31 December 2015

A New Year's Prayer

Rather than cataloging the past year's abominations, of which there were many, I thought it might be good to simply offer a prayer of hope for the next.  You see, in the mess of a world we have made, with so much confusion and anxiety, let us not forget that Mary, the Mother of God, has made everything very simple for us.

She announced what would bring peace.  She announced what her Son wanted.  Her plan is very, very simple:

Pray the Rosary; make the Five Saturdays of Reparation.

And she wants the Holy Father, in union with all the Bishops of the world, to consecrate Russia to her Immaculate Heart.

Most of us Catholics have not done our part.  The Holy Father has not done his part.  Do you think these facts are unrelated?

In Mary's plan is comprehended-- or perhaps it is better to say defeated-- all of the historical, political, and diabolical schemes that have placed us in this misery.

We have the promise of the Mother of God.

In the end, she assured us, the Pope, though late, will consecrate Russia to her Immaculate Heart; Russia will be converted; we will be given a period of peace.

Can we not make our resolution for this upcoming year-- the last year before the portentous anniversaries coming in 2017-- to do our part?  To pray the Rosary, to make the Five First Saturdays, and to pray for the Pope to consecrate Russia? In this Year of Mercy, what better way to call down God's mercy than that?  Who knows, but He may relent and have mercy on us yet. (cf. Joel 2:14; Jeremias 18:8; Jonas 3:9)

A blessed and happy New Year to you all.

Our Lady of Fatima, pray for us!

The End of It



Then Silvester spoke again. And as He spoke He began, as if mechanically, to tear up a long paper, written with lists of names, that lay before Him.

"Eminences, it is three hours after dawn. In two hours more We shall say mass in your presence, and give Holy Communion. During those two hours We commission you to communicate this news to all who are assembled here; and further, We bestow on each and all of you jurisdiction apart from all previous rules of time and place; we give a Plenary Indulgence to all who confess and communicate this day. Father—" he turned to the Syrian—"Father, you will now expose the Blessed Sacrament in the chapel, after which you will proceed to the village and inform the inhabitants that if they wish to save their lives they had best be gone immediately—immediately, you understand."

The Syrian started from his daze.

"Holiness," he stammered, stretching out a hand, "the lists, the lists!"

(He had seen what these were.)

But Silvester only smiled as He tossed the fragments on to the table.
Then He stood up.

"You need not trouble, my son…. We shall not need these any more….

"One last word, Eminences…. If there is one heart here that doubts or is afraid, I have a word to say."

He paused, with an extraordinarily simple deliberateness, ran the eyes round the tense faces turned to Him.

"I have had a Vision of God," He said softly. "I walk no more by faith, but by sight."

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Yet even at that sound and sight his soul scarcely tightened the languid threads that united it through every fibre of his body with the world of sense. He saw and heard the tumult in the passage, frantic eyes and mouths crying aloud, and, in strange contrast, the pale ecstatic faces of those princes who turned and looked; even within the tranquil presence-chamber of the spirit where two beings, Incarnate God and all but Discarnate Man, were locked in embrace, a certain mental process went on. Yet all was still as apart from him as a lighted stage and its drama from a self-contained spectator. In the material world, now as attenuated as a mirage, events were at hand; but to his soul, balanced now on reality and awake to facts, these things were but a spectacle….

He turned to the altar again, and there, as he had known it would be, in the midst of clear light, all was at peace: the celebrant, seen as through molten glass, adored as He murmured the mystery of the Word-made-Flesh, and once more passing to the centre, sank upon His knees.

Again the priest understood; for thought was no longer the process of a mind, rather it was the glance of a spirit. He knew all now; and, by an inevitable impulse, his throat began to sing aloud words that, as he sang, opened for the first time as flowers telling their secret to the sun.

O Salutaris Hostia Qui coeli pandis ostium. . . .

They were all singing now; even the Mohammedan catechumen who had burst in a moment ago sang with the rest, his lean head thrust out and his arms tight across his breast; the tiny chapel rang with the forty voices, and the vast world thrilled to hear it….

Still singing, the priest saw the veil laid as by a phantom upon the Pontiff's shoulders; there was a movement, a surge of figures—shadows only in the midst of substance,

… Uni Trinoque Domino ….

—and the Pope stood erect, Himself a pallor in the heart of light, with spectral folds of silk dripping from His shoulders, His hands swathed in them, and His down-bent head hidden by the silver-rayed monstrance and That which it bore….

… Qui vitam sine termino Nobis donet in patria ….

… They were moving now, and the world of life swung with them; of so much was he aware. He was out in the passage, among the white, frenzied faces that with bared teeth stared up at that sight, silenced at last by the thunder of Pange Lingua, and the radiance of those who passed out to eternal life…. At the corner he turned for an instant to see the six pale flames move along a dozen yards behind, as spear-heads about a King, and in the midst the silver rays and the White Heart of God…. Then he was out, and the battle lay in array….

That sky on which he had looked an hour ago had passed from darkness charged with light to light overlaid with darkness—from glimmering night to Wrathful Day—and that light was red….

From behind Thabor on the left to Carmel on the far right, above the hills twenty miles away rested an enormous vault of colour; here were no gradations from zenith to horizon; all was the one deep smoulder of crimson as of the glow of iron. It was such a colour as men have seen at sunsets after rain, while the clouds, more translucent each instant, transmit the glory they cannot contain. Here, too, was the sun, pale as the Host, set like a fragile wafer above the Mount of Transfiguration, and there, far down in the west where men had once cried upon Baal in vain, hung the sickle of the white moon. Yet all was no more than stained light that lies broken across carven work of stone….

… In suprema nocte coena,

sang the myriad voices,

Recumbens cum fratribus
Observata lege plena
Cibis in legalibus
Cibum turbae duodenae
Se dat suis manibus ….

He saw, too, poised as motes in light, that ring of strange fish-creatures, white as milk, except where the angry glory turned their backs to flame, white-winged like floating moths, from the tiny shape far to the south to the monster at hand scarcely five hundred yards away; and even as he looked, singing as he looked, he understood that the circle was nearer, and perceived that these as yet knew nothing….

_Verbum caro, panem verum Verbo carnem efficit ….

They were nearer still, until now even at his feet there slid along the ground the shadow of a monstrous bird, pale and undefined, as between the wan sun and himself moved out the vast shape that a moment ago hung above the Hill…. Then again it backed across and waited …

Et si census deficit Ad formandum cor sincerum Sola fides sufficit ….

He had halted and turned, going in the midst of his fellows, hearing, he thought, the thrill of harping and the throb of heavenly drums; and, across the space, moved now the six flames, steady as if cut of steel in that stupendous poise of heaven and earth; and in their centre the silver-rayed glory and the Whiteness of God made Man….

… Then, with a roar, came the thunder again, pealing in circle beyond circle of those tremendous Presences—Thrones and Powers—who, themselves to the world as substance to shadow, are but shadows again beneath the apex and within the ring of Absolute Deity…. The thunder broke loose, shaking the earth that now cringed on the quivering edge of dissolution….

TANTUM ERGO SACRAMENTUM VENEREMUR CERNUI ET ANTIQUUM DOCUMENTUM NOVO CEDAT RITUI.

Ah! yes; it was He for whom God waited now—He who far up beneath that trembling shadow of a dome, itself but the piteous core of unimagined splendour, came in His swift chariot, blind to all save that on which He had fixed His eyes so long, unaware that His world corrupted about Him, His shadow moving like a pale cloud across the ghostly plain where Israel had fought and Sennacherib boasted—that plain lighted now with a yet deeper glow, as heaven, kindling to glory beyond glory of yet fiercer spiritual flame, still restrained the power knit at last to the relief of final revelation, and for the last time the voices sang….

PRAESTET FIDES SUPPLEMENTUM SENSUUM DEFECTUI ….

… He was coming now, swifter than ever, the heir of temporal ages and the Exile of eternity, the final piteous Prince of rebels, the creature against God, blinder than the sun which paled and the earth that shook; and, as He came, passing even then through the last material stage to the thinness of a spirit-fabric, the floating circle swirled behind Him, tossing like phantom birds in the wake of a phantom ship…. He was coming, and the earth, rent once again in its allegiance, shrank and reeled in the agony of divided homage….

… He was coming—and already the shadow swept off the plain and vanished, and the pale netted wings were rising to the cheek; and the great bell clanged, and the long sweet chord rang out—not more than whispers heard across the pealing storm of everlasting praise….

…. GENITORI GENITOQUE LAUS ET JUBILATIO SALUS HONOR VIRTUS QUOQUE SIT ET BENEDICTIO PROCEDENTI AB UTROQUE COMPAR SIT LAUDATIO.

and once more

PROCEDENTI AB UTROQUE COMPAR SIT LAUDATIO ….

Then this world passed, and the glory of it.

THE END

-- from Lord of the World, by Robert Hugh Benson

30 December 2015

Christmastide and Year-End/Beginning Indulgences



Christmas is the season for kindling the fire of hospitality in the hall, the genial flame of charity in the heart.  ~Washington Irving

Merry Christmas!  A little reminder about the upcoming opportunities for plenary indulgences on Dec. 31 and Jan. 1:

At 5pm on December 31st, the Canons of the Institute will have exposition of the Blessed Sacrament, the Te Deum and Benediction. All the faithful who assist at the signing of the Te Deum on this day in thanksgiving for the past year may gain a plenary indulgence under the usual conditions.  There is also Low Mass as usual that day, the Feast of Pope St. Sylvester, at 8am.

The Oratory Mass Schedule for the Feast of the Circumcision, January 1st, a holy day of obligation: 

8am Low Mass; 10 am Veni Creator followed by High Mass. All the faithful who assist at the singing of the Veni Creator on this day may gain a plenary indulgence, again, under the usual conditions.



To acquire a plenary indulgence it is necessary to perform the work to which the indulgence is attached and to fulfill the following three conditions: 1. sacramental confession, 2. Eucharistic Communion, 3. prayer for the intention of the Sovereign Pontiff. It is further required that all attachment to sin, even venial sin, be absent. If the latter disposition is in any way less than perfect or if the prescribed three conditions are not fulfilled, the indulgence will be partial only.
 

29 December 2015

Not Content with Ruining His Own Life

Bruce Jenner wants to ruin some child's life, too. But, folks, this happens all the time now, and the Courts of Leviathan enforce it. O Brave New World, that has such wonders in it!

27 December 2015

Stolen Confessional Door Returned to St. Francis de Sales Oratory

Great news, and news for which to be grateful. Unlooked for, and fitting for Christmas. May this very small act of rectitude in the thief, in returning it, be a portal of grace to him for conversion and reconciliation.

Merry Christmas!

24 December 2015

Candy Cane Lane-- Neighborhood Delight or Road to Hell?

Dear Readers, forgive me.  I love everyone.  I bear malice towards none.  Glory to God in the highest, and peace on earth to men of good will.

But please forgive this pre-Christmas interruption of bah-humbugitude as I sing of Candy Cane Lane...

You might or might not recall from this post from years back that my homestead is not exactly in step with the Christmas decoration schedule of the rest of the neighborhood.  You can read all about it there, but in a nutshell, we try to keep Advent in Advent and Christmas in Christmas.  Hilarity ensues, with our creepy purple Advent lights up for most of December, and Christmas lights blazing in solitude in late January.

Well, things in the neighborhood have only intensified over the years.  STLToday ran a story today on "must see" light displays.  There, along with major displays at the brewery, zoo, Shaw's Garden, Our Lady of the Snows, and Tilles Park, St. Louis Hills' own Candy Cane Lane has its place:


The South City phenomenon all started with one neighbor wrapping his tree trunks in red and white lights, like a candy cane.

The following year, a few others along the 6500 block of Murdoch Avenue co-opted the look. Soon, says the street’s “mayor,” Bob Klasek, the decorations grew to include banners and icicle lights draped high above the road, as well as individual, sometimes overzealous Christmas trimming at each of the block’s 35 homes.

Word spread, and curious visitors started driving by. Now on weekend nights, there are fire pits, an accordion player and a Christmas film projected onto an outdoor screen. Santa mingles with the neighbors, who collect donations for local charities.

Klasek recommends visitors leave their cars at nearby Francis Park and walk through the display to avoid the traffic that backs up to Jamieson Avenue, especially on weekends. While you’re in the neighborhood, take a spin through the nearby streets transformed into Snowflake Lane and Angel Avenue.


It started out simply enough, as the article says. But I don't mean the decorations.  I mean the traffic.

Imagine the Ted Drewes parking lot after a Cardinals game in July, and substitute an automobile for every person.  All on one street.  

Except it isn't one street. 

Obviously, a car of well-meaning people out for a gander at Christmas lights has to get into the neighborhood.  So do many, many others.  It creates gridlock.  And, since Candy Cane Lane is about 300 feet long, it occurs to these drivers who came from who-knows-where to maybe drive around the neighborhood to see if there are any more cool lights...

And you know what?  There are!  Candy Cane Lane, much like a serial killer, has spawned copycats.  Perhaps the biggest contender is the derivatively-named Snowflake Street (not Snowflake Lane as the article says.  Alliteration!).  Juuuuust close enough to Candy Cane Lane to ensure that your wife won't make it to the hospital on time to deliver your 38th child. How these neighbors managed it I don't know, because there are houses only on one side of the street.  They have appropriated the fence surrounding the school on the other side though.  Blinking, frenzied lights that seem to scream "Girls! Girls! Girls!"

Actually, this rather lovely neighborhood has always been festively lit for Christmas (you know, the time before Christmas), so there is plenty to see.  Including the insane inflatable man south of the park, who inhabits his own Kingdom of the Seasonably Tacky.

My brother, when he found out the topic of this post, said something like this: "I think its really great that a group of neighbors can come together to do something in the spirit of Christmas that is so unifying and fun. Maybe its a little zealous, but I think its great."  

You guessed it: he doesn't live in the neighborhood.

Thanks, STLToday, for the publicity.  

I always knew I would one day be glad of my survival food and water stash.  I just didn't know why.  I'll be emerging from the bunker on January 2, when it will all be gone.  Who knows? With the warm weather, the Christmas lights might not last through St. Stephen's. I can do this.

Merry Christmas, everyone!