"BY the gift of Fortitude the soul is strengthened against natural fear, and supported to the end in the performance of duty. Fortitude imparts to the will an impulse and energy which move it to under take without hesitancy the most arduous tasks, to face dangers, to trample under foot human respect, and to endure without complaint the slow martyrdom of even lifelong tribulation. "He that shall persevere unto the end, he shall be saved." Prayer Come, O Blessed Spirit of Fortitude, uphold my soul in time of trouble and adversity, sustain my efforts after holiness, strengthen my weakness, give me courage against all the assaults of my enemies, that I may never be overcome and separated from Thee, my God and greatest Good. Amen. [Source]  

PATRICK O. writes: The article entitled "No Place Like Home" from a couple of days ago brought back a memory. Sometime in the late 1960s I was riding south on the elevated train in Chicago through an area of two- and three-flat apartments. From the train I could see down into the backyards of these old apartment buildings. Trashed yard after trashed yard, an old car here, junk there, bare dirt. But then between the fences of two ugly dumps of a yard there was a yard of grass and beauty. I can still see it. Somebody with real class lives there, in the midst of neighbors who didn't care and were, as the article mentions, without hope.  

RUSS WINTER of Winter Watch analyzes the reported mass shooting in Texas last week in a podcast with Andrew Carrington Hitchcock. This is an excellent overview. Winter believes the primary agenda here is to nationalize the police. In related news, here is another excellent discussion, this time of the recent alleged shooting in Buffalo. The discussion features forensic analysis from a private investigator.  

THIS documentary starts at minute 2:00. (more…)

REMEMBER today those who fought and died in American wars. Some names and faces can be found here.  

"SHE is the only refuge of those who have offended God, the asylum of all who are oppressed by temptation, calamity, or persecution. This Mother is all mercy, benignity, and sweetness, not only to the just, but also to despairing sinners; so that no sooner does she perceive them coming to her, and seeking her health from their hearts, than she aids them, welcomes them, and obtains their pardon from her Son. She knows not how to despise any one, however unworthy he may be of mercy, and therefore denies her protection to none; she consoles all, and is no sooner called upon than she helps whoever it may be that invokes her. She by her sweetness often awakens and draws sinners to her devotion who are the most at enmity with God and the most deeply plunged in the lethargy of sin; and then, by the same means, she excites them effectually, and prepares them for grace, and thus renders them fit for the kingdom of heaven.  God has created this his beloved daughter of so compassionate and sweet a disposition, that no one can fear to have recourse to her.” --- Blosius, (Par. An. fid. p. 1, c. 18)  

ALAN writes:

At 8:30 on weekday mornings in 1956, women in St. Louis could listen to “Music to Sew By” on radio station KCFM. That same year, newspaper columnist Ruth Millett wrote:

      By the time she is 16, there are certain homemaking skills every girl ought to know.

     …..She ought to know how to sew at least well enough to keep her clothes mended and hems at the right length.  If she is encouraged to make some of her own clothes, so much the better…. [“Some Skills Every Girl Should Know,” St. Louis Post-Dispatch, Aug. 19, 1956, p. 12-l]

 Hems? As in skirts and dresses?

Imagine how quaint those things must sound to Cool People, who are of course immeasurably smarter than people were in 1956.

Can’t you just hear the chorus of Cool People and Feminists saying “How primitive!  How oppressive!”

The Amish might understand the wisdom in such advice, but they are not Cool People. Excluding the Amish, how many American women under age 40 today who are not in the fashion business know how to sew? How many make or mend their own clothes?

Thousands of women in St. Louis in the 1950s knew how to sew — and did. My mother was one of them, as were other women in our extended family.  I couldn’t count the times during my boyhood when she was seated at her sewing machine and working on this or that garment for family or friends – a monogrammed blouse for herself, a dress for a friend, alterations in my boyhood clothes as I grew, and doll clothes for her niece, among many other projects. My mother used an industrial model sewing machine. But I doubt she ever listened to “Music to Sew By” because the noise of the sewing machine might have drowned out any such music.  She concentrated fully on whatever project was at hand. She did not want or like distractions while she was working. (more…)

"EXCESSIVE sadness seldom springs from any other source than pride." --- St. Philip Neri  

TODAY is the Feast of the Ascension of Christ, which commemorates the stunning and miraculous event witnessed by the Apostles, Mary and more than 100 others outside Jerusalem. Jesus, after instructing his apostles to go into all nations throughout the world, ascended into the heavens, 40 days after his Resurrection.

During forty days after His Resurrection our Lord appeared many times and in diverse places and circumstances to His disciples and others. He walked and talked with them. He permitted them to see and put their hands into His wounds, and He ate with them; thus proving by the most incontestable arguments that He was really risen from the dead, and was again living in His own body. It was also during those forty days that our Saviour gave His Apostles final instructions concerning His Church. (Source)

Jesus told the Apostles that they too would be capable of performing miracles after His departure and he was proven correct. The miracle of his Ascension was additional testimony to His divinity. Only God could suspend the laws of nature in this way.

From a beautiful sermon, “The Ascension of Our Lord,” by the Rev. William Graham:

In the beautiful panorama of hill country that unrolls to the eye of a pilgrim looking eastward from Jerusalem there is no point of view so picturesque or at the same time so rich in sacred memories, as Mount Olivet. Rough and narrow is the stony path winding to its summit, but its many associations more than repay the cost of ascent. On its lower slopes lies the Garden of Olives, lovingly tended by the Franciscan Fathers, who point out the spots in and around where Christ’s agony and prayer began and ended. The brook Cedron that He crossed with His disciples on the sad night of His betrayal He must also have passed in His risen body on His way to the hill, whence while they looked on He was raised up. Alas! a Mohammedan mosque now crowns the spot, and the followers of the prophet point out by favor a stone bearing the imprint of a foot, which, piety suggests, was left by the ascending Christ. Even they, however, reverence the spot consecrated by the last steps on earth of the great prophet Issa.

Since the day when St. Helena built a splendid church on the Holy Hill, whence the ” new ark of alliance” was carried to the ” royal city that is above,” the Church has, every year, on the feast we keep today, solemnly expressed her belief in this final manifestation of Him who ” showed himself alive after his passion, by many proofs, for forty days appearing to them, and speaking of the kingdom of God” (Acts i. 3). “Forty hours,” says St. Thomas, “He lay a corpse in the tomb, and forty days he walked and talked among His friends.”

We all are “glad and rejoice “today in the glory of our crucified and risen Saviour, and our thoughts mount to the rising, cloud-encircling form of the conquering and triumphant Christ as, clothed in His human nature, He moves towards ” light inaccessible.” In the joy we feel in His victory over sin and death, we realize the force of His parting words: “If you loved me, you would indeed be glad, because I go to the Father” (John xiv. 28). Heaven, not earth, was His true goal and resting-place, once He had risen from the grave. It was only out of condescension to the needs of the infant Church that He tarried forty days on earth. (more…)

“CONSIDER FIRST, that our whole mind ought also to be consecrated to divine love, according to the import of that greatest and first commandment of our heavenly Lover. Now, the mind is the seat of thought, and consequently of consideration, meditation, and recollection in God. Wherefore, to love God with our whole mind is to have our thoughts ever turned towards Him; to consider Him; to meditate daily upon Him and His truth, and upon all that relates to Him, or helps to bring the soul to Him; to walk always in His presence; and to keep ourselves recollected in the remembrance of Him. This love of the whole mind was required of all the servants of God even in the old law, and much more in the new, which is the law of love. ˜Thou shalt love the Lord thy God,’ &c., said He, Deut. vi. ‘and these words which I command thee this day shall be in thy heart and thou shalt tell them to thy children, and thou shalt meditate upon them sitting in thy house and walking on thy journey, sleeping, rising; and thou shalt bind them as a sign upon thy hand, and they shall be and shall move between thy eyes, and thou shalt write them on the doors of thy house.’ See, my soul, how strongly thy God inculcates the perpetual remembrance of Him and of His divine law; but more especially of the great commandment of love, which is the fulfilling of the whole law. See how He expects that thy whole mind should be ever full of Him. (more…)

SOMETIMES you suddenly and for no reason think of people you haven’t seen in years, the friends that drifted away. Recently, I was thinking about a family that used to live on our street. They moved to a nicer neighborhood a few miles away — oh, boy, it was about 15 years ago — and we gradually lost touch.

I was thinking about her, the mother of two boys roughly the same age as our boys. I always liked her. “Maybe I will knock on their door,” I thought. “I’ll just show up and say, ‘Remember me?” (more…)

  SOME news stories about the alleged Robb Elementary School shooting were posted on the Internet before the event. Wikipedia posted a full page on the shooting, complete with map of school campus the day of the event.  

HERE is a beautiful American love song, dedicated to my husband, on the occasion of our 35th wedding anniversary.

We’ve lived on the same street for many years now. I still remember when we didn’t, and would rather be here, on the street where he lives.

People stop and stare
They don’t bother me,
For there’s no where else on earth
That I would rather be

Let the time go by,
I won’t care if I
Can be here on the street where you live (more…)

"WHEN I was a teenager, people with looser morals in the area of sex tended to characterize those with more conservative attitudes as prudes or killjoys.  The attitude was that of the frat boy who pities the nerd or bookworm who doesn’t know how to have a good time. Nowadays the mentality is instead like that of a Bizarro-world Cotton Mather, or perhaps a mashup of Hugh Hefner and Mao Zedong.  Critics of the sexual revolution are treated as agents of the devil or enemies of the people – bigots, haters, oppressors who must be hounded and silenced. [...] "It is ... worth noting that as the sexual revolution has progressed, it has led to claims ever more bizarre and manifestly preposterous – such as the claim that the biological distinction between male and female is bogus and an expression of mere bigotry. How could anyone seriously believe such nonsense?  The motive for wanting to believe it is not mysterious, since one might have gotten oneself locked into sexual vices so extreme that their rationalization requires such an absurd thesis.  But how could one fool oneself into actually believing it?  Here too a kind of Bizarro-world moralism rides to the rescue.  If one can whip oneself up into a self-righteous frenzy that directs attention away from the absurdity of one’s belief and onto the purported bigotry of those who deny it, then the belief can (perhaps just barely) be sustained.  And the more manifestly absurd the belief, the more moralistically shrill…