Castros Dying, Catholicism Alive And Kicking.

This is one of those days when we Catholics are allowed to get a bit of a perspective; not intellectually – we know that already- but in a more emotional way.

As the communist regime in Cuba is waiting for the Castros – and very possibly only one of them, though I can’t say I wish the second a long life – to kick the bucket to follow them soon after in an inglorious grave, for the first time in 60 years a Catholic procession celebrating the island’s patron Saint has taken place.

It is a bit as if the Castros’ regime were dying in installment or, if you prefer the image, were being eaten by worms little by little, its body in advanced state of decomposition whilst its heart is still beating, someway.

Or you can put it in a different way still: that the stench of the decomposition of the Castros’ regime is being covered by the fragrance of the True Faith, re-emerging in the open to make clear that you can suffocate Truth for a while or even for longer, but in the end you can’t kill it, and you can’t avoid its re-emerging one day.

I suggest to those who haven’t done it yet to watch the beautiful Andy Garcia’s The Lost City.

Or if you like, you might celebrate the day with the wonderful anti-Castroite song fruit of the genius of Donald Fagen, The Goodbye Look.

Castros soon six feet under, Catholicism alive and kicking.

Mundabor