Holy Canoli wrote “Women are for children, boys are for pleasure,” is the local saying. (A combat veteran home from tours of active duty told me how common this practice is among the Arabs as well).

This is very true. Any military service member who has deployed to Iraq, Afghanistan or Kuwait can easily confirm and attest that the above is sadly true. The wide spread employment of Chai Boys and the outright public abuse of boys is beyond despicable. You never go into an iraqi Army barracks on Thursday. American Soldiers call it "Man Love Thursdsay".

In Afghanistan the Taliban or the worst offenders. Indeed, Special Forces units can tell a Taliban village by the young boys who are forced to wear makeup by the Taliban leaders in that village. The word Taliban can even be (dynamically) interpreted as "The Schoolboys". Talib is an Arabic word meaning "one who is seeking", a student. The original Taliban Militia began as the "Students of Islamic Knowledge Movement"

The Lyrics are great to read

Lyrics to Dominique :

Dominique, nique, nique, over the land he plods
And sings a little song
Never asking for reward
He just talks about the Lord
He just talks about the Lord

At a time when Johnny Lackland
Over England was the King
Dominique was in the backland
Fighting sin like anything

Now a heretic, one day
Among the thorns forced him to crawl
Dominique with just one prayer
Made him hear the good Lord's call

Without horse or fancy wagon
He crossed Europe up and down
Poverty was his companion
As he walked from town to town

To bring back the straying liars
And the lost sheep to the fold
He brought forth the Preaching Friars
Heaven's soldier's, brave and bold

One day, in the budding Order
There was nothing left to eat
Suddenly two angels walked in
With a loaf of bread and meat

Dominique once, in his slumber
Saw the Virgin's coat unfurled
Over Frairs without number
Preaching all around the world

Grant us now, oh Dominique
The grace of love and simple mirth
That we all may help to quicken
Godly life and truth on earth

Dominique, nique, nique s'en allait tout simplement
Routier pauvre et chantant
En tous chemins, en tous lieux, il ne parle que du bon Dieu

Il ne parle que du bon Dieu
A l'e poque ou Jean-sans-Terre de' Angleterre etait Roi
Dominique, notre Pere, combattit les Albigeois
Repeat first 4 lines: Chorus

Ni chameau, ni diligence il parcout l'Europe a pied
Scandinavie ou Provence dans la sainte pauvrete
Refrain

Enflamma de toute ecole filles et garcons pleins d'ardeur
Et pour semer la Parole inventa les Freres-Precheurs
Refrain

Chez Dominique et ses freres le pain s'en vint a manquer
Et deux anges se presenterent portant de grands pains dores
Refrain

Dominique vit en reve les precheurs du monde entier
Sous le manteau de la Vierge en grand nombre rassembles
Refrain

Dominique, mon bon Pere, garde-nous simples et gais
Pour annoncer a nos freres la Vie et la Verite
Refrain

[ These are Dominique Lyrics on www.lyricsmania.com ]

I was privileged to visit Our Lady of the Annunciation (Clear Creek) Monastery for a weekend in May 2009. The “Visitation” was (is still) quite moving. It is a daughter house of Fontgombault, France of the Solesmes Congregation. www.clearcreekmonks.org . All services are in Latin. They follow the traditional weekly Psalter of the Benedictine Horarium. www.clearcreekmonks.org/horarium.htm

The most moving experience is daily Low Mass. All the priests perform their daily Low Mass at side altars with a server and any Laity who wish to assist. As you kneel at the side altars you must be careful not to bump the priest or server with your folded hands (you are that close). Many remain in the Nave, where you are literally surrounded by the Holy Mass. 7-9 Masses are being said concurrently Sota Voce. With 25-30 laity present and 40 monks all praying the Mass in silence, it was rather moving and grace filled. The joyous overshadow of that time remains most prescient with me. There is Low and High Mass everyday. Currently this is all performed in the poured concrete Crypt of the monastic church currently under construction.
The average age of the monks is young. Many of the Laity who travel the dirt roads to get there are also quite young. At the age of 47 I felt like the old man. They take their breakfast of milk and bread standing (monk’s bread, their cow juice). Male Retreatants eat with the monks and can attend all the hours.
There is a large statue of Our Lady in the Nave of the Crypt. All kneel to say an “Ave” upon entering. I thought this was a Carthusian tradition. This custom and a number of other monastic traditions are lovingly kept and nurtured.
I hope to return soon. Please pray for this foundation.

"till suddenly he sprang back in horror, and looking round cried out in a stifled voice: ' Little children, it is Antichrist.' "

(Vladimir Soloviev)

"till suddenly he sprang back in horror, and looking round cried out in a stifled voice: ' Little children, it is Antichrist.' "

(Vladimir Soloviev)

"till suddenly he sprang back in horror, and looking round cried out in a stifled voice: ' Little children, it is Antichrist.' "

(Vladimir Soloviev)