Birthdays

Yesterday was Mary's. THE Mary, i.e., the one who promised to love, honour, and obey me and is far ahead of so many in this world in the marital vocation with success in two out of three. And just because I didn't mention it here on The Day doesn't mean I forgot. But it ought to go on the net. Even a day late. Beirlá Maith, mo cuisla, mo chroí.

And today, the 29th, is the late Archbishop Lefebvre's birthday. Even those of us who couldn't go along with the consecrations owe him a lot. A prayer for his soul wouldn't go amiss. If you thought he was right, pray for him in gratitude. If not, pray in charity, for then he may need it even more.