[A very truncated version of this commentary was published early last evening. It appears that full text did not upload successfully, which required me to go back to the Word document on which the commentary was prepared to important the missing text. I am sorry for the confusion.]
Although I am very much aware that much of is presented as “news” is not that at all, the commentary that I have prepared about the tragic events in New Zealand is premised upon the realization that we live in a world of nihilistic monsters, meaning that men such as Brenton Harrison Tarrant are to be found everywhere.
Ah, but those who plan and execute schemes of mass murder are relatively few in number when compared to the systematic slaughter of the innocent preborn and everyone else after birth who are deemed to be “unfit” to live and are thus dispatched by means of vivisection under the aegis of the medical industry’s profit-making myth called “brain death,” “palliative care,” “assisted suicide” and the dehydration and starvation to death of innocent human beings who are suffering from brain trauma or are in a comatose state. These murderers make lots of money, and they do so under the cover of the civil law and with the full approval of the masses.
May God have mercy on us all.
Today, March 18, 2019, is the thirty-ninth anniversary of the death of my mother, +Mrs. Norma Florence Red Fox Droleskey, who was the adoptive daughter of Chief Red Fox, at the then named Spohn Hospital in Corpus Christi, Texas, where she had spent her adolescent years until she joined the Women’s Army Corps in 1943 at the age of twenty-two, at the age of sixty-one years, twelve days. My mother died of stomach and esophageal cancer that had been diagnosed on Friday, January 29, 1982, just six weeks before she died. Most of that time was spent at the M. D. Anderson Cancer Hospital in Houston, Texas. It is hard to believe that I am now over five years older than she was at the time of her death. How the time has flown. Prayers for the repose of her immortal soul would be very much appreciated. Eternal rest grant unto her, O Lord, and let perpetual light shine upon her. May her soul and all of the souls of the faithful departed, through the mercy of God, rest in peace. Amen.
Today is also the twelfth anniversary of the death of the late +Father Daniel Johnson, who was ordained to the Holy Priesthood in 1954 and served as the pastor of Saint Mary by the Sea Church in Huntington Beach, California, form 1979 to 2004. Father Johnson was very zealous for souls. He personally walked the boundaries of the parish three times during his quarter-century pastorate, visiting (or leaving his card with an invitation to join the Catholic Church if no one was present to answer his knock) every residence and business to encourage fallen away Catholics to the return to the Faith and to invite non-Catholics to convert. Father Johnson brought five hundred fifty-four souls into the Faith, including Mohammedans, Jews, and Mormons. Sharon herself was baptized at the hands of Father Johnson on July 31, 1999, nearly twenty months before I met her on March 11, 2001 at Saint Mary by the Sea Church as I was giving the “Living in the Shadow of the Cross” lecture program. Eternal rest grant unto him, O Lord, and let perpetual light shine upon him. May his soul and all of the souls of the faithful departed, through the mercy of God, rest in peace. Amen.
It was also on this date in 2008 that Mrs. Theresa Colgan, the mother of a former student of mine from Saint Francis College in Brooklyn, New York, during the 1985-1986 academic year, died. Please pray for her immortal soul as well. Eternal rest grant unto her, O Lord, and let perpetual light shine upon her. May her soul and all of the souls of the faithful departed, through the mercy of God, rest in peace. Amen,
There are also several birthday intentions that have been remembered in our own prayers today.
Our Lady of the Rosary, pray for us.
Saint Joseph, pray for us.
Saint Cyril of Jerusalem, pray for us.