Congressman Henry Hyde on the Irish Vote for Abortion 2018

On this most sorrowful day in Irish history.

“When the time comes, as it surely will, when we face that awesome moment, the final judgment, I’ve often thought, as Fulton Sheen wrote, that it is a terrible moment of loneliness. You have no advocates, you are there alone standing before God — and a terror will rip your soul like nothing you can imagine. But I really think that those in the pro-life movement will not be alone. I think there’ll be a chorus of voices that have never been heard in this world but are heard beautifully and clearly in the next world — and they will plead for everyone who has been in this movement. They will say to God, ‘Spare him, because he loved us!'”

Congressman Henry Hyde

Catholic Ireland Downgrades . . .

Tears of joy are being shed today in St. Patrick’s Ireland. I’m sure that if St. Patrick was still walking the Emerald Isles, he’d be crying today, too . . . but not for the same reason.

Hard as it is to believe, the excitement is over the legalization of killing babies in the womb. Women are rejoicing at finally having the choice to rid themselves of inconveniences aka babies. Why hasn’t any pro-abort woman ever stopped to think that while they want the freedom to be women with a choice over their body, they are often aborting as yet unborn females. Are they segregating themselves from a bunch of female-shaped fetal cells because they can’t see and hold those baby girls and refuse to even contemplate they might be doing away someone that would mean the world to them . . . BUT, only it was convenient.

Over the years, more and more proof (like any warm-blooded person really needed it) has come forth showing that babies in the womb hear you, respond to your voice and show up on ultrasounds as viable beings. Babies in the womb can also feel so being poisoned or ripped from limb to limb and dragged from the body of the only home they know up to then is a sad thought. God planned a much better welcome to the world for leaving the womb they called Mother for so long.

I wonder . . . do you think the snakes will come back to Ireland?

Happy Birthday, Padre Pio!

May you continue to help us here on earth from your place in Heaven!

“Prayer is the best weapon we have; it is the key to God’s heart. You must speak to Jesus not only with your lips, but with your heart. In fact on certain occasions you should only speak to Him with your heart.”

“Have courage and do not fear the assaults of the Devil. Remember this forever; it is a healthy sign if the devil shouts and roars around your conscience, since this shows that he is not inside your will.”

“The most beautiful act of faith is the one made in darkness, in sacrifice, and with extreme effort.”

Husbands Take Note?

When our lawn mower broke and wouldn’t run, my wife kept hinting to me hat I should get it fixed. But, somehow I always had something else to take care of first, the truck, the car, playing golf – always something more important to me.
Finally she thought of a clever way to make her point. When I arrived home one day, I found her seated in the tall grass, busily snipping away with a tiny pair of sewing scissors. I watched silently for a short time and then went into the house. I was gone only a minute, and when I came out again I handed her a toothbrush.

I said, “When you finish cutting the grass, you might as well sweep the driveway.”

The doctors say I will walk again, but I will always have a limp

A Dialogue on Charity :-)

A Dialogue on Charity
by T. E. H.

Dramatis Personae:
Fr. Lan from Fooland (He insists it pronounced “fulland”) & Parishioner R. Hood

Fr. L: Mr. Hood! Why are you trying to start my car?

R.H.: Why father, I’m just trying to live up to your sermons. Didn’t you say last Sunday that if a poor person steals something from a rich person, there was no sin involved? That is was a positive good?

Fr. L: I certainly did and I stand by that. The obligations of Christian charity require that we have a preferential option for the poor. But since I’m not rich and you’re not poor, what does that have to do with my car?

R.H.: Well you certainly didn’t give us any way of deciding who was rich and who was poor. So, I checked on your salary and benefits and since you make more than me, that makes you richer and me poorer. So you’re rich and I’m poor.

Fr. L: That’s ridiculous! Besides, I never intended it to apply to you or me, but to the really rich and the really poor.

R.H.: You seem rich enough to me, and I certainly feel poor. And as you said in another sermon, feelings are what it’s all about.

Fr. L: I’m not going to bandy words with you anymore. Get out of my car or I’m calling the police.

R.H.: I’m shocked that you would willing collaborate with the um, what did you call them, oh yeah!, the tools of the American fascist regime. At least that’s what you called them when they were turning people over to the immigration service.

Fr. L: Just, get, out, of, my, car!

R.H.: Don’t have a fit, father, I’ll get out. I’ll even give you my key for the car. I’ll see if my son still has his key. He was a little tipsy when he came home last night and might have dropped it on the way into the house. Don’t worry, I gave him a good talking to about drinking and driving. He won’t do that again.

Fr. L: You mean that your rotten, no good, drugged out, bum of a son, has been driving my car?

R.H.: Sure father, he’s even poorer than I am.