One of great things about being ill and having to rest a lot because of a terminal illness, is that one has time to think and pray. I consider my present state a huge blessing. Not only can I do reparation for my sins while still alive, which brings me joy, but I can think
Years ago, over 40, Pope Benedict stated that the future of the Church would be small isolated communities in a sea of unbelief. For years, I thought there would be a schism between the liberal Church and the remnant true believers. I no longer believe that and have not for some time. As Satan has
The coming to a head of the sexual sins of the clergy, bishops and cardinals included, as well as the massive systemic cover-ups will lead to more things than the rolling of heads of some of the major perpetrators. I see, already, several serious problems which will get worse in the next months owing to
A reference to an old sign on the doors of lodgings in Great Britain years ago, in the title of this post, is sadly appropriate today. Some archivists claim “No Irish” signs were common as well in the past here in Great Britain Recently, a world music festival in Great Britain faced the reality of
Many of us know that the Church will shortly enter into a time of great persecution. The powers of evil, both seen and unseen, which hate the one, true, holy, Catholic, and apostolic Church will have their day. God is allowing these forces to purify the Church, to cleanse the tares out of the wheat.
The Phoenix and the Turtle Let the bird of loudest lay, On the sole Arabian tree, Herald sad and trumpet be, To whose sound chaste wings obey. But thou shrieking harbinger, Foul precurrer of the fiend, Augur of the fever’s end, To this troop come thou not near. From this session interdict Every fowl of
Between 1536 and 1537, over 40,000 men revolted against the Protestant take-over of the King’s counsel and Parliament. The banner of these soldiers and those who followed them was the Banner of the Five Wounds of Christ, emphasising a long-held love for the Sacred Heart of Jesus centuries before the modern devotion began in France.
A guest post by Supertradmum Some of you may have remembered my blog, Etheldredasplace. On that blog, I wrote of the lives and deaths of many of the English martyrs. One dear to my heart is St. Margaret Clitherow, the sprightly, beautiful wife of a well-to-do butcher in York, John, who was a “Church Catholic,”