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I want to give a warm welcome to all conservative Catholics who visit this site. You are not alone, many of us are suffering due to the...

The most precious blood of Jesus Christ! July is the month of Precious Blood and the first day is its feast day, but what is it?

Sandpoint, ID, July 8, 2026 — As the United States commemorates its semiquincentennial year, Catholics from across the country are preparing to celebrate the beatification of one of America's most influential religious figures. On September 23, 2026, the eve of Archbishop Fulton J. Sheen's beatification, leading Catholic scholars, clergy, and evangelists will gather in St. Louis for a one-day national conference examining Sheen's enduring vision for faith, leadership, and cul

Mice and cheese Are a blessing indeed! Mice burrow in soil, Foraging, Planting the seed. The seed will grow Into food we need. Aerating plants, Making a home for ants. They also serve As a meal as well— Food for foxes, Snakes, and owls. It seems there’s always Someone on the prowl! And mice are pets, Social and clean, With furry whiskers, Though rarely seen. Feed your little mouse Some cheese: By and by, All will be pleased.

How do I address you, friend so dear, I—hounded by time's onward press— in seeking comfort at your breast: What strength have I to speak my fear? Is it welcome that I be so bold? "Love is basic"— convention's creed, "Be cautious!" conscience does proceed, tense, beset; am I ever free? Knowing the untried is agony, when opposites share company. My concern? That there's a greater more, Something better is new in store than what was once could come to be! Wonderful, that what wa

Someone’s been following me of late, Whose face I cannot fully see. A shadowy figure, a trick of the light, Which may be a part of me. Why I am pacing after myself, Heaven above only knows, But the heavy feeling of being watched Only grows and grows. Who they are or what they want, I truly have no idea, But they are there and pressing close, Drawing entirely too near. You may think I’m slipping into madness, As the elderly sometimes do, But if a shadow pursued your step

I enaged in an interesting conversation with AI for the past two hours over two crucial matters imposed on believers today about synodality and the impending schism of SSPX. Our shared conclusion it that the Church seems to be losing her grasp of her spiritual mission in the way she is simultaneously handling these conflicts: permitting but also encouraging ongoing debate with synodal tolerance over the acceptance of homosexuality as a possible moral lifestyle within her con

This is a sample of my avante-gard writing style. I've had this story for awhile, but when a friend recently asked if I write (other than poems, he may have meant), I decided to publish it here. You don't have to comment, but a thumbs up might help me decide whether to continue writing or go back to being retired. :-) -- My first night on the job. Some job. I had volunteered for a local suicide prevention hotline because, not long ago, I’d been feeling suicidal myself. A l