Friday, December 18, 2020

Cool Catholic Stuff: The Golden Days (Or "O" Antiphons)

This day, the 18th of December, marks the feast of the Expectation of the Blessed Virgin Mary, exactly an octave until the birth of Our Lord. Originating as early as the 7th century and widely celebrated in the Spanish Church, this feast was called the feast of "St. Maria de la O," because it was long the custom on this day for the clerics in the choir after Vespers to voice a loud and protracted "O," expressing the longing of the universe for the coming of the Redeemer. It also marks the first day of the  seven "O Antiphons" (i.e., the "Greater Antiphons" or "Major Antiphons"), prayers in the Breviary's Vespers during the Octave before Christmas Eve, a time nicknamed the Golden Nights.


Each Antiphonfrom today through December 24th begins with "O" and addresses Our Lord by a unique title originating from the prophecies of Isaias and Micheas. The first letter of each address, when read backwards, form an acrostic in Latin, spelling out Ero Cras which means Tomorrow I come

The Seven Designations of Christ:
December 18th:  Sapientia
December 19th:  Adonai
December 20th:  Radix Jesse
December 21st:  Clavis David
December 22nd: Oriens
December 23rd:  Rex Gentium
December 24th:  Emmanuel

You can find below all seven of the O Antiphons in English and Latin. One is prayed each evening at Vespers (around sunset). Any type of ceremony can be devised by families using the Antiphons to commemorate these glorious "Golden Days!" Reading Scripture, singing or listening to sacred music (especially "O Come, Emmanuel," or any Advent-oriented music), adding to a Jesse Tree, Designing Illuminations based upon the O antiphons, etc. Just be sure to set the scene, as with all Catholic family devotions. Consider burning the candles on the Advent Wreath, explain exactly what is going on in the Liturgical Year today and why. Have the children imagine priests, monks, and seminarians throughout the world joining in with them intoning the antiphons and waiting in patient anticipation for the birth of the Christ Child!

To pray the O Antiphons as they are prayed in the Divine Office, begin with the Antiphon, then pray the Magnificat (included below), then repeat the Antiphon.

A good idea would be for one parent to chant, or at least read, the Antiphons in Latin, with the second parent reading them in the vernacular afterwards.

December 18th:

O Wisdom that comest out of the mouth of the Most High, that reachest from one end to another, and orderest all things mightily and sweetly, come to teach us the way of prudence!


Latin
O Sapientia, quæ ex ore Altissimi prodiisti, attingens a fine usque ad finem, fortiter suaviterque disponens omnia: veni ad docendum nos viam prudentiæ.

 



December 19th:

O Adonai, and Ruler of the house of Israel, Who didst appear unto Moses in the burning bush, and gavest him the law in Sinai, come to redeem us with an outstretched arm!

Latin
O Adonai, et Dux domus Israel, qui Moysi in igne flammæ rubi apparuisti, et ei in Sina legem dedisti: veni ad redimendum nos in brachio extento.




December 20th:

O Root of Jesse, which standest for an ensign of the people, at Whom the kings shall shut their mouths, Whom the Gentiles shall seek, come to deliver us, do not tarry.

Latin
O Radix Jesse, qui stas in signum populorum, super quem continebunt reges os suum, quem Gentes deprecabuntur: veni ad liberandum nos, jam noli tardare.


December 21st:

O Key of David, and Sceptre of the house of Israel, that openeth and no man shutteth, and shutteth and no man openeth, come to liberate the prisoner from the prison, and them that sit in darkness, and in the shadow of death.

Latin
O Clavis David, et sceptrum domus Israel; qui aperis, et nemo claudit; claudis, et nemo aperit: veni, et educ vinctum de domo carceris, sedentem in tenebris, et umbra mortis.
 



December 22nd:

O Dayspring, Brightness of the everlasting light, Sun of justice, come to give light to them that sit in darkness and in the shadow of death!

Latin
O Oriens, splendor lucis æternæ, et sol justitiæ: veni, et illumina sedentes in tenebris, et umbra mortis.



December 23rd:

O King of the Gentiles, yea, and desire thereof! O Corner-stone, that makest of two one, come to save man, whom Thou hast made out of the dust of the earth!

Latin
O Rex Gentium, et desideratus earum, lapisque angularis, qui facis utraque unum: veni, et salva hominem, quem de limo formasti


December 24th:

O Emmanuel, our King and our Law-giver, Longing of the Gentiles, yea, and salvation thereof, come to save us, O Lord our God!

Latin
O Emmanuel, Rex et legifer noster, exspectatio gentium, et Salvator earum: veni ad salvandum nos Domine Deus noster.




The Magnificat

My soul doth magnify the Lord, and my spirit hath rejoiced in God my Savior. For He hath regarded the humility of His handmaiden.

For behold, from henceforth all generations shall call me blessed. For He that is mighty hath done great things to me, and holy is His Name. And His Mercy is from generation unto generations upon them that fear Him.

He hath shewed might in His arm, He hath scattered the proud in the conceit of their heart. He hath put down the mighty from their seat, and hath exalted the humble. He hath filled the hungry with good things, and the rich He hath sent empty away.

He hath received Israel, His servant, being mindful of His mercy. As He spoke to our Fathers, Abraham and His seed forever.


Magnificat anima mea Dominum, et exultavit spiritus meus in Deo salvatore meo, quia respexit humilitatem ancillae suae.

Ecce enim ex hoc beatam me dicent omnes generationes, quia fecit mihi magna, qui potens est, et sanctum Nomen eius, et misericordia eius in progenies et progenies timentibus eum.


Fecit potentiam in brachio suo, dispersit superbos mente cordi sui; deposuit potentes de sede et exaltavit humiles; esurientes implevit bonis et divites dimisit inanes.



Suscepit Israel puerum suum, recordatus misericordiae, sicut locutus est ad patres nostros, Abraham et semini eius in saecula

 

The O Antiphons are the source of the lyrics of the Advent song "Veni, Veni Emmanuel" ("Come, O come Emmanuel"). It would be beautiful for the family to sing this lovely Advent song at the conclusion of the O Antiphons. For the lyrics, see the Lyrics and Melodies to Traditional Catholic Hymns page.


With this link, you can download the O Antiphons, the Magnificat, and "Veni, Veni Emmanuel," all in both English and Latin, for use in your home.





* Teaching about the Medieval art of Illumination: link here.

Some Os to color. (click/copy/print)








Expectation

expectation
[ˌekspekˈtāSH(ə)n]
NOUN
  1. 1, a strong belief that something will happen or be the case in the future.
    "reality had not lived up to expectations"
  2. synonyms: assumption, belief, surmise, projection, anticipation, eagerness, hope
  3.            2. a belief that someone will or should achieve something.
    "students had high expectations for their future"
  4. synonyms: presupposition, reckoning, prediction, assurance, trust

Mothers have a special understanding of this word in its Advent context. It's a subject in our wheelhouse, this idea of waiting for the birth of a baby. I think most of us would add some things to this definition, though: joyful anticipation, some trepidation, a little impatience, the feeling that there is barely time to get all the preparation done that we want, a bit of the "nesting" instinct kicking in, but --  not one of us would suggest partying and rejoicing and ringing the bells -- until after the Baby is born. 

Yep. Catholics get it. The season is still purple. We're still looking toward a future date: December 25th, to be precise. A pink and gold sunrise is beginning to trace the edge of the horizon, but the dawn has not yet come. 

Think of it, though. Two thousand-odd years ago in Nazareth, a week before Our Lord's birth, if they had not already left on the journey to Bethlehem, St. Joseph and the Blessed Mother would have been getting ready to go. St. Joseph might be procuring a pack animal today, closing down the house, making arrangements, perhaps, for Mary's mother, St. Anne, or contacting friends who might be traveling in the same direction; and all the while, working diligently, without complaint, patient and prayerful. At nine months pregnant, Mary might be starting to prepare and pack food for the trip today, she'd be efficiently deciding what to bring for herself and St. Joseph, what to leave behind, what might overburden the donkey, what would be needed in the likelihood that the Babe would be born while they were traveling. I imagine her humming to herself and smiling as she carefully folds the swaddling clothes. She is planning and praying. Not fretting, though. Not the nervous wreck I imagine I would be. Our humble Queen would have been perfectly serene; you can count on it. She'd have been busy, but calm and Trusting in God.

As she had been prepared since the beginning of time for the great honor of becoming the Mother of God, and because she agreed to be the "Handmaiden of the Lord," the Virgin Mary's role in our redemption is second only to Christ, Himself, but the expectation celebrated on this feast day was not only hers; it also belonged in a very real way to the man chosen to be her earthly guardian and helper, St. Joseph -- just as it belonged to all the world waiting for its Redeemer from the fall of Adam until the world's first Christmas -- and we experience it still now, twenty centuries later, as we wait with hopeful anticipation -- holy expectation -- for the first glimpse of our Savior this Christmas.  

In peaceful expectation now. Deep breath, Moms and Dads. Eyes on the star. There's so much to do at this time of year (and so much to discern with all the international goings-on this year), and it's almost always a challenge, but grace can be won in the midst of it. God help us to be as recollected as Jesus' parents were in the midst of the controlled chaos of their journey to Bethlehem. Amen.




Consolation for the harassed (I'm one of them!): When we whole-heartedly reach for the heights of the Holy Family's example, we are bound to succeed even when we fall short. Remember the woman who was healed merely by touching the hem of Jesus' cloak? Can you imagine God, in His goodness, not filling in the gaps when we join in the Holy Family's motto, Fiat, the Word that was made Flesh?Expect Our Heavenly Father to help in every way possible (and some ways impossible) when you try very hard to make His will yours.

Blessed Feast of the Holy Expectation!

One more week until the birthday of our Savior!

Wednesday, December 16, 2020

Christmas Novena Which Includes the O Antiphons



 Christmas Novena

Begin today!

Say this Novena beginning on 16 December and ending on 24 December. This Novena, though it starts one day earlier than the O Antiphons, correlates with the O Antiphons in the titles used to address Jesus between 17 and 24 December. It would, therefore, make a good Novena to pray when your family prays the O Antiphons.

16 December:
O Shepherd that rulest Israel, Thou that leadest Joseph like a sheep, come to guide and comfort us.

Recite one Our Father, one Hail Mary, and one Glory be

17 December:
O Wisdom that comest out of the mouth of the Most High, that reachest from one end to another, and orderest all things mightily and sweetly, come to teach us the way of prudence!

Recite one Our Father, one Hail Mary, and one Glory be

18 December:
O Adonai, and Ruler of the house of Israel, Who didst appear unto Moses in the burning bush, and gavest him the law in Sinai, come to redeem us with an outstretched arm!

Recite one Our Father, one Hail Mary, and one Glory be

19 December:
O Root of Jesse, which standest for an ensign of the people, at Whom the kings shall shut their mouths, Whom the Gentiles shall seek, come to deliver us, do not tarry.

Recite one Our Father, one Hail Mary, and one Glory be

20 December:
O Key of David, and Sceptre of the house of Israel, that openeth and no man shutteth, and shutteth and no man openeth, come to liberate the prisoner from the prison, and them that sit in darkness, and in the shadow of death.

Recite one Our Father, one Hail Mary, and one Glory be

21 December:
O Dayspring, Brightness of the everlasting light, Son of justice, come to give light to them that sit in darkness and in the shadow of death!

Recite one Our Father, one Hail Mary, and one Glory be

22 December:
O King of the Gentiles, yea, and desire thereof! O Corner-stone, that makest of two one, come to save man, whom Thou hast made out of the dust of the earth!

Recite one Our Father, one Hail Mary, and one Glory be

23 December:
O Emmanuel, our King and our Law-giver, Longing of the Gentiles, yea, and salvation thereof, come to save us, O Lord our God!

Recite one Our Father, one Hail Mary, and one Glory be

24 December:
O Thou that sittest upon the cherubim, God of hosts, come, show Thy face, and we shall be saved.

Recite one Our Father, one Hail Mary, and one Glory be



To end on Christmas, as we like to do, it seems perfectly plausible to move the December 16th prayer to December 25th. It slightly disrupts the flow to a climax, but in a way, I think I rather like coming back to the simple humble notion of the Christ Child as our Shepherd... There is no hard and fast rule, though. All prayer is a means, not an end.  

Tuesday, December 8, 2020

The Christmas Crib So Far

Step by Step

December 1st - 5th
Went outside and found stuff. Got some new "palm trees" at the hardware store,
cleaned all the books off the bookcase, and set up the table with some burlap.

Lights and structure. Added bricks to hold in the sand (also, learned last 
year to put a piece of plastic tarp under the burlap to make clean up easier later.)

 
Adding incidentals, putting things in place. Found out the night after this picture
was taken that I had to move the rocking chair because super-pup, Dawsey, thought
the whole purpose of this venture was to make him a new "lookout" through that 
window there. He's bummed now that he can't jump up. (Mean old Mom.)

1

December 8th
The shepherds have arrived with their sheep.
It's a little dark. Can you see? I'll take better pics with the big camera at some point, I promise.

The miscellaneous bits and pieces: jugs, tools, a length of rope hanging on the wall.
And the cow is over there, too, just not in this shot.

Two of the shepherds and the sheep -- and the beginnings of the campfire.

Inside the "town of Bethlehem," on one of the rooftop living spaces. See Gabe's kittycat?
The children made these dishes out of sculpey a couple years ago. The well bricks, too!

A citizen of the town near the "loom." A lost shepherd. He'll find his way down on Christmas eve.

On the Feast of the Immaculate Conception

 

Prayer to The Immaculate Conception, Patroness of America

Oh Immaculate Mother, Queen of our country, open our hearts, our homes, and our land to the coming of Jesus, your Divine Son. With Him, reign over us, O heavenly Lady, so pure and so bright with the radiance of God’s light shining in and about you. Be our leader against the powers of evil set upon wresting the world of souls, redeemed at such a great cost by the sufferings of your Son and of yourself, in union with Him, from that same Savior, Who loves us with infinite charity.

We gather about you, O chaste and holy Mother, Virgin Immaculate, Patroness of our beloved Land, determined to fight under your banner of holy purity against the wickedness that would make all the world an abyss of evil, without God and without your loving maternal care.

We consecrate our hearts, our homes, our Land to your Most Pure Heart, O great Queen, that the kingdom of your Son, our Redeemer and our God, may be firmly established in us.

We ask no special sign of you, sweet Mother, for we believe in your great love for us, and we place in you our entire confidence. We promise to honor you by faith, love, and the purity of our lives according to your desire.

Reign over us, then, O Virgin Immaculate, with your Son, Jesus Christ. May His Divine Heart and your most chaste Heart be ever enthroned and glorified among us. Use us, your children of America, as your instruments of peace among men and nations. Work your miracles of grace in us, so that we may be a glory to the Blessed Trinity, Who created, redeemed, and sanctifies us.

May your valiant spouse, St. Joseph, with the holy Angels and Saints, assist you and us in “renewing the face of the earth.” Then when our work is over, come, Holy Immaculate Mother, and as our Victorious Queen, lead us to the eternal kingdom, where your Son reigns forever as King.

Amen

-- October 5, 1956 by Sister Mary Ephrem



Monday, December 7, 2020

Unloading the Sleigh

Bear with me? This is a Monday morning rant.

Check out this atheist billboard that showed up a couple years ago on a Tennessee roadside. 


Gives a little pause to the Claus, doesn't it, seeing the atheists' take on him? But can we be surprised really?

Santa has so taken over the Christmas season, and the humanist religion so taken over our culture that the pancake has, indeed, flipped.  The fairy tale is Christ, the reality is Santa.  Don't kid yourself thinking that this is not the true mentality, that it's just the atheists who think this way, or the liberal media that pushes it; it really has become the reality in our world.   And the American Atheists organization has just been bold enough to put* it right out in the open.

Yeah, I know.  I'm a Scrooge, aren't I?

But, look around you.  As Christians we find ourselves in the position of defending ourselves on every quarter.  In the public domain, the name of Jesus is taboo; our schools have banned Him, our media rejects Him.  As a Christian holiday, Christmas barely holds its own.  As a campaign for overindulgence, however, it's thriving -- and Santa is the advertising gimmick.*

Anyone still with me?  I know it's a bitter pill to swallow; nobody wants to think ill of Mr. Clause.   Believe it or not, I rather like the ole guy, myself.  How could I not?  He's the symbol of a snuggly happy Christmas, the icon of generosity and good will -- and the non-religious, homogenized symbol of the season.  No longer really associated with the real St. Nicholas, he's safe for all denominations -- including atheism.

Christians in recent years have rebelled against the homogenized, non-religious greeting:  Happy Holidays.  Why don't they have the same problem with Santa, I wonder?

I have a story to share about Santa.*  My parents, like their parents and everyone else we knew, played along with the Santa story when I was a kid.  Every year, my brothers and sisters and I woke up on Christmas morning to a house full of gifts magically transported to our home via magic sleigh and reindeer.  We eagerly checked the cookies we always left on the coffee table to see if Santa had taken a bite or two.  He always had.  Those teeth marks could be no one's but Santa's!  He had really come to our humble home, and look at all the presents he brought!  What fun!  We dived into Santa story like everyone else, with unquestioning enthusiasm. Why wouldn't we? * Mommy and Daddy wouldn't tell us something that wasn't true.  Right?

My siblings never even questioned it -- but I was a stinker.  I started putting two and two together when I was around nine years old.  I remember well -- it was an important transition in my life as a child!

 Lying in bed one night a few days before Christmas, I posed a few questions to my little sister. 1) Why did Mommy keep going out in the evenings so much before Christmas?   2)  Why weren't we allowed to go anywhere near her closet?  3) How could one man bring presents to every single house in the world in one night -- even allowing for time zone changes?  4) How could he really know what everyone wanted?  5)  Was he like God or what? 

And I went on and on, mercilessly, thinking aloud until my sister, crying, went downstairs to tell on me.  I was called down -- and my parents told me the truth. They were a little miffed at me for trying to spoil Christmas for my little sister.  But that really wasn't what I was after!  In fact, I was expecting to be called downstairs and given my parents' reassurance that Santa was real -- with proofs. In my heart of hearts, I was counting on it.  I didn't expect my parents to tell me I was right and admit that Santa was a fake! And, then to charge me (under threat of serious consequences) to never ever breathe a word of the truth to anyone, but to go along with the Santa thing -- because it was just a fun little thing we do at Christmas.

Hm.  Fun.

So, I was properly chastised.  I showed a brave face to my parents, apologized as required, but I went upstairs, thankful my sister was asleep so I didn't have to say anything to her to cover for my parents -- but it was my turn to cry.  And I did cry -- most of the night.  The magic was gone, you see -- and my own stupid logical brain had ruined it for me. But, that wasn't all; there was a worse heartache.  The more I thought about it, the more it sank in that it really was all a lie. Christmas was a lie.  My parents had been lying to me all the years of my life -- had been lying to all of us, and now I was supposed to lie, too.

This was a terrible spot to be put into as a child.  I had received my first Holy Communion, had learned to confess my sins to the priest, and knew I was supposed to be good for love of God, but now I was being told to lie -- and it was not only OK, but I was in trouble if I didn't. What on earth...?  I knew lying was a sin -- why wasn't this lie a sin?  Or was it?

And then, there was this:  Santa.  I'd never seen him with my own eyes, only saw the fruits of his goodness and I had believed on my parents' word that he was real -- but he was a lie.  So, what about God?  I'd never seen Him with my own eyes, either -- but believed on my parents' word that He was real?  What about the angels?  What about the miraculous lives of the saints?  What was real?  What could I trust?  Was everyone lying about everything?  Even the teacher at school?

My faith in everything was shaken.  The foundation of my faith suffered a terrible blow -- and I don't honestly think I was able to start rebuilding it until I was a teenager, met some good teaching Sisters -- and began to understood some of the foolishness of our culture and the steadfastness of my Church.  

But, really?  It was by the grace of God that I rediscovered my faith.  And thanks to Himself, real, true, living, and always on my case, I  regularly rediscover it to this day.

So... What are you thinking? Yeah. I guess it's possible that I was a very strange little girl.  (I'm sure I was....  And still am.)

Surely all children aren't crazy like me, right?  But, seriously...  how can we know which of our children might lose the underpinnings of their faith when they learn the truth about Santa: the truth that their parents have been lying? There are a lot of born "thinkers" in the world, and everyone is born wanting to trust -- especially their parents.  Don't we owe our children the truth -- always?  So much in our world is upside down these days. Fairy tales are real (ever catch a reality show?); reality is dismissed (notice what you don't see on the news lately?).  Within our homes, we may teach that Christ is real but our children go out in the world and learn that material gratification is more real.  The baby doll in the creche has the same reality as the Elf on a Shelf -- and isn't as entertaining.  Don't kid yourself if you don't think this is a real danger.  It's a hard truth that the Santa myth turns the holy season of Advent into a big game of make-believe for profit.  The Christ Child is a side note at best in our culture.

The atheists nailed it.  That billboard in Tennessee illustrates the problem exactly.   Why do we so blithely toy with our children's trust by playing the Santa game when our world is so complicated and real faith is so important? 

In this world of lies, we must be the predictable and trustworthy voice of truth for our children. We should not be the odd ones out because we prefer the following billboard. But we are. Even among many of our Catholic friends. Sad.






Sunday, December 6, 2020

Will the Real St. Nicholas Please Stand Up?

* Repost from 2012

St. Nicholas

What Did He Look Like?
 Well...  He didn't look like this:

Rather, he would have dressed like any other ecclesiastic of the fourth century, because that's what he really was -- the bishop (actually the archbishop) of Myra, in present-day Turkey.  At that time it was a Greek province of the Roman Empire*, though its customs and traditions would have leaned to eastern.  So, His Excellency would likely have worn a semblance of robes as were common in an eastern border country under Roman rule.

Which, actually, didn't look like this, either:


You see, when officiating, the garb of a bishop wouldn't have included a bishop's miter, as it's commonly believed that miters didn't begin to be worn until after the tenth century.  And, in fact, it's likely that his clerical vestments may not have differed at all from his street clothes, as this differentiation didn't start to occur until after the time of Constantine, well into the fourth century, and wasn't regularized throughout the Church until a couple centuries after the death of St. Nicholas.

Don't be mistaken, though, as iconography and symbolism are important ingredients of our Faith, it's logical and appropriate that St. Nicholas is almost always depicted wearing red -- as it's the traditional color of all bishops -- and that he's shown with the mitre and crozier of more modern times, as his office in the Church is a key part of his identity.


But what did he look like?  Interestingly, this is something we actually do know. St. Nicholas is one of the few ancient saints whose entire skeletal relics remain intact.  During a chapel restoration in the 1950s, the Archdiocese of Bari permitted a group of carefully chosen scientists to photograph and measure the bones of  St. Nicholas.  In doing so, they discovered that he was barely five feet tall and had a broken nose.  What is also fascinating, is that, by studying the skull and using modern forensic technology, scientists have reconstructed what the St. Nicholas would really have looked like in real life!  Go here to have a look!

What Did He Do?
The real St. Nicholas was a holy and well-loved Religious of the early Church, known for his courage and defense of the Faith during the persecutions of Diocletian.  He was imprisoned, in fact, for his Faith during the reign of Diocletian, and one wonders if it was during this time that he got the broken nose!  But, after the persecutions ended, the work didn't end for the early Church leaders.  St. Nicholas, in his see at Myra, was particularly called to erase the scourge of paganism  and brought about the destruction of many pagan temples in his diocese, most notably that of the Temple of Artemis in Lycia.

 He also attended the Council of Nicaea in 325  and for his staunch defense of the doctrine of the Blessed Trinity earned the title of "Defender of Orthodoxy" which is still remembered (particularly in the Eastern Church). During the Nicaean Council, legend has it that St. Nicholas became so frustrated with the foolishness of the arguments against the Trinity, that during the debates, he flew across the room and actually slapped Arius, his chief opponent!  For this affront to the dignity of the council, St. Nicholas was put in prison to cool off, but in a miracle, he was freed of his chains by Christ, Himself, and clothed by the Blessed Mother in the omophorion, the stole that became the traditional garb of the eastern bishops.
The slap.  You can mess with
St. Nick, but don't mess with
the Holy Trinity!

But, aside from his ecclesiastical duties as a bishop and defender of the Faith, St Nicholas was known as a holy man, one especially likeable and warm-hearted.  As you might guess, he really was known for his devotion to the care of the poor, and the legend of his secret gifts to the needy appear to be perfectly true.  But, aside from his practical works of mercy, he was known, even in his day as a Wonder Worker;  many miracles are included in his biography, a large portion of which concern helping and protecting children.  He has earned for this reason the title of patron of children -- but it's more likely that when he brought gifts to needy children, it was in the way of food and warm clothing --  not toys or candy.

Where Did He Live?

St. Nicholas was born in 270 A.D., the son of wealthy parents in the Greek city of Patara, which was at that time a province of the Roman Empire. This area is now the southern coast of Turkey. When he was a young man, St. Nicholas went on a pilgrimage to the Holy Land, where he stayed for a while, but upon returning, stopped in Myra (which is now the town of Demre), where he was elected Bishop.  He traveled in his duties, but remained bishop of the see of Myra for the rest of his life.

Why He is Sometimes Called St. Nicholas of Bari?

When St. Nicholas died on December 6th, in the year 343, his body was entombed in Myra, but in the early 11th century,  Muslims took over the town, and, in the confusion, sailors from Bari, Italy (against the wishes of the attending monks in Myra) removed the remains, taking them back with them to Bari, where St. Nicholas' relics remain to this day.   A beautiful basilica, the " Basilica di San Nicola" was completed to house the relics in the middle of the twelfth century, this becoming a great pilgrimage center in the Middle Ages.
 From the earliest days, miraculous oil or "manna" had exuded from the tomb and continued to do so after the relics' removal from Myra.The "Manna" (sometimes called "Myrrh") of St. Nicholas is reported to flow from the relics even to this day.

Is there Devotion to St. Nicholas in Our Day?

Unfortunately, regardless of  all the wonder and drama and sanctity of his life, the real St. Nicholas has gotten somewhat lost in the confusion with Santa Claus in our western world.  His feast day is on the Roman Catholic, Eastern Orthodox, Oriental Orthodox, Anglican, and Lutheran calendars, but he's probably better known for one legendary act of mercy than for anything else in his long ,busy, very holy life.  Just about anyone who has any idea of  "St. Nick" can tell about the three daughters who lacked dowries to get married.  The story goes that the Bishop, hearing of their need, snuck into the family's home by night and slipped the necessary funds into the girls' stockings that had been hanging to dry by the fireplace.  This story is so ancient that the biographers of the saint believe that it has some foundation in fact.  And it is from this work of mercy that our Christmas stocking tradition proceeds.  Thus most American's single recollection of the life of our saint.


BUT...

According to the details given in Wikipedia, there are still many world wide traditions associated with St. Nicholas that aren't  connected to our American Santa Claus, though some of them represent the forerunners of his tradition.  From the Netherlands to Serbia and all over the world, December 6th is remembered in feast and custom honoring St. Nicholas.  In celebration of his reknowned charity, gift-giving is usually part of the picture, of course.



And in the Church
We remember St. Nicholas in the Mass:

 Prayer of the Collect for December 6th

 
O God, who didst adorn by the workings of countless miracles the holy bishop Nicholas: grant, we beseech Thee, that by his merits and prayers we may be delivered from the flames of hell.  Through our Lord.....




Ways To Celebrate the Feastday?

To dive into a plethora of customs and ideas for crafts and cooking to celebrate the day, you can go to The St. Nicholas Center, most especially for the true story of our saint;  this site is an amazing resource -- the one from which I derived a lot of the facts you may have read here.  And, by all means, if you have any inclination at all toward baking for St. Nicholas Day or any of the feasts of December, Catholic Cuisine is thee go-to website.  For craft ideas, try Catholic Icing or run back over to the St. Nicholas Center for some ideas.

And for coloring pages (Gotta Have Coloring Pages!), there are several really good ones at the St. Nicholas Center, but the following icon is considered to actually most favor the real St. Nicholas:


Happy Feast of St. Nicholas!

St. Nicholas, Pray for us!




Friday, December 4, 2020

Be Afraid, FedEx Guys; Be Very Afraid




 

Dawsey Marie, Esq.
"Dawsey" a mash-up of St.s Darius
and Chrysoganus, the feast day we
got the little guy on. Built-in patrons.
Terrifying, isn't he?

Thursday, December 3, 2020

Another Throwback

 Just because I want to remember these moments, myself. And maybe some day the kids will get a kick out of remembering them, too.

From Dec 3, 2015...


To cheer him up after the "arm-fracture episode,"  I took William to Wmart to spend the gift card he got from Grandma and Grandpa ( Dan Davis) for his birthday. 

He got a couple dvds (featuring dinosaurs and Hobbits) and this little stuffed foofoo dog to add to the stuffed animal menagerie.

For those who don't know, William and Gabe collect stuffed animals. They have 85 altogether now (and counting). Each is named, has a distinct personality and "voice" and interacts in an ongoing narrative. Yeah. These two little boys are either creative phenoms or just nuts (probably both.)

Anyway, I was a little surprised at his choice of a fluffy little GIRL dog, though, as you can imagine. I mean, she had a pink bow on her head, for heaven's sake! (Though they did take that off, I'm happy to report.)

So, I asked him, "A girl dog? Really?"

His answer (and what I had to share. ;) )...

First: "Well, feel her: She's so FLUFFY!!

THEN: "You know, ya have to have drama." 

And I will leave you with that. 


(I smacked him on his good arm.)

Thursday Throwbacks

 Because this will always crack me up! Six years ago. Good gracious! It's crazy.

Michelle's oldest daughter is almost the age that William was when this movie was made. 

Wednesday, December 2, 2020

Random Qs Wednesday

* What is the most important thing about electronics? What does this say about you?


I don't know that it's the most important thing, in general, but the most pertinent thing to me about
electronics is that the technology allows me to communicate with not only my far-away friends and family -- but to communicate, in general, in a way that's comfortable to me. I'm one of those weird temperaments (INFJ on the Meyer's Briggs scale thingy) that is essentially an introvert with an inborn instinct to communicate. I could live on a desert island and never again see another living soul, so long as I had books and internet with messaging (and, well, yeah, my husband. I would miss him terribly if he weren't here, live and in living color). Also, Amazon music playlists and Audiobooks, are, in my opinion, the best things ever invented.

That said, though, looking at the big picture, I think the internet has been a weirdly bipolar force in our modern world. It can be a very dangerous portal to evil -- in the same way that books, magazines, television and movies have always been, and so must be carefully monitored if used at all by our children, and carefully used by just everyone. But there are all kinds of evil introduced by the internet. It's allowed the detrimental influence of the globalist cabal through Big Tech and the lamestream media to have a far larger sway than I think they would have if folks didn't walk around with constant updates from the far left popping up literally in their hands 24/7/365. BUT, it's also allowed for the alternate media to have an international voice that it probably could not have had otherwise. If we were still connected chiefly through print media and four television stations, none of us would know the first thing about all the fraud in the 2020 election, for instance, and the reality of the mind control perpetrated through the so many worldwide industries. So, yeah. The technology that's come with electronics is a double-edged sword. We will never go back to the simple days of limited media we think we can trust, so I guess the take-away is to be grateful we do have good options (if we're vigilant and thoughtful) where we can still find and discern the truth of what is really going on in the world. 

What this says about me: I guess I really do still want to know what's going on in the world -- as much as it pains me. And I want to be able to comment on it. But not in person. So the technology scales tip to positive for me.



  1. * Why do people care about celebrities? Do you care about celebrities?


  2. I believe the world's fascination with celebrities comes from the fact that we are hardwired to seek a Higher Authority, a Greater Good. In a world that has become increasingly Godless, worldly people have defaulted to those figures that have been glamorized by the influencers (BigTech and Lamestream Media) instead of to God. Things like beauty, power, money, and fame, and athletic ability have become our gods. Not an unusual problem in the history of the world, but the general acceptance of Godlessness and the marginalization -- and even persecution -- of Godliness has reached epic proportions. A sad situation. Pop celebrities are almost those with the least intelligence, character, personal morality and wisdom, and least worthy of our attention.
  3. Needless to say, I don't care the least about pop celebrities. The closest thing to pop celebrities in my world are folks like G.K. Chesterton and Archbishop Fulton J. Sheen -- who are almost contemporary figures (and flawed, yes, but men worth some credit). Far better celebrities are the Blessed Mother and the whole Communion of Saints, that goes without saying. If I were forced to choose a current "celebrity," there are a couple people for whom I I do have a high regard. I generally trust the opinions of  D'nesh DSouza, for instance, and Sean Hannity and Candace Owens, and I have an appreciation for the vision and political integrity of our president, Donald Trump. But my regard for them is with careful vigilance and nowhere close to undying loyalty. I don't give a hoot about movie stars or athletes, though. Seriously. Meh. 

  1. * What is the most annoying thing someone can do to you?
  2. There's annoying and annoying. Cracking of knuckles is an irritant, but one I can ignore. Mumbling bothers me -- just because I have a hard enough time hearing anyways, and I do want to know what you are saying. But really annoying, that which is hard to brush away -- is when I ask someone to be mindful of cleaning up after themselves (shutting drawers and cabinets, for instance) -- and they just don't do it. Repeatedly. I hate to be taken for granted as the slave of the house when it takes so little effort for people who also live here to be thoughtful in small ways. I know it's a great means of mortification to follow behind people and just do these things, but the flip of that coin is that I am then enabling these people to be thoughtless cretins. Not a good thing. Am I right, Moms, or am I right?

  3. * Do you overexaggerate? What are the pros and cons of this?
  4. "Over-exaggerate?" I guess that depends on what you mean by exaggerating overly. (wink) Um. To answer honestly: most of the people in my family have a strong inclination to the Irish telling of tales -- that talent which takes the simplest chronology of events and turns it into entertainment, complete with creative embellishment of details. Not lying exactly, just tweaking the hue and contrast of the picture a bit, iykwim. In other words, not something necessarily to be taken to the priest in Confession, but if you ask someone else to tell you the same story, it might not sound quite the same. But they're the same story. It's just that the Irish story teller stands on a different side of every "room" -- the side where the fun interpretation colors the viewpoint.
Pro: Lots more fun.
Con: Some people object to having more fun and want the facts; only the facts.
  1. * Have you played any instruments before? Which instruments?
  2. The flutophone in 7th grade. If you handed me one today, 44 years later, I could probably still play the Carol of the Bells. And nothing else. I have a dulcimer I really want to learn how to play, though. We'll see if my brain can still learn such a thing.

  3. * Do you like taking selfies? Why or why not?
  4. No. Too much nose. No matter how I hold the phone, I look like this:


  5. God took good care of any inclination toward vanity for me.