Seraiah (11) is participating in a piano recital this week. It is being held in a Baptist church just down the road from our parish. The practice session was today. Afterwards, we got back in the car and my daughter turns to me with a pensive look on her face and says to me, “Ya know when we walked in? There for a minute I thought to genuflect… but Mom… there was nothing there.”
Erin has posted her thoughts on her entry into the Church and experience of the Triduum on her blog Kicking and Screaming. Excellent reading.
Just a teaser quote… She said, “My reaction? I wanted to worship. Just worship. Give me a place to kneel and pray for a week or two, and let me worship. That was the reaction that the Triduum produced in me.”
Yeah. I remember that feeling. Nothing like it in the world.
Welcome home Erin!
A Call for a Rosary Novena
By Fr. John Corapi
Among the most important titles we have in the Catholic Church for the Blessed Virgin Mary are Our Lady of Victory and Our Lady of the Rosary. These titles can be traced back to one of the most decisive times in the history of the world and Christendom. The Battle of Lepanto took place on October 7 (date of feast of Our Lady of Rosary), 1571. This proved to be the most crucial battle for the Christian forces against the radical Muslim navy of Turkey. Pope Pius V led a procession around St. Peter’s Square in Vatican City praying the Rosary. He showed true pastoral leadership in recognizing the danger posed to Christendom by the radical Muslim forces, and in using the means necessary to defeat it. Spiritual battles require spiritual weapons, and this more than anything was a battle that had its origins in the spiritual order—a true battle between good and evil.
Today we have a similar spiritual battle in progress—a battle between the forces of good and evil, light and darkness, truth and lies, life and death. If we do not soon stop the genocide of abortion in the United States, we shall run the course of all those that prove by their actions that they are enemies of God—total collapse, economic, social, and national. The moral demise of a nation results in the ultimate demise of a nation. God is not a disinterested spectator to the affairs of man. Life begins at conception. This is an unalterable formal teaching of the Catholic Church. If you do not accept this you are a heretic in plain English. A single abortion is homicide. The more than 48,000,000 abortions since Roe v. Wade in the United States constitute genocide by definition. The group singled out for death—unwanted, unborn children.
No other issue, not all other issues taken together, can constitute a proportionate reason for voting for candidates that intend to preserve and defend this holocaust of innocent human life that is abortion.
I strongly urge every one of you to make a Novena and pray the Rosary to Our Lady of Victory between October 27th and Election Day, November 4th. Pray that God’s will be done and the most innocent and utterly vulnerable of our brothers and sisters will be protected from this barbaric and grossly sinful blight on society that is abortion. No woman, and no man, has the right to choose to murder an innocent human being.
May God grant us the wisdom, knowledge, understanding, and counsel to form our conscience in accordance with authentic Catholic teaching, and then vote that well‐formed Catholic conscience.
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God Bless You
Fr. John Corapi
The Nine Ways of Being an Accessory to Another’s Sin.
1. By counsel.
2. By command.
3. By consent.
4. By provocation.
5. By praise or flattery.
6. By concealment.
7. By partaking.
8. By silence.
9. By defense of the ill done.
Last week in Adoration I was reading an editorial in my September Magnificat on the Jubilee Year of the Apostle Paul, specifically regarding Saint Paul and the Cross of Christ. Honestly, I don’t remember much from it because some scripture that was quoted grabbed me, struck me with wonder, and that was the end of that.
Gal 2: 19-20a For through the law I died to the law, that I might live for God. I have been crucified with Christ; yet I live, no longer I, but Christ lives in me;
2 Cor 4: 6-11 For God who said, “Let light shine out of darkness,” has shone in our hearts to bring to light the knowledge of the glory of God on the face of (Jesus) Christ. But we hold this treasure in earthen vessels, that the surpassing power may be of God and not from us. We are afflicted in every way, but not constrained; perplexed, but not driven to despair; persecuted, but not abandoned; struck down, but not destroyed; always carrying about in the body the dying of Jesus, so that the life of Jesus may also be manifested in our body. For we who live are constantly being given up to death for the sake of Jesus, so that the life of Jesus may be manifested in our mortal flesh.
While our circumstances are normalizing, my mind and heart are not. It is as though I have undergone a very fundamental ‘sea change’ and, to mix metaphors, have not my sea legs as yet. I wish I had the words to share what these verses are to me… but there seems to be a growing silence and stillness within that steals the words from me. So I leave them here for you in the hopes that you will also find the treasure in them.
We’ve only lived here about four months and let me tell you, I am SPOILED. Father is on vacation.
Having lived in three states in the past few years and visited many more parishes than our local ones as part of the job interview process in each prospective community, we had one really good parish. The others were mediocre at best and some of them were down right scary. I am not talking a lack of aesthetics, I’m talking teaching and homilies and treatment of the Blessed Sacrament that would wipe Papa Ben’s smile right off his face. In these parishes, we reminded ourselves that the Eucharist was still there and did what we could to continue growing in our faith even when the priest etc was letting the parishioners down, staying and praying for that parish and its priests…. but we grumbled.
Our parish here has been fabulous. Talk about an on fire, dedicated, passionate, priest not only faithful to the magisterium but seriously dedicated to the souls in his care. The seminarian is an excellent complement to him and between the two of them it has been an incredible summer. Our seminarian returned to school a few weeks ago and we are already feeling the loss keenly, particularly with Father gone. As I said, we have gotten spoiled… not complacent by any means, but spoiled none the less.
Yesterday, I was going over the Mass readings between Benediction and Mass. The first reading was Numbers 21:4b-9. I got stuck at the end of verse 5.
4b But with their patience worn out by the journey, 5 the people complained against God and Moses, “Why have you brought us up from Egypt to die in this desert, where there is no food or water? We are disgusted with this wretched food!”
It suddenly hit me, totally out of the blue, that I am guilty of griping about the ‘wretched food.’ I have been worn out in the past by the moves journey and complained to God saying, “Why have you brought us out from where we had it so good to this place with a spiritually anemic parish, a horrible priest, and unfriendly people wretched food?” Ouch. That was all BEFORE Mass. Did I mention that Father is on vacation?
We had a visiting priest. If I had thought the lesson was over once Mass began, I had another think comin’. It was case in point, or point in case rather, illustrated by the opening prayer.
God our Father, in obedience to you your only Son accepted death on the cross for the salvation of (hu)mankind. We acknowledge the mystery of the cross on earth. May we receive the gift of redemption in heaven. We ask this through our Lord Jesus Christ, your Son, who lives and reigns with you and the Holy Spirit, one God, for ever and ever.
That red bit above was added courtesy of the visiting priest and it didn’t get better. Sigh. It was like our wonderful new parish had been invaded by the ghosts of parishes past… and I had just been told I was a whiner. Did I say ouch? Yeah. I hear ya Lord, no more complaining about the ‘wretched food’.*
Father gets back on Wednesday and we are incredibly grateful. He has been sorely missed. Still, I will not forget this lesson and will continue to pray daily as a result for an increase in vocations, both to the priesthood and religious life, of those who will be like my priest. Men and women faithful to the magisterium with a passion for both the people and the details which make up our Liturgy and the Deposit of Faith we have been given, people who encourage others to greater holiness by their example and their presence. Praying not with an attitude of complaint but of gratitude… for the GOOD priests out there and that God would give us MORE of them.
If you are like me and have been in the past, or still are, stuck in a parish that seems to hurt more than it helps, I ask you to join me in prayer. I encourage you to offer up the suffering you experience on behalf of vocations, begging God for a priest after His own heart – not only for your parish, but for all parishes like it in the world. Instead of complaining about the “wretched food,” let us turn to God in thanksgiving for what we have and pray that He will raise up holy, godly young men and women who will ‘feed’ the generations to come well.
*Just noting that ‘no more complaining about wretched food’ doesn’t mean no more speaking out about abuses and failings generally which need to be corrected. That we are required to do as an spiritual work of mercy.
I have a lot to be grateful for today. My dear friend has been with me since last Thursday, having evacuated from Houston ahead of Ike with her family. She lives in Seabrook, Texas and given the projections, she faced total loss of her home. Ike had a few last shifts up his sleeve though and things changed in those last hours. As a result, her home is intact. A very little water damage – easily repaired, one tree lost that fell away from the home, a neighbors tree that could’ve also hit the house fell away from their home, the power was back on fast enough that no food loss is expected… and yet the water came within a couple houses of hers.
She is, understandably, anxious to return home and yet the reality of her own good fortune and hours upon hours of media coverage has not inured her to the misfortune of others. She is currently at Home Depot, loading up on supplies and tools so that she is more able to help others, neighbors and strangers who are less fortunate, upon her return.
Yes, I am grateful… not only that my friend’s home was spared… but for my friend as well.