBT types all over N.C., you know, because they’re so nice. The vote FOR the marriage amendment is going on right now, with voting closing on Tueday 8 May. Besides the slash and burn technique used by these violent people, the signs are regularly stolen at night. Cowards!

Here’s the very short, wonderful commerical the Vote FOR Marriage crowd put up:

They combine the benefits of following the Natural Law (the first half of the commercial), with the obligation of following Sacred Scripture (the second half). I hope that that doesn’t provoke an “I’m just an athiest anyway!” response from the GLBT crowd.

They also sport this pro-Newt commerical on their website:

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