Treat each Birth as Your First, Your Last, Your Only...

Announcing Jude Charles Millette. Born a healthy 8lbs, 10oz, on August 28 at 9:36am. Mother and son are doing well.

The whole experience reminds me of the old spiritual maxim for priests: Say every Mass as if it were your first Mass, your last Mass, your only Mass. This birth reminds me of having our first child, our last child, our only child.

This is our last child in the sense of our most recent child (not as a "no more kids for us!"). We showed up at the hospital not too early, and not too late. The doctor and nurses were very respectful, not at all pushy, and overall just tremendous. Becca was a champ at getting the baby out. The doctor even remarked, on more than one occasion, that Becca should be inducted into the Obstetric Hall of Fame (probably non-existent). The nurses afterwards left us alone as much as they were allowed to. And, amazingly, the doctor even sent us home the same day, which is quite rare. What a difference a few kids make! When our first child was bor…

Waiting, Waiting, Waiting: And Update

Here's a brief update, as well as some flotsam and jetsam:

1) The "13th Man" Baby

Here in Saskatchewan there is a moment in our province's history we discuss only with hushed anger: The 13th Man.

Of course the story is that the Saskatchewan Roughriders were all set to win the CFL Grey Cup Championship back in 2009. In fact, they won it! The Montreal Alouettes missed a game winning field goal at the end of the game. Roughrider players poured onto the field in jubilation. However, and I shake still as I write this, Saskatchewan was charged with a "too many men" penalty. That's right, there were 13 players on the field. Montreal got a second chance to kick the field goal. They made it, Saskatchewan lost, and the rest is history. Sad, sad history.

What of this event?

So last night it seemed we finally, FINALLY, were going to have our baby. I even called my dad and he made the 45 minute drive to our house, at 1am, to watch the kids while I drove my wife to the ho…

The Smoke and Mirrors of St. Chesterton

GK Chesterton's cause for sainthood has met a major stumbling block. According to the Bishop of Northhampton, Most Reverend Peter Doyle:

“That conclusion is that I am unable to promote the cause of GK Chesterton for three reasons. Firstly, and most importantly, there is no local cult. Secondly, I have been unable to tease out a pattern of personal spirituality. And, thirdly, even allowing for the context of G K Chesterton’s time, the issue of anti-Semitism is a real obstacle particularly at this time in the United Kingdom.” Ouch. 

Now if you have ever been to a Catholic college (as in non-Jesuit, but rather truly Catholic), you will be familiar with the Chesterton crowd. They will smoke cigars, quote pithy from GK, and meet at pubs to discuss intellectual topics (while smoking more cigars). “In Catholicism, the pint, the pipe and the cross can all fit..." they will add, as a smoke ring rises to the rafters.

I'm not sure if these Chestertonians ever discuss how on earth GK'…

If the Church Has Been Infiltrated, The Road to Recovery is Long Indeed

It seems redundant to bemoan that, for over one year now, the Catholic Church has being shaken by unbridled scandals of, what you might call, “inadmissible” conduct. This Hollywood-worthy feature of ecclesial sex, scandal, power, and wealth continues to unfold at a hectic, yet paradoxically boorish, pace. The response from far too many bishops is deviously lethargic – perhaps they are still too “shocked” to act properly.

Still, the faithful Catholic must persevere in the midst of this scandal infecting Christ’s Church. It is undoubtedly a real and frightful tale of The Good, the Bad and The Ugly:

The Good - More Catholics are aware of the scandals, true protagonists such as Archbishop Vigano are fighting bravely, and traditional Catholicism continues as a growing refuge for disenchanted Catholics.
The Bad - Far too many Catholics, often termed “neo-Catholics”, still ardently defend, or at least excuse, the Pope Francis regime.
The Ugly – Despite unceasing revelations on McCarrick, Bran…

Book Review: Infiltration

Dr. Taylor Marshall's latest novel, Infiltration: The Plot to Destroy the Church from Within, was released on May 31st, the traditional celebration of the Queenship of Mary. Due to high demand, my copy did not arrive until recently. The actual book is a quick read, thanks to Marshall's smooth and skillful writing. 

Infiltration examines the Catholic Church from the 1830s until present. Why the 1830s? In the 1830s there was an important Freemasonic document discovered called the Alta Vendita. Essentially, the Alta Vendita was a game plan, written by Freemasons, on how to infiltrate the Catholic Church. For instance, the Alta Vendita states:
"Now then, in order to secure to us a Pope according to our own heart, it is necessary to fashion for that Pope a generation worthy of the kingdom of which we dream. Leave on one side old age and middle life, go to the youth, and, if possible, even to the children."

And so, from this document onward, Marshall tracks the Freemasonic at…

Protesting Fasting and Other Hidden Catholic Treasures

I will begin with a quick flashback. My wife and kids paid a quick visit to some Protestant friends during Holy Week. When I asked how the outing went, my seven-year-old son complained, “Oh, they were eating ice cream when we got there.” I tried encouraging him, saying Easter was near and that we would make up for lost time (and we have). Such is the blessedly balanced life of a Catholic. We fast and we feast.

Catholics follow set disciplines, based on Scripture, Tradition (lowercase and capital “t”) and the Magisterium, for the spiritual health of the soul. Nevertheless, seeing these Protestant friends eat ice cream during Holy Week reinforces one unequivocal fact: if I were a Protestant, I would be a terrible Christian.[i]

I would be terrible because I would knowingly neglect my Christian duties. For instance, Jesus said to pray and fast (Mt 17:21). I have no idea if those Protestant friends my wife and kids visited fast much. Hopefully they do. But truth be told, if I did not have Ho…

Helping the Family, Practically Speaking

What does the exemplary Catholic family look like? How do its members carry themselves in public? Does the image of the Holy Family authentically radiate from their exhibition of joy and righteousness?
Picture this stereotype: a successful father and businessman, his attractive and energetic wife, and their eight wonderful children, entering a large passenger van. The father unhooks the beads from his rear-view mirror and leads the family in a pre-Mass rosary. The children, neat and tidy in noteworthy Mass attire, respond piously to each Hail Mary. Meanwhile, the mother makes one last check of her purse to ensure all necessary Mass booklets, veils, and prayer cards are in order. The father, looking smart with his Mass suit resting flawlessly on his broad shoulders, confidently pulls the van into the church parking lot, and stops the van. 
The van is parked crooked. It takes up two parking spots. A car also pulls into the parking lot, but is now forced to occupy a space much farther away…