Category: Catholic Living

We are members of the Mystical Body of Christ. Therefore, we are not solitaries. We have a duty to help one another achieve our common salvation. We have a duty, first and foremost in our own homes, to work toward the restoration of the Catholic culture that our ancestors enjoyed. If we “cultivate” that culture ourselves, we can attract others. What we must realize is that we are not each our own species, like the angels (so taught St. Thomas), but we are members of one human race. God wills to restore and even more wonderfully recreate that original unity (disassociated after the dispersion at the Tower of Babel) in the one true Church. The articles found in this section emphasize the beauty of Catholic social and cultural life in its varied and sundry forms, as well as the harmony that flows from the incorporation of many into the one living Body of Christ. Viva Cattolicesimo!

The Need for Romanticism

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The splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story; The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, … Continue reading →

Farewell Meat!

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This year of 2025, Mardi Gras arrives on March 4. While the season of Septuagesima, Shrovetide, Carneval — call it what you will — is ending, it is important to remember that keeping it is the hallmark of Catholic cultures. … Continue reading →

Faerie in February

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Lament, lament, old Abbeys, The Fairies’ lost command! They did but change Priests’ babies, But some have changed your land. And all your children, sprung from thence, Are now grown Puritans, Who live as changelings ever since For love of … Continue reading →

Thoughts on Candlemas

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Down with the rosemary, and so Down with the bays and misletoe; Down with the holly, ivy, all Wherewith ye dress’d the Christmas hall; That so the superstitious find No one least branch there left behind; For look, how many … Continue reading →

The Old Year Dies

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Full knee-deep lies the winter snow, And the winter winds are wearily sighing: Toll ye the church bell sad and slow, And tread softly and speak low, For the old year lies a-dying. Old year you must not die; You … Continue reading →

Yuletide Self-Defence

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Ye modern throng, whose tinsel joys reveal The strain’d and labour’d ecstasies you feel; Whose empty pastimes hold a spurious bliss, And feebly copy brighter days than this: Your clumsy games suspend, and pause to hear Of genuine mirth, and … Continue reading →