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Taken from My Days With Benedict XVI
August 6, 2023
Dear Diary,
Finally! Fr. Tommy’s coming back. Next Tuesday, on the Assumption. After his month-long June “exercise” retreat (ugh, exercise) and then being holed up in Canby all July, waiting to get in to see the doctor, he is in the clear to come back. They wanted to do surgery. But Tommy declined. So he still has to take it easy on that foot and a lot of driving is not in the picture. I’m gonna have him start out slow, just coming in for the middle of the week, and I’ll keep Fr. Gilbert for Friday to Monday. I’ll have to walk Chester when Tommy’s on duty. I’ve decided to place G as assistant campus ministry chaplain, to help Fr. Dave “Strove Tuesday” Harris, for midweek. I am relieved we got Dave out of the parish. He preaches like a cross between a runaway train and a clown car. Why didn’t anyone pick on this in seminary? What the heck are they teaching these guys!?
I love the campus at Southern New Friedland. Nice old buildings. Good ol’ Snafu. Where great-uncle Pete went. At SNFU, I figure the Catholic students won’t be paying all that much attention to Fr. Dave, and he smiles as much as G, so the two of them will just charm everyone and keep ’em happy. Lots of events. Lots of loud music. Lots of hot-dogs. Lots of STUFF. More stuff to make people happy!
It’s better to get Fr G out of here for most of the week. I definitely don’t like all the time he’s been hanging out with Vice. I don’t know. Toby is pushing 40 and not married and just I don’t know. Better do some deflection or diversion there or something.
Today felt weird for Mass with the Transfiguration. Should’a been green, right? And during the week I looked at the readings for Sunday and we get, SURPRISE!, Transfig’d. I walked into the sacristy and said, “What’s with the white?” They told me. “So, we’re trans today!” They just stared at me. Used it in the homily too. They didn’t get it either.
Speaking of getting transfig’d I’m up ten pounds since G got here and his mom started dropping off all that food . I love her home-made lumpia rolls but I’m feeling lumpia for sure. HA! I crack myself up! Pretty soon gonna crack the scale though. Maybe walking Chester will help? When G has fewer days there’ll be a little less but it’ll still come in.

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It’s the Feast of the Transfiguration in the Vetus Ordo and also in the Novus Ordo.
Was there a GOOD point made in the sermon you heard at your Sunday Mass of obligation?
Tell about attendance especially for the Traditional Latin Mass. I hear that it is growing. Of COURSE.
Any local changes or (hopefully good) news?
I have some thoughts about the Sunday Epistle reading posted at One Peter Five. A taste:
God does not cease to watch over us, not when the bishops are good, not when the bishops are bad. He is our constant when fragile men are swept into the raging currents of the world.

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The wonderful traditional Benedictines at Norcia make GREAT beer and you can have some. Three different kinds.
Black to play. Even if white plays the very best moves, it’s going to end badly, but it might take a while. See if white can avoid the fast mates and linger a bit longer against the inevitable forced by black in, I think, 10.

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In Chess News, the World Cup continues in Baku. Men and Women are playing concurrently. Lots of big players are getting knocked out. For example, Peter Svidler defeated Jorden van Foreest, who gets to go home. Magnus is winning. Big surprise. Shakhriyar Mamedyarov is out. Gukesh continues to win. My guy Wesley So continues to win or draw nail-biters. Nepo is still moving ahead. I look foward to see what happens with Fabiano, David Howell, and Erigaisi. Also, today, Prag v. Hikaru. That should be brutal. It’s down now to 1/16.
August 5th, 2023
Dear Diary,
Some nice gals wrote to tell me they are giving me their annual award! So sweet of them. It’s called – I copied it down – the “μύλος” award.
As if Latin wasn’t hard enough, this thing’s in Greek! They said it’s pronounced mooloows so I figured like moolah. They called me to follow up, and the award dinner is on September 14th, the day of the exultation of the Cross. Well, I was exulting for sure! It really is great to be appreciated for all your hard work.
They didn’t mention just how much moolah. They don’t sound like big bucks people. But Greek. Greeks have a lot of money from their diners and things. I’m sure that in addition to whatever they want to donate there’s a speaker’s gift or an honorary something. I usually get those at events like this, and it always makes me happy. Nice! They said they are looking forward to my speech. Have to prepare something inspiring. But short. Where’s Fr. Tommy when you need him. Gotta get on that. Sounds like they’re laying out a nice spread, and I’m always starving after I have to preach or give a talk. If these are Greek ladies hosting this shindig I know the food will be great! God love ’em. I always tell my brother bishops that in spite of all the headaches here, I’m a lucky guy.
Time for the last phase.

My plane being pulled into gate across from the lounge. I was up at oh-dark for this early bird and all went well from door to lounge.
The Chicago lounge had a remarkably good breakfast offering … far better than the feeble effort in ATL.




Apart from these there was hot things available, eggy, sausagey, potatoey.
The first leg was JAMMED as is the second, but I’ve been upgraded and that helps.

As I slept through the first leg, I hope to sleep through the last.
On my flying trips I often put on this soundtrack… lest I forget.

And I have audio books… and a white noise maker if I really want to tune out under the influence of Bose.
Penultimate supper with my friends in Chicago…
RATS. I forgot to get a view of the final result. Grilled sausages and sautéed peppers on toasted buns. Pre-grill.

Last supper, fried clams and shrimps.

And some of the best, clearest ice around. It makes a difference especially because it melts very slowly.

Things don’t have to be complicated. And the best part is being with good friends.
Now… reprieve is over … Denuo ad metalla.
UPDATE
Just when you thought things were going to go without a hitch, a couple of enormous reps got on the plane and removed the extremely loud and foul mouthed passenger in the row behind me. Perhaps inebriated. Perhaps his demon was triggered. Perhaps he will eventually be allowed on another flight.
OFF WE GO
A priest friend sent a link to a piece in The European Conservative which argues for the Sarum Rite. In itself, that’s interesting. Adherents of the Roman Rite will, however, appreciate the introductory section. My emphases and comments:
The Tragedy of the Sarum Rite
A characteristic of the modern Catholic Church is its liturgical uniformity. Centuries ago, if you were travelling through Christendom, you would have experienced an array of liturgical rites and ‘uses,’ all of which would nonetheless have seemed to belong to the same religion. Presently, in the strange ecclesiastical institution that was allegedly born of a ‘New Pentecost’ half a century ago, only one liturgical order is deemed acceptable, the Novus Ordo of the Roman Rite—a ritual concocted by Archbishop Bugnini, a shady character with curious Masonic connections.
There’s an obvious rigidity among the Church’s hierarchs—those senior clergy who routinely conflate uniformity with unity—in regard to what liturgy may be celebrated. But going from one church to another often requires a wholesale change of one’s religion. This is the case, because the Novus Ordo allows for such an injection of the priest’s personality into the liturgy, that the liturgy itself is frequently a mere platform by which the priest can celebrate his parochial celebrity and his personal opinions on the religion he claims to profess. [I saw up close over the last decade how even otherwise solid priest can slide into exactly that.]
For this reason, among others, a growing number of the faithful have sought out the ancient ritual forms of the Church—still offered by certain clergy as part of a sort of underground network [Not because they want to be!] —to encounter the liturgical expression of their religion and escape the self-referential theatrics of the local parish priest. As ever more laity, especially young people, seek out the ancient liturgy of the Church, the Eye of Sauron in Rome has turned towards these congregations—and is now constructing various means to eliminate them.
Unfortunately, such ‘traditionalist’ Catholics may presume that the ancient form of the Roman Rite is the only Latin Rite liturgy that ever existed before the 1960s’ ‘New Pentecost,’ which successfully emptied the pews in the greatest single apostasy the Church has ever seen. [I’m afraid worse is coming.] In reality, as I noted above, in old Christendom there were local rites and ‘uses’ everywhere. In fact, the diversity rather crossed over into liturgical chaos, and in the 16th century, Pope Pius V declared that any rite that couldn’t be proven to have at least a 200-year pedigree must go. This requirement was extremely conservative, however, and thus widespread liturgical diversity continued.
In Britain alone, we had the rites of York, Hereford, Bangor, Aberdeen, and Sarum, the last of which was by far the most widely offered in these isles. There were also the rites of the religious orders, like those of the Carmelites, Dominicans, Cistercians, and others. Then there were many types of chant, and different styles of vestment, and that’s all before we come to low cultural, popular devotional diversity, as almost every village had its own rituals and patron saints. The liturgical life of Britain in particular and Christendom in general was like a great medieval tapestry, full of variety and colour, though forming a single picture of beauty and grace.
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The rest is a really good read.

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It is in a side room of Ss. Trinità dei Pellegrini. It had been at a chapel built on the place near St. Paul’s outside-the-walls, where, according to legend, Sts. Peter and Paul fleeing the Mamertine Prison went their separate ways. The chapel was called Cappella della Separazione. It was moved in the 16th c. and then demolished in 1910. As the story goes, Peter fled toward the via Appia and lost a foot binding, which is supposed to be kept at Ss. Nereo e Achilleo called “in fascicola”. Peter went on, as they say, to meet Christ … “Domine! Quo vadis?” You know the rest.
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