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Angels never cease to fascinate. I am so grateful for our Angel Guardians. They do so much for us, yet we often don’t think of them as persons, indeed, persons who want nothing other for us than the will of God, which they have been sent to us, by God, to fulfill and then enjoy the happiness of Heaven. Imagine, such sublime creatures, persons without bodies, not limited by space or time, come to serve our best interests which simultaneously beholding the face of God! What a gift.

Let’s drill into the hymn in the Roman Breviary for the Feast of the Guardian Angels.

“Custódes hóminum, psállimus Angelos“, traditionally attributed to St. Robert Bellarmine (but probably not possible – its already in a MSS before his birth), consists of four stanzas (12.12.12.8). This hymn is a little different in its meter than other hymns in the Roman liturgy, because it uses the ancient quantitative syllables, rather than the later simple word stress. It is in a meter used by Horace, Third Asclepiadian, which consists of a three Asclepiads (— — | — — | — u u — | — u u — | u —) and a Glyconic (– – – u u – u –), as in his Ode 3.30 which has the opening line “exegi monumentum aere perennius… I have built a monument which will last more years than bronze,…”. An important feature of Asclepiadians is the caesura, a pause within the line which balances divisions. These pauses give the verse a musical quality.

The opening, Custodes hominum psallimus Angelos, identifies these angels by office they are given by god: “guardians of men.” The next phrase, naturae fragili, is important. Human nature is not treated as evil, but as frail, exposed, and in need of assistance. God the Father therefore addidit these caelestes comites, heavenly companions. There is an echo of Psalm 90(91):11, “He hath given his angels charge over thee, to keep thee in all thy ways,” and especially of Matthew 18:10, where Christ says that the angels of the little ones “always see the face of my Father who is in heaven.” The hymn also belongs to the wider biblical tradition in which angels guard both individuals and peoples, as in Exodus 23:20, Tobias 5–12, and Daniel 10.
In the first stanza we have images of warfare, which is Pauline (6:12).  The Guardian Angel is in this context.  The second stanza says why the conflict between the angels started.  There was a “traitor angel” (cf. Isaiah 14, Ezekiel 28, Luke 10:18, and Apocalypse 12). Satan’s defining passion is invidia, envy. The third stanza is an invocation.  The reference to patria, homeland, which expands the angels’ mission to more than individuals.  In the fourth, doxology, stanza, I love that machina image for the three-fold ordering of the cosmos: Heaven, Earth and Hell.  They are all governed by the numen of the Trinity.

Custódes hóminum psállimus Angelos,
Natúræ frágili quos Pater áddidit
Cæléstis cómites, insidiántibus
Ne succúmberet hóstibus.
We sing of the angels, guardians of mankind,
Whom the heavenly Father assigned as companions
To our fragile nature, lest it succumb
To the snares of the enemy.
Nam, quod corrúerit próditor ángelus,
Concéssis mérito pulsus honóribus,
Ardens invídia péllere nítitur
Quos cælo Deus ádvocat.
For the traitor angel, having fallen
And been justly cast out from his high honors,
Now burns with envy and strives to drive away
Those whom God calls to heaven.
Huc, custos, ígitur pérvigil ádvola,
Avértens pátria de tibi crédita
Tam morbos ánimi quam requiéscere
Quidquid non sinit íncolas.
Come, then, O ever-watchful guardian,
And ward off from the flock entrusted to you
Both the maladies of the soul and all things
That rob its inhabitants of their peace.
Sanctæ sit Tríadi laus pia iúgiter,
Cuius perpétuo númine máchina
Triplex hæc régitur, cuius in ómnia
Regnat glória saecula.
Amen.
May there be ceaseless, devout praise to the Holy Trinity,
By whose eternal will this threefold universe
Is governed, and whose glory reigns
Throughout all ages.
Amen.

Here’s a lovely musical version:

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It is getting harder to recognize the Church in its visible entities…

Rememeber… the TLM must be supressed, but THIS is okay!

From LifeSite:

(LifeSiteNews) — It has come to light that the bishop of Raleigh, North Carolina presided over a shamanistic “smudging” ceremony to celebrate St. Catherine “Kateri” Tekakwitha, who rejected her native Mohawk religion.

Pascua Taqui tribe member Richard Duran led the congregation of Holy Cross Catholic Church in Durham in a “smudging” ceremony in July, according to an archived page of North Carolina Catholics, a diocesan publication. Smudging is a shamanic ritual that involves burning herbs and resins to “cleanse” a space of negative energy and “brin(g) in good spirits,” according to a Native American site. The smoke is “shared with people as an act of prayer and spiritual connection,” NC Catholics reported.

“Father David Miller, who is chaplain to the Native American Catholic Community in the diocese and has ancestral ties to the Shawnee, Lenape and Cherokee tribes of his home state of Oklahoma, offered a traditional prayer in the four directions,” the report stated.

The prayer in the four directions is a pagan prayer traditionally understood to be directed to the Creator but also calls upon “spirits” associated with the North, South, East and West.

[…]

Exorcists tell me that when you invoke a “spirit” with a name, you give authority to that demon to do thing.

But… try to kneel for Communion of Almighty GOD Incarnate… use a little lace… celebrate ad orientem as all our forebears did….

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Fr. Z says PLEASE endorse Fr. McTeigue!

I WARMLY ask you to check out Fr. McTeigue’s fundraiser. He is terrific. I say that about a JESUIT. Ask yourself, “How often does Fr. Z say that a Jesuit is ‘terrific’? He must be really spiffing!”

He is indeed.

They are doing this live on YOUTUBE… I can’t speak to their schedule.

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ROME 26/10– Day 01: A rocky beginning

Today in Rome, the sun rose at 06:39 and it set at 18:54. The Ave Maria Bell was to ring at 19:15.

It is/was in the Novus Ordo calendar the Feast of St. Terese, patroness of the mission and Doctor. She’s my gal. I have two 1st class relics of her in the Chapel of the Two Trinities. She has been good to me. I’m asking her to be good to me again, along with St. Raphael, and the English martyrs, many of whom studied just up the street from my place.

There are 92 days left in the calendar year.

The rest of the trip, continued from HERE

The place was a new A350 which was really quiet.    The seats were okay on the side of “meh”.  Screens good.  The chess game on the system is really bad.

Food.  This was hands down one of the most disgusting meals I’ve had on Delta in years.  It was a “Thai” chicken … thing.  They’ve had it before and it was gag-downable.  The chicken was mealy.  The rice.  One taste and … nope.   I ate part of a tasteless (thank you Lord) roll and half a cup of white wine/washing machine cleanser.   I’m bringing my own next time.  (BTW when I have flown business, the food was very good.)

Security was sparsely besieged and though there were dire warnings about delays from the new digital gear, it was fast.  Luggage was fast.

Then I left the customs area to get a cab and the pain began.  I usually arrive early in the morning and basically walk into a cab or I have a driver pre-positioned.  This time, though in customs and baggage it was pretty calm, out in the corridor it was total chaos.   The cab line snaked on folded on itself several times and then went down the hall.   I guessed it would be well over an hour.  However, a gal who worked for the airport came by and was helping the two ladies in front of me to set up UBER and tell them how to get there.   When she was done with them I spoke to her in Italian and chatted about where the UBER meeting place.  I explained that I wasn’t feeling the greatest and a long walk wasn’t welcome.  She invited me out of the line, took me through a side exit to the head of the cab line.  Bless her.  Bless her.  Bless her.   She was really sweet.

Live and learn.  I haven’t come via some origin other than JFK for a while.  Alas.

My cab driver and I chatted about his young and expanding family, goings on in Rome, politics including US (a Trump fan) and that he’s about to have another child soon.  I tipped him well and got his private card.  Great guy.

I didn’t take any photos on the way in because of our talking.   But I got this on the way into the Via Giulia.

From being dropped at my door, I put my things in the apartment and immediately went to the grocer and the pharmacy.

I stayed in today.  No photos from wandering at all.

I am not feeling well and I ask for your prayers.  I’m hoping and praying that it is nothing serious.  We shall see.  Sorry about being a little cryptic about it, but it is necessary.

Tonight, I managed a little supper, this post, my online chores, some apartment things… and that’s enough for now.

Tomorrow is the Feast of the Holy Angels.

Thank you, Guardian Angels.

UPDATE:

Now… there’s another office that needs clearing… long over due.

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My View For Awhile – Flight Day

And we’re off!

Strange thing: not another car at the curb at drop off, no one in line at checkin, and I the only person at security!  Even the agents were surprised.

The airport is quiet.

A snack.

So far so good.

I ask your prayers.

UPDATE

The flight was really bumpy, so there was no cabin service.  And the seats… good grief.

At check-in I asked if upgrade seat had been unblocked.  “Yes.  There’s one for $4078.”

Anyway I’m in the lounge for a while but I may leave and stroll a bit.

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A Roman Mystery: The Lost Tomb of St. Jerome

Here’s an oldie post for this Feast of St. Jerome.


If there have to be reality TV shows or treasure hunt movies, I propose finding the tomb of St. Jerome (+420) in the Basilica of St. Mary Major in Rome.

I may write a novel!  It would have vampires, I think, and maybe the Mossad.

I have posted something in the past about Jerome’s burial place.  Here it is again.

This is an interesting story and I dug into it a little. This is what I found.

We read in J.N.D. Kelly’s work Jerome: His Life, Writings, and Controversies (Duckworth, 1975, p. 333 – emphasis mine US HERE) :

Apocryphal lives extolling [Jerome’s] sanctity, even his miracles,

were quick to appear, and in the eighth century he was to be acclaimed, along with Ambrose, Augustine, and Gregory the Great, as one of the four Doctors of the Church.[2] In the middle ages his works were eagerly copied, read, and pillaged; while towards the end of the thirteenth century the clergy of Santa Maria Maggiore, at Rome, were to persuade the

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public, perhaps themselves too, that his remains had been transported from Bethlehem to Italy, and could be venerated close to certain presumed fragments of the Saviour’s crib.[3]

Note 2: This was formally ratified by Pope Boniface VIII on 20 Sept. 1295: see Corpus iuris canonici II, 1059 (ed. E. Freidburg, Leipzig, 1879-81). The original number four (the list was later to be greatly expanded) was chosen so that the Doctors could match the Evangelists.

Note 3: The story of their alleged translation, in response to a visionary appearance of Jerome himself, is set out by J. Stilting in Acta Sanctorum XLVI, Sept. VIII, 636 (Antwerp, 1762); it is reprinted in PL 22, 237-40. Stilting also provides a discussion of its date, veracity, etc. on pp. 635-49.

In the Acta Sanctorum for 30 September, under the entry for St. Jerome, …

…we find the following section with its articles:

LXV. Corpus Sancti ex Palestina Romam translatum, depositumque in basilica s. Mariae Majoris. The body of the saint was brought to Rome from Palestine, and put in the Basilica of St. Mary Major.
LXVI. Inquiritur tempus quo Sancti corpus Romam delatum. An investigation is made into the time when the body of the saint was brought back to Rome.
LXVII. Corpus Sancti depositum prope aediculam Praesepis, conditum deinde ibidem altare, sub quo positum, ubi mansit usque ad pontificatum Sixti V, quando dicitur clanculum ablatum & absconditum. The body of the saint was placed near to the small chamber of the Crib, established then right at the same altar, under which it was placed, where it remained until the pontificate of Sixtus V, when it is said to have been secretly taken away and hidden.
LXVIII. Corpus Sancti clanculum ablatum & absconditum dicitur, ne transferretur alio a Sixto V: deinde frequenter frustra quaesitum. The body of the saint is said to have been secretly taken away and hidden lest it were to be transferred to another place by Sixtus V: aftward it is frequently sought in vain.
LXIX. An reliquae, sub altari principe S. Mariae Majoris inventae, videantur illae ipsae, quae ut corpus S. Hieronymi ad illam basilicam fuerunt translatae. Whether the relics found under the main altar of St. Mary Major which had been transferred to that Basilica seem to be the very same as the body of St. Jerome.
LXX. Admodum verisimile & probabile inventas esse S. Hieronymi. Clearly the [relics] found are most like and probably of Saint Jerome.
LXXI. Respondetur ad objectionem ex reliquiis Nepesinis: reliquiae, quae verisimiliter sunt S. Hieronymi sub mensa principis altaris depositae. An objection is answered about the relics at Nepi: relics placed under the main altar which more than likely are those of St. Jerome.
LXXII. Reliquiae Sancti in pluribus civitatibus Italiae, Galliae, Germaniae, Belgii, & aliis provinciis. The relics of the saint in more cities in Italy, France, Germany, Belgium and other provinces.
LXXIII. Cultus S. Hieronymi: festivitates eius & Officia. The veneration of St. Jerome: his feasts and offices.

Meanwhile, the canons of St. Mary Major hold that the bones of Jerome are inside the main altar under the baldachin.  Also, the altar is upheld by four lion’s paws.  Coincidence?

Others say his body is in the Sistine Chapel of St. Mary Major, to the right as you face the main altar, where the Blessed Sacrament is reposed and where the tombs of Popes Sixtus V and St. Pius V are found.

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ASK FATHER: WDTPRS – “What to do when the new and old Vulgates differ, the entire context is changed?”

From a reader…

QUAERITUR:

What is one to do when the new and old Vulgates differ to such a high degree, the entire context is changed? What context is correct?

For example, Psalm 143 from the traditional translation presents the psalmist as desiring rescue from a foreign people, who he describes as, “Their sons are like fresh plants in their youth, their daughters are adorned like a temple, their sheep are plentiful, there’s no outcry in their streets, etc.” The final line provides the context and meaning behind the psalm: “They call those who have such things blessed, but blessed are those whose God is the Lord.”

The newer translation for Psalm 144, in comparison, no longer describes the blessings as belonging to the foreign people. It is now, “May our sons in their youth be like fresh plants, our daughters like pillars cut for a palace, may our sheep increase by thousands, and no outcry in our streets, etc.” The final line is now, “Blessed are those who have such things, blessed are those whose God is the Lord.”

Am I wrong, or are these two interpretations diametrically opposed to one another? The traditional meaning essentially implying that it is better to not have these things, as long as one possesses God, whereas the newer meaning more or less promotes a similar message to the prosperity gospel. How does one determine which context is correct?

Hard stuff.  It challenges me to scrub the rust off of my Patristic training.   It seems appropriate to respond on the Feast of St Jerome.

Pius XII supplied the relevant Catholic principle in Divino afflante Spiritu 20–22, that is, the Council of Trent’s recognition of the Vulgate concerns its ecclesiastical use and doctrinal reliability.  It does not establish its superiority to the original language texts in every textual detail. Ven. Pius encouraged recourse to those texts while maintaining respect for the Vulgate.  You may therefore continue praying the traditional text with confidence even as you know about the sound textual basis of the other reading.

That said, the difference deserves explanation.   This isn’t the easiest stuff to navigate.

A starting point is that the Hebrew-based reading was translated by St. Jerome. In his Psalterium iuxta Hebraeos, Psalm 143:12 begins “ut sint filii nostri … that our sons may be”. Verse 15 begins “beatus populus cuius talia sunt… blessed the people whose possessions are such.”  Hence, the difference existed within ancient Latin biblical tradition long before the Nova Vulgata (Neo-Vulgate).  Jerome’s Hebrew Psalter and the Greek-based Psalter preserved different readings. The latter became the familiar traditional liturgical text.

What follows?

The traditional reading does not imply that flourishing children, flocks, food and peace  are undesirable. Its warning concerns equating their possession with true happiness. St. Augustine commented on this passage.  He refuses to condemn the people simply because of their prosperity. Instead, says the fault is their judgment about what makes a people happy, “blessed” (en in ps 143). The point is that these things cannot substitute for the happiness found in God, and that one must prefer God over any created, earthly advantages.

Anyway, from the point of view of the received Hebrew text, the Hebrew-based version is more linguistically accurate. On the other hand, the merely linguistic put aside, the traditional Latin liturgical text from the Greek-based text, along with its Patristic interpretation, is indispensable and it constitutes through Tradition and liturgical use its own theological locus.

So, I’ll circle back to what Pius XII said, at the top.

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Feast of St. Michael the Archangel, and old project, and a plot

It being the Feast of St. Michael the Archangel, I am minded of a project a few years ago during the Amazonian Together Walking when the demon idol was venerated in the Vatican Gardens and the demonic idol bowl was ordered by Francis to be placed on the altar above the bones of St. Peter.

There was an initiative to get priests world-wide to recite – at a fixed time – Leo XIII’s Prayer of Exorcism (the so-called long prayer to St Michael – Chapter 3 of Title XI in the Rituale Romanum.) with the intention of expelling diabolical influence from the Vatican.

I fully believe that this is still necessary.

Priests can recite Chapter 3 privately without special permission.  That is not what it will say in your old Rituale.  The Pontifical Commission “Ecclesia Dei” wrote (my emphases) in 2018 to Bp. Dewayne of Venice, FL, that “this prayer should not be used publicly or privately over persons without express permission of the local Ordinary. Further, public use over places or objects is also prohibited without the permission of the Ordinary.  The prayer may be said privately by priests as part of their personal prayer.”  This draws on the 29 Sept 1985 letter from the CDF concerning exorcisms.

This prayer can be prayed publicly over places, etc., specifically as rite of exorcism, but that would require the permission of the local Ordinary.  This project, on the other hand, was private recitation by priests who happen to have gathered in the same place – and they can be in other places, too – for the sake of praying against demonic influence in the Vatican.

Who can doubt that the Devil is constantly on the attack? Who can doubt that prayer by priests against the Devil’s attack is a good thing?

I’ve posted before that I made recordings of the Latin of Chapter 3, the long Prayer to St. Michael for the use of priests and bishops to work on their pronunciation. HERE

NB: Lay People!  Do NOT use this prayer!  Instead, pray the beautiful Lorica of St. Patrick.  PRAYERCAzT: The Lorica of St. Patrick – text and recording

That said, and in view of the events in the Diocese of Libville recently, here’s a rendering of what that proposal might look like were it to become a regular practice in the Eternal City, to give spiritual support to the Holy Father by praying for the purification of the environs in which he must carry out his heavy mandate.

But such an initiative would not be appreciated by the Enemy.

Nor the Enemy’s clerical agents….


Rome.

The afternoon hangs crooked over the small square, its shadows stretching across the cobbles like jailhouse stripes. The church looms above it all, poker-faced and saying nothing. Beyond the Tiber, the Cupola surveys the City like a boss you don’t cross.

The World’s Best Sacristan™ shows up early, giving half an hour to a clock that isn’t his. At the side door of the sacristy, he scans left and right. A few tourists, a few locals. Cobbles and shop doors. He thumbs his phone, pockets it, and ducks inside.

That’s the signal.

All through the neighborhood, priests emerge from alleys and around corners. Cassocks hang like trench coats, Saturnos ride low, and rosaries swing like brass knuckles. Satchels gripped tight, they walk with deliberate steps, eyes cutting across cars and faces. Maybe there are tails from the Vicariate. Maybe there’s nothing. Hats tip to the polite; the punks get stone stares. One by one, the priests disappear into the church, while the Great Roman™ takes up a watchful position by the door.

Inside, the Sacristan brings the place to life. Switches flip, candles catch, and the thurible begins to scorch. They can sense St. Michael already there, sword drawn, staring mean and ready to go.

A priest steps in wearing a gold cope and humeral veil that shine like oncoming headlights through fog. The Blessed Sacrament is exposed. More cassocks arrive, knees bend, and the pews begin to fill. Some priests stay in the aisles, standing like statues in black.

Silence settles over them until a bell chimes like a starter pistol.

Rosaries come down on wood. Black books slide out like heaters before a job. The scrap is on.

Latin pours out like bourbon, smooth and golden. Every voice has its own edge, its own accent, but the words cut clean. This ain’t mumbling. This is battle.

The sound fades slowly, one voice and then another, though some keep whispering. Four priests make for the confessionals. Violet stoles carry grace into the dark: heavy priestly hearts go in, light ones come out. Business handled.

The door keeps swinging. More cassocks arrive, and the prayer goes on. One delayed priest leans toward his brother and whispers, “Amice, non est mihi liber. Tuum, ut recitam…?” A smile, a handoff, and the Rituale slides across the wood like contraband.

The war machine keeps grinding, time ticking away while prayers rise like smoke from the thurible in the sanctuary.

Then the bell sounds again. Benediction. Chant gathers thick beneath the vault, and the Divine Praises rise through the haze. The tabernacle closes, the key is tucked away, and the curtains are straightened.

Genuflections. Sunlight.

Back on the street, the priests go their separate ways, some alone, some in pairs or groups, taking scattered routes through scattered shadows.

One cleric crosses the Tiber by way of the nearby Ponte Sisto, its great circular water passage yawning beneath him like an exit wound. Past shops, cars, and gates, his eyes keep cutting toward the corners. The Vicariate. He remembers the advice. Priests have been burned before.

At the coffee bar, the open door sends out the smell of coffee grounds and floor cleaner. He stops dead as his rosary vanishes into a pocket. His free hand flexes, knuckles tightening before they loosen again. Then he steps inside.

“Tracer.”

At the counter, the only client tosses off his doppio caffè corretto al vetro. He lifts the brim of his fedora and turns from the bar toward the cassocked silhouette framed against the light.

“Monsignore.”

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Full contact martial arts as mandatory seminary training.

I was in full contact Taekwondo for years, and fencing (epee).

I think seminarians should be schooled in cooking, sewing, basic electrician repair, etc., and martial arts.

It’s synodal!  It’s in … Vatican II!  I don’t repost this because of the writer’s shot at Leo.  Try to have a brain.

Am I wrong?

(Not to mention CC training, which teaches all manner of helpful things about situational awareness and de-escalation.)

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Asking for a friend….

Pope Leo went to France and said a lot of things.

Among the things he said…

And with you, Europe, firmly rooted in its heritage, will continue to flourish and to inspire the whole world.

To the French Bishops he said…

In this way, you carry forward the heritage you have received from your forefathers in the faith, stretching back to the earliest times of the evangelization of your country.

[…]

Pope Francis wrote to you on the occasion of the reopening of Notre-Dame Cathedral in Paris: “I invite all the baptized who will joyfully enter this Cathedral to feel a legitimate sense of pride, and to reclaim their faith heritage. Dear faithful of Paris and France, this dwelling, which our heavenly Father inhabits, is yours; you are its living stones. Those who preceded you in the faith built it for you” (Message of Pope Francis on the occasion of the Reopening of Notre-Dame Cathedral in Paris, 7 December 2024). Encouraging the baptized to “reclaim their heritage of faith” is now part of your mission as Pastors, as you seek the renewal of the Church in France.

[…]

QUAERITUR:

What is this “heritage” of which he spoke?  Of what is it comprised?

Isn’t the Traditional Latin Mass, Usus Antiquior, which has Gallican influences and was then celebrated in a settled form for half a millennium or so at least part of, not to say “rooted” in, France’s…

… heritage?

…. heritage of faith?

…faith heritage?

… heritage you have received from your forefathers in the faith?

Asking for a friend.

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