H/t FOTM’s Wild Bill Alaska
It was very early on the first day of the week and still dark, when Mary of Magdala came to the tomb. She saw that the stone had been moved away from the tomb and came running to Simon Peter and the other disciple, the one whom Jesus loved. “They have taken the Lord out of the tomb,” she said, “and we don’t know where they have put him.” So Peter set out with the other disciple to go to the tomb. They…saw the linen cloths lying on the ground…and…believed. Till this moment they had still not understood the scripture, that he must rise from the dead. -John 20:1-9
Here’s a reconstruction of what happened from the book The Truth About the Shroud of Turin (Regnery, 2010), pp. 189-191, by my friend Robert K. Wilcox. No matter how many times I read this, it never fails to move me to tears.
The tomb, a rocky chamber carved out of a hillside, a stone rolled against the door, is dark and silent. Lying on a slab is a long, rectangular cocoon, the hills and valleys of which are clearly the contours of a human body. The body of Jesus lies there, face up, a ribbon around the head and chin to keep the mouth closed, packed on all sides with bags of spices.
At some unknown moment in the dead of night, the air in the tomb becomes electric.
At first the vibrations are minute, the sort that could be detected by sensitive twentieth-century instruments; then they dramatically increase until they shake the ground and blow the boulder from the door.
A glow, faint at first, emanating from the shroud suddenly intensifies until rays of light shoot through the threads, star-filled golden rays filling the tomb and pouring out the door.
For thirty seconds — no more — the blinding, pulsating movement continues.
The source of the activity is the corpse, the body, somehow being revitalized, dematerialized, its mass being converted into energy, pure energy, which in the material world is radiant white light.
The body rises from the slab through the cloth, hovers for a moment in midair, then disappears.
The cocoon collapses. Darkness returns. Shouts of “Earthquake! Earthquake!” diminish as the guards run for their lives. And in the air, the distinct odor of scorched linen.
When dawn comes, the women in Jesus’ life draw tentatively toward the tomb, look in the opening, and see the shroud unopened, still wrapped, but definitely deflated. The body is gone. At sunrise the disciples come. John enters the tomb, puts his hand on the cloth, and presses it to the slab. Jesus is there no longer. The disciples and the women quickly gather up the burial garments — the chin band is still in the shroud — and the spice bags and leave before the Romans can return.
At another time, in another place, when they have a chance to gather their wits, they will discover the figure of their master imprinted on the inside of the shroud. The images would be faint, probably not as dark as the passage of time and exposure to air have made them; and the images would be negative ones, a phenomenon that would also become clearer with the passage of time. Regardless, they would view these images as holy — imprints of their precious Lord. The disciples would pay more attention to the images on the shroud if they weren’t already waiting, with the greatest anticipation, for Jesus himself, who, before his death, had promised to visit them after he rose from the dead.
Most of my generation were HOME SCHOOLED in many ways.
1.. My mother taught me TO APPRECIATE A JOB WELL DONE
“If you’re going to kill each other, do it outside. I just finished cleaning.”
2.. My mother taught me RELIGION
“You better pray that will come out of the carpet.”
3.. My father taught me about TIME TRAVEL
“If you don’t straighten up, I’m going to knock you into the middle of next week!”
4.. My father taught me LOGIC
“Because I said so, that’s why.”
5.. My mother taught me MORE LOGIC
“If you fall out of that swing and break your neck, you’re not going to the store with me.”
6.. My mother taught me FORESIGHT .
“Make sure you wear clean underwear, in case you’re in an accident.”
7.. My father taught me IRONY
“Keep crying, and I’ll give you something to cry about.”
8.. My mother taught me about the science of OSMOSIS
“Shut your mouth and eat your supper.”
9.. My mother taught me about CONTORTIONISM
“Will you look at that dirt on the back of your neck!”
10. My mother taught me about STAMINA
“You’ll sit there until all that spinach is gone.”
11. My mother taught me about WEATHER
“This room of yours looks as if a tornado went through it.”
12. My mother taught me about HYPOCRISY
“If I told you once, I’ve told you a million times. Don’t exaggerate!”
13. My father taught me the CIRCLE OF LIFE
“I brought you into this world, and I can take you out of it.”
14.. My mother taught me about BEHAVIOR MODIFICATION
“Stop acting like your father!”
15. My mother taught me about ENVY
“There are millions of less fortunate children in this world who don’t have wonderful parents like you do.”
16. My mother taught me about ANTICIPATION
“Just wait until we get home.”
17. My mother taught me about RECEIVING
“You are going to get it from your father when you get home!”
18. My mother taught me MEDICAL SCIENCE
“If you don’t stop crossing your eyes, they are going to get stuck that way.”
19. My mother taught me ESP
“Put your sweater on; don’t you think I know when you are cold?”
20. My father taught me HUMOR
“When that lawn mower cuts off your toes, don’t come running to me.”
21. My mother taught me HOW TO BECOME AN ADULT
“If you don’t eat your vegetables, you’ll never grow up.”
22. My mother taught me GENETICS
“You’re just like your father.”
23. My mother taught me about my ROOTS
“Shut that door behind you. Do you think you were born in a barn?”
24. My mother taught me WISDOM
“When you get to be my age, you’ll understand.
25. My father taught me about JUSTICE
“One day you’ll have kids, and I hope they turn out just like you !”
Quote of the day: “Faith is not about everything turning out ok. It’s about being ok, no matter how things turn out.”
~Steve~ H/T Hujonwi
Have mercy on me, O God, in your goodness;
in the greatness of your compassion
wipe out my offense.
Thoroughly wash me from my guilt
and of my sin cleanse me.
For I acknowledge my offense,
and my sin is before me always:
“Against you only have I sinned,
and done what is evil in your sight.”
A clean heart create for me, O God,
and a steadfast spirit renew within me.
Cast me not out from your presence,
and your Holy Spirit take not from me.
Give me back the joy of your salvation,
and a willing spirit sustain in me.
O Lord, open my lips,
and my mouth shall proclaim your praise.
H/t friend of FOTM, Patriot USA
Though strong as an ox, my erstwhile friend, the faux socialist Stephanie, is allergic to work. She would take a temporary job and, when it ends, apply for unemployment benefits. When the benefits run out, she’ll go find another temp job. And so on…. She diagnosed herself as bipolar and got her therapist to sign her off as “depressive.” No doubt, she now collects Social Security Disability.
Though raised a Christian, Stephanie is a goddess cultist, wiccan witch, and rabidly anti-Christian. In a fit of self-pity, the perfectly healthy Stephanie once blurted to me: “Don’t tell me how Jesus had suffered. I’ve suffered more than Jesus!”
This post, “Remembering His Passion,” is for Stephanie, the “artist” Michael D’Antuono who painted the above blasphemous portrait of Obama in 2009, and all malignant narcissists who cheapen His memory by having the gall to compare themselves to Him.
After He and his disciples had observed the Passover meal in an upper room in a home in southwest Jerusalem, they traveled to the Mount of Olives, northeast of the city.
There, in the garden of Gethsemane, for 12 hours (from 9 PM Thursday to 9 AM Friday), He prayed. He saw all the sins of humanity — past, present, and future — and knew that the time of His death was near. Suffering great mental anguish, He sweated blood (hematidrosis). As a result of hemorrhage into the sweat glands, His skin became fragile and tender. In the cold night air, His hematidrosis would have produced chills.
Scourging or flogging was a legal preliminary to every Roman execution. The usual instrument was a short whip (flagellum) with several single or braided leather thongs of variable lengths, in which small iron balls or sharp pieces of sheep bones were tied at intervals. Occasionally, staves also were used.
He was stripped of his clothing, His hands tied to an upright post. His back, buttocks, and legs were flogged either by two soldiers or by one who alternated positions. The scourging was intended to weaken Him to a state just short of collapse or death.
As the Roman soldiers repeatedly struck His back with full force, the iron balls caused deep contusions, and the leather thongs and sheep bones cut into His skin and subcutaneous tissues.Then, as the flogging continued, the lacerations tore into His underlying skeletal muscles and produced quivering ribbons of bleeding flesh. Pain and blood loss set the stage for circulatory shock.
The Roman soldiers, amused that this weakened man had claimed to be a king, began to mock Him by placing a robe on his shoulders, a crown of thorns on His head, and a wooden staff as a scepter in His right hand. Next, they spat on Him and struck Him on the head with the wooden staff.
The crown of thorns was not a crown at all. It was probably a bush roughly applied, and tied on with rope.
The thorns probably came from the Lote Tree, a wild bush that still grows freely all over the Holy Land. This bush had thorns between one to two inches long. There are over 70 scalp wounds visible on the Shroud (of Turin).
The soldiers’ beating with the rods to His head covered with this crown would have caused severe bleeding. It is probable that the clump of thorns was removed before His tunic was put back onto His body, and then reapplied during the Crucifixion. The blood trickling down from the newly opened head wounds suggest that the thorns were reapplied before the Crucifixion.
Imagine the pain you’d feel if just one thorn, measuring 1 to 2 inches long, were stuck into your scalp.
The severe scourging, with its intense pain and appreciable blood loss, most probably left Him in a pre-shock state. Moreover, hematidrosis had rendered his skin particularly tender. The physical and mental abuse, as well as the lack of food, water, and sleep, also contributed to His generally weakened state. Therefore, even before the actual crucifixion, His physical condition was at least serious and possibly critical.
It was customary for the condemned man to carry his own cross from the flogging post to the site of crucifixion outside the city walls.
Since the weight of the entire cross was probably well over 300 lb., “only” the crossbar or patibulum — weighing 75 to 125 lb. – was carried. The patibulum was placed across the nape of His neck and balanced along both shoulders, His outstretched arms tied to the crossbar. The processional to the site of crucifixion was led by a complete Roman military guard, headed by a centurion.
The Romans did not invent crucifixions, but they perfected it as a form of torture and capital punishment designed to produce a slow death with maximum pain and suffering. It was one of the most disgraceful and cruelest methods of execution and usually was reserved only for slaves, foreigners, revolutionaries, and the vilest of criminals.
At the site of execution, by law, He was given a bitter drink of wine mixed with myrrh (gall) as a mild analgesic. He was then thrown to the ground on his back, with his arms outstretched along the patibulum.
His hands were nailed to the crossbar at the wrists. The nails were tapered iron spikes approximately 5 to 7 inches long with a square shaft 3/8 in. across.
Every breath He took was a struggle, seared with pain.
The weight of His body, pulling down on the outstretched arms and shoulders, fixed the intercostal muscles in an inhalation state and thereby hinder passive exhalation. Accordingly, exhalation was primarily diaphragmatic, and breathing was shallow. This form of respiration would not suffice and hypercarbia (abnormally-elevated carbon dioxide levels in the blood) soon resulted. The onset of muscle cramps or tetanic contractions, due to fatigue and hypercarbia, further hindered His breathing.
To exhale, He had to lift His body by pushing up on His feet, flexing His elbows and adducting His shoulders. However, this maneuver placed the entire weight of the body on His tarsals, producing searing pain. Furthermore, flexion of His elbows caused rotation of His wrists about the iron nails, causing fiery pain along the damaged median nerves. Lifting of the body also painfully scraped His scourged back against the rough wooden stipes. Muscle cramps and paresthesias (pins and needles) of the outstretched and uplifted arms added to the discomfort. As a result, each respiratory effort became agonizing and tiring and led eventually to asphyxia (depletion of oxygen to the body).
After “only” 3 to 6 hours hung on the cross, He breathed his last.
Today, Holy Thursday, April 17,2014, the universal Church celebrates Holy Thursday, the Last Supper, when Our Lord Jesus Christ, our Savior, instituted the Holy Eucharist and the Priesthood.
St. Paul tells us in Corinthians 11:23-26:
Brothers and sisters: I received from the Lord what I also handed on to you, that the Lord Jesus, on the night he was handed over, took bread, and after he had given thanks, broke it and said, “This is my body that is for you. Do this in remembrance of me.” In the same way also the cup, after supper, saying, “This cup is the new covenant in my blood. Do this, as often as you drink it, in remembrance of me.” For as often as you eat this bread and drink the cup, you proclaim the death of the Lord until he comes.
Jesus loved us so much, that he gave us this Sacrament of Love. We partake of Jesus, body, blood, soul and divinity, when we partake in this most Blessed Sacrament, the true presence of Our Lord, in the Sacrifice of the Mass. As St. Athanasius said, “God has made Himself accessible to us.”
We also celebrate the institution of the Priesthood, the Servants of the Servants of God. St. John tells us in today’s Gospel, 13:1-15:
Before the Feast of Passover, Jesus knew that his hour had come to pass from this world to the Father. He loved his own in the world and he loved them to the end. The devil had already induced Judas, son of Simon the Iscariot, to hand him over. So, during supper, fully aware that the Father had put everything into his power and that he had come from God and was returning to God, he rose from supper and took off his outer garments. He took a towel and tied it around his waist. Then he poured water into a basin and began to wash the disciples’ feet and dry them with the towel around his waist. He came to Simon Peter, who said to Him, “Master, are you going to wash my feet?” Jesus answered and said to Him, “What I am doing, you do not understand now, but you will understand later.” Peter said to Him, “You will never wash my feet.” Jesus answered Him, “Unless I wash you, you will have no inheritance with me.” Simon Peter said to Him, “Master, then not only my feet, but my hands and head as well.” Jesus said to Him, “Whoever has bathed has no need except to have his feet washed, for he is clean all over; so you are clean, but not all.” For he knew who would betray him; for this reason, he said, “Not all of you are clean.”
So when he had washed their feet and put his garments back on and reclined at table again, He said to them, “Do you realize what I have done for you? You call me ‘teacher’ and ‘master,’ and rightly so, for indeed I am. If I, therefore, the master and teacher, have washed your feet, you ought to wash one another’s feet. I have given you a model to follow, so that as I have done for you, you should also do.”
In this manner Jesus illustrated that his Priests are the Servants of the Servants of God, that they must take care of His flock, and are charged with the absolute ministry of service, the action of true love.
I look forward to attending this beautiful Mass tonight and I will pray that everyone in the world comes to Our Lord Jesus, who is Love and Mercy itself.
Catholic universities in the United States regularly sponsor not just nonChristian, but downright anti-Catholic, speakers and events, including pro-abortionists.
But the University of San Diego (USD) in southern California has gone even further with a drag show a week ago “starring” a transvestite-sodomite-satanist.
Here is California Catholic’s exclusive report, “University of San Diego Goes Satanic,” April 14, 2014:
Despite the pronouncement of the Vatican’s Congregation for Education that its two prior drag shows were a scandal, USD held its third drag show on Thursday, April 10.
The master of ceremonies for the event was the local professional transvestite/drag queen Tootie Nefertootie (below). His website reveals him to be a gay activist who aggressively promotes same-sex marriage.
Good and evil -
And their merits -
Men have argued through history -
As well they should!
Any child can see -
“Good is evil -
All evil is good”
Tootie stripped off the black robe but kept on the goat-horned headdress with a skimpy outfit. The headdress resembles the satanic symbol Baphomet, usually portrayed as a half-human and half-goat figure. The goat-horned image of Baphomet is the symbol for the Church of Satan.
The day following the drag show, during his Friday morning Mass at Casa Santa Marta, Pope Francis warned us that the Devil still exists and that he [the Devil] doesn’t want anyone to follow Christ. Also, in another speech on Friday, April 11, Pope Francis recognized the importance of gender when he made the following statement: “it is necessary to reaffirm the right of children to grow up in a family, with a father and a mother capable of creating an ideal environment for their development and emotional maturity.”
An article from the official Vatican News Service, Zenit, entitled “Gender Is Not A Choice”, illustrates some of the problems that result when society accepts the position that gender is malleable.
The drag show concluded with a student representative of USD Gay Pride thanking “the school for letting this happen…[because]…as you know some people may find this conversation uncomfortable…[however]…this is a testament to our…Catholic identity and our mission and values as a Catholic school to promote diversity and inclusion.”
The USD officials present at the drag show (some of whom participated as speakers and judges), again publicly maintained the university’s party line that the Catholic Church actually endorses “gender nonconformity”. Donors listed at the bottom of the program include Urban Mo’s, part of Mo’s Universe, which is a group of gay restaurants and bars in Hillcrest.
The president of the U. of San Diego is Mary E. Lyons, Ph.D. Here’s her contact info:
Phone (619) 260-4520
Fax (619) 260-6833
University of San Diego
Hughes Center 222
5998 Alcalá Park
San Diego, CA 92110
The bishop of the Diocese of San Diego is Cirilo Flores, D.D., J.D. Here’s his contact info:
Today, April 16th, the universal Church celebrates a most important saint, Bernadette Soubirous, the beautiful young lady whom Our Blessed Mother appeared to, which ultimately is the famous Shrine of Our Lady of Lourdes.
Bernadette was born in Lourdes, a town in Southern France, to a miller and homemaker, Her family lived in a run-down basement in an old building, experiencing great poverty. Bernadette suffered throughout her life from respiratory problems, from asthma. She was holy and virtuous and was a very bright lady, even though she found it difficult to be a student.
On one blessed day, February 11, 1858, the Blessed Mother of Our Lord Jesus Christ appeared to her in a cave above the banks of the Gave River near Lourdes. Our Lady visited Bernadette on 18 occasions, with the final appearance occurring on July 16th. Bernadette said that the lady was 16 or 17 years of age, who wore a white robe with a blue sash, with yellow roses covering her feet, and a large rosary hung on her right arm. In the March 25th vision, she told Bernadette, “I am the Immaculate Conception.” Bernadette indicated that the “Lady” instructed her to have a chapel built on the spot, and that the people were to come and wash in and drink of the water of the spring that had welled up from the very spot where Bernadette was instructed to dig.
These visions underwent tremendous and thorough investigations and scrutiny, not only by the Catholic Church, but by doctors and scientists and other secular individuals. The Catholic Church confirmed the authenticity of the apparitions in 1862, further setting forth that this event was worthy of faith. Indeed and in fact, Lourdes is one of the most popular Marian shrines in our world, with millions of individuals visiting this holy place. Miracles were reported at the shrine and in the waters of the spring, and approximately 64 of these miracles have been carefully and completely reviewed by doctors and scientists, confirming that there was no scientific or medical explanation for the cures. Nevertheless, there have been numerous cures attributed to the shrine but not investigated, physical and spiritual cures.
Bernadette continued to suffer from her respiratory health problems, and ultimately, she journeyed from Lourdes to Nevers and entered the novitiate of the Sisters of Notre Dame. Sadly, within four months of her arrival at the convent, she received the last rites of the Church and she was allowed to profess her final vows. However, she recovered to a point, that allowed her to serve as infirmarian and sacristan. Yet, her chronic health issues continued, and she died on April 16, 1879, 35 years of age.
Mother Josephine Forrestier began Bernadette’s cause for canonization. As part of this process, Bernadette’s coffin was opened after 30 years in the grave. Bernadette’s rosary rusted, her habit was frayed, but Bernadette was perfectly and most astoundingly, incorrupt. It looked like she had been sleeping.
On December 8, 1933, the Feast of the Immaculate Conception, Pope Pius X declared Bernadette Soubirous a Saint of the Catholic Church. Her actual feast day is February 18th, the day the Blessed Mother promised to make her happy, not in this life, but in the next. Yet, the Faithful have given her two more feast days – April 16th, the date of her death, and February 11th, the first time Our Lady appeared to her.
I have always loved St. Bernadette from my childhood up through the present day. Our Lady chose to appear to her so that people would come to love her Son, Jesus, and offering people cures of their health problems and other problems as well, through the power of Our Lord. Bernadette went through hell and back with the intense investigation and inquiries, and she answered truthfully and boldly, keeping in mind that she was sickly and fragile. I hope they are having a big party in heaven today for this most beautiful young lady, St. Bernadette. We love you and honor you today! Please pray for us, Bernadette, and help us to fight the terrible evils in the world. We thank God for you most lovely Bernadette! May we all follow your example of persistence in the Truth and your love of Our Lord Jesus Christ and His Blessed Mother.
Sources: Franciscan Media; EWTN; Vatican website
See also “Our Lady of Lourdes,” Feb. 11, 2014.
Yesterday was Palm Sunday, the beginning of the holiest week in Christianity.
If you went to Mass yesterday, you would have received a long piece of palm leaf.
This video gives very easy-to-follow instructions on how you can make a cross from your palm!