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October 24th, 2016

Iced Cakes and Cacothanasia

If you’ve been watching the news today, you’ll know that the brave Protestant couple in Belfast who defied the bullying  sodomite lobby have lost their appeal and are now likely to be subjected to further persecution.  I haven’t quoted Fr Hunwicke for some time, but his comments on this grotesque business are, once again, spot on. I don’t imagine they will shame our Most Reverend Fathers in God into speaking out in solidarity, but I suppose the attempt is worth while:

News has come through that the Ulster Appeal Court has published its judgment on the case of the Protestant Bakery fined for refusing to ice homosexualist propaganda onto a cake. The conviction stands. So does this mean that the homosexualists will be able to queue up outside the bakery daily to make the same requests until the fines and damages bankrupt the business? The ‘Gay Marriage’ which the cake was intended to demand is in fact not legal in Northern Ireland; so will followers of other non-legal causes such as paederasts or murderers be able to employ the same logic and order cakes with the message ‘Free Inter-generation Love’ or ‘Cacothanasia Now’, and profitably take their cases through the courts?

Incidentally, has the Catholic hierarchy been speaking in sympathy for these Protestants who, at personal risk, espouse the teaching of the Church on some sexual matters? Is it not part of the Church’s ecumenical policy, since Vatican II, to affirm with joy those ‘elements of the Church’ which may be found among Separated Brethren?

At the same time, we have another trendy policy: the suppression of the convictions of subjects of the Crown who were convicted of homosexual acts back in the days when such acts were illegal. I rather wonder how far back these historical amnesties will go. Will they merely encompass those still alive? I could see a certain human kindliness in that. OK. But if the game goes back to embrace the now dead (as it did in the case of the pardon granted to Alan Turing), the additional question, surely, arises of How Far Back Do We Go? What logic could there be in having any particular cut-off point anywhere? Similar questions arise with regard to the granting of Free Pardons to those shot for cowardice during the First War.

And what about the women burned as witches? The Protestants burned under Henry VIII and his off-spring and the Catholics HDQed under Bloody Bess? Titus Oates’ victims? Those executed after the ’45? Casement and Lord Haw Haw?

But, of course, under our Constitution, Parliament can do anything. What a lot of problems this can solve. Changing the Past is a prime example of what the ancients called an adunaton, an impossible thing. If all the adunata are now potentially dunata, why stop at any fashionable or convenient fantasy? Why only reconstruct the Past by decree? Why this prejudice against also reconstructing by administrative fiat the Present and the Future? Why doesn’t Parliament just enact that Global Warming has never happened and is not happening? Instead of erecting expensive flood defences, why don’t we just have an Order in Council enacting that the Somerset Levels will not be flooded? We could all live happily for ever after, in Fairyland, especially the people of Somerset, who would be comforted by the sure and certain reassurance that the water swirling round their necks could not possibly be a flood.

Winston in 1984 spent his entire working life rewriting the past. I wonder if Orwell ever suspected how soon his sick prophecy would be made into a gruesome reality.

I don’t for one moment think there is any real desire for ‘justice’ involved in daft attempts to rewrite the past.

It is simply a matter of the homosexualist ideologues making clear ‘We are the Masters now, and we want to watch you bastards squirm’. In the idiolect of the Zeitgeist, this is called ‘Diversity’.

What a very unpleasant spectacle it all is.

In case your Greek is a little rusty, cacothanasia is  bad death—the opposite of euthanasia. HDQ is Hanging, Drawing and Quartering. Alan Turing was a computer genius whose work contributed greatly to the Allied victory in the battle of the Atlantic. He was convicted of gross indecency with another man.

Coincidentally, I see the militant sodomites  are now actually  beginning to admit that a large percentage of  Nazi thugs preferred their vice versa. One of them (a militant sodomite, not a Nazi)  has written an interesting article about this in the Huffington Post.  I’ll tell you about that in my next post.

Of course, under the Constitution of the Republic, despite the reference in the prologue to the Holy and Undivided Trinity, it is now quite OK for  a man to “marry” another man. Or for a woman to “ marry” another woman, although quite what Lesbians do I don’t know. I suppose I could find out on  Google, but I don’t think I really want to.

 

October 19th, 2016

Joanna and the King of Siam

It’s a year ago today since the funeral in Dalkey of our beloved daughter Joanna, who died of liver cancer at the age of 48 and is buried in Shanganagh within sight of  the Dublin/Wicklow mountains.

      Joanna Lowry McCann

And with the morn those angel faces smile,

Which I have loved long since, and lost awhile

—Blessed John Henry Newman

In paradisum deducant te angeli

Everyone thinks their own children are unique, but I honestly believe that all who met her thought she was too. Her great friend Alexia Kelly brought this out so well in her eulogy, published in this blog about this time last year. Joanna was the only one of our four whom I was quite unable to discipline.  Much to my own mother’s annoyance, whenever I tried to call Joanna to order she would always fix me with a particular look, and no matter how ferociously I frowned she would say “Daddy’s laughing”. I would struggle to conceal my amusement by emulating the expression adopted by the Roman soldiers in the infamous Monty Python film. (You may recall how they twisted their upper and lower lips together  but ended up yelping with laughter despite threats of being sent to the gladiatorial arena.)

My elder son Joe was unable to be with us at this time, but we were very glad to get this message from his Facebook page, in Thailand:

Heartfelt thanks to all of you for all your good wishes to our family yesterday, the first anniversary of my little sister’s passing. Mass this morning at Assumption Cathedral here in Bangkok was offered by Fr John Murray for “Our brother King Bumibohl and our sister, Joanna”

An honour, any way you look at it.

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Assumption Cathedral, Bangkok

I didn’t ask for any special music, but the choir opened with a spirited version of “Amazing Grace”, and at Communion, “Eagle’s Wings”. This is a pretty crazy coincidence – when we were kids on holidays in Donegal we found a monument to a downed WW2 pilot on a lonely strand. The inscription read “I raised you on eagle’s wings and bore you to Myself”. Joanna loved it and copied it into a notebook. It was one of the possible verses that her husband and I spoke about for her own headstone.

It was played at the same point during her funeral Mass.

Then ­“How great thou art”… Another of her favourites and one Lena and I had at our wedding. Then nine minutes silence for the King, and a beautiful, tender “Pie Jesu”.

“For our brother King Bumibohl, and our sister Joanna.”  That’s one last crazy coincidence only me, Mary Lowry, Nicholas Lowry and Paula Lowry Hand will get, and laugh at loudly.

I may have been so far from them, but Joanna Lowry McCann made sure there were enough surprises to keep us smiling as one through all our tears.

Long-standing readers of this blog will know that I don’t share my children’s tastes in liturgy, but I have to agree that these coincidences are truly remarkable and extraordinarily apt.

Here’s a message and some pictures from Joanna’s elder sister Paula Hand:

Joanna’s 1st Anniversary today. Dad did her proud as he served at the traditional Latin Mass in her memory, at  Newtownmountkennedy this morning. And in true Lowry fashion we had a Nice Lunch afterwards. We have kept each other going through a tough year. We miss her dreadfully.                                         
                                               Stramentaria with Joanna’s younger brother Luke
       Luke takes his first selfie—with 
               big sister Paula Hand
 
     A greedy old devil  stealing  chocolate brownie from  grandson Francis 
These pictures of Paula’s reveal quite a mystery: how the Lord can give a family a  kind of joy even in the midst of a profound sorrow.

 

October 14th, 2016

Vanishing Young Irish Catholics

If I were to say the future of the Irish Church looks dark, you might well retort: “So what else is new?” But I don’t mean anything so simplistic as to say the outlook is depressing, although indeed it is.

When I was in Knock last weekend for a Mass organised by the Latin Mass Society of Ireland (yes, it went very well, with a congregation of well over 120 on a Saturday afternoon) the first thing I noticed was the great contrast in the age and racial composition of  pilgrims, compared with 20 years ago.  Now, as then, a majority of those circumnavigating the old parish church were fairly elderly, but last weekend there were hardly any white young adults at all.

A very large proportion of pilgrims were Indian. Some, judging from the Portuguese inscriptions on their  tee-shirts, must have been from Goa. There were also plenty of Africans, some groups consisting of three generations. It was most edifying to see one old African, sitting on a bench, leading the rosary while his children and grandchildren  made the responses most reverently.

By contrast, outside the Apparition Chapel we noticed two bored and extremely reluctant Irish teenagers, both smoking, who just couldn’t wait to get away.  Their parents had clearly pressurised them into coming. As we moved on, one of the youngsters surreptitiously spat on the ground. This was just a few yards from where the handful of villagers saw  the Paschal Lamb, Our Lady, St Joseph, St John and the angels appear on the gable wall on that rainy night back in the 1870s. The evidence for the truth of that apparition is, to my mind at least, overwhelming.

 

October 4th, 2016

Silent Church v. Chattering Church

I was particularly struck by the wisdom of this blog post by Fr Ray Blake, on the importance of silence. At the end, he provides a link to an English translation of an interview with Cardinal Sarah in the French traditionalist magazine La Nef.  I hope you will be able to open this link (which should not be missed) but if not you should be able to access the interview by Googling Catholic World Report 

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Why do attacks on the Church always begin with attacks on contemplatives? It was the Carthusians the French masonic government first attacked in 1903, just as bloody Henry had begun his English Reformation with the martyrdom of St John Houghton and his Carthusian companions.

The silent Church is always a greater threat than the chattering Church. The chattering Church is easily manipulated, it depends on its own resources, its own wisdom and insights, it is receptive to novelties and eager for change. The silent Church is close to Christ, it contemplates the essential mysteries of the faith, it is in the World but not of it, it depends not on its own resources but the Power of God. It is united to an unbroken Tradition.

The silent Church is a Church of prayer, it is not inactive but neither is it yet another NGO; its activity comes from its contemplation, its communion with God. The chattering Church is the foundation-less house built on sand, that has no permanence and come wind and rain will be swept away.

Pope Benedict in many ways has repeatedly acted a little like an Old Testament prophet, choosing prophetic signs often over words. I cannot help but think his retiring to a life of contemplation is a prophetic sign to a Church far more interested in chatter than silence.

Cardial Robert Sarah has an interview in Le Nef, translated here,  It preludes his new book The Strength of Silence – Against the Dictatorship of Noise. At the moment it is only available in French. In the interview he speaks of silence in the Liturgy, returning to the subject of ad orientem worship; one can grasp a little of why he understands it as being so important.