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Coat of Arms by D Burkart
St. John Eudes
- Prosper of Aquitaine (+c.455), De gratia Dei et libero arbitrio contra Collatorem 22.61
“He [Satan] will set up a counter-Church which will be the ape of the Church because, he the devil, is the ape of God. It will have all the notes and characteristics of the Church, but in reverse and emptied of its divine content. It will be a mystical body of the anti-Christ that will in all externals resemble the mystical body of Christ. In desperate need for God, whom he nevertheless refuses to adore, modern man in his loneliness and frustration will hunger more and more for membership in a community that will give him enlargement of purpose, but at the cost of losing himself in some vague collectivity.”
“Who is going to save our Church? Not our bishops, not our priests and religious. It is up to you, the people. You have the minds, the eyes, and the ears to save the Church. Your mission is to see that your priests act like priests, your bishops act like bishops.”
- Fulton Sheen
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- C.S. Lewis
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"But if, in any layman who is indeed imbued with literature, ignorance of the Latin language, which we can truly call the 'catholic' language, indicates a certain sluggishness in his love toward the Church, how much more fitting it is that each and every cleric should be adequately practiced and skilled in that language!" - Pius XI
"Let us realize that this remark of Cicero (Brutus 37, 140) can be in a certain way referred to [young lay people]: 'It is not so much a matter of distinction to know Latin as it is disgraceful not to know it.'" - St. John Paul II
Grant unto thy Church, we beseech Thee, O merciful God, that She, being gathered together by the Holy Ghost, may be in no wise troubled by attack from her foes. O God, who by sin art offended and by penance pacified, mercifully regard the prayers of Thy people making supplication unto Thee,and turn away the scourges of Thine anger which we deserve for our sins. Almighty and Everlasting God, in whose Hand are the power and the government of every realm: look down upon and help the Christian people that the heathen nations who trust in the fierceness of their own might may be crushed by the power of thine Arm. Through our Lord Jesus Christ, Thy Son, who liveth and reigneth with Thee in the unity of the Holy Ghost, God, world without end. R. Amen.

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Wow! These photos have been great & wonderful. I would love to see them bound in a booklet.
The photos from Rome continue, excellent.
Fr. Z, I caught up with Tracer Bullet briefly. I resupplied him with Lucky Strikes and gin, then asked “how’s business in Rome?” I’m not sure I should have. He lit a Lucky Strike, from out of nowhere a saxophone player appeared, and Tracer began to speak.
“It was evening in the Eternal City near the Emanuele Bridge, the kind of evening where the sky was more Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse than In Hoc Signo Vinces. At the stairway leading up from the Tiber to the Bridge some urban peasant in a shabby coat was trying to sell me a newspaper. I wasn’t so sure.
“The newspapers are like crazy uncles these days, blurting out all sorts of things. Union bosses were clamoring for more men and movie actresses were spreading disease. Or maybe it was the other way around.
“What the newspapers didn’t talk about was Pius XII and Jewish refugees hidden ’round the city. Mussolini’s OVRA boys didn’t talk much about them either. They spent most of their time barracking in the cafes, stuffing their faces with rigatoni and grappa, while the poor waitresses daydreamed about taking the veil. So Himmler sent in the SS. Leather-coated thugs crawled through the streets of Rome like sick roaches.
“Anyway, then a boat pulled up at the landing under the bridge. Two men in leather coats got out. Something was on their minds more than just their hats, and it wasn’t a picnic in a sunlit meadow. The big, ugly one looked like he had a bright future in the xenophobia racket. The tall, thin one looked like he just climbed out of his coffin for a night on the town. The man in the boat said something and the two SS men turned and yelled back at him.
“Well, I’ve got plenty of friends. I also got plenty of enemies. Didn’t need any more. I asked the peasant for yesterday’s paper, I needed the sports section. His eyes flickered briefly and he grunted he was sold out. I folded a five-Reichsmark note and said ‘keep the change.’ He handed me the paper from the bottom of the stack. ‘Virtus et Honor’ he said. ‘Maranatha,’ I replied, tipping my fedora, then I climbed the stairs to the Bridge.”