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Saturday, 25 October 2014

Hello to Readers in Spain

Skirts Are IN In Europe

Very nice, indeed, to see women at church in skirts and dresses-over 60%, and they look so feminine.

Sigh, out of my price range, but these are great, especially the midis and maxis.

Persecution Watch, Again

Dated, But Excellent from Father Paul Sciberras, Malta

Thursday, 23 October – Twenty-ninth Week in Ordinary Time 2014
Ephesians 3:14-21; Psalm 32; Luke 12:49-53

Transforming prayer
The Danish philosopher, theologian, poet, social critic, and religious author Søren Kierkegaard, once wrote that prayer doesn’t change God; it changes us who pray. We don’t pray to God to get him on our side. Prayer transforms us into listeners to God’s heartbeat. Prayer facilitates our easing into God’s will. If this is so, then what Saint Paul expresses with utmost care and love towards the Ephesian Church is of extreme importance to each and every one of us. Kneeling before the Father, Saint Paul prays that “through his Spirit ... you will grasp the breadth and the length, the height and the depth of the love of Christ, until you are filled with the utter fullness of God” (vv.16.18-19, First Reading).

Reaching high and wide
In prayer, we can fathom Jesus Christ’s love for us. But that mystery of love is of such proportions that it allows us to reach up to God the Father, from whom the Son Jesus gets his sonship (“the height and depth”). But in so doing it shows us that the Spirit who flames that love between the Father and the Son nudges us to reach out to others (“the breadth and length”). Would that not transform us into the fullness of God, he who is the loving Father who generates a self-sacrificing Son? Would that mutual self-giving character prompt us to be the same for others?

Putting on this listening attitude towards God’s will in prayer would usher us into an openness to God that will help us surrender to his unfathomable plans for us, convinced that he “can accomplish infinitely more than we can ask or imagine” (v.20).

Blazing fire
Would this be the fire that Jesus has come to bring on earth and which he deeply yearns that it be already blazing (v.49, Gospel)? If at his baptism, the Father pointed him out to us as his beloved Son in whom he is well pleased (see Luke 3:22), wasn’t it because Jesus was completely available to do his Father’s will, even upon the cross? Wasn’t this the baptism that he was to receive and to which he looked forward in a perfect way?

That full adherence to and embracing of the will of the Father brought perfect joy to him. But it was also the cause of division even between the most intimate of relations who were faced with a decision for or against him. “Whoever is not with me is against me, and whoever does not gather with me scatters” (Luke 11:23).

Right attitude

Lord Jesus, would you allow me today to take the Beloved Disciple’s place at your side during the Last Supper? I want to be constantly in tune with your heart so as to be able to listen to the Father’s heart. Renew your Spirit of boldness within me because losing myself in your heart might bring me into some kind of distance from others who have not yet experienced the width and length and breadth and depth of your demands. Set me on fire for your Gospel, for it is in it that I will find the truth, and the truth that sets me free. Amen.”

Out of all the priests I have ever met...

and possibly numbering hundreds, if not close to a thousand in my lifetime, I have only met three who understanding one working on one's predominant faults.

Three, in many states, countries...three.

Today, I met one, who understood the whole process, telling me that most people do not think of perfection, of becoming perfect. We had a nice, short chat on the subject. This good priest said that if more people faced their predominant faults, they would become holy. He encouraged me, greatly.

He is a chaplain in a school and a very busy man with other diocesan and duties because he belongs to an order.


I pray that when God lets this gypsy stay in one place, that she can find such a good priest who wants the laity to become saints, and knows how this happens.

Ask God to show you your predominant fault or faults. One way is to look at the pattern of sins in your life, as repetitive venial sins reveal the predominant fault. Asking God to purge one of this fault is part of the Dark Night.

Another Great Post from Father Z Today!

Fantastic Photos and Wish I Was There!

So Close to My Heart

Re-posts on the Saints of Malta

02 Aug 2014
Blessed Adrian Fortescue From Adrian Fortescue was born around 1480, the son of Sir John Fortescue of Punsborne, Hertfordshire.
05 Aug 2014
Several women are saints of the Order of Malta. I have had one on this blog before, but hereis the first one. First, an explanation from the main site on women in the Order. ...
04 Aug 2014
I first came across St. Nuno Álvares Pereira at Whitefriars Church in Dublin, where I was attending Mass last summer at this time. I would go to Adoration as well, and one day, I noticed the Flag of St. George in the window and ...
05 Aug 2014
St. Toscana. Religious of the Order of Malta. Memorial: 14 July. She was born in Zevio, near Verona (Italy) about 1280 and married a man from Verona, Albert Canoculi with whom she began to do remarkable work for the poor ...

05 Aug 2014
One year on the feast of All Saints, she fell into an ecstasy and took no nourishment until three weeks later on the feast of St. Cecelia. On another ... There are more saints from the Knights of Malta Order. One can look at the ...
03 Aug 2014
Saints of The Knights of Malta Part Three. Posted by Supertradmum. Blessed Gerard had an entire website to himself. The pictures and photographs are worth seeing. You may read his story here.
02 Aug 2014
I discovered a great website on the saints who were Knights of Malta. I shall highlight one daily for a week or so. If you cannot wait, here is the website. I shall get information from more than this site, however.
08 Jun 2014
St. Flora, 1347A.D. Patron of abandoned, converts, single laywomen, and victims of betrayal. Flora was born in France about the year 1309. She was a devout child and later resisted all attempts on the part of her parents to ...

25 Feb 2013
Blessed Gerard Tonque, Founder of the Knights of Malta. Posted by Supertradmum. The founder of the Order of John is another Saint of Malta, although he was not Maltese. Here is a bit about him and the Charter from Rome ...

From Fr. Z and I read the same thing ....

The Pentagon’s concern with airborne Ebola runs contrary to health officials who claim the disease can’t spread through coughing and sneezing, but according to the Army studies, that may only be true in tropical climates.

The Pope should call three days of fasting and prayer for ALL Catholics in the world to pray against this disease.

Months ago...I predicted

the Dems would support Elizabeth Warren for president....Watch!

Searching for an alternative to Hillary Clinton for 2016, some Democratic donors are meeting with potential challengers. Liberal activists are trying to coax Sen. Elizabeth Warren into running. Politicians not named Hillary Clinton are testing their appeal in New Hampshire and Iowa.

Disappearing Circles

When I was growing up, my social life consisted of intersecting circles. Church and school overlapped, families and Church and school overlapped, parents' social life, Church, school and other families overlapped.

This nice interlocking of relationships meant that people knew each other not merely through the individual, but through families and friends.

Because of the fragmentation of the family and the fragmentation of parishes into NO and TLM communities, these intersecting sets have vanished to a large degree.

A, such as a TLM group, does not intersect with B, family or friends. Or NO C does not intersect with friends or family.

So sad.

The other problem is the reliance on phone, email, chat and skype as well as twitter. Some of my older friends do not even have a computer. So, if I am in another country, it is very hard to keep up friendships. I do write letters.

I can live in a city of 100,000 people of whom the majority are Catholic and never see the same people twice in a week unless I belong to a very small community.

But, my world does not intersect except at the English speaking Mass once a day. Even those who go to Adoration vary, as many are tourists, or people who must happen to be "downtown".

I go to days of renewal with Magnificat members, very lovely women, but they live all over the island and we do not go to the same parishes, so I only see them, perhaps, every two weeks or so, although fortunately, I have seen one three times in two weeks, because we planned meetings.

Such is life that meetings must be planned. No one does what use to happen in Sherborne or Petersfield thirty years ago, when we all bumped into each other not only at Mass, rosary, or for tea, but at the green grocers or bakers, and so on.

I truly miss the old days when people popped in with their children or dogs....walking either about in the town, and stopping by to say hello.

These days seem to have faded into a romantic history of small communities.

Now, we are separated by work, dysfunctional families, distances. This loss of community weakens the Church.

Personally, I put a large blame on the working wife syndrome, which was forced by many social factors, but also produced by greed for the things of this world. Simplicity of lifestyle became unpopular, as people's perceived needs grew to the point where two incomes seemed necessary.

I pray that the majority of my readers have community and if not, are podding.

Isolation may interfere with some people's ability to keep the Faith in the coming darkness.

God shows us the way, in His Church and through the Trinity. We cannot live in separation from others in the Faith.

Pray for community, now.

Connect Dots Time

October has been a transition month for me. I have been thinking and praying about all the dots, the dots in my life, in the political scene in America and Europe, and in Church politics. I do this all the time, but this month has been one of intense focus for me.

One needs context. I am a context person. One of my degrees is in History, and history gives one contextual evidence for present situations.

Most people do not take time to consider contextual facts or connect dots.

Without reflection and prayer, no one can see context or connect dots.

Yesterday, we read excellent reports on the Pope Emeritus' presentation on Truth.

Truth connects us with reality. Those who want fantasy lands deny the biggest contextual fact in history.

The Incarnation....

The context of God entering time and place, the earth, as the Second Person of the Blessed Trinity changed history forever.

All led to Christ and all leads from Christ now.

Connecting the dots means putting the Incarnation, and the reason for the Incarnation, the Resurrection of Christ from the dead, destroying sin and eternal death, at the center of context.

Everything that is happening has been planned, allowed, seen in Divine Providence.

If men are evil, liars, manipulators, tyrants, God knew this from all time and has allowed free will to make choices.

Some people just choose evil.

Remember that.

Repeat: some people just choose evil and consistently.

Connect dots time, folks.

What are you doing about seeing and acting on contextual evidence?

Nothing is happening which is random, even chaos.

i saw this coming .....

FEC Chairman Lee E. Goodman, a Republican, said if regulation extends that far, then anybody who writes a political blog, runs a politically active news site or even chat room could be regulated. He added that funny internet campaigns like “Obama Girl,” shown above, and “Jib Jab” would also face regulations.
“I told you this was coming,” he told Secrets. Earlier this year he warned that Democrats on the panel were gunning for conservative Internet sites like the Drudge Report.
Ravel plans to hold meetings next year to discuss regulating the Internet. She charged that groups placing regulated paid TV ads use the FEC exemption to run the same campaigns on the Internet, regulation free.
Blasting the exemption, she said, “Since its inception this effort to protect individual bloggers and online commentators has been stretched to cover slickly-produced ads aired solely on the Internet but paid for by the same organizations and the same large contributors as the actual ads aired on TV,” Ravel argued.

Catholics Who Voted for This Man......

Obama has given $227 million to a UN agency that facilitates the one-child policy, and visas to Chinese officials with ties to brutal acts of forced abortions, charged Rep. Chris Smith (R-NJ).


One comment on one page notes that if a civilian shoots a soldier or turns a weapon on a solider, that person is no longer a civilian.

However, we are not treating terrorists like that. But, that is an interesting note.

I have been sort of following joint training for a awhile, which includes the Canadian Army training with the Americans. This is all very interesting. I do not think Americans realize how many joint training drills are happening across the world, including in the US.

Any military readers who can and want to make comments, feel free to do so

Happy Name Day to STS and Others

Feast of the Holy Martyrs of England and Wales, October 25th.

Entire list is found here...

Some Are Waking UP my favorite novel for the umteenth time...


Ihave been occupied with this story, during many working hours of two years. I must have been very ill employed, if I could not leave its merits and demerits as a whole, to express themselves on its being read as a whole. But, as it is not unreasonable to suppose that I may have held its threads with a more continuous attention than anyone else can have given them during its desultory publication, it is not unreasonable to ask that the weaving may be looked at in its completed state, and with the pattern finished.
If I might offer any apology for so exaggerated a fiction as the Barnacles and the Circumlocution Office, I would seek it in the common experience of an Englishman, without presuming to mention the unimportant fact of my having done that violence to good manners, in the days of a Russian war, and of a Court of Inquiry at Chelsea. If I might make so bold as to defend that extravagant conception, Mr Merdle, I would hint that it originated after the Railroad-share epoch, in the times of a certain Irish bank, and of one or two other equally laudable enterprises. If I were to plead anything in mitigation of the preposterous fancy that a bad design will sometimes claim to be a good and an expressly religious design, it would be the curious coincidence that it has been brought to its climax in these pages, in the days of the public examination of late Directors of a Royal British Bank. But, I submit myself to suffer judgment to go by default on all these counts, if need be, and to accept the assurance (on good authority) that nothing like them was ever known in this land.
Some of my readers may have an interest in being informed whether or no any portions of the Marshalsea Prison are yet standing. I did not know, myself, until the sixth of this present month, when I went to look. I found the outer front courtyard, often mentioned here, metamorphosed into a butter shop; and I then almost gave up every brick of the jail for lost. Wandering, however, down a certain adjacent 'Angel Court, leading to Bermondsey', I came to 'Marshalsea Place:' the houses in which I recognised, not only as the great block of the former prison, but as preserving the rooms that arose in my mind's-eye when I became Little Dorrit's biographer. The smallest boy I ever conversed with, carrying the largest baby I ever saw, offered a supernaturally intelligent explanation of the locality in its old uses, and was very nearly correct. How this young Newton (for such I judge him to be) came by his information, I don't know; he was a quarter of a century too young to know anything about it of himself. I pointed to the window of the room where Little Dorrit was born, and where her father lived so long, and asked him what was the name of the lodger who tenanted that apartment at present? He said, 'Tom Pythick.' I asked him who was Tom Pythick? and he said, 'Joe Pythick's uncle.'
A little further on, I found the older and smaller wall, which used to enclose the pent-up inner prison where nobody was put, except for ceremony. But, whosoever goes into Marshalsea Place, turning out of Angel Court, leading to Bermondsey, will find his feet on the very paving-stones of the extinct Marshalsea jail; will see its narrow yard to the right and to the left, very little altered if at all, except that the walls were lowered when the place got free; will look upon rooms in which the debtors lived; and will stand among the crowding ghosts of many miserable years.
In the Preface to Bleak House I remarked that I had never had so many readers. In the Preface to its next successor, Little Dorrit, I have still to repeat the same words. Deeply sensible of the affection and confidence that have grown up between us, I add to this Preface, as I added to that, May we meet again!
London May 1857

Little Dorrit is my all time favorite novel and I think one of Dickens' best...and, for some reason, the infamous Circumlocution Office reminds me this time of the Synod....

I shall be in Marseilles next year for the first time in my life, meeting friends in France. Of course, that is where the great novel begins.

Thirty years ago, Marseilles lay burning in the sun, one day.
A blazing sun upon a fierce August day was no greater rarity in southern France then, than at any other time, before or since. Everything in Marseilles, and about Marseilles, had stared at the fervid sky, and been stared at in return, until a staring habit had become universal there. Strangers were stared out of countenance by staring white houses, staring white walls, staring white streets, staring tracts of arid road, staring hills from which verdure was burnt away. The only things to be seen not fixedly staring and glaring were the vines drooping under their load of grapes. These did occasionally wink a little, as the hot air barely moved their faint leaves.
There was no wind to make a ripple on the foul water within the harbour, or on the beautiful sea without. The line of demarcation between the two colours, black and blue, showed the point which the pure sea would not pass; but it lay as quiet as the abominable pool, with which it never mixed. Boats without awnings were too hot to touch; ships blistered at their moorings; the stones of the quays had not cooled, night or day, for months. Hindoos, Russians, Chinese, Spaniards, Portuguese, Englishmen, Frenchmen, Genoese, Neapolitans, Venetians, Greeks, Turks, descendants from all the builders of Babel, come to trade at Marseilles, sought the shade alike—taking refuge in any hiding-place from a sea too intensely blue to be looked at, and a sky of purple, set with one great flaming jewel of fire.
The universal stare made the eyes ache. Towards the distant line of Italian coast, indeed, it was a little relieved by light clouds of mist, slowly rising from the evaporation of the sea, but it softened nowhere else. Far away the staring roads, deep in dust, stared from the hill-side, stared from the hollow, stared from the interminable plain. Far away the dusty vines overhanging wayside cottages, and the monotonous wayside avenues of parched trees without shade, drooped beneath the stare of earth and sky. So did the horses with drowsy bells, in long files of carts, creeping slowly towards the interior; so did their recumbent drivers, when they were awake, which rarely happened; so did the exhausted labourers in the fields. Everything that lived or grew, was oppressed by the glare; except the lizard, passing swiftly over rough stone walls, and the cicala, chirping his dry hot chirp, like a rattle. The very dust was scorched brown, and something quivered in the atmosphere as if the air itself were panting.
Blinds, shutters, curtains, awnings, were all closed and drawn to keep out the stare. Grant it but a chink or keyhole, and it shot in like a white-hot arrow. The churches were the freest from it. To come out of the twilight of pillars and arches—dreamily dotted with winking lamps, dreamily peopled with ugly old shadows piously dozing, spitting, and begging—was to plunge into a fiery river, and swim for life to the nearest strip of shade. So, with people lounging and lying wherever shade was, with but little hum of tongues or barking of dogs, with occasional jangling of discordant church bells and rattling of vicious drums, Marseilles, a fact to be strongly smelt and tasted, lay broiling in the sun one day.

Enjoy some of my references to Little Dorrit, as I do love her as a character so much....and I love London so much and know all these places mentioned in the book.

09 Jul 2013
Too often in today's world, people want poetic justice, as in Joe getting a sweet wife, Biddy, or Little Dorrit and Arthur Clennam marrying. But, Tom Pinch tells his sister that a higher justice, that is, Divine Providence, rules the ...
27 Jan 2012
Some people's minds, and maybe their hearts, are like the Circumlocution Office in Little Dorrit, my favorite book-read it at least four times and maybe five. Their minds are full of anxiety, useless information, fluff. They only want ...
27 Jul 2013
Everything I learned initially about ponzi schemes, I learned from reading Martin Chuzzlewit, Dicken's novel written in 1841, and Little Dorrit, my most favourite novel of all, written in 1857. If you do not want to read the books, ...
13 Jun 2012
This transportation of the imagination lies in a masterpiece, such as Dante's Divine Comedy, Dickens' Little Dorrit, or E. M. Foster's Howard's End. Few book or poems can carry us into the mind of the maker, who creates for us ...

18 Dec 2013
So, do I act like Little Dorrit, Ann Elliot, Elinor Dashwood, or Fanny Price? Perhaps we gravitate towards favoring characters who are like us? This study and common sense tell us why it is important for your children to read the ...
15 Sep 2014
One of my favorite novels, perhaps my third favorite after Little Dorrit and Mansfield Part, is Bleak House. Whenever I re-read it, and I have a habit of re-reading my favorites again and again and again, I am intrigued by the ...
29 Sep 2014
Little Dorrit Rudy The Mission Gandhi Lord of the Rings Trilogy Star-Trek Four Funny Face A Man for All Seasons Becket King Lear with Paul Scofield, Irene Worth, Cyril Cusack because Scofield is brilliant. Random Harvest.
25 Apr 2013
This is the new "Iron Bridge", not the one in Little Dorrit, my favourite book. A complete replica of the old one was made for the 2008 television series. Email ThisBlogThis!Share to TwitterShare to FacebookShare to Pinterest ...
07 Nov 2013
said Mrs Merdle, looking at Little Dorrit through an eye-glass. Fanny answered No. 'No,' said Mrs Merdle, dropping her glass. 'Has not a professional air. Very pleasant; but not professional.' 'My sister, ma'am,' said Fanny, ...