The Only Anomalies That Must Concern Us Are Our Sins

This is a follow-up of sorts to the commentary posted four days ago.

Our Lady of the Rosary, pray for us.

Your "Pro-Life" President is At It Again

The secular "pope," Donald John Trump, has pontificated on the matter of in vitro fertilization, and as is the case with all other false pontiffs, his pronouncement is erroneous. Error can never be the foundation of anything good. Yet it is that people keep closing their eyes while the difference, if there ever has been any, between the supposed "lesser evil" and the "greater evil" becomes indistinguishable.

Sober up.

Stop believing in the political equivalent of the tooth fairy.

Reflections on the Second Sunday of Lent written by Dom Prosper Gueranger and Father Francis X. Weninger are included near the end of this commentary.

Our Lady of the Rosary, pray for us.

Timothy Michael Dolan: Still Trying to Make Everyone Happy Except God

[Update on Ember Saturday and the Commemoration of the Vigil of Saint Matthias: Although I was working on a commentary about the "unofficial" meeting between the corrupt Francesco Coccopalmiero, and three other conciliar emissaries (Mario Delpini, Zbigniew Suchecki, and Antonio Stagliano) with high mucky-mucks representing Italian Freemasonry to find "compatibility" between Catholicism and the occult lodges, a news item caught my attention that requires me to postpone the article I had been working on in favor of a thorough reponse to former President Donald John Trump's defense of the immoral practice of in vitro fertilization. I simply cannot stay up for several hours to work on this commentary as it is already past Midnight. 

Before I take my leave, though, I reiterate the need for non-tax-deductible financial gifts as I have some pressing bills, one due tomorrow, that must be paid promptly. I am trying to raise $600 at this time. Thank you.]

What started out as a putative "Mass" upon the death of an infamous man who was disturbed enough to undergo the chemical and surgical mutilation of his body turned into a "funeral service" wherein the presiding presbyter, Edward Dougherty, said that the atheistic mutant was on the way to Heaven. Yet it is that Timothy Michael Dolan praised Dougherty as a "hero," proving once again that the slimmed down version of the man who wore a cheesehead mitre upon his installation as the conciliar "arcbhishop" of Milwaukee, Wisconsin, twenty-two years ago, is still trying to make everyone happy except the true God of Divine Revelation, the Most Holy Trinity.

This commentary could have been entitled "From Whom Am I to Judge? to Amoris Laetitia to Fiducia Supplicans to the Cathedral of Saint Patrick."

Goodnight. Good morning. I am going to sleep. 

Another new commentary will follow in a day or so.

Our Lady of the Rosary, pray for us.

Saints Peter and Paul, pray for us.

Corrupt in Faith, Worship, Morals, and Pastoral Practice

There was a travesty that took place at the Cathedral of Saint Patrick, Borough of Manhattan, City of New York, New York, on Thursday, Februay 15, 2024, the Thursday after Ash Wednesday and the Commemoration of Saints Faustinus and Jovita, that made the secular news because its organized designed the travety to be celebration of evil. To this date, although a terse statement was issued by the cathedral's rector to apologize for the event, I am not aware that Timothy Michael Dolan has said one word about this publicly. Jorge is watching, and the false "pontiff," who is ever-ready to comment on world events, has said nothing. Dolan is following his lead.

Well, the hour is late. I will have another original commentary in a day or two.

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Our Lady of the Rosary, pray for us.

We Cannot Live by the Siren Call of Bread and Circuses in Lent

This commentary incorporates reflections on the First Sunday of Lent by Dom Prosper Gueranger, O.S.B., and Father Francis X. Weninger, S.J, to remind readers not to let the details of the political and lawfare seasons get in their way of keeping focused on making the best Lent of their lives.

It is my hope to have another original commentary, this one with a conciliar them, published much sooner than it took me to get this current commentary posted.

Our Lady of Sorrows, pray for us.

Saint Simeon the Bishop, pray for us.

Saint Bernadette Soubirous, pray for us.

Memento Homo, Quia Pulvis Es, Et in Pulverem Reverteris (2024)

Our annual Lenten journey into the desert begins today, Ash Wednesday, February 14, 2024, which is also the Commemorations of Saint Valentine. Deo gratias!

The season that begins on Ash Wednesday is the time of penance. This is the time to withdraw from the world. This is the time to be earnest about relying upon the ineffable graces that were won for us by the shedding of every single drop of the Most Precious Blood of Our Divine Redeemer, Our Blessed Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ, during His Passion and Death and that flow into our sous through the loving hands of His Most Blessed Mother, she who is the Mediatrix of All Graces.

This period of six weeks, four days until Easter Sunday (six weeks, three and one-half days until the Easter Vigil) is nearly one-ninth of an entire calendar year. May we beg Our Lady to help us make the best Lent of our lives as we do not know if it will be our last. Indeed, we do not know whether we will live to see Easter Sunday in this life on Sunday, March 31, 2024.

Our Lady of Dolors, pray for us.

Saint Valentine, pray for us.

Forgetful Biden Never Forgets to Use Demagoguery, part two

This commentary concludes the current two-part series.

Another original commentary will appear in two or three days, and the need for non-tax-deductible financial gifts remains. Thank you.

Our Lady of Sorrows, pray for us.

The Seven Holy Founders of the Order of Servites, pray for us.

Forgetful Biden Never Forgets to Use Demagoguery, part one

This is part one of a two-part commentary about special counsel Robert Hur's report on the Chief Demagogue's willful retention and use of classified material that he had no statuory authority to retain or use. 

Our Lady of Lourdes, pray for us.

Saint Bernadette Soubirous, pray for us.

One Hundred Sixty-Six Years Ago Today: The First Apparition of Our Lady of Lourdes

Today, Quinguagesima Sunday, is also the one hundred sixty-sixth anniversary of the first apparition of Our Lady to Saint Bernadette Soubirous in the Grotto of Massabielle near Lourdes, France. Our Lady explained to the fourteen year-old Bernadette that we must do penance for our sins and for those of others.

Can we do any less in our day?

Indeed, the state of the Church Militant on earth and of the world-at-large has worsened as the sins of men have grown more numerous and more daring and as most baptized Catholics have been deprived of access to Sanctifying Grace by virtue of the invalid sacraments offered in the counterfeit church of conciliarism. God is not going to permit any country that kills the innocent preborn with legal impunity and kills souls in the name of the falsehoods of "freedom of speech" and "freedom of the press" and "freedom of religion" and a general sense of legal and cultural licentiousness to know long term material prosperity. Then again, these merchants of death have been enabled by the conciliar revolutionaries, who believe that signs of "outward penance belong to a different era in the history of the Church." We must indeed take Our Lady's injunction, "Penance! Penance! Penance! Pray to God for sinners," most seriously as we pray as many Rosaries each day as our states-in-life permits. 

Our Lady of Lourdes, pray for us.

Saint Bernardette Soubirous, pray for us.

Although I am working on a commentary on the findings of special counsel Robert Hur that found Joseph Robinette Biden, Jr., had willfully taken, retained, and used confidential material to which he was not entitled either as a United States Senator or Vice President of the United States of America to take, retain, or use, the time available to be now is not sufficient to complete the commentary for posting today.

This brief update is being prepared to alert readers to the fact that the Donations page has been updated as there is an urgent need to raise $1500 at this time. 

Today, Saturday, February 10, 2024, is the Feast of Saint Scholastica, the twin sister of Saint Benedict whose soul was as innocent as the Dove that announced to her brother had taken its flight into Heaven.

The Benedict Abbot of Solesmes from July 14, 1937, to January 30,1875, Dom Prosper Gueranger, provides us with a glowing hagiography of a soul that glowed so brightly with the love of the true God of Divine Revelation, the Most Holy Trinity:

The Sister of the Patriarch Saint Benedict comes to us today, sweetly inviting us to follow her to heaven. Apollonia the Martyr is succeeded by Scholastica the fervent daughter of the Cloister. Both of them are the Spouses of Jesus, both of them wear a crown, for both of them fought hard, and won the palm. Apollonia’s battle was with cruel persecutors, and in those hard times when one had to die to conquer; Scholastica’s combat was the lifelong struggle, whose only truce is the soldier’s dying breath. The Martyr and the Nun are sisters now in the Heart of Him they both so bravely loved.

God, in his infinite wisdom, gave to St. Benedict a faithful cooperatrix—a Sister of such angelic gentleness of character that she would be a sort of counterpoise to the Brother whose vocation as the Legislator of monastic life needed a certain dignity of grave and stern resolve. We continually meet with these contrasts in the lives of the Saints; and they show us that there is a link of which flesh and blood know nothing; a link which binds two souls together, gives them power, harmonizes their differences of character, and renders each complete. Thus it is in heaven with the several hierarchies of the Angels; a mutual love, which is founded on God himself, unites them together, and makes them live in the eternal happiness of the tenderest brotherly affection.

Scholastica’s earthly pilgrimage was not a short one; and yet it has left us but the history of the Dove, which told the Brother, by its flight to heaven, that his Sister had reached the eternal home before him. We have to thank St. Gregory the Great for even this much, which he tells us as a sequel to the holy dispute she had with Benedict, three days previous to her death. But how admirable is the portrait thus drawn in St. Gregory’s best style! We seem to understand the whole character of Scholastica: an earnest simplicity, and a child-like eagerness, for what was worth her desiring it; an affectionate and unshaken confidence in God; a winning persuasiveness, where there was opposition to God’s will, which, when it met such an opponent as Benedict, called on God to interpose, and gained its cause. The old poets tell us strange things about the swan, how sweetly it can sing when dying; how lovely must not have been the last notes of the Dove of the Benedictine Cloister, as she was soaring from earth to heaven!

But how came Scholastica, the humble retiring Nun, by that energy which could make her resist the will of her Brother, whom she revered as her master and guide? What was it told her that her prayer was not a rash one, and that what she asked for was a higher good than Benedict’s unflinching fidelity to the Rule he had written, and which it was his duty to teach by his own keeping it? Let us hear St. Gregory’s answer: “It is not to be wondered at that the Sister, who wished to prolong her Brother’s stay, should have prevailed over him; for, whereas St. John tells us that God is Charity, it happened by a most just judgment that she that had the stronger love, had the stronger power.

”Our Season is appropriate for the beautiful lesson taught us by St. Scholastica—fraternal charity. Her example should excite us to the love of our neighbor, that love which God bids us labor for, now that we are intent on giving Him our undivided service and our complete conversion. The Easter Solemnity we are preparing for is to unite us all in the grant Banquet, where we are all to feast on the one Divine Victim of Love. Let us have our nuptial garment ready; for He that invites us, insists on our having union of heart when we dwell in his House. (Dom Prosper Gueranger, O.S.B., The Liturgical Year, Feast of Saint Scholastica, February 10.)

The readings for Matins in today’s Divine Office contains Holy Mother Church’s official account of Saint Scholastica’s most pure life:

The worshipful Scholastica, the sister of our Father Benedict, was hallowed unto the Lord Almighty from a child. Her custom was to come to see her brother once every year. And when she came, the man of God went down unto her, not far from the gate, but, as it were, within the borders of his monastery. And there was a day when she came, as her custom was, and her worshipful brother went down to her, and his disciples with him. Then they passed the whole day together, praising God, and speaking one to the other of spiritual things. And when the night came, they brake bread together. And while they were yet at table, and conversed together on spiritual things, the hour was late. Then the holy woman his sister besought him, saying Leave me not, I pray thee, this night, but let us speak even until morning of the gladness of the eternal life. He answered her: What is it that thou sayest, my sister? I can by no means remain out of my cell. Now the firmament was so clear that there were no clouds in the sky. Then the holy nun, when she had heard the words of her brother, that he would not abide with her, clasped her hands on the table, and laid her face on her hands, and besought the Lord Almighty. And it came to pass that when she lifted up her head from the table, there were great thunderings and lightnings, and a flood of rain, insomuch that neither the worshipful Benedict nor the brethren that were with him could move as much as a foot over the threshold of the place where they sat.

Now when the holy woman laid her head in her hands upon the table, she wept bitterly, and as she wept, the clearness of the sky was turned to a tempest. As she prayed, immediately the flood followed. And the time was so, that she lifted up her head when it thundered, and when she had lifted up her head, the rain came. When the man of God saw that he could not return to his monastery, because of the lightnings, and thunderings, and the great rain, he was sorrowful and grieved, saying Almighty God forgive thee, my sister; what is this that thou hast done? She answered him Behold, I besought thee, and thou wouldest not hear; I besought my God, and He hath heard me; if, therefore, thou wilt, go forth, leave me alone, and go thy way to thy monastery. But he could not, and so he tarried in the same place, not willingly, but of necessity. And so it came to pass that they slept not all that night, but fed one another with discourse on spiritual things.

And when the morning was come, the worshipful woman arose, and went unto her own cell, and the man of God went back to his monastery. And, behold, after three days he was sitting in his cell, and he lifted up his eyes to heaven, and saw the soul of his sister, delivered from the body, fly to heaven in a bodily shape like a dove. Wherefore he rejoiced because of the glory that was revealed in her, and gave thanks to Almighty God in hymns and praises, and made known to the brethren that she was dead. He commanded them also to go and take up her body, and bring it to his monastery, and lay it in the grave which he had made ready for himself. Whereby it came to pass that they twain who had ever been of one mind in the Lord, even in death were not divided. (Matins, The Divine Office, Feast of Saint Scholastica, February 10.)

Dom Prosper Gueranger composed the following prayer to our Saint:

Dear Spouse of the Lamb! Innocent and simple Dove! How rapid was thy flight to thy Jesus, when called home from thine exile! Thy Brother’s eye followed thee for an instant, and then heaven received thee with a joyous welcome from the choirs of the Angels and Saints. Thou art now at the very source of that love which here filled thy soul, and gained thee everything thou asked of thy Divine Master. Drink of this fount of life to thy heart’s eternal content. Satiate the ambition taught thee by thy Brother in his Rule, when he says (Instrument 46) that we must “desire Heaven with all the might of our spirit.” Feed on that sovereign Beauty, who himself feeds, as he tells us, among the lilies.

But forget not this lower world, which was to thee what it is to us—a place of trial, for winning heavenly honors. During thy sojourn here, thou was the Dove in the clefts of the rock; as the Canticle describes a soul like thine own; there was nothing on this earth which tempted thee to spread thy wings in its pursuit, there was nothing worthy of thy giving it the treasure of the love which God had put in thy heart. Timid before men and simple as innocence ever is, thou knewest not that thou hadst wounded the Heart of the Spouse. Thy prayers were made to him with all the humility and confidence of a soul that had never been disloyal; and he granted thee thy petitions with the promptness of tender love: so that thy Brother—the venerable Saint—he who was accustomed to see nature obedient to his command—yes, even Benedict was overcome by thee in that contest wherein thy simplicity was more penetrating than his profound wisdom.

And who was it, O Scholastica, that gave thee this sublime knowledge, and made thee, on that day of thy last visit, wiser than the great Patriarch, who was raised up in the Church to be the living rule of them that are called to Perfection? It was the same God who chose Benedict to be one of the pillars of the Religious State; but who wished to show that a holy and pure and tender charity is dearer to him than the most scrupulous fidelity to rules, which are only made for leading men to what thou hadst already attained. Benedict, himself such a lover of God, knew all this; the subject so dear to thy heart was renewed, and Brother and Sister were soon lost in the contemplation of that Infinite Beauty, who had just given such a proof that he would have you neglect all else. Thou wast ripe for heaven, O Scholastica! Creatures could teach thee no more love of thy Creator; he would take thee to himself. A few short hours more, and the Divine Spouse would speak to thee those words of the ineffable Canticle, which the Holy Spirit seems to have dictated for a soul like thine: Arise, make haste, my Love, my Dove, my beautiful one, and come! Show me thy face; let thy voice sound in mine ears; for thy voice is sweet, and comely is thy face. (Dom Prosper Gueranger, O.S.B., The Liturgical Year, Feast of Saint Scholastica, February 10.)

Our Lady of the Rosary, pray for us.

Saint Scholastica, pray for us.

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