This photo has been circulating around social media.   A friend posted this documentary regarding the historicity of the shroud, and the developments of the scientific study.   It’s fascinating, and worth making some time to watch, as you may.    To start things off and finish them well, we have the Anima Christi,  in the original Latin, and in an English translation.    

Anima Christi, sanctifica me.
Corpus Christi, salva me.
Sanguis Christi, inebria me.
Aqua lateris Christi, lava me.
Passio Christi, conforta me.
O bone Jesu, exaudi me.
Intra tua vulnera absconde me.
Ne permittas me separari a te.
Ab hoste maligno defende me.
In hora mortis meae voca me.
Et iube me venire ad te,
Ut cum Sanctis tuis laudem te,
In saecula saeculorum.

Soul of Christ, sanctify me
Body of Christ, save me
Blood of Christ, inebriate me
Water from the side of Christ, wash me
Passion of Christ, strengthen me
O good Jesus, hear me
Within Thy wounds hide me
Separated from Thee let me never be (“Permit me not to be separated from Thee”)
From the malicious enemy defend me (“From the malignant enemy defend me”)
In the hour of my death call me
And bid me come unto Thee
That I may praise Thee with Thy saints (“That with thy Saints I may praise Thee”)
Forever and ever

Oh, and this one’s good too… as are many of the documentaries out there.

I noticed the other day that WordPress now has a “Gallery” feature. How long it’s had this, I do not know… I’ve posted galleries before from plugins, but not from WordPress itself.

It’s these types of things which make me such a compelling blogger.

At any rate, here are a few pix from my recent visit to Peru, visiting La Familia de Jesus, supporting a vocation from our Parish. Wonderful country, beautiful people, and a great experience overall.

I promise to write more about this experience.

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Mental note: when using the Gallery feature, it may be best to use the caption feature as well.

In the ordinary Calendar of the Church, today’s Divine Office remembered Pope St. Gregory the Great.   A Doctor of the Church, a Holy Father of the Church,  a renowned administrator of the Church, and a generally all around brilliant man, this excerpt from one of his Homily’s demonstrates a true humility;  he acknowledges his weaknesses, explains his duties. His torment — the carrying of his cross — comes through very clearly.  We can all relate somewhat to St. Gregory’s writing here.  

From a Homily by St. Gregory the Great…

(Lib. 1, 11, 4-6: CCL 142, 170-172)


Son of man, I have made you a watchman for the house of Israel.

Note that a man that the Lord sends forth as a preacher is called a watchman. A watchman always stand on a height so that he can see from afar what is coming. Anyone appointed to be a watchman for the people must stand on a height all his life to help them by his foresight.

How hard it is for me to say this, for by these very words I denounce myself. I cannot preach with any confidence, and yet insofar as I do succeed, still I myself do not live my life according to my own preaching.

I do not deny my responsibility; I recognize that I am slothful and negligent, but perhaps the acknowledgement of my fault will win me pardon from my just judge. Indeed when I was in the monastery I could curb my idle talk and usually be absorbed in my prayers. Since I assumed the burden of pastoral care, my mind can no longer be collected; it is concerned with so many matters.

I am forced to consider the affairs of the Church and of the monasteries. I must weigh the lives and acts of individuals. I am responsible for the concerns of our citizens. I must worry about the invasions of roving bands of barbarians, and beware of the wolves who lie in wait for my flock. I must be an administrator lest the religious go in want. I must put up with certain robbers without losing patience and at times I must deal with them in all charity.

With my mind divided and torn to pieces by so many problems, how can I meditate or preach wholeheartedly without neglecting the ministry of proclaiming the Gospel? Moreover, in my position I must often communicate with worldly men. At times I let my tongue run, for if I am always severe in my judgments, the worldly will avoid me, and I can never attract them as I would. As a result I often listen patiently to chatter. And because I too am weak, I find myself drawn little by little into idle conversation, and I begin to talk freely about matter which once I would have avoided. What once I found tedious, I now enjoy.

So who am I to be a watchman, for I do not stand on the mountain of action but lie down in the valley of weakness? Truly the all powerful Creator and Redeemer of mankind can give me in spite of my weaknesses a higher life and effective speech;   because I love Him I do no spare myself in speaking of Him.

Peru, 2016

Anyone who knows me, knows that I tend to spend vacation time visiting and praying in foreign missions. Either that or hiking, which brings up entirely different issues that we won’t go into right now.

This year was no different. One of our Parishioners is discerning a vocation to religious life in the Family of Jesus the Healer.

Life in the Jungle

My life is forever transformed by spending time with them in prayer, and in experiencing their devotion to the Church, to the imitation of Christ, devotion to the Blessed Virgin Mary, and to the entire wealth of spiritual knowledge and practice of the Faith. They’re a young order, but honest, open, and seeking what is most True.


The mountains of Peru they are not. I was able to spend a week, in retreat, in a Dominican Priory in Cuzco, which led to a whole new series of adventures, and took a day to travel to Puno to see Lake Titicaca. The entrance fee to Bolivia, right next door to Puno which is where I was, for US citizens is $135, unless you just walk across without telling anyone. I avoided the shakedown and the shenanigans, and decided to save all of that for a separate trip.

(I did see Lake Titicaca, and actually stepped foot into it… too cold to swim. Fascinating place, and while there my mind stopped translating signs and billboards, and just undestood them for what they said, in Spanish.)

Puerto Maldonado

Puerto Maldonado, where they live, is a part of the jungles of Peru, bordering Brazil and Bolivia. There, illegal gold ming is becoming a thing… Human trafficking is becoming a thing, to satisfy the earthly hungers of those involved in the gold mining. Issues, man. They have issues in Puerto Maldonado, beautifully hidden behind the growing facade of selva tourism.

Brother Maximillian

Brother Maximillian of the Immaculate, is a vocation from our Parish, discerning life with this community. He’s in good hands, and they have a gem in the rough, being refined as such things are, and as such persons are.

Travel is not my strong point, when it comes to rest… I hope to post more about is in the next several weeks. But, we all know how that goes! See you soon enough.


As the world falls apart about our ears, I thought it’d be a good idea to look up a bit more on Anne Katherine Emmerich. I hear it’s a bad night to go out, what with demonstrations all about – though have Homilies to write, dishes to wash, prayers to pray… Enough to keep me otherwise preoccupied.

Voici a bit more, from visiting the site over at alchetron. I have no idea who they are. But, they do have a good little history of her – which includes this video

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