Daily Archives: June 9, 2014

On the St. Malachi thing

Imagine, if you will, a colonist in the late 1600’s reports a vision that, some day, the colonies will be independent and have a Republic, and that he foresaw the heads of that Republic. Over time, as this alleged vision gets closer to reality, it gets talked about. History proceeds. Somewhere in the 1960s, someone claims to have found the prophecy and publishes the colonist’s list of the Presidents. It says something like, “The first will be the cleanly town. The second will be the son of Man. The third will buy the west. . . . The sixteenth will be the Man who frees. . . .” And so on till, “the thirty-fifth will be cut short.” Then it starts more like, “37 will end a war.” “40 will speak.” “43 will be the Sun.” “44 will be the moon.”
In other words, the alleged prophecy of St. Malachy was more exact before it was published, and gets increasingly vague such that people have really had to stretch to make them fit.

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Abortion hurts everyone

Sharon Osbourne and Toni Braxton have both recently spoken out about their pain as post abortive women.

She recounted: “I had an abortion at 17 and it was the worst thing I ever did . . . I went alone. I was terrified. It was full of other young girls, and we were all terrified and looking at each other and nobody was saying a bloody word. I howled my way through it, and it was horrible. I would never recommend it to anyone because it comes back to haunt you. When I tried to have children, I lost three — I think it was because something had happened to my cervix during the abortion.</blockquote<

When Mary was going through the miscarriage, I was very stoic for days. She laid in her parents' bed through the process. Her (adult) brothers thought she was "just sick."

As the "tissue" started coming out, we collected the remains to seek some kind of burial (that's another story).

Shortly after the main body came out, I passed through their living room, where my brother-in-law was watching CNN and some pro-abort sicko was talking, and I just started howling. "What's wrong with John?" He asked.

I ran down the hall and picked up the container that held the remains, and I just screamed for I-don't-know-how-long.

The greatest pain is knowing that your baby died, a human life was created and ended-as all must do-and wondering what happened to that young soul (that's another discussion), not being able to really know him or her at all or know if you ever will.

The second greatest pain is knowing that society says "It's just a blob of tissue. You're grieving for a life that was cut short before most people realized there was one there, and while 1 in 6 pregnancies end by natural miscarriage, the grief is secret.

To protect the so-called "right to choose," we suppress parents' right to grieve. That fundamental principle was the original reason for the "Lewis Crusade," originally intended as an Apostolate, not simply a blog.

Personhood Now.

I still cry sometimes.

A funny thing happened on the way to Confession . . .

I had made a point of trying to get my family to Confession in the midst of other Saturday plans.
Then I was in bed with chest pain, so we were running late but got there around 4:45. The Confessional was dark; no sign of a priest. I noticed my wife hadn’t followed us in, and we were leaving anyway, when I found her standing by the van, the rear gate still open. There was oily fluid all over the ground, and she showed me how the fluid streamed out when she opened and closed the wheelchair lift:
Hydraulic fluid, leaking out of the pistons.
Great.
We’d “just” had them replaced, four years ago. Seems like just yesterday but forever. That was right after the second engine (for us, third for it) in our handicapped adapted 2000 Chevy Express 3500. Turns out, 4 years is about as long as those pistons last. Now I know, but while we have started budgeting for repairs, we just put a bunch of money into “regular” repairs, and she’s had to pay cash for some graduate courses. We were just starting to work on tightening the budget a bit more to save for emergencies and hopefully a down payment on a house in a year or two. We’d like to finally live in a house big enough for 4 kids sometime before they’re adults.

So, here we are, looking at another repair that could reach into the thousands. We tried Modest Needs 4 or 5 years ago, but that’s “All or Nothing.” This time, we went with GoFundMe, which takes a fee but sends the money as it’s donated.

Since Saturday night when I set it up, we’ve already raised about $470. In the morning, I will take it to a repair place and get a more exact estimate. Please pray, donate or at least share the link.
my GoFundMe Campaign

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