Of movings and such.

Well, I leave for Bruté two Thursdays from now. OUCH! Where did the time go? I look around my room and it makes me upset, because even though I have been packing and packing, I am getting no where. I work this weekend on day shifts, so hopefully, when I am done each day, I will come home and finish packing…hmmm. I keep telling myself that. When you get home tonight from work, you are going to finish packing your little items, clear your desk totally off, and start packing your clothes. Just leaving the necessary things out for you to wear until then. And then each night when I get home, I see my bed piled high with things I tried to pack that morning, and I sit them in the floor, fold down the covers, say my prayers and fall fast asleep. Well, I wish it was that easy. What actually happens is each night after I get home I do the afore mentioned things, except the falling asleep part, that isn’t quite down pat yet. You see, above the side of my bed, I have a markerboard with a calendar that I used during High school, so I could see what I needed to do that day. Now, it is my packing board, and I have 40+ things written on it, to not forget. And then each night as I lay there, I think about those things and add more. AHHHHHH! 

My cat Annie has become my little packing assistant, as she goes around with me and lays on top of my papers and such on my desk, just watching me as I pack things up. Then when she feels I need to rest she will jump down and rub against my legs until I pick her up and either rub her belly, or carry her around the room rocking her to the music. She and I both love classical music, and whenever I play it on my stereos, my trumpet, piano, organ… She finds me and sits right next to it enjoying it. She real seems to like the bass sounds on a couple of Mozart’s pieces as well as she purrs with them.

Well, the dryer calls me as my work clothes are done, so I better go and finish getting ready for work. If you’re in the neighborhood of the DQ Grill & Chill. COme stop by and say hi, we’d love to hear from you!


Corey D. Bruns

St. John Vianney ~ Ora Pro Nobis

Post on the Latin Mass

On This Rock: If I Had a Vote on Our Next Archbishop – This Bishop Would Get My Vote.


Check out the above link found on Fr. John Hollowell’s blog: “On This Rock”

I have wanted to blog on my personal experience with the Latin Mass for quite awhile, and now I have a reason to.

Bishop Sample has always been one of my favorite Bishops, and this re-affirms it even more. I attended my first Latin Mass earlier this Summer in June while I was at the State FFA Convention in Lexington. Fr. John Rickert celebrated the Mass for the feast of St. Anthony of Padua. It was a sung Mass, since it was a pretty big feast for the church. It was absolutely beautiful! Did I understand much of what was being said? No. Could I hear what the priest was praying all the time? No. Did it bother me that I could only see the Priest’s back and not his face? No. Some may ask well why not? The answer is simple. During the whole Mass my attention was on one thing and two things alone: The Crucifix above the Altar, and then the Host when the priest turned around to show us Jesus and give us communion. That was the only thing on my mind for the full 45 minute Mass at 7 am on a hot Summer day. It was as if the other couple people in the church didn’t exist at all. It was me, myself, and I with Jesus. Now I am not trying to say that I was being self-absorbed or egotistical, but that was what it felt like. It was a different feeling than being in Adoration alone with Jesus. This was more close to Calvary to me. It seemed that it was more intimate and personal. With my eyes on the Crucifix and the soft musical chants in the background by the choir, I could see myself there at the foot of the Cross, when the bells were rung and the Host was raised, I was there watching as the cross was raised above the Earth and Jesus fell forward immediately feeling pain, except at that moment he felt none nor was there any blood, as the Mass is an un-bloody sacrifice.

Words can’t really express what I felt during the Mass, it was as if I had stepped into eternity and then had to step back out when it was over. I have never really felt that way before during a Mass in the Novus Ordo, otherwise known as the Mass in the vernacular. I was overcome with a great sense of serenity and peace. I pray that if you have never encountered our Lord in the traditional rite of the Church, that you will find a Latin Mass and go to it. It is a little slice of Heaven on Earth.


Now granted, for some the Latin Mass is not enjoyable, it really makes them uncomfortable and feel out of place, and I agree that it is not for everyone, but that is where the beauty of the two rites come into play. So much of the Novus Ordo Mass can be mixed with the Latin Mass, whether it be the servers, the Priest facing the Altar (Ad Omnes) and not facing the people (Ad populum), the incense and sounds of the bells. or a Latin Hymn/chants. There is so much that the church can do to increase the beauty of the Mass and ensure that the next generation receives a greater experience with Christ at every Mass than ever before. This is our tradition, this is our history, let us not throw it away or cast it aside, but embrace it and use it to reclaim our faith, reclaim our families, reclaim our country, and reclaim the world for Christ. There is a reason that the Church celebrated Mass like that for thousands of years. We must embrace not only our history, but also embrace and look forward to our future.


May God bless you and keep you, May he shine his face upon you and grant you his precious gift of peace! The Lord bless you!





Kneeler ***UPDATE***

So, everything has been going good with my kneeler. I have finished the kneeler pad, I have all of the parts cut out and everything is assembled except for the top. (My goal for tomorrow.) After that I will have to attach the folding kneeler to the main frame. Yes, I made it so the it will fold up and not use all of the space that it would otherwise. 

Now, I said that everything has been going good, up until today. I knew that I would mess up sooner or later and it just happened to fall on today. I was mounting the base of the kneeler pad base to the sides of the folding kneeler and I had to change my design, so that it would look a little better. So with Duvall’s help I ended up having to measure, rip, and cut two blocks to mount as braces for the top, or rather bottom of the kneeler pad. And when the part I needed to be 5 7/8″ long turned out to be 4 7/8″ I had to go grab Duvall again to help me catch the piece while we ripped it on the table saw. AHHHHHHH!!! I wish I hadn’t done that. But as Duvall said, I do have a surplus of scrap oak. (I think that I am using only six oak bookshelves. Yeah thats right 6!! Way to be eco-friendly, thanks to Mrs. West and Duvall.) But after fixing that mistake, I knew that it was only a matter of time before something else happened.

Cue, about an hour later: I had just finished mounting everything for the kneeler base (minus the pad, because I still have to stain and varnish before I mount it) and I went to try folding it up…scrape, scratch, won’t budge. Uh-Oh! Thanks to the 50+ year old Oak deciding to warp slightly over a three day period, after I built the frame the kneeler will not fit inside it without scraping and stopping. Thankfully though after talking it over with Duvall, I just had to take the kneeler pad base off and make it a 1/4″ shorter. Which will enable me to have a 1/8″ space washer in between the kneeler and the frame, so it doesn’t scrape at all. YAY!! 

Cue about 20 minutes later.  Yes, it would seem that the evil woodworking gnomes have struck again. I had decided to modify my plan yet again, so that my kneeler didn’t wobble and would be stronger by adding a brace on the underside. And then when I was drilling a countersink for a screw to go into the brace, everything was making me really happy. I was just pushing in, pulling out the oak pieces, then in again. (This is 50+ year old oak and VERY HARD, every time I drill it seems to burn the wood) and then, crack, eeck, clip, snap. OH CRAP! Thankfully though, Duvall had another bit to replace the one in the countersink bit. So now my kneeler has about 1 1/4″ bit stuck somewhere in it. Whoops! 

But now that the whole thing is going together well and I am very pleased and happy, we will see what tomorrow brings!


Keep fighting the good fight and have a blessed night!





Liturgical Woodworking

Peace and all good!

Ever since taking AG for the first time my Sophomore year of high school, I fell in love with woods, I fell in love with the smell of the woods lab, the feel of sawdust, and the immense joy of taking something so raw and unfinished and turning it into something extremely beautiful. My first project was a toolbox, which was the requirement to build for the woods portion of Intro to AG, now granted I had quite a few “glitches” in it. There were the parts that weren’t sanded exactly correctly, miscuts where I hadn’t cut the angle exactly straight or at the right degree, pilot holes too deep where the screws were sucked in extremely. Little things that I look back now and am like; wait… noooooo I would never have done that when I built it would I?? Just simple things that now I would never dream of letting happen, happened on my first AG project. Now, down the road 3+ years later, I can look back and see where and how I have changed  the skills I have received. the joy that comes to my life when I am in the woods lab at school. Not having the time in there next year, will definitely cause some problems for me. Anytime during my Senior Year that I was free in a class or was just frankly bored with nothing to do I could go to the Woods Lab and work on projects that I had or that we as a group were doing. My Junior year in AG Construction I decided with the help of my AG Teacher; Mr. Larry Duvall, to build a Hope Chest, or since that to me was a little girly sounding, a “blanket chest”. Then later on down the road during my Senior year, I ventured into the world of what I call Liturgical Woodworking. In other words, I started to create projects with a “religious” purpose and intended use. My first “large” project was to build a torch rack for a  friend who I noticed was in need of a better way to store his Processional Torches. That project was an extreme success and I don’t really think that I could find anything that was “wrong” with the project. Later in the year, after using the Bandsaw so much with the Torch Rack, I used it to make a Palm Cross and right before Holy Week to build a pair of Walnut Clackers. Now after graduation I have gone back to do my last project that I never was able to finish prior to graduation; a Prie-Dieu, or Prayer Kneeler. With the help of my AG Teacher who I will miss extremely I have started to craft a very neat piece, out of 1 of my 2 favorite woods: Oak. And of course it is out of 50+ year old Library shelves from my school, that they were getting rid of. Much like the rest of my Oak projects. I’ll post a pic of some of my projects below for your viewing pleasure. One of my future goals is to have a small wood-working shop wherever I am taken by God in my life, so that I can make things for his further glorification. After all I have caught the disease of woodworking and have found that when I build items for his use not only do they seem to turn out better, but I enjoy and appreciate them all the more.


Don’t forget to do it all for Jesus with a smile and go to Mass tomorrow morning!



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Servant of God, Father Augustus Tolton “115th anniversary of death”

Father Augustus Tolton
Fr. Augustus “Gus” Tolton

Father Augustus Tolton was a native of Quincy,Illinois. (My Hometown) He was also a son of my home parish (St. Peter’s). Thus I feel a bit of a connection to him. He was the first Black priest in America, and a very holy one at that, he worked endlessly for his parishioners, and he asked for nothing in return.

I remember as a child, I would sit next to my Grandparents bookcase to the side of the TV, while they would be watching Law & Order, and I would pull out the history books of Quincy, that my Grandma had collected. I always loved to learn about the history of our town, as it was very rich and full of neat facts. When I discovered a few articles about Fr. Augustus Tolton, I instantly fell in love with his story and was attracted to the way he lived his life. So one summer when I was visiting my grandparents I got my Mom and Grandma to take me to visit his grave in the local St.Peter’s Cemetery. After praying there for his soul, and those others in the Cemetery I started off on a history search about him. It has been neat to find in little country parishes the different stories that were in their parish history books of that little black priest in Quincy.

Today marks the 115th anniversary of his death, pray for him and his cause for canonization, pray for the Diocese’s of Springfield & Chicago, pray that God will send more laborers into his vineyard that have the wonderful qualities that were displayed through Fr. Tolton’s life. Pray for Priests!!!





New Vatican guidelines for promoting Vocations to the Priesthood.

Check out these new guidelines/pointers from the Vatican on how to increase Vocations to the Priesthood. Pay special attention to the last paragraph.

Among its many other recommendations, the guidelines note that numerous priests were “part of the group of altar boys and have served at the altar” before going to seminary. It therefore suggests that “vocation ministry for priesthood gives special attention to altar boys” when promoting the priesthood.” -(Last paragraph of cited link)

Now most of the points and guidelines are new, but this one is one that has been practiced and known for centuries. Suggesting that those promoting vocations pay special attention to altar boys is not something new, and it is something that has been proven to pay off time and time again. So the next time you see that guy serving mass, why not give him some words of encouragement, and say “Hey, have you ever thought about the Priesthood?” It may just be the thing that confirms what he has been thinking for awhile and give him the courage to start asking questions of what God wants of him in life. It may just be the thing, that makes a difference in his life, and inspires another vocation. Think about it!

For the feast of St. Thomas Aquinas (Doctor of the church)

English translation of
Pange Lingua

Of the glorious Body telling,
O my tongue, its mysteries sing,
And the Blood, all price excelling,
Which the world’s eternal King,
In a noble womb once dwelling
Shed for the world’s ransoming.

Given for us, descending,
Of a Virgin to proceed,
Man with man in converse blending,
Scattered he the Gospel seed,
Till his sojourn drew to ending,
Which he closed in wondrous deed.

At the last great Supper lying
Circled by his brethren’s band,
Meekly with the law complying,
First he finished its command
Then, immortal Food supplying,
Gave himself with his own hand.

Word made Flesh, by word he maketh
Very bread his Flesh to be;
Man in wine Christ’s Blood partaketh:
And if senses fail to see,
Faith alone the true heart waketh
To behold the mystery.

Therefore we, before him bending,
This great Sacrament revere;
Types and shadows have their ending,
For the newer rite is here;
Faith, our outward sense befriending,
Makes the inward vision clear.

Glory let us give, and blessing
To the Father and the Son;
Honour, might, and praise addressing,
While eternal ages run;
Ever too his love confessing,
Who, from both, with both is one.

R. Thou hast given them bread from heaven.
V. Having within it all sweetness.

Let us pray: O God, who in this wonderful Sacrament left us a memorial of Thy Passion: grant, we implore Thee, that we may so venerate the sacred mysteries of Thy Body and Blood, as always to be conscious of the fruit of Thy Redemption. Thou who livest and reignest forever and ever.
R. Amen.

This hymn is exceedingly sublime in its expression of faith in Our Lord in the Blessed Sacrament. The latter part of this hymn is mandated by the Church for use at Benediction of the Blessed Sacrament. The last two stanzas, known as the Tantum Ergo, is usually sung at the beginning of the last part of Benediction; after any period of silence and before the priest blesses the congregation with Our Lord Himself. Even today this hymn is widely known and used frequently. It is one of the most famous chants in existence.

It was written by St. Thomas Aquinas, the Angelic Doctor. He is known as the Common Doctor of the Church. His angelic purity and holiness brought him very close to God. He wrote the hymn Pange Lingua (of which the Tantum Ergo is the last two stanzas) for the feast of Corpus Christi. A fellow priest and close friend attempted this task at the same time. When St. Thomas finished, he shared it with the priest, who was awe-struck at its sublimity and expression. He was so moved by its beauty that he immediately tore up his own work, which he professed was like so much garbage compared to this heavenly-inspired text.

The hymn is as beautiful and poetic as it is precise in expressing Catholic doctrine. It is peerless for its quality, sublimity, and facility with the Latin language. Verse 4 especially does a play on words, deftly arranged by a Latin master. St. Thomas Aquinas was a true man – as pious and humble as he was intelligent, as chaste as he was courageous, as meek as he was wise. Witness the heights a man can achive by God’s grace and the cultivation of virtue – instead of descending toward the level of the lower animals (by sensuality, anger, unrestrained passions), he rather aims upward toward the level of the angels (by purity, humility, charity).

Copied from: http://www.chantcd.com/lyrics/glorious_body.htm

Wondering, what ifs?

Have you ever wondered if what you are doing is the right thing? Have you ever wondered what God’s purpose for you was in life? Have you ever wondered if you were headed in the right direction? Have you ever wondered if your thoughts were just an influence of your emotions? Have you ever wondered if your emotions were an influence to your thoughts that were only in your head, because God put them there? Have you ever wondered if the reason you felt that a way was the result of a higher power? An answered prayer? What if you started doing the right thing? What if you started praying? What if your thoughts were changed into thoughts of higher things? What if your relationships changed because of your faith and your emotions, because of him? What if you gave it all to him who gave it all for you? What if you surrendered your body, thoughts, emotions, and everything into his hands trusting in his providence? What if you started turning your wonderings into actions, what if you started living for a purpose? What if everything you did became for him? Have you ever wondered, what if?