From the Sword of Peter, love this guy
Fr Greta————- snork, coffee spurt on keyboard
18 February 2013
Fr Greta————- snork, coffee spurt on keyboard
17 February 2013
this posting cut from hot air says so much about what the “media” just doesn’t get about the Pope and the Church,
From Hot Air Blog, read the whole thing
‘This begins with a misconception of the papacy itself, and one that is both mystifying and dreadfully indicative of a lack of media interest in what the Catholic Church is really all about. Most commentators begin with the premise that Catholicism is whatever a Pope says it is, acting as a benevolent despot and rewriting Catholic doctrine at will. Anyone familiar with the Catholic Church knows just how absurd a premise this is
In fact, this last part is so basic a misconception as to stand Benedict XVI’s decision on its head. Catholics (and other Christians, of course, as well as other faiths) see humanity inhabiting two realities — the material and the spiritual. We believe that both are real and “concrete,” and that “reality” has to account for both. When the Pope announces that he will resign to concentrate on prayer, he’s not actually “retiring” at all. He’s merely shifting his focus from the material to the spiritual, and that is most definitely a “concrete initiative,” at least to Catholics and most other Christians. The material world may disagree, but that’s because it’s focused on the Church’s mission in only the material world.”
personal note, ain’t just the media
friend of mine up north, his son plays basketball in a rural neighborhood league, mostly Mennonites, They kept telling him what a pity it is that his religion is going to change, they are absolutely convinced that a new pope means that our entire religion will be changed at his whim, after all “you Catholics don’t believe or follow the bible just your “traditions” that are changed by the pope at his direction”, such a pity
17 February 2013
From WSJ, best of the web,
thought it was sadly amusing
“One of the nation’s most prominent abortion rights groups is working to remake its image in response to concern that it may be overtaken by a growing cadre of young anti-abortion activists,” Roll Call reports. “Its message: This is not your mother’s NARAL.”
That’s undoubtedly true. If you’re under 40, NARAL’s efforts make it much likelier that your mother didn’t even have children. There’s something both poignant and funny about a group devoted to abortion puzzling over its difficulty in finding young people to support it.”
DUH , THINK MAYBE ????
4 February 2013
I had about forgotten this, from a speech given by Paul Harvey at the 1978 Future Farmers of America convention in Kansas City, I was there in 76, missed him. I still tear up at the sound of it, especially the part of the son wanting to follow in Dads footsteps just as I did and now my son claims to want to. We are a dying breed. I wonder how many in the face of adversity could “grow their own”. I weep for what Progress has done to agriculture as a way of life, it has been destroyed except for small pockets like up here in this little backwater of southern Mercer and Auglaize counties. The average age of farmers in the US is around 70+, many ag company reps are astounded to see so many “young men and boys” at meetings up here. I pray that we hold on. Our small rural parishes I strongly believe have much to do with the phenomenon, as one now gone priest used to do for every religion class, he would make them go through the church and look for relatives names on windows and statues, almost all could find their family name or a grandparents family somewhere. We are family, I don’t believe the AoC really appreciates what we have up here.
enough of my soapbox, enjoy as I have
“And on the 8th day, God looked down on his planned paradise and said, “I need a caretaker.” So God made a farmer.
God said, “I need somebody willing to get up before dawn, milk cows, work all day in the fields, milk cows again, eat supper and then go to town and stay past midnight at a meeting of the school board.” So God made a farmer.
“I need somebody with arms strong enough to rustle a calf and yet gentle enough to deliver his own grandchild. Somebody to call hogs, tame cantankerous machinery, come home hungry, have to wait lunch until his wife’s done feeding visiting ladies and tell the ladies to be sure and come back real soon — and mean it.” So God made a farmer.
God said, “I need somebody willing to sit up all night with a newborn colt. And watch it die. Then dry his eyes and say, ‘Maybe next year.’ I need somebody who can shape an ax handle from a persimmon sprout, shoe a horse with a hunk of car tire, who can make harness out of haywire, feed sacks and shoe scraps. And who, planting time and harvest season, will finish his forty-hour week by Tuesday noon, then, pain’n from ‘tractor back,’ put in another seventy-two hours.” So God made a farmer.
God had to have somebody willing to ride the ruts at double speed to get the hay in ahead of the rain clouds and yet stop in mid-field and race to help when he sees the first smoke from a neighbor’s place. So God made a farmer.
God said, “I need somebody strong enough to clear trees and heave bails, yet gentle enough to tame lambs and wean pigs and tend the pink-combed pullets, who will stop his mower for an hour to splint the broken leg of a meadow lark. It had to be somebody who’d plow deep and straight and not cut corners. Somebody to seed, weed, feed, breed and rake and disc and plow and plant and tie the fleece and strain the milk and replenish the self-feeder and finish a hard week’s work with a five-mile drive to church.
“Somebody who’d bale a family together with the soft strong bonds of sharing, who would laugh and then sigh, and then reply, with smiling eyes, when his son says he wants to spend his life ‘doing what dad does.'” So God made a farmer.”
3 February 2013
The phenomenon is even making the political blogs
from HOT AIR Blog
and from the Washington Post
but lest we feel complacent
the attacks continue
the evil one shows his face
it is hard for me to believe some are so callous (evil)
lets put the liberal conundrum into perspective, they are aborting themselves into oblivion
their only hope is recruitment for they are dying out from their own narcissism
been too busy to post much with the cold weather and the cattle, plus flu is back for the rest of the household, put dad in the hospital for two nights and some of the help has been out too, crazy times, more later
15 January 2013
I have been to 3 funerals lately, two this week, what a mixed bag. Especially when you consider that all of the deceased were married at a weekday Latin Mass in the early to late 50’s
First was my uncle, dad’s oldest brother, fist of dad’s family to go. Mass was 3 weeks ago at St Bernard, Burkettsville, a beautiful on the outside, somewhat recovated on the inside church. Entered to tacky “uplifting” music, sat down and tried to pray the rosary, choir prevented that. Then watched as two severettes attempted to light the candles with those abominable grill lighters, click click click. Then an elderly man came out and with not so much as a bow opened the tabernacle and proceeded to run his finger through the consecrated hosts and count them, closed it up and dusted his fingers off, eeeeck. The high point of the Mass was Fr Mugabee a black priest from Haiti I think. His accent was quite thick but he delivered a good sermon/eulogy. Very “spirit of v2 mass but nothing out of the ordinary, the usual distributors everywhere, (got to include family don’t ya know) Oh well, what do you expect in the DoC
Another was today, a Neighbor, 68, had bone cancer but mercifully died of a heart aneurism, God must have loved her, to spare her the pain, my Aunt died of it and the pain is horrible, it lead one of my older friends and sort of mentor in farming to kill himself, the pain drove him insane. She was the mother of 5 boys and two girls, 26 grandchildren. Her sons were the definition of “good old boys” and the two girls were just as ornery, but all in a good way, And Mom was just as bad (read good). After the last rites and prayers she squeezed her teary eyed husbands hand and said,” Urby it’s been a good ride, I love you” and she passed. They are the definition of good neighbors; even though they are competitive farmers, they would give you the shirt off their back to help. The Mass, more of the same as before, why when there are three priests concelebrating do you need distributors?? Oh well I several tears
BUT now about yesterday
My Great Aunt Rose died, in her late 80’s, her husband, Romaine, passed 8 years ago.
What a Mass, Fr Amberger is a wonderful Priest
First thing of note, at her viewing there sat a young man in full cassock holding a biretta, it was one of her grandsons, he is a brother in the Institute of Christ the King, stationed in Chicago. Nice sight. Now on to Mass
Servers in cassock and surplice, proper candle lighters, you know with a wick and snuffer on a long handle. They came out in a pair and genuflected in front of the tabernacle, WOW.
Father came out wearing a biretta, and dark purple ornate vestments, not white, wow again, chalice veiled and corporal bursed, the Latin Mass has definitely influenced him, Triple bells at elevation and lifted all the way up, bells at consecration, said low and bent over the host, fore finger and thumb held together at all times, bowing to the servers and ablation after communion, (I know that term is not right so correct me)
Brother Alex acted as master of ceremonies and did the readings as is his duties at the institute,
To top it all off, the rector and vicar general of the institute drove out for the Mass, He sat in choir, off to the side, full cassock white lace surplice and black cope or cape, no attempt to concelebrate, which made the one elderly priest in alb trying to concelebrate with Fr really look foolish I must say
Communion with patens whether on the tongue or in the hand, just Father and no wine to boot and No sign of Peace, wow I almost cried, I have never experienced a NO mass like this, totally incredible. I caught myself tearing up, I have never done that because of a Mass. All of Fr Ambergers Masses are like this from what I can learn. Come to St Remy in beautiful downtown Russia, Ohio (pronounced ruush- ie)
Fr Amberger is responsible for two of Roses’s children giving up the SSPX and coming home, says something about him don’t it, and all he did was celebrate a Holy Mass, that is all it took, hello Priests of the DoC any one home???
15 January 2013
I first came upon this from Fr Z
if you look closely not a habit in sight, pantsuits galore, the article is enough to make you laugh, or cry, at their heresy. Stick a fork in them, these “gals” are done. And now their “reason” for declining numbers is they are an exclusive group and historically vocations were never that big anyway,
and I stumbled across this from Rotate
go to the site, I kind of botched the order of the pics, ( I’m leaving for a funeral shortly, more about that later) I know, it’s Rotate, but their point is valid and the same for the Sisters, no habit, no orthodoxy, no vocations, do you see any cassocks or even a suit with a “roman collar”, nope, nada, just declining numbers and no “spark” if you will
11 January 2013
“No manly model”
“For boys, the road to successful manhood has crumbled. In many boys’ journey from a fatherless family to an almost all-female staff elementary school such as Sandy Hook, there is no constructive male role model.”
this is where I add my two cents worth,
1.what have we done in the Catholic Church, the role of priest has been diluted, altar “boys” are no longer special, in many parishes the “alter gals” have taken over, If “Father” takes too much interest in a boy, he is frightened to “take him under his wing” the actions of a few gay predators has neutered the priest as a role model for boys, they are frightened to be seen as close for fear of accusation
2.from a different article, about education, “We’ve ripped out all the shop classes and replace them with calculus.” Shop class has long been the domain of boys and men, I’m sorry but boys need to learn “manly” skills, it is good for their self esteem, their self “worth”. Boys deal in the concrete, the solid, esoterics are not in their genes. We seem to have forgotten that boys are loud, burp, fart, roll in the mud, and tend to stink, they’re BOYS. I keep reminding my exasperated wife of that almost daily. Read several years ago that studies show that the male psyche cannot handle feeling useless, it destroys them, they need something to be good at with their hands, now most don’t even know how to properly use a drill or hammer. Now it’s video games and facebook, sheesh
“There are few things a culture does as important as raising children. We can’t continue to fail half of them.”
9 January 2013
This is my office, woodwork has become a hobby of mine, just finished this bookcase above my desk. My “office” is actually an old bathroom that we decommissioned when we remodeled the farm house. So yes I occupy the “Throne Room” “hail to the king”. It is 5 and a half feet wide and eight feet long, behind me is a lateral file that I built and more bookcases, on the top left is a set of popular mechanics how to books from 1955, really interesting and sometimes still helpful, right side, a collection of farm machinery manufacturer history books. Yeah I like to read, I like books, never enough time, but to get rid of them bothers me
But the reason I post this is to show you a statue, partially hidden in top pic, done by my relative in Germany, my dad’s 4th cousin, he retired from farming and does wood carving for relaxation. The picture does not do it justice. Click on it, the full size is better, it’s about 6.5 inches tall. It is one piece of wood, don’t know the species. I built the shelf mainly to highlight it. Some times I sit down and stare at it and pray, at times I feel I have failed the example of the holy family, but I try.
My daughter is currently going through a bad time in her marriage, her husband is having severe mental health issues and landed in jail, maybe prison, I hope he can get help, however my daughter is no angel either and has not helped the situation. So I sit down before this beautiful statue and sigh, praying for comfort for my grandchild and her parents. I love my daughter and her husband, but sometimes I’d like to take the both of them out back and paddle their …….
conceived without sin
Pray for us who have recourse to thee