One of several of my attempts at HDR Photography.
One of several of my attempts at HDR Photography.
It bothers me when Traditional Catholics claim to be the “Traditional Catholic Movement.” Since the word “movement” means change; Traditional Catholics did not change, the New Order, a phrase coined by the New Vatican known as the Novus Ordo, are the ones that changed.
Novus Ordo is The Modern Movement, not within the Catholic church although they today occupy the buildings, much like the Anglican Church of England; they also held the same buildings when the broke with the Holy See around 1860 or so.
We live in strange times; it seems the entire FOUR corners of the world are upside down from religion to secular politics. On another post here, I commented; only to repeat my comment here to make a point. The point is how things change, how the Democratic party has moved to the Left, so far to the Left. Are they really wanting to change; FOR the Socialist Party of America, a Socialist movement?
It bothers me also to see people who claim the Christian Faith of various denominations, all claiming to follow Christ yet they think nothing of voting FOR those people who think it is healthy or a right to kill an innocent baby. Speaking again to readers who claim to believe in God; when you stand before God in judgment, you will see the aborted as they will see you.
Okay! Haven’t posted on 1liner for a few, but today I feel silly. Nothing new about that! Last month I celebrated my 79th; therefore, I HESITATE TO SAY, I am almost 80 years old. (Same age as Pelosi) — When your nearly 80 you have the right to be silly.
I keep thinking of this dumb phrase I heard on an old black and white movie, sorry I can’t remember the Title of the film, the One Liner is:
“I am so happy my Birthday falls on the Day I was born.”
Last September while visiting a friend and with luck, I had my camera for once.
The delay of A WAR or THE DELAY of Gods chastisement, WHAT NEXT?
The Delay — Know that we almost had a WAR on our hands A FEW DAYS AGO; know too that Wars are a punishment for the sins of the world. God does not create them He allows them because of the sins of mankind. Just to name a few: Abortion the killing of a tiny, precious infant, and who knows what this little baby would have contributed to the world? Now infanticide — immorality everywhere — The world has lost their sense of sin — breaking of the First Commandment mainly — children not knowing if they are girls or boys! On and on and on!
Look up the miracle of the sun that occurred just a little over 100 years ago, it was written about all over the world even in more recent times as in, yes, (decades ago; I read it myself as a young adult) in the National Geographic publication.
You won’t read these past accounts or events anymore or hear a reminder from the media, because TODAY the world is on a THE slippery slope of decadence.
The question IS: Have we hit the bottom yet with our morals? Hear this, The Message of Fatima, and in particular, the Third Secret reveals the Great Chastisement by which God will punish the whole world for the crimes of sinful humanity if people do not repent and stop offending God. On October 13, 1917, at Fatima, at the moment before the great Miracle of the Sun, the Blessed Virgin said, “People must
amend their lives and ask pardon for their sins. They must not offend Our
Lord any more for He is already too much offended.”
Time short; take an inventory of your mindset! Know the Ten Commandments of God!
Fandango’s word today is to: “Kneel” My post is simply an image, hope it inspires many.
John Senior writes:
What is Christian culture? It is essentially the Mass. That is not my or anyone’s opinion or theory or wish but the central fact of 2,000 years of history. Christendom, what secularists call Western Civilization, is the Mass and the paraphernalia which protect and facilitate it. All architecture, art, political and social forms, economics, the way people live and feel and think, music, literature ― all these things, when they are right, are ways of fostering and protecting the Holy Sacrifice of the Mass.
To enact a sacrifice, there must be an altar, an altar has to have a roof over it in case it rains; to reserve the Blessed Sacrament, we build a little House of Gold and over it a Tower of Ivory with a bell and a garden round it with the roses and lilies of purity, emblems of the Virgin Mary ― Rosa Mystica, Turris Davidica, Turris Eburnea, Domus Aurea, who carried His Body and His Blood in her womb, Body of her body, Blood of her blood. And around the church and garden, where we bury the faithful dead, the caretakers live, the priests and religious whose work is prayer, who keep the Mystery of Faith in its tabernacle of music and words in the Office of the Church; and around them, the faithful who gather to worship and divide the other work that must be done in order to make the perpetuation of the Sacrifice possible — to raise the food and make the clothes and build and keep the peace so that generations to come may live for Him, so that the Sacrifice goes on even until the consummation of the world.
Also read this by Peter Kwasniewski
An ugly “church” represents the loss of this fundamental contemplative insight into the beauty of the world and the need to bring all things in sacrifice before the God who is Beauty itself.
Catholics have a sacred right, owing to their baptism into the glorified Jesus Christ, to the full expression of their faith within the liturgy and through all the arts that embellish and support it; they have a right to free access to the glories of Tradition, which have been cherished and handed down for centuries and must be cherished and handed down until the end of time.
Corresponding to this right is, as always, a duty. Catholics have a duty to preserve, cherish, and perpetuate this Tradition; they have a responsibility to come to know it and love it more and more over their lifetimes. We are not to sit back and wait until someone brings us beauty on a platter; we are to work on beautifying our interior life through prayer, our external life through manners, ongoing education, and cultural pursuits; we are to support the Church’s ministers with our prayers, our resources, our petitions, so that the riches of Tradition may flourish again in our times.
What God gives us is not just the “here and now,” but the faith and love of generations who have come before us, embodied in countless treasures of music, painting, sculpture, architecture, and writing, destined for the edification of souls until the end of time.
All of this has been given to us, in proportion to our capacities, positions, opportunities for action. We are the path by which tradition will reach, or not reach, our descendants. Much today depends on lay involvement, as Vatican II predicted. This can go in a good direction, as when Catholics respectfully ask their pastors to provide the traditional Latin Mass; or it can go in a bad direction, as when laity attempt to run the show, taking over responsibilities that belong to the clergy. Lay people who are humbly, cheerfully, and generously devoted to the spread of Christian culture, centered on the Mass and surrounded on all sides with the beauty that befits it, have been and will continue to be a major factor in the longed-for renewal of the Church.
Every Catholic who enters a church should be able to find figures of Christ and the Saints, as well as an elevated sanctuary, set apart and beautifully furnished, with the altar and the tabernacle in a prominent place and suitably decorated. Catholics have a right to the full, authentic expression of their faith, both in the liturgy and in the arts that embellish it, especially sacred music. And as I never tire of saying, Catholics have a duty to embrace this fullness, to become acquainted with it, and to cherish it.
Today the subject; Trees! Don’t you just love them!
This First one has always reminded me of a Dancing Tree so I add a little help!
Next, who said lumpy is ugly?
Finally, a Tree growing within a Tree!
A little story to share! It all started several months ago when my neighbors’ pet duck wandered over to my yard and made a nest under my porch. She gathered pine needles and felt quite safe. I waited in wonder what would happen next and this week she came out from down under with 12 little ducklings sashaying behind her.
One of the small miracles of life; these 12 tiny fuzzy little creature and how they all stick together following their mother wherever she goes. I am enjoying watching them. They have become the delight of my life; you might say, my life must be pretty dull if a few ducklings can bring such joy.
No, not dull, yet, raised in Chicago this touch of rare country living God permitted me; His tender tending His creatures reminds me of this Bible verse. “Behold the birds of the air, for they neither sow, nor do they reap, nor gather into barns: and your heavenly Father feedeth them. Are not you of much more value than they?” [Matthew 6:26]
Aren’t they cute?
dVerse has come up with something different so what is it? Also, what is it, within my Prosery written here for dVerse and its host? More questions than answers, first the rules — 144 words or less, using a particular line which is “When far away an interrupted cry.” Use it in your story, here is my attempt below.
Oh dear, another sleepless night, looking at the clock, thinking, and it’s only 1:30 in the morning. Perhaps if a lie here a little longer I’ll fall asleep. Sigh! When far away, an interrupted cry, what was that? I wondered.
Sitting straight up, in bed, looking half numb out the opened window. To afraid to move an inch. Sounded like a bird or was it a banshee? Was it outside or inside. Did that sound come from my attic or basement?
I can’t stand another moment; I’ll sit here and say that prayer I use to say when I was a kid. “Angel of God, my guardian dear,
to whom God’s love commits me here,
ever this day be at my side,
to light and guard, to rule and guide.
Amen.” I feel sleepy now, good night whoever you are.
Today looking at the words of the day, including Fandango’s word “Gap,” also Wordle at the Sunday Whirl prompts. The words just fell into place; advice, not from me, input from that unwritten law known as TRADITION.
In today world of New Age Magic, it takes courage to talk about the existence of an immortal soul. The struggle exists between the world, flesh, and the devil! We hear the stories; yes, life can be quite messy without Him, who died for us. Close that gap today, develop a sacred mantra, a prayer, we are all vulnerable, swallow your pride and lean toward the Almighty, the only way.
Wordle words underlined above.
My Grandchildren, of course!
Hear the music of a piccolo; no a bird!
The sky opens up to allow Gods power seen.
Listen; thunder roaring like a lion.
Instantly the sun’s rays appear
Signaling peace restored.
All is well! The storm drifts on!
When young; life would drag-on and on —
An hour as a day, a day as a week, a week eternity.
Waiting for something, but what?
The years add lightning speed; going, going, and gone!
Now or never to get that bearded pet dragon.
I captured these wild geese playing at the river nearby; thinking they might make a cute comic strip with added interest. As always here at my blog the photos plus art are not copyrighted and free to use.
Enjoy my LITTLE BIT OF WILD!