Brethren: I think that God hath set forth us apostles, the
last, as it were men appointed to death. We are made a spectacle to the world
and to angels and to men. We are fools for Christs sake, but you are wise in
Christ: we are weak, but you are strong: you are honourable, but we without
honour. Even unto this hour we both hunger and thirst and are naked and are
buffeted and have no fixed abode. And we labour, working with our own hands. We
are reviled: and we bless. We are persecuted: and we suffer it. We are
blasphemed: and we entreat. We are made as the refuse of this world, the
offscouring of all, even until now. I write not these things to confound you:
but I admonish you as my dearest children. For if you have ten thousand
instructors in Christ, yet not many fathers. For in Christ Jesus, by the Gospel, I have begotten you.
Story at LifeSiteNews here. The story from the state media arm of the murdering nation is here.
They got some beautiful people out there, man
They can be a terror to your mind and show you how to hold
your tongue
They got mystery written all over their forehead
They kill babies in the crib and say only the good die young
They don't believe in mercy
Judgment on them is something that you'll never see
They can exalt you up or bring you down main route
Turn you into anything that they want you to be
Well, there ain't no goin' back when your foot of pride come
down
Ain't no goin' back
--Bob Dylan, Foot of Pride
Well, England, so proud of your traditions of law, human rights and government, yet who rejected the true faith: You killed the Catholic martyrs; you continue to kill the innocents among you. You killed a little baby whose cure would have not only cost you nothing, but would have saved a bit of money from your rationed and managed oh-so-humane system. Because you could. Because you wanted to.
Visitors to the Old Cathedral downtown have three opportunities to procure a plenary indulgence in this Fatima anniversary year by venerating the statue therein of Our Lady of Fatima. Specifically, the indulgence is available for those of the faithful who visit with devotion a statue of Our Lady of Fatima
solemnly exposed for public veneration in any church, oratory or proper place, such as the statue in the Old Cathedral, during the days of the anniversary of the apparitions, the 13th of each month
from May to October (2017), and there devoutly participate in some celebration
or prayer in honor of the Virgin Mary.
Those seeking an indulgence must also pray an Our Father,
recite the Creed and invoke Our Lady of Fatima, as well as meet the usual conditions for a plenary indulgence: confession, Holy Communion, complete detachment from sin, and prayers for the intentions of the Holy Father.
Or, you could just go to the Fatima Shrine in Portugal and beg Mary to spare this guilty world. Either/or.
By whom, though? That's a good question, as there isn't a question of a lavender mafia inside the Vatican; the lavender mafia runs the Vatican. Without resorting to rash judgment on any particular person or prelate that yet remains unknown-- after all, thank God, we can't see what the all of regime's capos do in their private time-- we know there are many high-ranking prelates in the Vatican dicasteries and Curia that are stained with credible accusations of the sin of Sodom and other criminal offenses. Yet these are not punished by Francis. Nor are they removed from office. Far from it; they are favored by him. The infiltration is so pervasive as to produce a systematic abandonment of the defense of Natural Law and unchanging, unchangeable Catholic teaching on sodomy. The effeminate indeed rule over us, just as God decreed as punishment for a disobedient Israel (Isaias 3:4). Francis, in his words, in his actions and inactions, sets the tone. His lieutenants, each swishier than the next, set out to undermine marriage, ruin the innocence of children, and discourage into silence or despair those few Catholics left who attempt to remain steadfast. The Pope "Emeritus", whose abdication (effective or otherwise) ushered in this sodomite cabal, remains largely silent, while allowing himself to be trotted out by Francis like some North Vietnamese prisoner to proclaim the glorious reign of Ho Chi Minh once in a while. And yet, when last week he eeks out (we are told) a message on the death of Cardinal Meisner that, indeed, the barque of Peter appears to be on the verge of capsizing, it creates such a buzz! Things are so bad that this little crumb sends every faithful Catholic into a tizzy of gratitude. Are things so bad as that? Yes. Are we so timid as to not ever stand up for Christ? That remains to be seen. A few weeks back, I posted a piece entitled "Captain Obvious to Four Random Cardinals", wherein I suggested it might be time to for the four dubia Cardinals to act. Well, now there are three dubia Cardinals. I don't want to tempt fate by calling Captain Obvious to address Three Random Cardinals. Our friends and allies are few enough. Catholics were warned by Our Lord to expect persecution. Here it is. It will get worse. Stand strong. But, O Lord, IS THERE ANY BISHOP, CARDINAL, OR POPE WHO WILL LEAD? The shepherd is struck and the sheep are scattered. How long, O Lord? Isaias 3 is worth a read, both for the curse and for the promised punishment of evildoers it contains. As Benedict XVI reminded us, "The Lord wins in the end."
[1] For behold the sovereign the Lord of hosts shall take
away from Jerusalem, and from Juda the valiant and the strong, the whole
strength of bread, and the whole strength of water. [2] The strong man, and the
man of war, the judge, and the prophet, and the cunning man, and the ancient.
[3] The captain over fifty, and the honourable in countenance, and the
counsellor, and the architect, and the skillful in eloquent speech. [4] And I
will give children to be their princes, and the effeminate shall rule over
them. [5] And the people shall rush one upon another, and every man against his
neighbour: the child shall make it tumult against the ancient, and the base
against the honourable.
[6] For a man shall take hold or his brother, one of the
house of his father, saying: Thou hast a garment, be thou our ruler, and let
this ruin be under thy hand. [7] In that day he shall answer, saying: I am no
healer, and in my house there is no bread, nor clothing: make me not ruler of
the people. [8] For Jerusalem is ruined, and Juda is fallen: because their
tongue, and their devices are against the Lord, to provoke the eyes of his
majesty. [9] The shew of their countenance hath answered them: and they have
proclaimed abroad their sin as Sodom, and they have not hid it: woe to their
souls, for evils are rendered to them. [10] Say to the just man that it is
well, for he shall eat the fruit of his doings.
[11] Woe to the wicked unto evil: for the reward of his
hands shall be given him. [12] As for my people, their oppressors have stripped
them, and women have ruled over them. O my people, they that call thee blessed,
the same deceive thee, and destroy the way of thy steps. [13] The Lord standeth
up to judge, and he standeth to judge the people. [14] The Lord will enter into
judgment with the ancients of his people, and its princes: for you have
devoured the vineyard, and the spoil of the poor is in your house. [15] Why do
you consume my people, and grind the faces of the poor? saith the Lord the God
of hosts.
[16] And the Lord said: Because the daughters of Sion are
haughty, and have walked with stretched out necks, and wanton glances of their
eyes, and made a noise as they walked with their feet and moved in a set pace:
[17] The Lord will make bald the crown of the head of the daughters of Sion,
and the Lord will discover their hair. [18] In that day the Lord will take away
the ornaments of shoes, and little moons, [19] And chains and necklaces, and
bracelets, and bonnets, [20] And bodkins, and ornaments of the legs, and tablets,
and sweet balls, and earrings,
[21] And rings, and jewels hanging on the forehead, [22] And
changes of apparel, and short cloaks, and fine linen, and crisping pins, [23]
And looking-glasses, and lawns, and headbands, and fine veils. [24] And instead
of a sweet smell there shall be stench, and instead of a girdle, a cord, and
instead of curled hair, baldness, and instead of a stomacher, haircloth. [25]
Thy fairest men also shall fall by the sword, and thy valiant ones in battle.
[26] And her gates shall lament and mourn, and she shall sit
desolate on the ground.
A "just for the record" post today. I submit the following internet tidbits, all shocking in one sense-- that they level very serious accusations against the occupant of the papal throne. Then again, they are perhaps more shocking in the fact that they are largely true. Hold fast to the faith; the Lord will not let the boat capsize, as someone somewhere (where have I seen him before....?) recently remarked. And submit to the Roman Pontiff in order to be saved, to the extent one can do so without sinning. I pray we will have clarity as to the identity and lawful pronouncments of the pope, but perhaps we are not permitted this clarity by God in our chastisement. Take heart from the fact that St. Vincent Ferrer and St. Catherine of Siena opposed each other in a question like this long ago, and both were raised to the altars. Keep the faith; fulfill the duties of your state. Pray the rosary. With that in mind, here is a bit of how bad it is: From an interview with George Neumayr by Tom Woods: "Catholics will have to decide whether they guard the
faith over papolatry.”
And: “The Cardinals have to declare that Francis is a bad
pope who must be resisted.”
From the spicy Ann Barnhardt, who, despite problems of tone and certitude over the resignation question that I do not share, makes some very good and sobering points here: Letter from an Absentee Father to His Children
Leading Jesuit Condemns Pro-Life Movement, Trump Voters and
Conservatives
Happy Monday!
14 July 2017
I’ll remember you When I’ve forgotten all the rest You to me were true You to me were the best When there is no more You cut to the core Quicker than anyone I knew When I’m all alone In the great unknown I’ll remember you
I’ll remember you At the end of the trail I had so much left to do I had so little time to fail There’s some people that You don’t forget Even though you’ve only seen ’m one time or two When the roses fade And I’m in the shade I’ll remember you
Didn’t I, didn’t I try to love you? Didn’t I, didn’t I try to care? Didn’t I sleep, didn’t I weep beside you With the rain blowing in your hair?
I’ll remember you When the wind blows through the piney wood It was you who came right through It was you who understood Though I’d never say That I done it the way That you’d have liked me to In the end My dear sweet friend I’ll remember you
“I am a more than convinced Apostolic Roman Catholic, seeing
that I have reached the true sense of Religion through the refining of physical and moral suffering: I owe nothing
to anyone, I have no honours nor prebends to defend, and I thank God for everything.
Within the limits that the Church allows, I may dissent, I may talk, I may act:
I have to talk and I have to act: it would be cowardice not to. And allow me
say, that in our Home, also in this generation, there is no room for the
cowardly.”
--Princess Elvina Pallavicini, 1977
“Today the most serious obligation for a Catholic is that of
conserving the Faith. It is not licit to obey those who are working to diminish
Her or make Her disappear. With Baptism we asked the Church for the Faith
because the Faith conducts us to eternal life.
We will continue to our very last breath to ask the Church for this
Faith.”
There's no earthly way Bob could have predicted the Church under Bergoglio, but somehow he did. One needn't be a poet, genius or mystic to recognize certain allegories in this song. Pope Benedict, the Francis, Cardinal Coccopalmerio and his ilk, traddies, sell-outs, even Our Lord and Lady-- they're all here. The state of affairs in the Church today-- even worse than Bob's '80s hair and beard. Sweetheart Like You
Well, the pressure’s down, the boss ain’t here
He gone North, he ain’t around
They say that vanity got the best of him
But he sure left here after sundown
By the way, that’s a cute hat
And that smile’s so hard to resist
But what’s a sweetheart like you doin’ in a dump like this?
You know, I once knew a woman who looked like you
She wanted a whole man, not just a half
She used to call me sweet daddy when I was only a child
You kind of remind me of her when you laugh
In order to deal in this game, got to make the queen
disappear
It’s done with a flick of the wrist
What’s a sweetheart like you doin’ in a dump like this?
You know, a woman like you should be at home
That’s where you belong
Watching out for someone who loves you true
Who would never do you wrong
Just how much abuse will you be able to take?
Well, there’s no way to tell by that first kiss
What’s a sweetheart like you doin’ in a dump like this?
You know you can make a name for yourself
You can hear them tires squeal
You can be known as the most beautiful woman
Who ever crawled across cut glass to make a deal
You know, news of you has come down the line
Even before ya came in the door
They say in your father’s house, there’s many mansions
Each one of them got a fireproof floor
Snap out of it, baby, people are jealous of you
They smile to your face, but behind your back they hiss
What’s a sweetheart like you doin’ in a dump like this?
Got to be an important person to be in here, honey
Got to have done some evil deed
Got to have your own harem when you come in the door
Got to play your harp until your lips bleed
They say that patriotism is the last refuge
To which a scoundrel clings
Steal a little and they throw you in jail
Steal a lot and they make you king
There’s only one step down from here, baby
It’s called the land of permanent bliss
What’s a sweetheart like you doin’ in a dump like this?
I had wanted to write about my irritation/amusement/head-shaking episode at the recent Orlando USCCB convocation, but in an aside within an article on a different subject, Fr. George Rutler states it better:
Over the July 4 weekend, a large conference of invited
Catholic leaders was held in Orlando, Florida, organized as “an ongoing
initiative of the Bishops’ Working Group on the Life and Dignity of the Human
Person.” Undaunted by the failure of countless conferences and “renewal
programs” over recent decades to accomplish their stated purpose, the
organizers cannot be faulted for a lack of optimism in thinking that a new
missionary zeal may be born from several days of speeches, seminars,
“dialogues” and an occasional performance of soporific “Christian” elevator
music. The tone was upbeat, and one does not want to squelch the Spirit, but
the general tone was of human optimism rather than supernatural hope, and not
altogether more reassuring than Captain Smith telling the passengers on the top
deck of Titanic to ignore any pieces of ice.
John Zmirak and Jason Jones at The Stream offer this wonderfully insightful piece on the real life (and death) drama of Charlie Gard and the effort of the death merchants of the West to sell him out. Can't recommend this piece highly enough. Will Charlie Gard Bring Down the European (Soviet) Union?
The plight of Charlie Gard and his parents is awakening
consciences around the world. What could be more clear-cut than this case?
Parents who love their baby have found the money to try a treatment that just
might save him. But doctors, British courts, and the European Court of Human
Rights (Ministry of Love, anyone?) are all colluding against them. Against a
baby.
Why? That’s the staggering question. What do all these
powerful people care if two parents try this treatment? Are they afraid that it
won’t work? Not at all. They’re straining at the leash to shut off his food and
water. To turn off his respirator. Are they scared it will cause him anguish?
Zero evidence for that.
A “Life Unworthy of Life”
No, the British doctors, judges, and the European court are
afraid that the treatment might work. That it might save a “life unworthy of
life.” It might set a troubling precedent: that the handicapped have value.
That life is sacred and suffering is redeemable. Even that something matters
more than piling up happy moments before you die. This spectacle of people
around the world contributing to help two loving parents care for their sick,
crippled child, who willingly embrace the sacrifices entailed … It shames them.
They find it repulsive. It reminds them of the Cross.
Western Europe has gone beyond rejecting the supernatural.
It can barely contain its revulsion at nature and life itself. Few countries in
Europe have enough births to replace the dying. Eurocrats have chosen to
outsource the grubby work of reproduction to the Muslim world, in the form of
“refugees.” What more comprehensive way on earth could there be for them to
reject their ancestors? To salt the earth against descendants? No treason could
be more profound and perfect than to sterilize themselves and hand the
Continent over to total strangers.
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