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Father Gordon J MacRae: Mother’s Day Prison Promises (Talk about *Yikes!*)

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At the end of “A Corner of the Veil” (a post on These Stone Walls) there’s a photo of Father Gordon MacRae’s mother at her family home in Logy Bay, Newfoundland, a few years before her death. Father Gordon’s mother is on the right. The lady on the left is her wonderful sister.

Father Gordon J. MacRae (about) has written a truly awe inspiring post: Mother’s Day Promises to Keep, and Miles to Go Before I Sleep.

Father provides a hauntingly, hauntingly, hauntingly calming, wonderful, frightening, ever so peaceful and yet blazingly incisive interpretation of Robert Frost’s poem Stopping by Woods on Snowy Evening. If you’ve never liked poetry, you’ll now rush out and buy anthologies of the same.

In the midst of this article, you’ll read the following, and I would like to place this before Monsignor Arsenault, and Bishops McCormack, Christian and Libasci:

My mother died a terrible death, having suffered for three years from hydrocephalus, the build-up of cerebrospinal fluid in the brain. It was misdiagnosed in her early seventies, and by the time it was properly diagnosed, it could not be treated. She visited me in prison with a cane, and then a walker, and then a wheelchair, and then, for the last year of her life, not at all. Though only sixty miles away from my prison, she could not even speak with me by telephone for the last six months of her life. She became paralyzed, and entered a prison of her own.

In our last visit in the New Hampshire State Prison visiting room a year before my mother died, I told her I was sorry for what had become of my life and my priesthood. Most mothers of priests – especially Irish mothers – take a certain pride in the priesthood of their sons. My mother left this world with her own priest-son in prison. I worried about the wounds to her pride my false imprisonment wrought.

But all was not lost. There was grace even in that. Sometime between now and Mother’s Day I hope you might read anew – or for the first time – “A Corner of the Veil.” It describes a promise I made to my mother that I would never take the easy way out of the crisis that priesthood brought me to. I intend to keep that promise, and in a dream last week, my mother showed up to help [continue reading there...]

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:) A reader from across the pond sent this in about a great idea for a gift for your mother on Mother’s Day. I put this up before Mother’s Day so as to give people a chance to follow this guy’s example in doing something really fantastic for his dear mother. :)

You can skip the advert in the video after a few seconds.

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Fisking the lyrics of Leonard Cohen’s Hallelujah with animatronic Sarah Palin and Larry King: taking on the most popular song of all time for the new evangelization

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From Steven Spielberg’s *Duel* — Shooting someone who outdrew you…

I have the opinion that http://holysoulshermitage.com boasts of some of the most incisive readers/commenters on the internet. I have a little project that needs some feedback, some tweaking of Leonard Cohen’s Hallelujah.

Just before Christmas of 2010, when I was teaching at the Pontifical College Josephinum, I was invited by the seminarians to be one of the presenters for the popular culture night they put on, the idea of the event being to analyze a villainous point of culture.  Surprising many, I chose to critique Leonard Cohen’s Hallelujah, which is nearly the all-time all-time most popular song ever. Just the very first page of YouTube alone counts up hundreds of millions of hits.

The version I played for the seminarians is sung by Kurt Nilsen, Espen Lind, Askil Holm and Alejandro Fuentes. Another version was used in Shrek. It’s been an ultra favorite of the popular talent shows such as American Idol, Britain’s Got Talent, and dozens of television and stage and radio productions.

Here are the highly poetic words, extremely condensed statements which were continuously rewritten, Leonard Cohen says of himself, in great anxiety and agony. You really have to stare at each word for quite a while:

1. I heard there was a secret cord that David played and it pleased the Lord. But you don’t care for music do ya? Well, it goes like this, the fourth, the fifth, the minor fall and the major lift. The baffled king composing, “Hallelujah!” Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah!

2. Your faith was strong but you needed proof. You saw her bathing on the roof. Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew ya. Well, she tied you to a kitchen chair. She broke your throne and she cut your hair. And from your lips she drew the “Hallelujah!” Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah!

3. Well, maybe there’s a God above. But all I’ve ever learned from love is how to shoot somebody who outdrew ya. It’s not a cry that you hear at night. It’s not somebody whose seen the light. It’s a cold and it’s a broken “Hallelujah!” Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah!

My analysis in part depended on an article by my friend, Father Louis V. Iasiello, O.F.M., retired Two Star Admiral, one time Head Chaplain for the entire Department of Defense, and now laboring in the Lord’s vineyard by helping out with the formation of the seminarians at the Pontifical College Josephinum. Here’s the *.pdf of the article of Father Louis V. Iasiello, O.F.M. on “Betrayal of Trust - David and Bathsheba Revisited” at the New Theology Review, 2008.2. (Betrayal of Trust–  David and Bathsheba Revisited – PDF).

Anyway, here’s the video critique of these verses of Leonard Cohen’s song that I created myself. You might have to watch it a couple of times to get all the nuances. The “text” voices of the characters aren’t always as clear as I would have liked them to be. You might have to adjust the volume a bit.

So, given that, I wonder if it would be helpful to tweak the words just a bit, just one or two, here and there, to readjust the theology to be a bit more in line with what is actually found in the books of Judges and Samuel. I have a rather mighty project in mind with a number of super-talented people. Heh heh heh.

Any no-secret-cords-attached suggestions to offer? Think about it. You can do it.

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If I was a terrorist, I would be afraid, very afraid. This is great! What patriotism!

A couple of days after the Boston Marathon Terrorist Bombings.

I’ve never heard anything so thunderous for the National Anthem.

h/t TLM-MD / Creative Minority Report / Free Republic

Patriotism is an aspect of the virtue of piety.

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Luke 24,1 – But at daybreak, on the first day of the week… Totally ad orientem…

Dead tired with sorrow, hearts ripped out of them, carrying the weight of the entire universe, hardly able to see at that early hour, not least because of the tears streaming from reddened eyes, walking past the cross to the tomb…

Luke 24,6 – Why do you seek the Living One among the dead?

SURREXIT DOMINUS VERE! ALLELUIA!

For the lyrics in Latin and English:  Continue reading

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Pope Francis and the Sacrifice of the Mass and Vocations

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Update: Pope Francis of Assisi – The video – Tears of joy welling up here

UPDATE: Yes, he speaks of loving and respecting creation. Don’t be scandalized.

Pope Francis’ experience, you have to know, would put respect for love of God and neighbor together with respect and love of creation, not that he’s a pantheist! Honestly!

For instance, you have this rich guy, but he’s filthy rich, meaning that he’s gotten his money by kicking the poor in the face, hard, to death. He’s got this nasty chemical factory on the edge of the city, employing people, sure, but at slave rates, and dumping deadly toxic waste into their open street sewers, that they walk through and live in in their poor neighborhoods, their barrios, their favelas, having them watch the toxic environment kill them off. But God created our environment to help us praise Him (see Romans Chapter One). Creation screams out to us that God exists, that He loves us, that He has done all things well for our benefit, out of love for us, and that we might use creation in a way that helps us to demonstrate that we love our neighbor. But we don’t do that often, do we?

Care for the environment is care for our neighbor. It is diabolical arrogance to kill off the poor just to save a few bucks in disposing of waste properly. Just a for instance.

I have a great deal to say about Saint Francis’ ideas about creation, ideas which slammed him down prostrate before our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ, whereby creation simply follows the will of God, while we, with our fallen human nature, do not, so that creation is incriminating us of our stupidity, so that creation is calling us to repent of our stupidity, so that creation trumps our stupidity by insisting that we praise God, creation being in anguish until the redemption of the sons of man, of Adam, fallen Adam, as Saint Paul has it. But that’s a post for another day.

Sure, Marxists and pro-aborts speak up the environment over against people, so that we ought to wipe out populations and abort everyone for the sake of the environment, but that doesn’t mean that those who want to protect the environment can’t do so out of love of neighbor, and out of a healthy praise of God.

Something like that. Saint Francis knew how to do this. So does Pope Francis.

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Pope Francis Puppet Master! The Video! — or not — Father Byers asks each virulent self-congratulating hater of Pope Francis: Quo vadis?

The SHOCK! The HORROR!

Yes, truly. But not for Archbishop Bergoglio’s participation.

And not because there were puppets at Mass.

And not because the moderation queue of Holy Souls Hermitage comments box is jammed with the video I have placed in this post.

But because it was put there in the comments box by those, it seems, with the self-congratulatory spittle-flecked hatred of Pope Francis that is spawned not so much by fear or dismay, but with, it seems, the arrogance of those who, with a dance and a song, themselves play the puppets of anti-Catholicism as they exclaim: “Neyah neyah neyah neyah neyah! We’re right! You’re wrong! Because we’re sede-vacantists, and we are each of us a Pope, and so we are always right!” Sigh.

(1) Did Archbishop Bergoglio give prior approval to this Mass, or was he ambushed? Take a look at him in the procession out. He’s rather different from the others, don’t you think? Just, like, you know, a little?

(2) Were puppets a part of the liturgy, or was that something that went on beforehand, with the puppets relegated to the back top tier of the bleachers, as far away as they could be during the Mass itself? Beforehand and relegated to the back. Interesting.

Jumping to conclusions which foment hatred is not a good sign of being a good son or daughter of the Church, is it? No. It’s not.

Before we get started, let me say this. I think that there are very few in this world alive today, or who have died in the last forty years or so, who have suffered more on behalf of the promotion of the Extraordinary Form of the Mass than yours truly. I’ve heard lots of stories. Very few have surpassed what I’ve been through. That’s just the way it is. It’s a joy to be crucified for the Lord. Tough while it’s happening, to be sure, but well worth it, both personally and for the Church. And… and… I’m not bitter about it. One of these days the stories will be written in the autobiography, if the Lord so pleases.

Also, just to say, I’ve seen a thousand times over how bishops can be ambushed by a clergy which wants nothing more than to discredit their bishops. I’ve seen it and I’ve heard about it, not only in the multitude of countries and continents where I’ve worked as priest and taught in seminaries right around the world, but also in Rome, where I lived for decades, where horror stories came my way from members of the curia, whose stories were on their desks, from lowly still-on-probation “officials” to Cardinals. Archbishop Bergoglio was quite violently hated by a good percentage of the clergy of his Archdiocese, was he not, and for a thousand reasons? He despised the liberation theologians and gay-rights crowds, of which there are many. One should be careful to strike at the anointed of the Lord.

Now then, to the point. There are those who are terribly weak in faith who, over the next weeks, will try to prove that hating Pope Francis is justified because of whatever dirt they think they dig up. Whether that dirt is real or just conveniently perceived to be that way matters not. What matters for them is striking at the Lord’s anointed. This, they think, will justify them. But, consider these questions:

Why do you think it is that when a Pope is elected, any excommunications and penalties he may have had levied against him are dropped? So that he can start fresh? Yep. So that he will not be hindered? Yep.

Why do you think that the room where he vests in his new clothing after his election is called the room of tears? Does the elect of the Lord have a sudden realization of what has come upon him, much like Saint Thomas Becket did when he became Archbishop?

And what of those who will not give the Holy Spirit any leeway to work on any of us? What is to be said about them? Will they know wailing and gnashing of teeth instead of such tears?

I have no intention of turning the comments box of Holy Souls Hermitage over to the bitter, to the self-congratulating, to those who refuse to fight the fight of the Church Militant in union with the Vicar of Christ, who refuse to be crucified. No, no. I will allow just one But Father! But Father! …

But Father! But Father! You publicly criticized Pope Benedict XVI. So, what on earth are you talking about?!

Sure I did. Something about Genesis 3,15 in a certain thesis. I did that with the express blessing of His Holiness, a most gracious gentleman, a most humble scholar, more so than all others on the face of the earth.

The point here, instead, is that one is to give a newly elected Supreme Pontiff a chance. Honestly!

Let’s pray for our Holy Father, Pope Francis, gloriously reigning. Let’s pray with a spirit of goodness and kindness, not of despair and bitterness. Let’s be eager sons and daughters of the Church, eager to be crucified with the Lord Jesus and with the Holy Father.

I ask each of those who hate Pope Francis: Quo vadis?

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Update(x3): Father Byers critiques the *purported* flagship video of Autism Speaks: Demonically Evil

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[[UPDATE (1): So, with the above screen shot, we know that Autism Speaks has seen this post. Moreover, I alerted them to it by way of email. So, they know. So, we are awaiting a response as to the origin of this little film.]]

This is the video on vimeo, but I don’t know if:

  • The first half is from Autism Speaks
  • The second half is from Autism Speaks
  • Both halves are from Autism Speaks
  • Neither half is from Autism Speaks

Whatever the case, I have grave reservations about both halves of this film, though perhaps Paul from Autism Speaks can sort us out on that. Everything described in this post points to the whole thing coming from Autism Speaks. Paul?

Keep in mind as you watch this that the script was pretty much plagiarized from “The Crippler”, which was used as a scare tactic in theaters in the 1950s to get people to give to the March of Dimes to get rid of the demonized Poliomyelitis. Spooky music and demonic voice and heart-breaking scenes:

“My name is virus poliomyelitis. I cause a disease which you call infantile paralysis. I consider myself quite an artist, a sort of sculptor. I specialize in grotesques, twisting and deforming human bodies. That’s why I’m called The Crippler. You’ve never seen me but I’m sure you’ve seen my shadow. I’m never invited but I’ve been an invisible guest in practically every kind of home… As you probably know, I’m very fond of children, especially little children. I have no prejudices. I’m quite impartial…. I’m feeling unusually active today. I might start an epidemic!”

So, those with poliomyelitis, “especially little children,” are turned into nothing more than a shadow of the demonic crippler. They are no longer children, but mere shadows of the demonic. Nice, huh?

Autism is also demonized in the purported Autism Speaks video, to the point where — hey! — the kids will need an exorcism with voodoo! That’s sure to help, right?!

PART I:

satan h-t v sanctepater dot comI am autism. [As a personified demon with a creepy voice. Be careful of the straw men...]

I’m visible in your children [Really? How's that? Like a demon? Sounds terrifying], but if I can help it, I am invisible to you until it’s too late. [Here's the brainwashing technique: indicators of autism are equated with the demonic. This is super dangerous. But watch the image here. Autism takes over, possesses a child like a demon. The demon throws the child into the background. All that is evident is the demon, the autism. But who knows where the child is.] I know where you live. [Just like the conscienceless Mafia!] And guess what? I live there too. [Hey! Can't even hide under the bed!] I hover around all of you. [Little red demons flying about!] I know no color barrier, no religion, no morality, no currency. I speak your language fluently. And with every voice I take away, I acquire yet another language. [Because everyone on the autism spectrum can't speak, right? That would be oh so wrong.] I work very quickly. I work faster than pediatric AIDS, cancer, and diabetes combined [Just wow. Talk about scare tactics. It's gotta be like, you know, something like contagious, like stuff that kills people, like stuff old and heavy people get lots of, like, you know.] And if you’re happily married, I will make sure that your marriage fails. [This is evil. But it's supposed to be, right? Because it's the demon talking! But actually, the demon is autism, but we're really talking about a child here, except that here, the child has somehow disappeared, having been demonically possessed by the demon autism.] Your money will fall into my hands, and I will bankrupt you for my own self-gain. [I'd like to see full financial disclosure of salaries for everyone at Autism Speaks, if this is their video, since their inception.] I don’t sleep, so I make sure you don’t either. [A real nightmare.] I will make it virtually impossible for your family to easily attend a temple, birthday party, or public park without a struggle, without embarrassment, without pain. [This so makes autism impossible to be near that one would want to abort the kid or commit infanticide or just kill the person at any age, right, like in Nazi Germany? Mind you, none of these things will be refuted below. When the demon speaks, it's the truth, right?] You have no cure for me. [Here's the financial pitch for you to give your money to Autism Speaks, if this is their video...] Your scientists don’t have the resources [Give us your $$$], and I relish their desperation. [The prep for the "We'll show you!" bit to follow in Part II below.] Your neighbors are happier to pretend that I don’t exist, of course, until it’s their child. [This is the invite to dig in one's heels in all righteousness to be rid of the demon. But it is a demon here.] I am autism. [Here we go:] I have no interest in right or wrong. I derive great pleasure out of your loneliness. I will fight to take away your hope. I will plot to rob you of your children and your dreams. I will make sure that every day you wake up you will cry, wondering who will take care of my child after I die? And the truth is, I am still winning, and you are scared. And you should be. I am autism. You ignored me. That was a mistake. [You would just want to blow your brains out, right? So, despair all around, and wallets and purses are opened up. But then... but then... it actually gets worse, when it is supposed to be all better. Whoever did this is really, really creepy.]

PART II:

And to autism [the child, that is, the demon. All that follows is addressed to the "shadow" of what the child could have been, in this mentality, not to the child. The shadow is the demon. The child is possessed, and has receded into the background. This is truly frightening:] I say: I am a father, a mother, a grandparent, a brother, a sister. We will spend every waking hour trying to weaken you. We don’t need sleep because we will not rest until you do. Family can be much stronger than autism ever anticipated, and we will not be intimidated by you, nor will the love and strength of my community. I am a parent riding toward you, and you can push me off this horse time and time again, but I will get up, climb back on, and ride on with the message. Autism, you forget who we are. You forget who you are dealing with. You forget the spirit of mothers, and daughters, and fathers and sons. We are Qatar. We are the United Kingdom. We are the United States. We are China. We are Argentina. We are Russia. We are the European Union. We are the United Nations. We are coming together in all climates. We call on all faiths. We search with technology and voodoo [searching with voodoo, that is, voodoo rituals, that is, demonic spirit-channeling, you know, just to make it clear that one fights demons with... um... demons... I mean, I dunno, are there what seem to be the usual sex rituals involved with this voodoo searching, I mean, you know, with the children themselves? Just askin'. Whatever the answer to that, this is just really, really evil...] and prayer [after all that, what kind of "prayer"?] and herbs [and after all that, is the herbal thing just nature stuff, snake-oil stuff, or is it, going along with the voodoo thing, some sort of thing for witchcraft recipes? Perhaps that would involved a newt's eye or something. But I digress, possibly.] and genetic studies and a growing awareness you never anticipated. We have had challenges, but we are the best when overcoming them. We speak the only language that matters: love for our children [who have disappeared and remain missing somewhere under the demonic shadow. There are no children present with autism in the message here. "Love for our children" refers to a figment of the imagination of "what could have been" or maybe could still be, but surely is not here now, no children now, just demonic shadows. You would like to read it another way, you know, because you're nice and like to see niceness. But that's not what the film has.]. Our capacity to love is greater than your capacity to overwhelm. Autism is naïve. You are alone. We are a community of warriors. We have a voice. You think because some of our children cannot speak, we cannot hear them? That is autism’s weakness. You think that because my child lives behind a wall, I am afraid to knock it down with my bare hands? [But this skips the point of view of the autistic person, who might not at all view autism as a wall. I direct you to this most exquisite, incredible site, which, apparently, was legally threatened. It's very much well worth the read. If you persevere, and it's not all that long, you won't regret it. You will be in awe: http://web.archive.org/web/20051124032124/http://www.gettingthetruthout.org/ Note that the site was knocked off the web, and only exists on the archive.org site. Truly: Yikes! When you get to the bit with the "keyboard", follow the links for the video and then for the transcript. This will absolutely knock your socks off. So, so, so super incredibly cool!!!] You have not properly been introduced to this community of parents and grandparents, of siblings and friends and schoolteachers and therapists and pediatricians and scientists. Autism, if you are not scared, you should be. When you came for my child [who is still gone missing, abducted by the demonic possessing shadow], you forgot: you came for me. Autism, are you listening? [Just. Wow. The idea here is that the hovering demon is trying to possess the parents and siblings and everyone else, and that one must fight being possessed, the only way to do that being to attack the demon shadow. This is just so dangerous. People get the wrong idea with this kind of ambiguous confusion. Is it about research? Also. But, should a mother, say, drive off a bridge with an autistic daughter to, you know, kill that demon? Just askin'. It happened, by the way. Right after another horrific film some group put out, something like this one. I don't have the link for that though. Anyone?]

If Paul from Autism Speaks doesn’t intervene to tell us that this little film is theirs or not — and he is following this blog http://holysoulshermitage.com closely — I’ll then just have to assume the entire video is theirs. All indicators are that. Paul?

Now, I am critical here. And I’m a little bit afraid that there may be retaliation by whoever created this video. I’ve already been informed that I’ve gone beyond critical dialogue. Also, I’ve seen what may only be rumors, but there are a number of them, which state that there have been legal threats forcing self-advocate statements off the internet. Anyway, I own nothing, no land, no house. Pretty much nothing in the bank. I’ve no job. Even the rickety pickup is not mine. So, all I would have to fear is jail, right? It’s worth it. If this site is knocked off the web, I can just put it back up, minus the pictures, but at least the text will be there. It will just be a new domain. :)

So, I’ll now make a critique of the above video (and you thought I already did!). I do NOT say that that video comes from Autism Speaks. That has nothing to do with my critique. I’m just making the critique. If it is theirs… Just. Wow. But since Paul from Autism Speaks approached me first, I feel I have a right to ask questions, the first one being is about whether they have anything to do with this video.

just me one and a half years old 2Disclaimer: On the one hand, someone who’s never met me, but with whom I’ve spoken, is convinced I’m on the autism spectrum. On the other hand, a parishioner in another part of the world, who holds the record for numbers of children having autism in her hemisphere, is convinced that I don’t have even the slightest bit of autism. At any rate, I always vote for the underdog, and that would be for the autistic child, not some huge group.

MY COMMENT: The video “I AM AUTISM” makes a clear distinction between the child — who virtually does not exist — and the shadow of the demonic autism. Some take that literally, the demon bit, as is evident with the mention of voodoo, the old fighting demons with demons trick. At any rate, the point I’d like to make is that the child is depersonalized, and that it is much easier to get rid of a non-person than a child, right? The whole question is about whether or not the prevention that is so highly touted involves abortion. Murder would prevent autism, now, wouldn’t it?! But even prescinding from that question, the idea of this video is that the person cannot be seen truly to exist if there is autism present, so that autism is not a part of the person, but somehow replaces the person. This is dangerous, and smacks of eugenics and the lead-up to hitleresque death camps. I will repeat that link description above, just for coolness’ sake:

I direct you to this most exquisite, incredible site, which, apparently, was legally threatened. It’s very much well worth the read. If you persevere, and it’s not all that long, you won’t regret it. You will be in awe: http://web.archive.org/web/20051124032124/http://www.gettingthetruthout.org/ Note that the site was knocked off the web, and only exists on the archive.org site. Truly: Yikes! When you get to the bit with the “keyboard”, follow the links for the video and then for the transcript. This will absolutely knock your socks off. So, so, so super incredibly cool!!! Please use the sharing buttons at the bottom of this post.

[[Update (2): It's said that we are to have some understanding for those who created this little film, in that they have children who are autistic. Right. But I'm in solidarity with them by helping them see the error of their ways. I'm risking having the blog thrown off the internet in doing this. Moreover, those responsible for presenting this to the world should have some critical oversight with all this, no? Also...

  • It is one thing to say that one regrets that people are offended over the video and take it off the internet. That's just more mockery, you know, the old "You're too stupid to understand our brilliance and our being right, so we'll just condescendingly remove the video, O.K.?!?"
  • It would be another thing altogether to say that the video tragically sends the wrong message, that it is altogether antithetical to the welfare of autistics and their families, and that an entire sea-change of attitudes is necessary for those who promoted this video, possible on a world level, at the United Nations. But that hasn't happened, has it? Just askin'.]]

[[Update (3): There's seems to be a confirmation that the video seen in this post is, in fact, the Autism Speaks presentation. I say that because of this Time Magazine article including an interview with the Vice President of Autism Speaks at that time, Peter Bell: HERE. H/T to a schooling forum.]]

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On Acolytes – Altar Boys – Girl Altar Boys – Altar Servers – and, finally, in reversing that trend: VOCATIONS!

From Saint Theresa Catholic Church h/t FrZ!

When I was a little little kid, there were seminarians who were Acolytes. Those of younger days were called Altar Boys. The phrase Altar Boy was so ingrained, so right somehow, that when the priest, going against all church legislation, allowed girls to serve, everyone but everyone, without batting an eye, called them Girl Altar Boys. This wasn’t sarcastic,  or mocking. It’s just that the phrase Altar Boy was so ingrained because it was just so right.

After some years, and it was years, a false feminism reared its ugly head with abortion and lesbianism, a natural follow up to all the ’68ing with contraception. And so the phrase, Altar Servers was coined. When girls started serving, boys stopped serving. It was all confusing. Girls couldn’t become priests, so what were they doing there? Getting empowered or some such thing? Blech. If girls are only worth anything if they act like boys, it is the end of respect for girls by boys. Not good, that. But the false feminist movement roared ahead, insisting that women were the scum of the earth unless they acted just like men. How stupid is that? How evil? How misogynistic? Liberals are really hateful of God and neighbor, even though they think they are so, you know, wonderful in their battle for “justice”.

The fellow in the video above, unfortunately, doesn’t make a distinction with some of his terminology, but we know what he means. He says that the guys like the cassock, not the alb, because the alb is a bit effeminate. What he’s talking about is not the alb that the priest wears with proper amice and cincture, but rather the white sack with hood and super large wing-like sleeves and nicey-nice inch thick rope.

The stupidest thing I’ve ever seen is girls in the Roman Cassock and collar. This is transvestism. Blech. Also, it is a great act of hatred for girls. Why? you ask. Because it gives them the impression that they can become priests. This is using them, these kids, for a political, anti-Catholic agenda. They will grow up wanting to become priests, not because they are called, but because they have been manipulated. And they will be disappointed, and will probably leave the Church to become Episcopalians or Anglicans or whatever other group changes doctrine at will as time goes on. This kind of abuse of kids is really sick in the head. If you can abuse kids that way, the door is open to other kinds of abuse, right? Really, it needs to stop, and stop now.

But may girls now serve? If the bishop permits this, there is an argument for that. However, the Holy See, wise as ever with this kind of canonization of disobedience, ruled that no matter what a bishop permits, the use of Girl Altar Boys is strictly up to the priest who is celebrating that particular Mass. It’s not up to the Pastor over against a Parochial Vicar. It’s up to the priest who is celebrating that particular Mass.

So, what happens when a priest who wants to promote vocations ever so very gently and with catechesis and all goodness and kindness insists on Boy Altar Boys? Well, a number of things:

  • There is a rebellion: There is always but always a feminist mom who brings her daughter to “watch” with painful eyes, while the boys get trained in. The mother always complains, always threatens to write to the bishop, always using her little girl for her own agenda. Too bad, that. Priests shouldn’t cave in to this manipulation of priests, to this abuse of the girls.
  • There is encouragement: There are always many more parishioners who back the priest, encouraging him to stay the course. God bless these noble parishioners. They are both men and women, and also girls (especially those who are home-schooling, having their heads screwed on straight).
  • There is a sharp increase of Boy Altar Boys: Of course, those who appreciate clear thinking the most are the boys themselves. When they see the battle of Calvary going on right before them in the Most Holy Sacrifice of the Mass, and realize the great honor and dignity there is in serving the King of kings and the Lord of lord, He who is the Prince of the Most Profound Peace at the very moment when He, Son of God and Son of the Immaculate Conception is laying down His life for us — so, so majestic in His love — it is then that these boys flock to the altar not only to become Altar Boys, but to become — Dare they aspire to this?!?! — to become seminarians and, hopefully, one day, priests of The Priest, wanting to share the very greatest love of their lives that they have come to know in this way.
  • There is a sharp increase in vocations to the priesthood: Parishes which have a superbly, respectfully offered Mass, using only Altar Boys, are often the only source of vocations to the priesthood in the entire diocese or region. This is true again and again and again. This is the way to go for the future of the Church.
  • There is a sharp increase in vocations to the religious life: Truly. Girls are inspired by the manly service of the altar that they see being done by their male friends, and they start thinking about joining, say, the Poor Clares of Perpetual Adoration in Charlotte, or the Missionaries of Charity. Yikes! And we all benefit.

Great! So, why not do it?! Exactly! Let’s get to it!

P.S. By the way, decades ago there was a program called Knights of the Altar. Are there any good initiatives like that today that could be taken up by a parish which, from scratch, wants to start training some youngsters in for service at the Most Holy Sacrifice of the Mass? That’s what I would like to know. Anyone?

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Join me with this video Way of the Cross I made on Mount Carmel, Israel — What a fright. Such violence in the Holy Land.

I made this set of videos (about 20 minutes all told) during my time living just over the cave of Elijah on Mount Carmel, Israel. The O.C.D.s had invited me to stay there for an entire month during the years that I was a chaplain at Lourdes. I must say that these videos are very emotional for me to watch to this day. What a fright! But… Jesus, Mary’s Son, is just that good and kind! Even though in watching these you don’t move from station to station yourself, I’m sure your heart will be transported to be right next to Jesus, to be with Him in solidarity, and to be right next to His dear mother as she accompanies our Lord, again in all solidarity.

Please God, I’ll be able to watch these heart-rending videos frequently during this Lent…

And… and…

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Non praevalebunt: The Gates of Hell Shall Not Prevail – A Video Tribute to Pope Benedict XVI

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Joe Maher, President of Opus Bono Sacerdotii, thanks Holy Souls Hermitage blog readers

Father Byers,

I just wanted to personally thank you and the followers of your http://holysoulshermitage.com blog. It is humbling for the priests and staff of Opus Bono Sacerdotii to see so many of your blog friends who are willing to pray for us and to sacrifice some of their material gifts to support the Catholic priests we care for who are in such dire circumstances. Your support and the support of your followers is so much needed and very much appreciated.

We will be praying for you and your blog followers!

Sincerely and with prayers for all of you to Our Lady of Priests,

Joe

Joe Maher
President
Opus Bono Sacerdotii
“Work for the Good of the Priesthood”
P.O. Box 663,
Oxford, MI 48371
P: 313.937.6305
F: 248.628.8293

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Buahh ha ha! Disconected politicians and a salute to farmers. America follows Australia (sigh)

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The great C.W. mailed this in: Cattle guards are horizontal steel rails placed at fence openings, in dug-out places in the roads adjacent to highways (sometimes across highways), to prevent cattle from crossing over that area. For some reason the cattle will not step on the “guards,” probably because they fear getting their feet caught between the rails.

In 2008, Kevin Rudd received and was reading a report that there were over 10,000 cattle guards over main roads in NSW & Queensland. Graziers had protested his proposed changes in grazing policies, so he ordered the Minister to fire half of the cattle guards immediately!!

Before the Minister could respond and presumably try to straighten him out, Minister for Employment Julia Gillard, intervened with a request that before any cattle guards were fired, they be given six months of retraining.

And now she is running the country.

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And now, for Paul Harvey at his very best: A Salute To Farmers. I’ve put this up before, but it is so good, it bears repeating.

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Even more disconnected from reality are those politicians who, attempting to be politically correct, fanatically make aborting humanity the goal of their lives, even while not only are most people pro-life, but the natural law to which these politicians are also beholden demands respect for life. But they run like blind cattle across the yawning abyss of hell, and get their feet caught up, and sink down. Not a pretty sight. Today we also pray for their conversion. Good, decent farmers wouldn’t want their politicians to be condemned, just that they get to know reality sooner than later, for everybody’s benefit.

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Les Mis – But this time, from the point of view of Father Gordon MacRae, 19 years in prison like Jean Valjean

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I never paid attention to Les Misérables when it first appeared on television a zillion years ago — despite my mom’s insistence that I watch it right through — except for this scene with the bishop, which I saw in passing, and which always stayed with me. Perhaps you can draw some… um… analogies…

Aaagghhh! What a fright! Here.

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Hold your breath for four minutes with your heart rammed in your throat: Urban Downhill Biking

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Click on the picture to go to the video: YIKES!!!

The great L.F. sent this in. LOL. I was never that crazy.
O.K. with downhill skiing I was. But this is… Aagghhh!!!
Laughing out load for a couple of minutes after that.
What an experience just to watch this. I just love it.
Do NOT try this at home. Eeeevveerrr. Hah!

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Full video and text of Martin Luther King Jr’s I Have a Dream speech. I would love to have him as president instead of Obama the racist

That’s the full video. The following is the full text. But first, just to say, MLKJr, who was pro-life, is everything that Obama is not. Only racists want the vast majority of abortion clinics in black neighborhoods as a method of genocide, and that’s what Obama the racist is all about. Instead, MLKJr, had this to say:

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I am happy to join with you today in what will go down in history as the greatest demonstration for freedom in the history of our nation.

Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand today, signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Negro slaves who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of their captivity.

But one hundred years later, the Negro still is not free. One hundred years later, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Negro is still languished in the corners of American society and finds himself an exile in his own land. And so we’ve come here today to dramatize a shameful condition.

In a sense we’ve come to our nation’s capital to cash a check. When the architects of our republic wrote the magnificent words of the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence, they were signing a promissory note to which every American was to fall heir. This note was a promise that all men, yes, black men as well as white men, would be guaranteed the “unalienable Rights” of “Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.” It is obvious today that America has defaulted on this promissory note, insofar as her citizens of color are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, America has given the Negro people a bad check, a check which has come back marked “insufficient funds.”

But we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. We refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this nation. And so, we’ve come to cash this check, a check that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and the security of justice.

We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind America of the fierce urgency of Now. This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism. Now is the time to make real the promises of democracy. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quicksands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood. Now is the time to make justice a reality for all of God’s children.

It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment. This sweltering summer of the Negro’s legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality. Nineteen sixty-three is not an end, but a beginning. And those who hope that the Negro needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the nation returns to business as usual. And there will be neither rest nor tranquility in America until the Negro is granted his citizenship rights. The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright day of justice emerges.

But there is something that I must say to my people, who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the palace of justice: In the process of gaining our rightful place, we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds. Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred. We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. We must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence. Again and again, we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force.

The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Negro community must not lead us to a distrust of all white people, for many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny. And they have come to realize that their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom.

We cannot walk alone.

And as we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall always march ahead.

We cannot turn back.

There are those who are asking the devotees of civil rights, “When will you be satisfied?” We can never be satisfied as long as the Negro is the victim of the unspeakable horrors of police brutality. We can never be satisfied as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highways and the hotels of the cities. We cannot be satisfied as long as the negro’s basic mobility is from a smaller ghetto to a larger one. We can never be satisfied as long as our children are stripped of their self-hood and robbed of their dignity by signs stating: “For Whites Only.” We cannot be satisfied as long as a Negro in Mississippi cannot vote and a Negro in New York believes he has nothing for which to vote. No, no, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until “justice rolls down like waters, and righteousness like a mighty stream.”

I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from narrow jail cells. And some of you have come from areas where your quest — quest for freedom left you battered by the storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of police brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive. Go back to Mississippi, go back to Alabama, go back to South Carolina, go back to Georgia, go back to Louisiana, go back to the slums and ghettos of our northern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed.

Let us not wallow in the valley of despair, I say to you today, my friends.

And so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.

I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: “We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal.”

I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia, the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.

I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.

I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.

I have a dream today!

I have a dream that one day, down in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of “interposition” and “nullification” — one day right there in Alabama little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers.

I have a dream today!

I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, and every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight; “and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed and all flesh shall see it together.”

This is our hope, and this is the faith that I go back to the South with.

With this faith, we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith, we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith, we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.

And this will be the day — this will be the day when all of God’s children will be able to sing with new meaning:

My country ’tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing.

Land where my fathers died, land of the Pilgrim’s pride,

From every mountainside, let freedom ring!

And if America is to be a great nation, this must become true.

And so let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire.

Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York.

Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania.

Let freedom ring from the snow-capped Rockies of Colorado.

Let freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes of California.

But not only that:

Let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia.

Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee.

Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi.

From every mountainside, let freedom ring.

And when this happens, when we allow freedom ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God’s children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual:

Free at last! Free at last!

Thank God Almighty, we are free at last!

[N.B. There seems to be some sort of copyright dispute about this. Whatever it is, I'm not selling this blog post. In fact, I may well make some enemies by putting it up. I put this up on the blog just because I think it's pretty cool. Whoever thinks they own the copyright can ask me to take it down, and I certainly will do so immediately. I would just like to let his words ring out. That's all.]

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Father Mark Gruber celebrates the Funeral Mass of his own mother at high noon, today. That, my friends, while sad news, is great news. Her first miracle.

Just thought I would repost this video. What he says is brilliant. A great teacher. Super-Catholic.

This repost is a bit of a chess move. :) You do like chess, don’t you?

Father Mark is the celebrant for the Funeral Mass for his mother at noon in St. Agnes Church. Interment in St. Joseph Cemetery, West Mifflin. Memorial contributions may be made to Vincentian Home, 111 Perrymont Road, Pittsburgh, PA 15237.

I was the celebrant for the funeral of both my father and then my mother. Heart wrenching.

May the angels lead her into paradise!

And may the Lord bless you, Father Mark.

Saint Michael the Archangel…

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For Epiphany: Angels we have heard on high – Andrea Bocelli

Andrea Bocelli:

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The Dandy Warhols Little Drummer Boy coming up to Epiphany

I know nothing about The Dandy Warhols, but I do like this bit.

My music appreciation is at the level of about zero, but I hope that’s not the only reason I like this version.

drum googled imageI wish there was a rendition of the Little Drummer Boy that is utterly simple, so that when it comes time for the pah-rum-pum-pum-pum part, it is a solo on a simple drum, which would fit the words, right?

The video above doesn’t do that at all, but I think it captures more of the urgency of the need for redemption, for the birth of God-Among-Us, for the grace of God amidst all the hell of this world: While all the hell of hedonistic, violent Herod spreads its darkness, the lowly behold the glory of God. I love that.

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AGENDA – GRINDING AMERICA DOWN (Must see new documentary on the Marxism of the present U.S. Admininistration)

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Here’s the six minute trailer to whet your appetite. You will watch the entire film after seeing this.

The entire film for free for the moment only: http://vimeo.com/52009124

The website, at which there are reading lists, etc.

Comments: The documentary has two main ideas:

(1) The communist activity of the present administration was never wrapped up in conspiracy theories since everything they did was always in the open, published and broadcast and trumpeted, an agenda, not something secretive.

(2) The objectification, that is, the de-personalization of people is always the aim.

More on that in another post.

You owe it to yourself and to your fellow countrymen, wherever you are in the world, to watch this film.

Spread the word. It’s an education. Very worth while.

Nota bene: While I watched this film I felt myself becoming angry a number of times. You have to know that I’ve met out and out violent Marxists in my life, some of whom were priests. I’ve also met untold numbers of clergy and bishops who were, as Lenin called them, useful idiots. How much damage they’ve done. And for what? Bulldozing corpses into mass graves? That’s what they want. But, more on that in another post. For now, just watch this most excellent film.

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Sandy Hook Children During the Twelve Days of Christmas — A Video Of Grieving Love, Of Hope in Their Honor, by a Relative

This is Cheyanne’s Lullaby. A must see during these 12 days of Christmas.

This is a video just now made by Mary Rose, who created this expression of grief, of hope, of looking forward to a meeting in heaven.

This was made for her cousin, Sandy Hook Elementary School victim,  Allison Wyatt, and her nineteen little friends who died there.

Mary Rose is the twenty year old daughter of Joe Maher, who, as readers of HSH know, is the founder of the great organization, Opus Bono Sacerdotii. Joe sent me the video in these days after Christmas.

Know that there is an element of the lamentation of Rachel, who refused to be consoled, because they were no more, a passage cited about the wailing that went on in Bethlehem and environs when Herod had all the children two years old and under murdered, with our Lord just escaping into exile for the many years to come. His time would soon come. He also would know a most violent, tortured death, so as to bring us to life.

Yes, there is hope in this video. Much grief. But remember, grief comes from love.

I am reminded of these posts for your review:

(1) The beatitude about the blessedness of grieving, of knowing the love in the midst of grieving.

(2) The Grief Woman - a chapter in a book I’m writing about the women in the Gospels. This one is a widow who is grieving for her only son.

Please use the sharing buttons. Pass it on. This is the request of the relatives. A message of hope in the midst of love that grieves is importnat to share. Thanks. We help each other in this way.

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Chocolate Bacon 12 Days of Christmas Extravaganza: I bet young Jewish Shepherds at the manger ate this years later! A HSH Special

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I bet if a reader of Holy Souls Hermitage were to patent a secret recipe and open a chain of Chocolate Bacon 24 hour breakfast restaurants, it would be a sensational success, especially if you closed on Sunday and had only part time employees so you didn’t have to pay for Obamacare. Just a thought for the welfare of HSH readers!

Holy Souls Hermitage celebrates the 12 days of Christmas.

I’ll have to decorate a Christmas Tree. Perhaps you remember the one from last year. But that’s for another of the 12 days. Today we have…

Chocolate Bacon.

You just know it had to happen sooner than later.

You have to know that the neighbor’s son, a great seminarian (and past student of mine) was up to Holy Souls Mountain for Christmas. The neighbors made chocolate bacon for the occasion, a wonderful Christmas treat with great theological significance if you ask me, famed biblical scholar and theologian that I am (hah!).

The shepherds who watched their flocks by night, to whom the angels of heaven appeared, who rushed to the cave in Bethlehem (the House of Bread) to behold the Babe, the Son of God in swaddling clothes, were dirt poor. They ate the food of the poor.

  • One such poor-man’s-food was honey. This is abundant, if you know where to look, even in a semi-desert. In the spring, there are gazillions of flowers and the bees are very busy indeed. Just reach into any gnarled hold of an olive tree and you’ll have a handful of honey. If it’s winter, and at night, and you’re quick, you won’t get stung.
  • Another poor-man’s-food is the chocolate like carob pod of the carob tree, which grows throughout the region. It is the food of the poor. The pods are called Saint John’s Bread, since the pods look somewhat like the locustae that Saint John the Baptist ate. Indeed, the pods are also called locusts and the trees are also called locust trees. It’s a penitential food. I think that that’s the reference in Matthew 3,4 and Mark 1,6. At any rate, it’s what the prodigal son hotly desired to shove down his throat, but it was the pigs who were eating the pods, and no one gave him anything, nor could he ask, as he was enslaved.
  • But what about the forbidden bacon? Surely, Jewish shepherds would never but never eat bacon. Pork is unclean. Pigs are symbolic of the demonic.

Well, more than thirty years later, Saint Peter had a vision about, among other things, the bacon of our chocolate bacon recipe (Acts 10,9-16):

Peter went up to the roof terrace to pray at about noontime. He was hungry and wished to eat, and while they were making preparations he fell into a trance. He saw heaven opened and something resembling a large sheet coming down, lowered to the ground by its four corners. In it were all the earth’s four-legged animals and reptiles and the birds of the sky. A voice said to him, “Get up, Peter. Slaughter and eat.” But Peter said, “Certainly not, O Lord. For never have I eaten anything profane and unclean.” The voice spoke to him again, a second time, “What God has made clean, you are not to call profane.” This happened three times, and then the object was taken up into the sky.

I’m sure Peter was quite mortified at this point, this having happened three times. One recalls his three-fold denial of the Lord, and then the Lord’s three-fold reprimand of Peter, and simultaneous commissioning. Would Peter try to find righteousness in Jewish dietary laws instead of in the redemption wrought by our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ? Saint Peter takes all this to heart.

This happened not long after our Lord ascended into heaven, well within the lifetime of the young shepherds who were guarding their flocks by night, to whom the angels appeared, and who rushed, rushed, rushed to see the Christ Child in the manger, wrapped in swaddling clothes.

These shepherds, after their experience, would have sought news of this Emmanuel, God-With-us, as the years passed. Surely they would have heard of what happened to Peter, as this would have instantaneous practical effect in one’s daily life for many of their neighbors.

The upshot:

  • Bacon is allowed
  • Chocolate (substituting for carob should you not have it) is certainly allowed
  • Chocolate Bacon is indeed a most fitting celebration of the Lord’s Birthday.

The shepherds would be the first to celebrate in the most delicious, symbolic way they could:

  • Slaughter the pig you got as a gift from your Jewish-Catholic employers, who know that you’ve accepted Peter’s vision.
  • Slice up chucks of bacon and take this with you out into the fields to watch the flocks of sheep by night.
  • On your way out into the fields, collect dead olive wood branches that are scattered about everywhere, reaching into the occasional gnarled hole of an olive tree to grab some honey, placing that in a Roman chariot metal axle cap that you found on the road from Bethlehem to Jerusalem as you started out. Don’t neglect, however, to also break off a long green olive branch.
  • When your flocks of sheep are settled down and there are no wolves in sight, just as night is falling into its fullest darkness, light a fire.
  • As the flames get started, and when all is calm and no wolves are about, take out your bacon, hanging the strips on the green olive branch that you’ve propped up above the fire, crisping the bacon nicely, with flames shooting up from the fallen grease.
  • Grab some newly fallen carob pods that have fallen to the ground all around you.
  • Grind these up, using a stone over some exposed bedrock. Be sure that the stone you are using isn’t still spattered with the blood of recently martyred Saint Stephen, that greatest of deacons, in whose death the future Saint Paul, not yet converted, took part.
  • Mix the carob powder with the now melted honey in the heated axle cap.
  • Place the bacon in a heap on a clean boulder.
  • Glop the carob-honey mixture onto the bacon. Let cool.
  • Thank the Lord for the wonders He has provided to man as you taste the amazing combination of flavors.
  • Having baited the wolves whom you’ve attracted with the aromas of sizzling bacon, baiting them, in fact, to pay attention to you instead of your sheep, now take your staff and so beat down the wolves that they die.
  • Now, take your trusty shepherd’s KA-BAR proto-type, and skin the wolves, throwing their guts to your sheep-dogs, the latter of whom you trained to let the wolves come close when chocolate bacon is in the offing.
  • Use the wolves’ skins for warmth during the cold Winter’s night, laughing as a good shepherd would, who wears wolves clothing, not because of being evil, but because any good shepherd might appear to be a wolf depending on how perceptive or not people are, just as our Lord, the Good Shepherd, was condemned as a criminal and crucified.
  • Meditating on that fact, sit in awe of your Lord and God, who so humbly came among us, born to die, to bring us to life.
  • Strengthened with earthly and spiritual food, break into song, singing the hymn you learned many decades previously, from angels on high:

Glory to God in the Highest!

I never heard this Mormon fellow before, having been oversees for so long. This is a rather rambunctious version of Angels We Have Heard on High with a bit of interpolated Jesu Joy of Man’s Desiring:

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Some Christmas Experiences of a Pre-Hermit Life (Yikes!)

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It was Christmas morning, before daybreak, and I was the only one awake in the whole house. I had already been awake for a good while, filled with a sense that sacred mysteries were being revealed. But then, in a flash, I jumped out of bed and got dressed. There I was, at three and half years old, sitting at the top of the steps again, all ready to go to Mass, reddish-brown boots for a cripple and all. My first thought on looking down the steps had been to rush down to see the Christmas presents below the tree, the edge of which I could see, all decorated and lit up. If I had gone down, I saw that I could have investigated the bulging Christmas stockings hanging just below me on the bannister of the stair case. But I couldn’t. It’s as if my guardian angel wanted me to sit there without distractions and just take in the mystery.

Today is the birthday of Jesus, of God, who loves me so much, came down to earth among us, now born. I was in quiet awe. I just sat and sat, my heart filled to overflowing. As the rest of the family started to wake up, they wondered why I was all dressed up, and when I protested that it was time to go to early Mass because Jesus was born today, I heard some sleepy mumblings about presents and Santa. Don’t get me wrong, I thought that was also super wonderful and I was very happy and grateful, and there were lots of hugs and kisses and thanks to go around when we opened the presents… but… Jesus was born today! I have often thought that I would have made a good donkey so that I could be right next to Jesus in the manger of Bethlehem.

Without even considering the problem of loss of faith, we, as adults, can have the temptation to think that not being in awe with the simplicity of a little child before the Sacred Mysteries being revealed by the Incarnation of Christ our God is somehow to be considered more sophisticated and intellectually adept at appreciating the articles of faith. But He who is Truth, is also Charity, whom we can get to know and love. To prescind on purpose from such a prayerful experience is, I think, one of the worst effects of original sin that man can suffer. It can only be countered with prayer, with the simplicity of, well, simply praying. [[Take a moment today to just sit and quietly take in the mystery like a little child...]]

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Many a priest has joked with me that I’m an expert at finding a dark cloud behind every silver lining, even if that silver lining is so blindingly bright that no one else can possibly see a cloud of any kind. As an example, a Cardinal once invited me to go with him to a rendition of Georg Friedrich Händel’s Messiah in the Paul VI Audience Hall in Vatican City, with the Holy Father [John Paul II] in attendance.

  • The more wonderfully the orchestra played, the more I thought of the minuscule canister prisons for bishops and priests in China.
  • The more finesse was radiated by the director, the more I thought of the horrific street mafias in Calcutta, purposely maiming the children they stole so as to make them look more pitiable for begging purposes.
  • The more exalting to the heavens were the vocalists, the more I thought of the Site Solèy of Haïti and, along with earth-quakes, hurricanes, flooding and epidemics, its highly manipulated poverty.

This was not, however, the existential conundrum it must seem to be. Instead, it was a vision of God’s love. Here He was, entering the world, born to die, to bring us to life. The further I saw that He had to reach to get us, especially in our sin, the more thanksgiving filled my heart and soul, rejoicing in His great love. After the concert, I mentioned what I had been thinking about to the Cardinal, but he simply told me not to do that, just to enjoy the music. [I protested until he got the point about Christmas! Yikes!]

Finally, a video sent in just now by a reader of HSH:

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Videos sent in by HSH readers: very cool Christmas flashmob and a choir

The last minute or so brings in all home. Yikes!

And Jesus is just that good, and just that kind.

The scenery here reminds me of Holy Souls Mountain.

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Christmas goats? What about the sheep?! Hah!

You ever wonder why Jesus likened the last judgment to separating the goats from the sheep, with the goats tumbling down to hell while the sheep trundle up to heaven?

Well, it’s like this: goats really are cute, and that’s good. The problem is that they know it, and relish it, and flaunt it. That’s not good. All of a sudden it’s not so cute. They become terribly independent, apart from any flock, are troublemakers, destroying anything and everything, all the while, mind you, all the while putting on such an almost convincing façade of cuteness.

But then there are Christmas sheep, this time in the form of a young Joseph Ratzinger:

Pope’s childhood letter to Baby Jesus shows his faith – By Estefania Aguirre

A Christmas letter that Pope Benedict XVI wrote to Baby Jesus when he was seven years-old demonstrates his devotion to the Sacred Heart and his desire to be a priest.

The letter is on display this Advent in the village of Marktl am Inn in Bavaria, where he was born.

“Dear Baby Jesus, quickly come down to earth. You will bring joy to children. Also bring me joy,” he wrote in the 1934 letter, published on the Church-affiliated Italian website Korazym.org.

“I would like a Volks-Schott (a Mass prayers book), green clothing for Mass (clerical clothing) and a heart of Jesus. I will always be good. Greetings from Joseph Ratzinger,” he wrote in German cursive hard writing called Sütterlinschrift.

The letter, found during the renovation of a house that Joseph Ratzinger’s occupied when he was a professor in Regensburg, was published on Dec. 18. The message was discovered in the estate of his sister Mary, who kept the letter after the Pope’s house was converted into a small museum dedicated to him.

In Korazym’s view, the “letter was uncommon for a seven-year-old since he did not ask for toys or sweets, which were always in front of the Ratzinger family’s nativity for his three brothers.”

The first thing the Pope wanted was a Schott, one of the first prayer books with the missal in German and a parallel text in Latin. At the time there were two editions in the country, one for adults and one for children.

But little Joseph also asked for “green clothing for Mass.”

The Pope and his brothers used to play the “game of the priest,” and their mother, a seamstress, would help them by making clothes similar to those worn by priests, according to an “Inside the Vatican” interview his brother, Monsignor Georg Ratzinger, gave a few years ago.

He also asked for a heart of Jesus, referring to an image of the Sacred Heart, which his family was very devoted to.

His brother…  [read the rest at CNA]

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