Veiled Inconsistencies


Laudetur Iesus Christus!
Nunc et in æternum!  Amen.

Saint Teresa Benedicta of the Cross

Memorial of Saint Teresa Benedicta of the Cross (aka Edith Stein) (readings for today)

Well, we’re in the homestretch!  Less than a month until classes start!  I am all registered for classes (taking 11 credits this semester) and all I have to wait for now is what I have gotten in grants (no biggie … *gulp*).  I compiled a list of all the books I need for classes and even bought one because the prof had given us a reading assignment to have done before the first day of class.  I got that book today so I hope to read it at least once or twice before classes begin.  It’s only 41 pages so it’s no biggie.

My main worry is about grants and money.  Come Hell or high water, I am going to start grad school.  Even if I have to indenture myself to the Church (I was planning on dedicating my life to her anyway … lol).  I have been waiting a very long time for this and I do not believe that God would have led me this far (less than a month before classes begin and almost everything is in place) just to ditch me right before everything really starts.  My priests keep telling me to trust so every time the worry comes to mind (I worry a lot), I give it to God.  I pray about it twice a day and I have just resigned myself to whatever God wants, hoping we want the same thing.

Anywho …

In the past few weeks, I have had the opportunity to partake in some traddy events or events that were attended by persons of a traddy bent to varying degrees. (I’m probably going to tick off some people but w/e, I have no specific people in mind herein, just speaking generally).  It was also fun to see the looks of scandal when some found out that I was an MC at Masses with the Archbishop of Detroit.  lolz!  Oh please.  lol

There are different degrees of trads … three, really.  At least as my padawan observations have gleaned (don’t consider these terms to be objective, they are just labels I use … I know, should use labels but … they are for the sake of differentiation):

Novus Ordo Trads (like me), who love the traditional things associated with Catholicism (smells, bells, Latin, and lace) and while they love the TLM, also attend the Novus Ordo.  In my case, it’s my principal form but when I can attend a TLM, I do because I love it and it helps my spiritual life.  Traddy persons believe that the Novus Ordo is a perfectly valid and that it is the Ordinary Form of the Roman Rite and thus should have primacy (Holy Mother Church knows best) over the Extraordinary Form.

Trads are those persons who acknowledge the validity of the Novus Ordo but have a preference for the TLM to the point that it is their preferred form of the Holy Mass and they assist at that form frequently or exclusively.  Totally fine.  Totally legit.

Now, we’re getting into the murky waters … the holy water that needs to be changed.

Rad Trads are those persons who either flat-out say that the Novus Ordo is invalid/objectively inferior to the TLM and that it needs to be abrogated ASAP or they hint at it by remarks, attitudes, etc..  They usually refuse to attend the Novus Ordo and they speak very negatively of anything that came out of the Church after about 1962/1965 (take a guess why).

There are many times when I encounter these types of trads that I wonder if they acknowledge Pope Francis as the valid Pope or if they believe we are still in sede vacante or if some anti-pope like “Pope” Michael is the (un)gloriously reigning pseudo-Pontiff.  They also tend to have very antiquated views on women (like they make the miniscule feminist in me grind my teeth with their BS).

The thing that gets me about some types of trads is their attitude toward those of us who have the tenacity to attend the Novus Ordo.  I mean, I will be the first to confess my personal sin of liturgical snobbery.  There are things that are done at Mass that makes my skin crawl but it’s not a full crawl … more of a shuddering crawl.  Some tend to have the mentality that the Novus Ordo, while validis inferior because of how it is offered.

I can understand the beefs that many (including myself) have with how the Novus Ordo is offered in some places however, just because some people/priests decide that the Mass is their personal liturgical canvas does not mean that the Mass in the Ordinary Form itself is some perversion of the real Mass.  I have been to Novus Ordo Masses offered in Latin and English (the vernacular) that have been beautiful, prayerful, and reverent.  It’s not the Mass itself that is reprehensible, it’s how the people treat the Mass that can be the source of pain and suffering.

I had to get all that off my chest because that is one thing about persons of a traddier bent that I have noted: there are some who pretty much alienate themselves to varying degrees by their attitude toward those who may not be attracted to those traddier things of Holy Mother Church.  Fidelity to the Lord and Holy Church is all that matters.  If the vernacular Novus Ordo helps you in achieving that goal: all the more power to you.  If the TLM helps you in achieving that goal: go for it.  If participating in both help you: thanks be to God.  The worst thing we can do as Catholics is to compartmentalize our fellow Catholics to the point that there are persons who, being otherwise faithful to the Church, are inferior because of their liturgical preferences.

Now, moving onto my title: “Veiled Inconsistencies.”

This won’t be nearly as long but rather just another observation of mine.

As some of you may know, I am one of those Catholic women who veils in the Presence of the Blessed Sacrament.

When I first started veiling, I was a sophomore in college and I veiled consistently but I did not veil when I came home to my home parish because a.) I served Mass a lot (*scandalgasp*) and wearing that veil would have been a fire hazard and b.) I knew that I would face a lot of trouble and unnecessary rigmarole.

When I graduated, I dropped the practice until I started going to TLM again.  Then I realized how inconsistent I was being.  Is the Blessed Sacrament only present at the TLM?  How about the Novus Ordo?

Anyone who knows me knows that I cannot stand inconsistency and here I am being inconsistent.  I only veiled at TLM basically for fear of reprisal.

The first time I tried to veil at Novus Ordo at my home parish, I got the riot act read to me and I dropped it out of some kind of fear.

One year passed.

I got sick of feeling like a hypocrite.

So I said, “Forget it.  I am doing this.”

Luckily, when I decided this, it was just before the beginning of Lent so I could at least segue into the practice under the guise of one of my Lenten practices.

Come Ash Wednesday of this year, I did it.  I started veiling consistently.

I faced some flak but those persons who were spewing flak eventually realized that they were not going to change my mind again on this.

And I am glad that I stuck to my guns.  Is the Novus Ordo less holy than the TLM?  Is it less Catholic?  Is the Real Presence confected less real that it would not be necessary for me to veil under the standard that if I were in the Real Presence that it would be necessary for me to do so?

No.  The Real Presence is the Real Presence.  No matter what liturgical form is used.

I feel called to veil in the Presence of the Blessed Sacrament ergo I veil whenever I am in a Catholic church.  Whenever I at Mass, no matter what form.  Whenever I am at Adoration, etc..

One thing that gets me about veiling is how some view it.

For me, I veil out of deference to the Blessed Sacrament.  A woman’s hair is her glory.  A woman’s glory is not to try to compete with the inestimable glory of the Real Presence.

Not to sound like a progressive but I don’t buy the whole “female submission” thing as some rad trads put it.  Yes, I seek to submit myself to God like the Virgin Mary did, but in one form or another, are not both men and women called to that since we are not above God but rather His creatures who are completely dependent on His Providence?

Also, some are scandalized that I wear jeans to Mass and veil.  I do that mostly because when I have to walk home, it can be a bit brisk and I like to keep my legs warm.  That, and no one needs to see how pale my legs are.  And I have one long skirt and my wardrobe does not have many articles that match with brown and I am 25 years old, I don’t do full length skirts 24/7 but that’s just a preference of mine.

How was that for an abrupt end?  lol  I have to do a couple things and then I am going to dive into my reading.  41 pages is no big deal.  I would really appreciate your prayers as I hope to begin my academic career anew.  I don’t think the Lord would have allowed me to get this far to ditch me this close that I can smell the old book smell of the library and feel the thrill of homework building in my being.  Yes, I am a nerd.  Don’t judge me.  lol

Have a great day, everyone!


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Providentia Providebit!


Laudetur Iesus Christus!
Nunc et in æternum! Amen.

Saint Bridget of Sweden

Optional Memorial of Saint Bridget of Sweden, religious (readings for today)

Before I get into today’s post, when I was at Mass this morning, the priest offered Mass for the feast day so he used the proper Collect (along with prayers from the common of religious):

O God, Who guided Saint Bridget of Sweden along different paths of life and wondrously taught her the wisdom of the Cross as she contemplated the Passion of Your Son, grant us, we pray, that, walking worthily in our vocation, we may seek You in all things. Through our Lord Jesus Christ, Your Son, who lives and reigns with You in the unity of the Holy Spirit, one God, for ever and ever.

And then the Gospel from Saint Matthew:

While Jesus was speaking to the crowds,
His mother and His brothers appeared outside,
wishing to speak with Him.
Someone told Him, “Your mother and Your brothers are standing outside,
asking to speak with You.”
But He said in reply to the one who told Him,
“Who is My mother? Who are My brothers?”
And stretching out His hand toward His disciples, He said,
“Here are My mother and My brothers.
For whoever does the will of My heavenly Father
is My brother, and sister, and mother.”

And then, this Gospel itself also reminded me of the part of Venerable Archbishop Fulton J. Sheen’s The World’s First Love that I had read as part of my spiritual reading before Mass.

In the section I read, he defends the Virgin Birth of Christ as part of the teaching of the Church.  He spoke of those who say that the Gospels can be used to prove the fact that Mary had other children in that there are mentions of Jesus’ “brethren.”  Archbishop Sheen says that the Church’s teaching on the Virgin Birth was part of the Church’s tradition  from the beginning and before the Gospels were recorded.  He called the Gospels “secretarial reports of what was already believed.”  He even mentions that even the early heretics did not touch the doctrine of the Virgin Birth because it was seen as an obvious reality.

But we’ll go back to the whole thing about vocation and following Christ.  In the Collect, the priest prays that we “[walk] worthily in our vocation,[that] we may seek You in all things” and Christ Himself says in today’s Gospel that “whoever does the will of My heavenly Father is My brother, and sister, and mother.”

What Providence that this theme be so reinforced by both the Collect for the feast (which was purely on the whim of the priest) and the Gospel for the day.

It is in living our vocation, whatever it may be, that we grow in our relationship with Christ.  When we do the will of God, our relationship with God is such that we become His “brother, sister, and mother.”  That is, we become more perfectly members of the family of God since we are striving for uniting our wills and lives to the perfect will and life of God.

Walking worthily in our vocation.

Seeking Christ in all things.

Being the sister, brother, and mother of Christ.

I really, honest to God, do not believe in coincidences.  I believe with every fiber of my being that everything is part of either the active or permissive will of God.  Everything that happens to us, happens for a reason and it happens for our betterment.

No matter how hard and humiliating it may be.

I came to believe in that all the more last week.

As some of you who have been following my blog for the past couple years may recall, I, for some reason known only to God (not even I, in retrospect, am able to come up with a valid reason), did not have my driver’s license (awkward turtle).  I knew how to drive but I had not taken my test.  Correction: I took it in 2011 but I failed it because being the cocky child of God that I can be, I thought I would be fine and I wasn’t.

I had not taken it again until last Monday.

Basically from the day I came home from the convent, I was determined to start grad school.  I had everything in place: I took the GRE (did much better on it that I had anticipated), had all the forms and recommendations in, I had been admitted … all I had to do was meet with my adviser and sign up for classes.

But there was one heckuva wall I had to scale: that blasted driving test.

So I began to pray constantly to the Infant of Prague that I would start grad school when He wanted me to and that I would have my license soon.

Fall 2012 semester began.  No classes.

Okay, maybe He wants me to wait until Winter term.

Winter 2013 term.  Nope.

Okay, Lord, I know this is on me but please help me.

All right, by 21 June (Saint Aloysiusmas) I will have my license.

Things were looking REALLY GOOD.

Nope.  *mutters stuff under breath*

Then I just became a stubborn pain in the butt.  I was going to start grad school in the Fall.  I am sick of waiting.

So, I took the leap and signed up for my road test a few days later.  My father took me out practicing and I had it down pretty well.

I was still freaking out.  I went to Mass pretty much every day for the intention (along with others).  I prayed my daily Rosary for it.  I was offering two different novenas to the Infant of Prague for the intention for seven months.

There were times when I was really psyching myself out (I have this uncanny ability to do this quite effectively) and I would hear in my heart, “I am going to take care of you and everything.  Be calm.” or something like that, then a feeling of peace would come over me.

So, I went to Mass that Monday morning and got ready to take my test.  My father picked me up, we did some last minute practice, and then we headed over to the testing place.

I took my test (which took less time that I thought it would) and I passed.

I passed!

We didn’t have time to go to the Secretary of State (my mother and I went the next day) so my father dropped me off at home and he went back to work (I know, I am very blessed).

I spent the next hour calling people.  I called one of my priests at my parish who had been keeping me accountable (lol) and I called my spiritual director (because the email would have taken up his whole inbox with the egregious abuse of caps lock and exclamation points).  I wasted minutes of their lives that they will never get back.  I could not wipe the doofy grin off my face.  I couldn’t stop going “Yay!!!!!”

And then, after I was done phone harassing people, I went and got the mail.

What was in the mailbox that day, you ask!?

The course offerings flier for the Fall Term at the Seminary (where I am going to grad school)!  PROVIDENTIA PROVIDEBIT!!!

I took that as a little sign from the Lord that I would be starting grad school this Fall.  The third time is the charm!

Now, all I have to do is get a car (which is going to be taken care of very soon (before the middle of August), meet with my adviser to plan my classes (and prove to him that I do, in fact, exist), and … START classes!

I am hoping that I can continue to teach Catechism this year (it all depends on my Monday class schedule) since I really enjoyed it last year.  I actually did it last year to qualify for the 20 percent off my grad tuition for those who actively participate in the catechetical work of one’s parish (as a catechist, DRE, youth minister, young adult minister, etc..)  If I can’t, I can still get the grant since I am part of the leadership of our vicariate young adult group.  I am just sad that the lady with whom I taught last year is not returning.  That made me sad.  She was a really kind person and the kids loved her!

I can’t even tell you how good it feels to have that load taken off my shoulders.  For the longest time, that whole situation with my license absorbed so much mental and emotional energy that I was drained internally though I may not have seemed as such on the outside.  It was also a source of much embarrassment to me.  Now that’s all gone.  And it feels sooo good.

This whole situation has taught me how important it is to simply trust God in all things and it also showed me how much I do not trust Him though I may think I do.

Now, I have a promise to keep.

I made a promise to the Infant of Prague a little over a year ago that once I got my license, that I would offer the next nine TLMs I attended as a novena of thanksgiving for the favor granted.  I also promised that I would promote devotion to Him as the Infant of Prague whenever I could.  I have a little plastic statue of the Infant of Prague that is going on the dash of my car along with a mini plastic statue of Our Lady of Grace.  One of my priests (the one I called and harassed when I passed my test) got me a visor clip with Saint Christopher and Our Lady of Good Help (the first approved Marian apparition in the United States) from her shrine where he made a pilgrimage recently (it was my present for passing my test).

My car will be so Catholic, even the Pope will have to respect.  I have been told to have my new car blessed using the form in the Rituale Romanum (of course … Book of Blessings … pah) and I shall be working on getting a “drive to school” playlist ready (though my commute when traffic is favorable will only be about 15 minutes by freeway … the perks of living in an inner-ring suburb).

I hope to still attend daily Mass if not at my home parish but then at the Seminary (I think their morning Mass is open to commuter students, I will have to look into that) and hopefully maintain my habit of a daily holy hour.

I am looking forward to doing something that I have wanted to do since I was in seventh grade (yes, that long ago).  I estimate that it will take me about 2.5 years to earn my degree if I take a whole semester to write my thesis.

I ask for your prayers for me as I begin this new chapter in my life.  I am looking forward to this and I taking everything one step at a time.

I write all of this to remind you all (and myself) that while it can be the hardest thing to do (“the spirit is willing but the flesh is weak”) to submit oneself totally to the Providence of God, it can be the most freeing and joy-bestowing thing one can do.

I am so glad I can move on now with my discernment after feeling like it was on ice for the longest time.  This new freedom will allow me to do things pertaining to my discernment (go on retreat, go to Adoration when I want to/am able to, etc.).  I will actually be meeting with a woman from the Archdiocese about consecrated virginity in September.

I just have to keep my eyes on the prize.  As my SD says (paraphrasing): “Keep moving and ignore the distractions.”  And yes, some of the distractions are very niiiiiice.  Some of these distractions make me think “angst muffins!!!!!”  But I have gotten off the fence and am walking toward a goal/vocation.  If the Lord doesn’t want me there, He has a way of picking me up and putting me where I need, even if I am kicking and resisting.

God is just awesome like that.

So I thank you all for your prayers and support!  I continue to need them and be ever so grateful for them!

And, of course …

Infant of Prague

Thank You, Infant of Prague!

Our Lady of Perpetual Help

Thank you, Mother Mary!

Saint Joseph

Thank you, Saint Joseph!

Thank you, Saint Therese!

Thank you, Saint Aloysius!

Thank you, Father Solanus!  I had one of his relic badges in my pocket when I took my test and one will be in my car when I get it.


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Random and totally unoriginal thoughts …


Laudetur Iesus Christus!
Nunc et in æternum!  Amen.

Saint Thomas the Apostle

Feast of Saint Thomas the Apostle

Yes, yes, yes.  I know it’s been a little over a month since I last posted.  Yes, I know that I didn’t post anything for Saint Aloysius’ Day aka Aloysiusmas.  I celebrated it.  Just not on the blog.  I’ve been in a blogging funk and I am hoping that it goes away eventually.  Like I have been saying of late, I get an idea for a post but it never comes out the way I want it to ergo, it enters the limbo that is the drafts box.  When I signed into WordPress today, I saw the drafts and just deleted them, you can’t revive momentary inspirations.  It’s like trying to relive a specific emotion from a specific moment in one’s life, you can try to imitate it but you won’t get it just as it was.  Such is the nature of time.

Anywho …

Tomorrow is Independence Day in the United States aka “The Fourth of July.”  For those who are not from the US or who didn’t do so great in their US History classes in school, Independence Day commemorates the adoption of the Declaration of Independence by members of the Continental Congress.

As I was following the proper prayers for the feast day today, it just happened that on the facing page were the liturgical prayers for Independence Day and this though popped into my head: The guys who signed the Declaration of Independence had major cajones.  They had to have realized that by their signing that document, they were literally putting their necks (and the necks of their families) on the line.  In the eyes of the British Crown, they were traitors.  Back then, traitors to the realm were subjected to the most nasty and inhumane form of torture and execution: hanging, drawing, and quartering.

Hang, draw, quarter

One cannot find a “nice” picture of execution but I wanted to include this to show what would have happened to them had things not worked out as they did.

Could you imagine what went through their minds and hearts as they dipped their quills into the ink pot and basically signed what was not only a declaration of independence from the Crown but also their own death warrants?!

Declaration of Independence

Imagine signing your own death warrant.
Imagine the courage it took to sign this wonderful document.
Click for the National Archives page on this document.

What cajones and, of course, by “cajones” I mean “courage.”  It took a mess of courage to do that.

Then I thought: these guys were willing to put their lives and livelihoods (including those of their loved ones) on the line for the belief that they ought to be free from the tyrannical control of a foreign power and that all persons are endowed by the Creator (not the King) with the right to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness (an alteration from John Locke’s “life, liberty, and property”), how much more willing should we be to stand up for our holy Faith?

One of the reasons our Founding Fathers decided that they needed to separate from the British was for religious freedom.  Under the Crown, the throne and the altar were intimately connected.  How connected?  The monarch of Britain is the Head of the Church of England.  The monarch = the Pope of the Anglican Church.  Can’t get much more connected than that.

While the Founding Fathers did not expressly mention separation of church and state (“separation of church and state” is mentioned in some letters sent between some of the Fathers), they did think that the state had no place in the establishment of a state religion as was the case in Britain.

However, contrary to what some will try to tell you, the American government was not meant to be exclusively secular.  It just can’t have a state religion and mandate the practice of that religion in its citizenry.  One of the things that made America so different for the time was the fact that one could practice any faith one wanted (or not practice, I guess) without worrying about being maltreated by the government

Oh how times have changed.

These guys fought a tyrannical totalitarian government whose leader ruled by divine right (the monarch was the monarch because God willed it to be so) by establishing a government who got their power from the people.  Instead of the people fearing the government, the government was to fear the people whose most powerful ability was to vote in free and open elections (the sphere of suffrage widened from male property owners only to including black men, to including women … 1920 FTW).

Now, we’re dealing with a government that is trying to put down the very freedoms it was established to honor and defend in the name of more control over the lives of the citizenry.


Think about it …

If these guys were willing to put their lives on the line for a philosophy, how much more should we be willing to stand up for the Truth as is found in the teachings of the Church Christ Himself founded?

These guys were willing to die for the independence of the colonies from Crown control.

Are we willing to die for the proclamation of the Truth in the face of adversity that we haven’t had to deal with before?

Or will we just “sit down and shut up” for the sake of being accepted or to save one’s own interests?  Or will we keep quiet for the sake of “not causing trouble” or “not being divisive?”

Because we all know Christ was the great peacemaking milquetoast of milquetoasts (what would that be in Latin?).

Yeah, He would want us to keep quiet, right?

“Do you think that I have come to give peace on earth? No, I tell you, but rather division; for henceforth in one house there will be five divided, three against two and two against three; they will be divided, father against son and son against father, mother against daughter and daughter against her mother, mother-in-law against her daughter-in-law and daughter-in-law against her mother-in-law.” (Luke 12:51-53)

Yeah … ’bout that … right.

We have to remember that we aren’t supposed to be chummy with the world.  The world is going to hate us who are faithful to Christ.  The world hates us.  Just like it hated Him

He said the world was going to hate us like it hated Him?!  Where?!

“If the world hates you, know that it has hated Me before it hated you.  If you were of the world, the world would love its own; but because you are not of the world, but I chose you out of the world, therefore the world hates you.  Remember the word that I said to you, `A servant is not greater than his master.’ If they persecuted Me, they will persecute you; if they kept my word, they will keep yours also.  But all this they will do to you on My account, because they do not know him who sent Me.” (Saint John 15:18-21)

Oh.  Right.

So we can’t really be surprised that so many persons and groups (including whole governments) hate the Catholic Church and all that she stands with.

And the desire of some within the Church to not be “divisive,” “tolerant,” and “pastoral” (in the wrong sense of the word) has done us absolutely no good whatsoever.

But I won’t get into that rant.

We need to accept the fact that the world isn’t going to like us.  They are going to do anything they can to undermine us and even eliminate us and our influence in favor of its egocentric relativism.

We believe that life begins at conception and therefore deserves to be defended from that point onward from all undermining: abortion, contraception, euthanasia, etc..

The world believes that life is only valuable if it fulfills certain subjective criteria and can be disposed of when seen as being an “unnecessary burden.”

We believe that marriage is between one man and one woman and is meant for the unity of the spouses and the procreation of children.  If one or both of those is missing, it is not an authentic marriage but some perversion of it.  It is also an indissoluble covenant between the spouses and God.

The world thinks that marriage is just a commitment based in love (its sense of love … which is really based in unreliable feeling)  between two consenting individuals. (We won’t get into the logical slippery slope that that is).  That commitment can be dissolved when it ceases to be convenient for one or more parties.  It is merely a contract.  Not a covenant.

The government is trying to make Catholics pay for and condone things and actions that are intrinsically wrong.  By their very nature, they are wrong.  They are going to penalize faithful Catholics for practicing their Faith.  If that’s not a violation of religious liberty, I don’t know what is.

And then you get some who are all, “Well, who are the Catholics to be pushing their morality on others?”

Really?  This is coming from the persons who condemn Catholics because they do not believe that gay “marriage” is morally permissible.  They are trying to force the Church to change her ages old timeless teachings in the name of some prevailing societal norm.

I guess you’re only a bigot if you have the nerve to disagree with them but if the tables were turned, then they would still be the ones being oppressed by the big bad Church.

But now I am getting into a tangent.

If our Founding Fathers will willing to put their lives in jeopardy for a worldly ideal, how much more should we be willing to offer our lives and livelihoods for the defense and promotion of eternal Truth?

Now is not the time for being a milquestoast.  We have to follow Our Lord in carrying His Cross, in being spit on and reject, and in being crucified out of love for those who hate us.  Being a faithful Catholic was never meant to be easy.

Sure there were times when it was more laudable and acceptable but it has never been easy because from the get-go, the world has hated the Church.  The only difference now is that it has become all the more acceptable and apparent.  Anti-Catholicism is the last acceptable prejudice in America.

But remember, if the world is angry at us and does everything it can to undermine us, then we are doing something right.  It’s when the world embraces us or vice versa that we have to worry.  The world rejected Christ.  It’s going to reject us too.  We’re are in no way exceptions to that rule.

Christ the King

May Christ the King reign in our land, our homes, and our hearts!

May we never lose zeal for our Faith and the Truth it proclaims.  The very Truth that came from Truth Himself, Jesus Christ.  Christ has conquered death and the world, we have only to persevere through this vale of tears and vitriol to receive our eternal reward that no worldly power can take away.

Keep in mind that many many persons have died for the Faith in the past.  Our time is no exception.  In fact, Cardinal Francis George of Chicago said  in 2010 on how much religious liberties are endangered in the Western world and the US specifically:

“I expect to die in bed, my successor will die in prison and his successor will die a martyr in the public square.  His successor will pick up the shards of a ruined society and slowly help rebuild civilization, as the church has done so often in human history.”

Some say he was being extreme but I think he makes a point.  We are in very dark times when it comes to the protection and advancement of holy Truth.  But our defending the Truth will only reap a greater harvest in eternity.  The days when being Catholic was easy are long gone, people.  Time to put on the combat boots and pray and offer penances like we have never done before.

But do take time to read the Declaration of Independence.  I am kinda disgusted at how many Americans have never read it (and the Constitution).  In order to be informed Americans, we need to have an awareness of our history.  So many times, people tend to be in the bubble of their own time without any reference to the past.  We need to read the documents that outline and symbolize all that is good about our country and try to realign ourselves more with the true spirit of this country under God.

Have a blessed and safe Independence Day!

God bless America!

Immaculate Conception
Our Lady, the Immaculate Conception, pray for and protect our country!

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Holy Mother Church, Batman! It’s Corpus Christi! With the Archbishop! YAY!


Laudetur Iesus Christus!
Nunc et in æternum!  Amen.


Yeah, that’s Archbishop Vigneron.
Yeah, he’s leading a Corpus Christi Procession.
And yeah … I was there!!!!! YAY!!!!

The Solemnity of Corpus Christi (aka the Solemnity of the Most Holy Body and Blood of Christ)

Today.  Was.  Amazing!

Being the deprived young Catholic lady that I am (I am hoping something in the near future amends that …. PRAY FOR ME) … I have never been part of a Corpus Christi Procession before.

Well, if it’s gonna be your first time it may as well be all out.

Since chillaxing with the Pope for the feast was not feasible on many planes, the next best thing looked EVEN MORE AMAZING than it already was …

Why not go to Corpus Christi Mass with Archbishop Vigneron?  You know, the coolest, most epic Archbishop in all of Archbishop-dom (all you non-Detroiters are just jealous).  And yes, I am a huge supporter of His Excellency.  HUGE.  No one disses  the Archbishop in my presence.  If they do, they get schooled.

Archbishop Vigneron invited the traddy young adult group I am in (Juventutem Michigan) to Corpus Christi Mass for the past two years (as in this is the second year) and to participate actively in the Procession.  Well, some of us did.  I got to pound the pavement with Jesus too.  It was quite beautimous.

Mass was glorious.  Sure, the renovation isn’t quite my cup of tea (especially when you see how it used to look … I won’t post images … too depressing) but it’s the mother church of the AOD and there are still vestiges of the old look (they didn’t touch the windows … thank the Lord).

The music was pretty traddy.  More Latin than I probably would have gotten at my home parish.  Heard the whole Sequence (Lauda Sion) but in English (it was chanted well by the AOD Music Director whom I know).  It was overall and beautiful Mass musically.

Liturgically, it was glorious.  Smells, bells (the cathedral rang its bells), Latin (oh yes!), and lace (and lovely antique vestments!)!  I always love watching the MC (who in this case was the Archbishop’s Secretary … a good priest-friend of mine) because he was one of ones who taught me how to be a good MC back in the days of my MCing at my parish.  I saw all the little hand signals and head nods.  lol  It amused me.  And never forget the importance of the liturgical pillow.  Never.

Toward the end of Mass, we had the Procession through the neighborhood around the Cathedral that is a bit rough … just a half cup.  But the homes are beautiful.  I cannot help but imagine what they looked like when the area was bustling with families and the like (it was a more affluent area in the 1920s).  As we walked around the neighborhood, we gave out loaves of bread to persons on the street who were watching us (a bunch of Catholics processing in a largely non-Catholic area can be a sight).  We sang hymns to the Lord in the Blessed Sacrament (a majority of a traddy nature … YAY) and were a witness to the faith of the Church in her Lord in the Blessed Sacrament.

Did I mention His Excellency and the ministers had some lovely antique vestments on?

I did?

Well, they were glorious.  And traddy.  The Archbishop’s chasbule had Saint Therese of Lisieux on the back so I am kinda guessing that it dates from the 1920s when she was canonized.  I also think there is a story behind the monstrance used in the procession.


Behold. The transcendent aesthetics of Catholicism.
Oh, and behold the Word made Flesh … aka God.

Along the way, there were ladies with baskets of flower petals and they were spreading them about before the Lord. Loveliness!

I think I remember reading that the monstrance used was donated by some member/s of the Fisher family.  The Fisher brothers were a big deal in Detroit.  If you have ever heard of “Body by Fisher” … yeah … that was them.  They were a Catholic family and they did a lot for the Church in Detroit.  The old Archbishop’s mansion in Palmer Park was built by the brothers for Bishop Gallagher (before Detroit was elevated to an Archdiocese in 1938) and it’s the largest private home in the city.  It’s now owned by someone else because the Archdiocese sold it in the 1980s.

What can I say?  I am a Detroit Church history nut.  For real.

I can’t tell you what came over my heart today while I was in the Cathedral.  It happens every time I am there for Mass.  It’s that voice again (no, not that one) that is rather peaceful and yet persistent.  Peaceful in that a feeling of peace always comes with it.  I also felt a kind of surety that I don’t get when it’s just me thinking about something.  This was something that was to happen.  No matter what.  What did it say?  “You belong here.  You belong in Detroit.”

I smiled.  Because really, in the depths of my heart (my “heart of hearts” if you will), this has been a key part of my vocation from day one and it’s not just some attachment to home, it’s a part of my vocation.  I am really truly convinced of that because it’s been a constant thing that has come up in my prayer and meditation.  Just like how my being a spiritual mother/sister to priests has been a constant.  It’s just one of those things that hasn’t changed though I have and my circumstances have.

What also happened as He (and I am convinced it was the Lord) told me this over and over was also, “Stop worrying, Allie.  Do you not think I can take care of you?  If I want you to do something, nothing can get in the way of it happening.  Be patient and trust.”

That is my interpretation of what came over me.  But I think it gets it rather well.

Because those two things have always been issues for me: patience and trust.

Patience because, like so many of us, I want to have things now now now.

It don’t work like that and that reality annoys my impatient self.


The big kahuna which one would think would be NBD (no big deal) with God because, you know, He’s God and that is a good reason to trust Him.

But no.

I have to have control over everything and if things don’t go my way … then I get freaked out and anxiety-ridden.  I hate that.

I have to learn how to put everything, big or small, into the hands of God and truly leave them there.  Truly.  No strings.  No thick ropes attached, no micrometer width string attached.  Nothing.  Completely and totally given to God.

Easier said than done.

But He reminds me constantly.

Trust Me.

Trust Me.

Trust Me.

And …

Be patient.

Be patient.

Be patient.

So that’s what I have to work on.  Among other things.

But I know that God will provide.  I need to let God take care of things and just go with the flow.

I mean, at least I am not on the fence anymore.  Like my SD reminds me (my words, not his): “If you were to get off on the wrong side of the fence, the Lord would just pick you up and put you on the right side in His own way.”

Being God, He can do that.

I am excited to see what the Lord has in store for me.  I really am.  That’s probably another reason why those two issues have been so pronounced of late.  I am so excited about what the Lord want to do through me for His Church that I want it all to happen now!  I am so anxious to see what He wants me to do that I want to get everything in order NOW and take care of it NOW so I can get going NOW.

I don’t work like that and I need to realize that and embrace the great and beautiful mystery that is God’s gradual revelation of His will in my life.

All right, I still have to get ready for bed.  Like Imma get any sleep?  HA!  I am so excited about this whole thing.  I am just beaten down with Church lady gids.

Speaking of “Church lady gids,” here is another reason why I probably shan’t get much sleep tonight:


Honored and blessed am I.

Yeah.  Now I am totes legit.  Ignoring the windswept hair, crooked veil, and Our Lady of Good Counsel (lovingly) creeping up my neck.  The veil is a mess (and my hair too) because this was after the Procession and it was rather windy at times.  I nearly lost my veil (which was bobby-pinned well thanks to a random lady who helped my OCD self get it just so) at one point during the walk around the block.  I think my heart stopped when I felt that gust of wind and the lace vacate the top of my head.  Thank God for my cat-like reflexes and the lady next to me who saw my ninja-quickness grabbing for the flying piece of Catholic lady lace.

This alone made my day (besides everything else).  Archbishop Vigneron is such a wonderful, humble, and prayerful man.  I am so thankful to the Lord that He deigned that he come back to lead the Church of Detroit.  :)

All right.  Time to get ready for bed.  I hope you all had a very blessed Corpus Christi!  Remember, the Lord is waiting for YOU in any Catholic Church.  For YOU.  So spend some time with Him.  Pray.  Do some spiritual reading.  Or just sit there and spend time with Him.  He loves it all because He loves YOU.  Individually.  Uniquely.  Completely.  Unconditionally.  He wants to touch your heart.  He wants to speak to your soul.  He wants to fill your entire being with His infinite love and mercy.  All you have to do is LET HIM.

Nighty night!

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O hai there. Yeah. I am still here. Sorry ’bout that.


Laudetur Iesus Christus!
Nunc et in æternum! Amen.

Saint Justin, Martyr (First Saturday!)

I know.  I know.  I have basically fallen off the face of the Earth.  Even when I do post, it’s not that much.  Imma be honest with y’all here: I’ve been in a funk.  Actually, really, it’s been more that I have had post ideas and had them formed in my mind but then when I go to put them down (when I think of it), I don’t like how they turn out.  I know I have the tendency (constant tendency) to essay the pixels out of your monitors but if Imma rant I want to rant for a reason.  My SD, confessor, and friends put up with my ranting tangents enough.  lol

Let’s just say I need a “spiritual  disk cleanup and defrag” (aka silent retreat).  I can be rather picky when it comes to retreat because of some experiences I have had with them in the past.  In high school, the mandated retreats were nothing but ego-fluffing 70s-style.  We sat in circles and threw balls of yarn to each other naming qualities in others that we liked making a “unity web.”  We sat in a circle (there is a lot of circle-sitting … blargh) and did crude self portraits on balloons.  I wish I was joking.  We would have prayer time where we would … you guessed it … sit in a circle and talked about our feelings about God (one time, the candle nearly caught the crucifix on fire … that would have been traumatic).

One time, we went out to a Taco Hut (Taco Bell-Pizza Hut combo) and some of the girls were late for the bus and when they were found one threw her pseudo-Mexican (I used to eat a whole Crunch Wrap Supreme combo side taco and all in two minutes flat during my Powderpuff football days) at the bus window and the guy in charge was cool with it.  Yeah.  No discipline at all from him.  *facepalm*

Anywho …

So I am rather particular when it comes to retreats.  I don’t like touchy-feely because HS left a nasty taste in my soul.  It’s probably why I can be a bit cold sometimes and it’s probably another reason why I can be rather sarcastic sometimes.

As I usually do, I put all that in the hands of the Infant of Prague and told Him that when He wanted me to go on retreat, He would show me.  Because He will.  He hasn’t failed me yet and I don’t see why He would start now.

Moving on …

What have I done lately?  Well, two or three weeks ago was my parish’s HUGE Spring Festival at which I am the charming Finance Secretary.  I answered questions about the Festival and other sundry topics.  I people-watched.  I went on rides with my gaggle of altar servers that I trained (they sneak up on me, jump on my back, scream in my ear “ALLIE!!!! GO ON RIDES WITH US!!!!,” and then once I get my hearing back, we go on copious rides until they feel sick … I have a stomach of steel.).  I made four fancy Rosaries that persons had ordered through my side business (I make custom Rosaries and chaplets).  I played several rounds of bingo and made no money.  I drank with a priest.  I watched a Wings game while arrayed in all my Red Wings swag (we actually won that game!).  I did some outreach with our Vicariate’s young adult group.  I slept sitting up.  I got to indulge my church lady-self when I set up for our midnight Mass for Festival workers (I don’t get to do that much anymore).  I prayed my Office on my laptop.  I also got to eat bacon on Friday (my SD gave me an alternate penance) … it’s a big deal when I eat meat on Fridays because I can be rather exacting when it comes to my Friday abstinence.  Oh, and I got a delightfully awkward Festival tan on my wrists so that one can see that I was wearing a watch and a bracelet on either wrist all weekend.  Hoping to even that out soon.

Now, I am just doing stuff to get ready for my upcoming semester in grad school (Pleeeeeez, God).  If you could pray for me, that would be quite appreciated.

Lest this post turn into an uber post, Imma start a new one on the actual topic I wanted to write on right now.

Again, I apologize for the lack of activity.  If you ever, for some reason, want to know what I am thinking or am up to: check out my Twitter.  Follow me!  I post lots of stuff on there!  Lots of links and randomness so it’s basically this blog but updated daily and many times a day usually.

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