Two weeks ago, the tabernacle, including Our Lord present in repose inside, along with several sacred vessels, was stolen from St Augustine and St Monica Parish on Detroit, Michigan’s east side. Today, although the lock on the tabernacle is damaged and it no longer closes, all has been returned. The items were brought back by [...]

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“I have always believed that there is a certain kind of Catholic (mostly male and mostly heterosexual), acutely aware of his own sinfulness, for whom AmChurch will just never get the job done. If there had been no old rite to come back to I think Gibson would have jumped out that window he talked [...]

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Sometimes this business requires restraint — not one of my strong suits. Today we’re printing a liturgical booklet for a Catholic wedding anniversary (50th). There is, apparently, a Mass in there somewhere. Among the prayers: “…almighty God and Maker, we worship you…” “…Lord Jesus Christ, only Son of the Maker …” “…in the Glory of [...]

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The leaves are fading and falling, The winds are rough and wild, The birds have ceased their calling, But let me tell you, my child, Though day by day, as it closes, Doth darker and colder grow, The roots of the bright red roses Will keep alive in the snow. And when the winter is [...]

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Dance to the beat of the rain, little Fern, And spread out your palms again, And say, “Tho’ the Sun Hath my vesture spun, He hath labored, alas, in vain, But for the shade That the Cloud hath made, And the gift of the Dew and the Rain.” Then laugh and upturn All your fronds, [...]

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I have got a new-born sister. I was nigh the first that kissed her. When the nursing-woman brought her To papa, his infant daughter, How papa’s dear eyes did glisten! She will shortly be to christen, And papa has made the offer I shall have the naming of her. Now, I wonder what would please [...]

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Have you ever heard the wind go “Yooooo”? ‘Tis a pitiful sound to hear! It seems to chill you through and through With a strange and speechless fear. ‘Tis the voice of the night that broods outside When folk should be asleep, And many and many’s the time I’ve cried To the darkness brooding far [...]

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To qualify as a paleo-conservative in some circles it seems as though one must enlist in a militant crusade to preserve the “white race”, or at the very least, to maintain “racial distinctions” against whatever threatens to erode them. My response is that a program of maintaining racial distinctions when nature does not cooperate (i.e., [...]

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