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Take a virtual drone and bring it high, very high over your head. Forget the issues of the day, the polemics, Traditionis custodes, all of it. Take your drone so high Francis that and his man are but almost invisible little dots.
Now take your virtual time machine and, from that elevation, look back 60 years. The two thousand years tradition of the Church is being severely disrupted. Condemned heretics are highly praised. Everything seems to have to undergo an aggiornamento that resembles a severe beating.
Stop here for a moment and, from your elevated position, reflect.
Would God stop this from happening? Why would He? If God had wanted an earthly Church that never strays, He would have had it run by angels. Instead, the first Pope denied Christ, only one of the first twelve bishops risked his life to be at the foot of the Cross, and another one was the one who had just betrayed Him.
Now, keep reflecting. How does God’s world actually work? The wicked can go on thriving for decades, and at times they die without any exterior signs of earthly punishment. However, on a huge number of occasions God actually allows a sinner to experience at least some of the consequences of his sins during life. Gluttony creates obesity, which creates diabetes, or heart issues and heart attacks, or destroys one’s knees. Alcoholism destroys the liver to the point that the person is immediately marked, visible as a drunkard. Marijuana clearly makes of one a pothead. Heroin and other heavy drugs destroy him in a far more devastating way.
Nor does it stop at the sinner itself, then the sins of the fathers are visited upon the sons. The bastard is accompanied, without any fault of his, by a stigma all his life, and he will likely have less chances and less guidance in life than the one born in a wedlock. The wicked, or faithless, wealthy man may be punished with a lazy, greedy, grasping, scrounging son, or by a drug addicted, gambling, degenerate one. The progressive mother “affirming” the same sex relationship of her son will be further punished by the deeply troubled, shellshocked nephews those two will “adopt” and, alas, raise. Wherever we turn, we see this law at play.
Why would, then, God do things differently with the Church? He will, methinks, allow the Church to stray. He will allow the Popes who made this mess possible to be celebrated after death, the heretical masterminds of the Council to be made bishops, even cardinals, and even Popes, and die praised by the world and the mainstream Catholics.
Still: He will cause a Church drunk on aggiornamento to show the signs of Her alcoholism, and the heroin of heresy will, at some point, show Her deformed and without teeth. He will, as he does with many a human, allow the course of wickedness to run to its end; and yes, he will punish the sons for the sins of the fathers, then if you can approve of guitars in church you have not deserved that your children get a solid grounding in Truth.
The big difference is that the Church is Indefectible. No matter how deformed, drunk, addicted She may become, at the appointed time She will be rescued. No Paul VI, John Paul II, Benedict XVI or Francis will ever manage to destroy her, no matter how hard they flirt with heresy and appoint horrible Bishops and Cardinals or – as is the case of Francis – openly hates both the Church and the faithful.
If you followed me up to here, you will easily understand what my conclusion is: the current mess is the unavoidable, willed, and utterly merited result of God ‘s punishment of both a Church which Her leading men are led astray and of a laity too lazy and comfortable, and too little attached to Christ, to give a damn about what was happening around them. Therefore, it is fitting that we suffer, then the sins of the fathers shall be visited upon the sons.
We can, of course, fight back; as we very well should , because this collective punishment is also our individual path to salvation and God has shown us where the battleground is. The weapons of this fight are the same as always: more prayer, more penance, more vocal support of true Catholicism.
It is, also, important that we train ourselves and instruct ourselves in proper, pre V II Catholicism. We have a wealth of information at our disposal, from encyclicals to books readily available on the Internet. No generation before our had so easy access to many centuries of Catholic apologetics as we do.
So, let the virtual drone get back on earth, in the midst of Francis excrementations, and prepare to get in the fight, knowing that our side has already won.
More rumours about Francis’ health and, at this point, we have another of those elements I was writing about weeks ago: like a Kremlin occupier, Francis sees leaks about his health going out in the open as his apparatchiks keep ignoring or denying everything.
More talk of severe and degenerative disease. Now, also the definitive information that the surgical intervention was not planned at all, and was, apparently, so urgent not even Parolin could be informed.
Antonio Socci, not new to bold claims but, certainly, with reliable informants inside the Vatican, is the one who detonated the last bomb. To make its impact bigger, he reports of a possible abdication in October, after one of those stupid Synods For The Demolition of Catholicism he so much likes.
Will we have three Popes playing cards in the Vatican Gardens? We shall see. However, if Francis were to resign, I think it would only be when he hasn’t much time left, and purely as a virtue signalling gesture: the last wheelchair, so to speak. A pity that Benedict did it before him, and this would smack of copycat gesture.
Still, let me tell you what I think: if Francis abdicates, this will be a good outcome. Yes, the next Conclave will be fraught with great dangers. Still, to me it appears much more likely that God would providentially act by giving us a better Pope – a Pope who gets better after becoming Pope – than by moving this obdurate hater of Christ to repentance and conversion. Of course, nothing is impossible to God. But we see very often that He intervenes in ways that are, when observed externally, ordinary .
God did not really convert Eltsin.
He converted Putin.
What sense can there be, in the eyes of the world, in kneeling in front of a piece of bread?
Such a question Francis asked himself yesterday.
In a way, he is right. An atheist finds it utterly absurd, even if he is properly informed about the Transubstantiation, that a piece of bread may, indeed, become the Body and Blood, Soul and Divinity of Our Lord. To him, this is part of the big fraud he calls “pie in the sky when you die”.
Quite on the contrary, a Catholic finds it perfectly natural, and I should say unavoidable, to kneel in front of the Blessed Sacrament. It would be quite unnatural, and frankly absurd, for a Catholic to think that he could simply stand in the Presence of the Lord. It would smack of arrogance in such a way that most people would say that it is not even arrogance, it is unbelief.
As we all know, Francis does not kneel in front of the Blessed Sacrament. He is, however, perfectly able to kneel in front of Mohammedans, homos, homeless people, and such like.
I don’t think his is even arrogance. I think it is unbelief.
Like a sodomite wishing to get, as they say, out of the closet, Francis itches of desire to let us know that he does not believe any of it. Alas, he can’t, because he cannot be sure that even those jellyfishes we have as Bishops and Cardinals would not finally step up and depose him. He would, also, lose that little traction he still has among unintelligent Catholics, who would then realise that the concern about global warming is not Catholic, at all.
Therefore, Francis puts in these little provocations, meant to make you understand even as he avoids officially outing himself. He is saying that yes, he is an Atheist, as he is perfectly aware that everyone knows that he never kneels in front of the Blessed Sacrament. But he does not say the words as referred to him, you see. He only refers it to Atheists.
Of whom, as he is clearly indicating to you, he is one.
“No fever, respiration much better, doctors optimistic…”
Out of intensive care in a day or two.
By the by, I am sure Frankie sent him his wishes when he became ill, but I have not read any such news.
I prayed a lot for the Cardinal. I feel much better now. In fact, I felt better whilst I was praying, too. Prayer is a beautiful and useful thing, as I am sure the Cardinal can now testify.
Get well soon, Your Eminence.
God knows we need every Catholic out there… 😉
This is a video, courtesy of a recent Father Z’s post, of the proclamation of the Dogma of the Assumption of the Blessed Virgin Mary. You can enjoy, there, some footage of the great Pius XII.
However, this post is not about the great Pope. This is about a couple of considerations I want to make.
The first: the proclamation had a vast, worldwide echo. This is because the Catholic Church was respected and, actually, feared. The Pope enjoyed boundless prestige with everybody, even among Jews. This was a voice that compleed others to listen.
The second: the pomp and circumstance is brutal. This is not only a Church which is strong, but a Church which has no qualms whatsoever in showing it. From the march of the “600 dignitaries” to the Pope carried among the people at the chants of “viva la Madonna!”, to the elaborate ceremonial and the 36 cardinals who “make obeisance”, all screams glory seen, staged, not just reclaimed.
The third: the Italian Prime Minister, the great Alcide De Gasperi, is mixed among the faithful, literally a quisque de populo. This was, in fact, not about him. The Church made a Prime Minister assist to an important proclamation of Hers standing among the people. Mind, De Gasperi was a very Catholic, humble man, and he might have refused a more prominent collocation. But this does not change the picture: a Church asking everybody to be subject to Christ and answer to Him in the same way, powerful or not.
How strong, how conscious of Her role in the lives of men was that Church! How splendid, holy and, at the same time, reassuring must that Church have appeared to the people in the square, and to everybody else getting to watch the ceremony!
Compare with today, where people more and more disoriented, and clearly looked for a fixed point of orientation in their lives, for stable values and a grounded, meaningful existence, are confronted with a commie nincompoop blathering all the time about social justice, climate, and all sort of stupid grievance against stuff like gossip, consumerism or (this is from yesterday) “always want to excel”, as he refuses to bow in front of the Blessed Sacrament and misses no occasion to belittle Christ, the Blessed Virgin, the Sacrament and – of course – you, the Catholics.
It is good that we have this footage and a lot more beside like this one. It is a very visual, very direct experience of what the Church used to be, and what she will, one day, be again.
Archbishop Rebolledo Salinas of La Serena, Chile, hates the Church. Why do I know it? Well, this is very easy to answer: because he has forbidden the live streaming of the Traditional Latin Mass (likely: the only one) held in his diocese.
I can imagine the Archbishop rubbing his hands together at the brilliancy of the move. “I got the better of those pesky Catholics! Game, set and match Rebolledo Salinas!” Such, or suck like, must have been his thoughts as he proceeded to this brilliant, brilliant move.
The Archbishop is 62. It is my considered opinion that the man never once visited Youtube.
Because if he had, it’s difficult to think that he would have been so stupid to damage his reputation worldwide with a silly gesture like this one.
But wait: it says here that the guy is an appointment of none other than our Most Beloved Cartoon Figure, The Francis! Could it be that stupidity was a requirement for the appointment, and the guy scored very high on this regard? I don’t know, though I have my opinion on this. It would explain a lot.
As Francis’ disgraceful pontificate hopefully starts going towards his final phase (we may hope at least..) I have more and more frequent fantasies of Pope Pius the XIII and his head of the CDF, Tomas the Torquemada, defrocking (and I mean defrocking) Bishops and Cardinals like it’s Inquisition Party again.
This guy has certainly qualified. I will include him in my forbidden Pius XIII fantasies at once.
It is a consolation that, up to now, the enemy does not seem to be very smart.
Tyrants come and go; Democracies are born, grow strong, decay and die. Communism, Socialism, all other -isms follow the trajectory of all human things.
The Church, alone, remains and sees all of them enter the books – or the dustbins – of History. The Church will bury all of them, will triumph over all of them.
The Church keeps celebrating Her feasts (today, one of the most important of all) irrespective of all the turmoil outside. The Church who defeated Arianism will defeat Neo-Modernism. The Church who started spreading, 2000 years ago, the news of the most beautiful, most stunning, most moving and tenderest event ever happened keeps carrying out Her mission, year in and year out, as we now count 2021 of them, and She will do the same for as long as there will be years to count.
Do not expect this Church to be, in Her exterior appearance, immaculate and spotless. Do not expect her to always shine with the power and might of Her Bridegroom. Know that, at times, she will be bruised, battered, dirtied by scoundrel of all sorts. Still, the bruises and the dirt are only on her exterior fabric, as the inner core keeps its sanctity intact.
Once again, we celebrate the Feast of the Assumption of the Blessed Virgin Mary. We celebrate it in an environment in which, in the very recent months, our very prelates have kept us away from Her celebrations, from Her Sacraments, from Her sacred liturgy.
I ask you to reflect, today, that in Heaven, the Blessed Virgin isn’t scared of Neo-Modernists more than she was of Arians, much less of those little tyrants who kept us out of our churches because it would not be nice to the world to do otherwise.
I wasn’t there, but I read many years ago that in Catholic Germany, the Germans remained at Mass during bombardments. They literally remained in the church with the bombers droning outside. I don’t know how frequent this was, or if it was “policy” or isolated acts of defiance. But, to me, it seems to make sense. If one has to die, I can imagine worse ways than by looking at the Body of Christ in the Tabernacle. If one does not have to die, I can imagine worse actions than taking shelter in Christ.
Germans didn’t do it with Mass only, either. It is well documented how classical music concerts and other events went on undisturbed during bombardments. We care too much for our own security nowadays, forgetting that our Maker can take us at any time.
I am pretty sure that those Germans actually believed in the dogma of the Assumption. I would go out on a limb and say that a great number of our worried contemporaries, so relying on “science”, don’t.
Believing changes your Weltanschauung. It changes the way you live and, at times, it changes the way you die. It is sad to see that many who say they believe do not seem to have much confidence in Christ, relying on the latest “research” and “science” instead.
May the Blessed Virgin, from heaven, pray for us all.
I like the idea of Francis humbly looking at the world from six feet under its surface. Therefore, in the last days I have often surprised myself thinking – as I am always the optimist – of a world after Francis. A world in which you wake up in the morning, and the hatred emanating from that man does not stink out all of Catholicism with its insufferable stench anymore.
However, as I wallow in such joyful thoughts of Francis-free days, I cannot but reflect that this status would only be a temporary one, and after a while we would have another guy selected for the job. As you all know, those who do the hiring are the Cardinals, not the Holy Ghost, and the Cardinals might, or might not, pray for inspiration from the Latter for a good choice. More realistically, we know that some of the Cardinals in the next conclave will just be evil, depraved people; perhaps homosexuals, perhaps freemasons, perhaps paedophiles, perhaps with some other skeleton in the closet. If the Church were, therefore, a mere human organisation, one would say that hoping in a good successor of Francis is like hoping that a pigsty begets a rose garden.
However, the Church is not a mere human organisation, and God can make a rose garden out of every pigsty. In fact, at times one has the impression that God enjoys showing us how He can, at any time, foil the plans of the pigsty makers. Russia is now 70% Christian, and growing stronger in the faith every year. If one had told me when I was 20 or 25, I would have laughed out loud at the great fantasy of the one showing such developed imagination.
We will enter the next Conclave (hopefully soon; I’d be fine with Francis checking out sometime in November and the new guy already in place by the Feast of the Immaculate Conception) with Cardinals who are Cowardinals at best, and total scoundrels at worst. However, we know that God can, if He so wishes, move them to a decision that turns out to be a good one for the Church.
Let us see some scenarios.
Pope Francis II is elected. We all prepare ourselves for many years of fight. Then Pope Francis II has a sudden, or slow, change of tack and suddenly starts to do it right. Or he dies of too much love for the Panda. Or he just dies. Even if we get a walking disaster as the next Pope, know that, if this is His plan, God can turn even him, or get us rid of him at any time.
The Prudent Choice
If the next Pope is a Benedict XVII type, we know that there will be a lot of problems ahead but, at least, the wrecking ball will be set aside for a time. At that point, it will be easier for the phase of convalescence from the FrancisVirus to morph into an outright restoration of Catholic sanity. One does not need to look very far to see that, in the end, this has been happening everywhere for many years now, with not only entire Orders like the Franciscan of the Immaculate, but countless priests getting more and more conservative as they age and get in touch with the Tridentine Mass. Every V II priest of good will can morph, with God’s grace, in a staunch Traditionalist. In fact, the latter phenomenon might well have been the main motive behind Traditionis Custodes: the number of ordinary, run-of-the-mill V II priests the Tridentine Mass was straightening up.
This is less likely but, if we look at the rapidity with which a huge number of bishops have undermined Francis on Traditionis Custodes, not impossible at all. This would be, for lack of a better example, the JP III type. More balls than Benedict or, to be exact, a Benedict with balls. A guy elected exactly in order to apologise for Francis and send a reassuring signal that the Church will continue to be Catholic. The jump from a JP III to sanity would be much shorter and much easier than the jump from Francis to Sanity. At that point, the proper Catholic troops would start piling up the pressure for the end of the failed “hermeneutic of continuity” experiment and for its substitution for the “hermeneutic of sanity”, where the failed experiment is thrown in the Tiber (hopefully together with Francis’ exhumed body, like in good old times) and everything goes back to its proper way. JP III, having (other than Benedict XVI) an actual pair of balls, would also be able to implement the restoration, rather than merely wishing it.
This is the scenario in which the new Pope assumes the name of Pius XIII, appears in St Peter in traditional garb and with a tiara on his head, greets the people with the traditional papal blessing, uses the pluralis majestatis, and thunders to the square below Laudetur Jesus Christus like he is the Great Inquisitor on a very, very bad day. This would be a miracle because, simply put, there is no Pius XIII among the Cardinals, so God would have to make one on the spot out of the extremely poor material He has. But hey, God can do everything.
Summa summarum, I do not think a sane, balanced Catholic should give in to any sense of despair because of the Cardinals that will take part in the next Conclave, or because a Francis II type is elected.
It might get worse before it gets better.
Still, we all know we will win in the end.
Some elected politicians understand their office as service. They are rare, but they do exist. Ronald Reagan, Donald Trump, or Margaret Thatcher are examples known to us all. If I look at the Italian politics, I can find not only giants like Alcide De Gasperi, Francesco Cossiga and Oscar Luigi Scalfaro (before his old age ruined him), but also less famous, but excellent people like, just to make an example, our very own, unforgotten Giovanni Marcora.
It’s not only that these people weren’t thieves. It’s the way they understood their office.
Service. Dedication to the Fatherland. Love for their own people.
Most of the other politicians belong, I think, to the whore category. They do and say what needs to be done to get elected. Once elected, they are order takers of those who can influence or decide about their reelection. They make every compromise that it is possible to make whilst staying out of jail, bartering their position with cushioned positions and various privileges for themselves and their families. They have no dignity. They are like the crack addicts of politics, getting their own power fix in a way that is deeply destructive to their soul and conscience whilst remaining small fishes all their lives.
Then there is the third category: the alpha sharks (includes some female sharks). They are the ueber predators, the buccaneers of elected politics. They will normally come out of political monocultures, dominated by one party to which they will obviously belong. They will build a career spanning decades, and as their power grows, a mixture of killer instinct, learned behaviour (often, a powerful papa is behind their skills) and accumulated sleaze will keep them there. I think most of them enrich themselves or their close relatives in one way or the other (Nancy Pelosi’s husband makes a lot of money in share dealings mysteriously proving right in light of subsequent government decisions; I wonder how that may be?), but apart from the money, what they crave most is the power. If the small fishes are crack addicts, these ones are the big cocaine junkies.
The feeling of invincibility that comes with long years of unchecked power is both very addictive and very dangerous. It appears to me that, in many cases, they just become oblivious of the dangers of unchecked behaviour or, actually, excited by them. They push their abuse to the point where a part of the pleasure is not the abuse itself, but that everybody knows they can get away with it. A dangerous development, this one, because it’s like playing with explosives. In a democracy, there is no system so corrupt that it would not expose such a politician to, at least, the risk of a comeuppance. I am not saying, here, that corrupt alpha sharks (of both sexes) always see their careers destroyed. But the risk is there, always, because they court it as their hubris tempts fate more and more. If I think of Italy, Bettino Craxi (who died abroad, wanted by Italian authorities, and chose to die of diabetes in a miserable country without extradition to Italy, rather than have both proper care and jail in a civilised one) is the most famous example.
We have assisted, in the last months, to the slow death (politically speaking, of course) of another such alpha shark. Like Craxi, Andrew Cuomo reacted to the accusations against him with more defiance and more intimidation. Like Craxi, he obviously got a huge kick from his feelings of quasi-omnipotence. Like Craxi, he refused to take the exit discreetly and chose to fight to the last drop of blood instead. Many times, in the last months, the obvious resilience and hard-skinned counter-maneuvering of Cuomo reminded me of Craxi. Like Craxi, he went down in the end.
For Cuomo, it’s no jail yet. He will possibly be spared the fate, as on the one hand the Democrats absolutely do not want the genocide of old people perpetrated by several Democrat Governors to get traction and, on the other hand, criminal action and jail term for sexual harassment seems to put at risk too many of them. Still: addiction or not, he is likely smart enough to know that there is no recovering from this fall.
This was a guy surrounded by such an army of sycophants that he won an Emmy award as even the entertainment world begged for favours at his court. He was seen as a future President. Imagine a guy as corrupt as Biden, but smart, determined, and with that unspoken, but always present, “strong man” allure. A Clinton without the cigar. Ambrosia for Democrats.
All this is at an end now. Like Craxi, Cuomo failed to understand the need to cover himself and, most importantly, failed to understand that, no matter how many people are licking your boots, there will still be those who wait in the shadow for the right moment to cause your fall.
Cuomo’s undoing was – astonishingly enough – not the genocide of old people he ordered, or the terror regime he encouraged to distract the attention from the massacre he himself had caused. It was the way the Democrats have now elected as their chief way to get rid of male politicians who need to go before too many questions about them (see above: genocide) are asked. As a real alpha male (albeit of the wrong kind) he was also a suitable sacrificial victim on the altar of the #metoo religion; an altar which seems extremely selective in the choice of Democrat sacrificial victims (Biden, a serial molester like no other, is still in the highest office, though he often doesn’t remember it), but ruthless once they have been selected.
Craxi would never have gone down for inappropriately touching women (something he did not need to do and, I am sure, he never did, easily available women flocking to him like they always do to powerful alpha males). Cuomo had to suffer this ignominy, but at least he will likely avoid jail.
Trump is riding a wave of popularity unknown for, after Reagan, in a former President; a wave coming, inter alia, from the consciousness that the man actually won big. He has, now, the satisfaction of seeing Cuomo go down in infamy as he ponders whether to accept a 2024 nomination that would be his for the asking.
Trump is a politician of the good kind.
Cuomo, like Craxi, overdosed on his own power.
“May the Lord help us to journey along the path of the commandments but looking toward the love of Christ, with the encounter with Christ, knowing that the encounter with Jesus is more important than all of the commandments,”
This is the kind of rubbish that that human wreck known as The Evil Clown has reduced himself to spouting. This is so wrong I don’t even know where to begin. This is rubbish no ten years old boy would ever dare to say. Heck, this is rubbish no Protestant with a vague notion of Christianity would ever dare to say!
“If ye love me, keep my commandments”
This is John 14:15. If this blathering minus habens had the faintest notion of the religion he represents, he would not dare to contradict Christ with his bogus, fake news religion of FrancisMadness. This guy is of Satan.
The Commandments have, by definition, no buts. That’s why they are called commandments instead of “guidelines”, “inspirations” or “useful helps to a meeting with Jesus”.
As we try to follow the Commandments as best as we can *because we love Jesus*, it follows that our encounter with Jesus is just there, it is exactly in our following them. There is no “encounter” that can be separated from the Commandments. There is no way I can fabricate for myself an “encounter with Jesus” that disregards the commandments, or tries to do without them.
This evil man has, with his stupid, blasphemous words, just tried to create a sort of “Super Commandment”, along the lines of “Encounter Jesus”; making it, and I quote, “more important than all of the commandments”. It’s not only that this is incredibly blasphemous. It’s the stupidity that strikes one first. This guy *really* is dumb!
What kind of satanic monster is this one? What is the game he is playing? Is he trying to rile us up as much as he can before he marches off to hell?
Yeah, actually, I think I might be on the right path with the last one. Yes, Francis *is* dumb. But he is also an old, stubborn, lewd old man playing in the sand with his small bucket, and trying to anger all those around him who don’t want to like his castle. Therefore, it can simply be that the guy has realised he will not be able to anger Catholics for much longer, and is now doing what he can to undermine the faith he was called to represent as long as he has the breath to insult us all.
What a stupid, stupid thing to do. Like Julian the Apostate – who was, incidentally, infinitely more powerful than this little, stubborn ass – Francis will soon have to realise that all his efforts were in vain.
The Galilean always wins in the end.
Reading this post on Father Z’s blog, I thought I would give my personal, imperfect, and possibly, wrong, but deeply felt perspective on the matter of those who will not be with us when (if) we get to Heaven.
I am getting fairly old. As such, very many of the generation before me, and everybody of the generation before them, have died. As I get older, the memory of old relatives and their friends become, in some way, more vivid. It’s difficult to explain it but yes, it is true what they say in Italy, that as it gets more difficult to remember what you had for breakfast, it gets easier to remember episodes many decades away.
It is, therefore, unavoidable to think that, realistically, if I make it to Heaven one day I will not find a number of people I have loved down here.
From an earthly point of view, this is something that can never be repaired, that can never be made whole. How can one be happy knowing that people he loved all his life are suffering, and will suffer for all eternity?
My answer to that is very simple and reverts around 1) the kind of happiness those in Heaven enjoy and 2) the way God organises things. Before I start, mind that I am not a theologian. As the man said, si sbalio mi corigerete.
Whilst on this earth, we are only able to think of happiness in a natural way. There is, in other words, only so much happiness we can imagine. Where the, so to speak, computing ability of our little brain stops, there ends our conception of happiness. This is, as I understand, the happiness of the souls in Limbo; who are, as it is commonly said, “happy as can be”, because they have natural happiness.
However, the happiness of the Saints it’s not a natural happiness, but a supernatural one. It is a kind of happiness that simply surpasses everything our little brains can even imagine, a happiness that is infinitely vaster than anything our our minds can even fathom.
I have read that the state of ecstasy has been described as a happiness without wishes; a state, that is, of such complete joy that nothing, absolutely nothing, could be desired by a person in such a state. The person who is experiencing a state of ecstasy is unable to harbour even the slightest desire, because his cup is already so full that there is no possibility of even another drop of happiness.
This state, my friends, is, unless I am mistaken, still a state of natural happiness, because the brain can experience it. Granted, there is a Divine “kick” that is, in fact, nothing more than the faintest hint at the immeasurable joy the saints experience in Paradise; but it is, still, something that our little “head computer” can still work with.
If, therefore, already on this earth, and be it in exceptional circumstances, a person can experience a happiness that is so absolute, so (humanly) perfect that it harbours no desire at all, how much more complete, how infinitely vaster will the joy of those in heaven be? And how can they, then, be “sad” (as in: in mental pain, suffering) for anything?
The other way I look at it is from a different angle. God loves us more than we can imagine. He orders all things so that they can be used for our profit, in one way or the other. But he “never disturbs the joy of his children, unless it is in order to prepare for them a more certain and bigger one”.
Providence works in everything God does, it is the in-built, Divine modus operandi. This does not apply solely to our little lives on earth, but to all of Creation, including heaven and hell. Why would Providence fail to operate in our little human events, but then make us eternally sad as we “miss” some of our loved ones? No. For a soul in heaven, Providence must be all-encompassing, and seen with a keenness and a depth that we could never have here on earth. As we are nearer to God, we will think more like him and understand more of Him. As we understand more of Him, we will immediately love His every judgment. We will see the Goodness (that is: the Mercy and the Justice) of everything God does, and this will be our supernatural fulfillment.
Providence means that everything is, and always will be, exactly as it has to be. Mind, I do not think that this means a kind of stupefied state, as if one were on drugs and unable to see the suffering of others. Of course, we will be aware of the suffering of those in hell, and we will be acutely conscious of all that they are missing. But there will be no sadness in this, as there can be no sadness where there is perfect, indescribable, supernatural joy. It will be, I think, the same as if you saw, whilst in a state as of ecstasy, but infinitely more powerful than that, the execution of Saddam Hussein. Yep, it’s not pleasant for him. Yep, you still know that if he had behaved differently, he would have ended differently. But in the end, this does not disturb your joy as you know, in an extremely intimate way, that everything is exactly the way it should be.
Whenever I exert my little brain with that kind of considerations – which, between you and me, happens more and more often as the years advance – I always end up with the same conclusion: that, ultimately, and when all is said and done, there is only one thing I have to achieve. If I achieve it, my life will have been an infinite success, vastly superior to all that Jeff Bezos or John D Rockefeller have achieved on earth. If I fail to achieve it, I will have been a total failure, no matter if, in life, I was another JP Morgan or John D Rockefeller.
That one thing I need to achieve is Salvation. If I do that, everything else will take care of itself.
“This symbiosis with the world in which we live, this world of exclusion as Pope Francis would say, this world of the periphery, is what Marie Louise experienced. Fraternal life, the pope’s last encyclical (Fratelli tutti), reminds us of this, living in symbiosis with the other, fraternal life and living in symbiosis with God himself.”
These moving, moving words were spoken by Father Oliver Maire, the priest murdered in France.
R.I.P. and all that.
Father Maire did not like exclusion.
He got a taste of the inclusion he so much liked.
In a dramatic development in these hot Summer days the news reaches us that Francis dodged three bullets directed at him. No, the Unholy Father was not hit. He is well. But it was close.
The bullets, clearly directed at the Unholy Father, aka Evil Clown, were contained in an envelope. It is unclear what ability to self-shoot the bullets the envelope had. It is also thought that Francis might have swallowed the bullets thinking them candies, of which he is obviously very fond, thus damaging his stomach and intestines already gravely tested by those pesky Catholics out there.
The Unholy Father has reacted to the news by inviting us to not waste bullets when we cook lunch, or something along those lines.
This writer thinks that the relentless work the Unholy Father of unearthing of the sodomite mafia inside the Vatican could be at the origin of this heinous act. By constantly supporting and promoting them, Francis showed his desire to leave no stone unturned until there is no straight Monsignore within the Vatican walls anymore. This must have – thinking logically – caused a great amount of enmity against him from all sorts of people. The Italian police will, methinks, investigate very hard among the abandoned lovers of the promoted homo clergy. Not everybody is happy with a “nighty-night” tweet after all.
The situation is made more difficult by the fact that the Unholy Father surrounds himself with homosexuals, no doubt in order to better repress and eradicate them. This makes it more difficult to isolate potential assassins among the crowd of fudge-packers constantly going in and out of Casa Santa Marta.
I can well imagine that the situation is serious, and that the Italian Carabinieri have now issued a “code pink” alert. The business of the bathhouses outside of the Vatican is going to suffer like it’s lockdown again, but this is something Francis will, I am sure, consider a sacrifice worth making.
Father Martina, who has extensive knowledge of the homo net inside and outside of the Vatican, will likely be interrogated soon.
In these difficult days, we need to pray that the Unholy Father may, after dodging the bullets, rapidly march towards the end of his work, and present himself to his Maker with one of those quips that clearly put him in the present, dangerous situation: that he does not know of any gay lobby in the Vatican, as he has never seen it in the Vatican ID cards.
What a courageous, and I mean cou.ra.ge.ous Unholy Father we have.
Is it a surprise he has been targeted?
The “Pope Gay” Reblog
There is no week now without this disgraceful man reaching for a new deep from the gutter in which he has already put himself.
Once again, the immense scandal he causes is born from his being so much in love with himself, that he cannot resist “humbly” making the world new in the presence of journalists. This time, we had 80 minutes of off-the-cuff “Francis show”, and if you have already photographed the arrogance and ignorance of this man – if you read this blog, it is probably because you have – you know that 80 minutes of Bergoglio Show can’t be good for Catholicism. More alarming still, is that the off-the-cuff remarks show how this man really thinks.
The Neo-conservative press is now desperately trying to spin the immense stupidity (or evil intent, or a mixture of the two) of this man; but you can spin as much as…
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In case you had any doubt, I am talking of Francis.
Zanchetta was the first appointment to Bishop in Argentina after the Evil Clown was elected. Basically, he was the first of the “boys”, of the group Francis must have known for decades. A personal friend, too, so the Evil Clown knew him very well.
Do we realise how near that is? How are the odds that this guy deceived Francis for who knows how many years about his perversion? How much more likely it is, instead, that Francis knew of his homosexuality at the very least, and very possibly of worse things besides, and still helped the man to progress to the rank of Bishop first, and still kept covering him after he fell from (official) grace?
And what is this habit of Francis of sending homo clergy to bankers’ posts? Does Monsignor Ricca ring a bell? A man, the latter, under whose roof Francis still lives?
What is wrong with this guy?
If it looks like a duck, swims like a duck, and quacks like a duck, then it probably is a duck.
If Francis appoints fags, is close friend of fags, protects fags, and lives under the roof of a fag, what the heck is he?
These questions need to be posed. We have left the realm of “coincidences” a very, very long time ago.
From the always excellent Vox Cantoris:
We have our own sources in the Vatican and will report the information now for your consideration. The recent surgery was not for diverticulitis but for colon cancer and he is wearing a colostomy bag and is in his last months.
I have no sources in the Vatican. For what I know (but hey: what do I know?) cancer is normally associated to loss of weight, and from what I can see of the guy he is not getting thinner but, in case, fatter. Still, I trust Vox Cantoris to report his sources only when he thinks them credible, which is why I decided to report it here and what, frankly, gives me hope.
My take is this: if this is true and the wobbling clown has a ticking bomb in his colon we will start, methinks, to see the effects of it on his physical shape in a matter of a month or two. If, in two month’s time, the guy is still as fat as he is now, I will actually abandon the hypothesis unless I receive, from a commenter here or from sources elsewhere, confirmation that one can have a bowel cancer in an advanced, incurable stage and stay fat even when the checkout is approaching fast.
For the record, I do not expect the Vatican to confirm that Francis is ill with cancer before, say, three years after his death. And when they do, it will be worth checking that he didn’t die of something else instead.
Reflecting on the news, though, I was thinking this: Francis, never a genius in his best days, has certainly not expected that a motu proprio could actually put an end, overnight, to the Tridentine Mass. If he knows that he is in his last, say, 4-6-8 months, he must know that his illness will become apparent very soon, and his Ukaze will not have the time to have any long-lasting effect.
Why, then, in this case, proceed with the Motu Proprio? It can be that the guy is not so ill; or that he is ill, but the doctors have told him he will recover; or very simply, that they told him he will not recover, and he knows that his Motu Proprio will not achieve much or for long, but he wants to do it anyway, out of spite for the Catholics he so much hates.
That, my friends, would be 100% Francis; it would be like him all right. It would be like a raised middle finger used as a parting shot (or late shot; who knows what else he might do in his last weeks!!) to tell us a last time how much he hates us. As I have written many times, nothing of this man would surprise me.
We will have the answer in the next months. For the moment, let me end, like Vox Cantoris, with a beautiful line from the Psalms:
Let his days be few; and let another take his office.
For centuries, Catholics and Protestants have stolen each other’s music. This, they did because on both sides, the right and the wrong one, they thought important to glorify God in any way they could. If, therefore, a moving melody was written by a Protestant, no matter how wrong he motives, tough luck: the beautiful creation would be recruited from the right side, to more fittingly give glory to God.
This is why we, as Catholics, should appropriate all the musical beauty that Protestant minds have created, so that their God-given talent is brought to full fruition.
I have made, in a recent post, the example of Amazing Grace, a truly amazing tune. If you apply to his words the Catholic concept of Grace, instead of the Protestant one, I think t works fine. But if not – or in any case in which this is not the case – by all means, the words should be changed to bring them in line, whilst preserving the musical beauty of the relevant musical piece.
All beauty comes from God. It is fine to direct all beauty to the glory of God.
I say, let’s steal all that is worth stealing! Let us haveb Bach and Buxtehude resound in our Sung Tridentine Masses! Let us have beautiful Anglican and Protestant hymns resound in our Novus Ordo masses, for as long as we have to cope with Novus Ordo Masses! Let us snatch beauty from the wrong hands and put it, as it is God’s grace, to its proper use!
I honestly don’t care what the guy thought who composed the music. God works in mysterious ways. But beauty is beauty. Let us not waste it.
Again, this is no novelty. This isn’t yours truly trying to be original. This has been done for Centuries.
By Catholics, I add, way more faithful than I will ever be.
Judge Napolitano has been kicked out of Fox. Because too progressive, you say? No, this does not happen anymore over there. Too obnoxious perhaps? No, this is seen as a virtue. Useless, now that Trump has been defrauded of his victory? Well, that was possibly an element in the decision, but the decision was not made because of that.
The decision was made because of harassment of… men.
Colour me not at all surprised!!
How many of these people spread their manure every day on television, radio, newspapers, and do not tell us that they have a huge skeleton in their closet? How many “conservatives” who suddenly discover they hate Trump, or Conservatism, are blackmailed into submission by the gay mafia? How many of these fake conservatives are, actually, deviants helped by said gay mafia to reach extremely well paid positions of fake conservatism?
I couldn’t stand, and therefore did not watch, Napolitano. However, he never striked me as a participant in the Elton John Parade. Perhaps I am too innocent, or he was good at faking. Still, this guy had to know that he could have been destroyed at any moment, and must have thought that towing the anti-Trump line of his very liberal new employers would be the best protection against the dreaded outing + pink slip.
Alas (for him) it wasn’t to be. The life of the fag pretend conservative commenter is not an easy nor, it seems, a very long one.
Let me first say that when a man is accused of “abuse” by several women; all of whom coming out from the same organisation; organisation who was founded by the ex-wife of the accused; ex-wife who is a lesbian, and now lives in a civil partnership with another dyke, I tend to take the accusations with a truckload of salt.
Still, this post is not about the accusations. It is about the liturgy.
David Haas must have caused more Catholics to leave church services than all Jesuits and Dominicans together. His musical expectorations are, according to even the soy-fed, feminist “progressive” Catholics, the very soundtrack of the V II liturgy, wreckovation in notes so to speak.
Haas’ music is now being banned from an awful lot of North American churches, and I can easily imagine other English-speaking Countries, where the Haas-virus was allowed to spread and kill the desire to show up at Mass, following suit.
You might say that his rubbish will be substituted for other rubbish. To this is answer that, first, I am very happy for every rubbish that lands in the rubbish bin; secondly, the amputation of the song book might give the one or other priest a welcome excuse to civilise the matter, with a lot of “Amazing Grace” and “Dear Lord and Father of Mankind” instead of that diabetes-inducing sugary stuff.
Every loss for the progressive V II troops is a win for us. And for our poor ears, which have forced us to zone out during the “singing” for too long.
I have very recently written about the Evil Clown appearing in the Paul VI Hall in the Vatican, which he had air-conditioned because… Greta.
I would like, here, to focus on another aspect of that disgraceful apparition; the fact, I mean, that it is reported that the man did not manage the few meters to his podium without wobbling.
I wonder now: was this because he is recovering, or was this exactly because there is no recovery?
Francis never looked like the wobbling type to me. His walk was aged, as befits an overweight man of around 85, but not really uncertain. I never saw him helped to walk.
I am not a doctor, and have no desire to make too many enquiries about this. But you know how these things go: at a certain point, there are increasingly more signs that things are getting worse, and the last station, where the train(wreck) ends, is getting nearer. He might be wobbling because he is still recovering, or because he does not manage to recover, or just because he can’t carry the substantial belly he has built in his old years anymore.
Still, I think it’s fair to say that the next Conclave begins to be seen, in the distance, from the window and with a naked eye.
Pray for a Catholic successor to this guy. God knows we don’t deserve him, but we need him anyway.
The hypocrisy of the Evil Clown really knows no bounds.
He never tires of warning us that therevis a climate “emergency “, which means we only have a limited time to save the planet; we all need to do our bit; we must live simply, renounce to consumption, bow in front on the poor and, in general, promote ecosocialism.
Then he has the Paul VI Hall in Rome air conditioned, so the humble wheelchair lover does not have to stand the heat. This is not even Nancy Pelosi hypocrisy. This is Bill Gates hypocrisy.
Still: every time I read one of these news, after the first spike of adrenaline, I thank the Lord that He allows everybody who has eyes to see to realise the almost inconceivable scale of phoniness of this guy.
Francis is an evil clown. As such, he manages to be a clown even in those rare days in which he does not say anything evil. It’s not only the way he talks, you see. It’s everything he is.
So we now have pope Evil Clown, the air-conditioned buffoon.
We are informed that Bruce Jenner , who got the idea of candidating for Governor in California, is broke, or at least his campaign is.
If you ask me, it wasn’t more than a publicity stunt from the start. The freak lives out of notoriety, and this pretended run served him well. Only 700,000 dollars cashed in for the campaign. Heck, this is change money for some of his relatives!
What angered me of the entire stunt, and angers me now that the stunt is at an end, is that this guy was examined as a potential candidate in the first place.
You don’t give the time of day to a circus freak merely because he says he is conservative or says, at times, something vaguely conservative. You don’t start to examine his position on immigration etc. merely because he “candidates”. You know that from the mind of a circus freak nothing else will come out but rubbish. Plus, the guy represent all that is wrong in modern times, and should be rejected even if he talked sense all of the time.
As to the last point, let me assure you that it is not, nor could it ever be, the case. The guy could not take a clear stance on almost anything. Basically, he wanted to be elected in order for us to celebrate his self-mutilation. Not happening, boy.
Still, I think that Bruce Jenner did not want even that. Even he knew he had no chance. Even the extremely rich and oh so supporting members of his family did not care for the close relative as trannie candidate.
What Bruce Jenner wanted is for the public, that is, you, to mention his name, to talk about him near the water bowl. He wanted to live in you mind at the expense of his donors. He wanted to keep his name in the headlines so the next rubbish freak show would call him.
This has actually happened, and it appears the guy suspended his campaign to take part in a rubbish tv show. I cannot imagine a worse offence to his donors (who deserve it anyway) and a more blatant disregard for the office he was running to.
Remember this always: there is no “good homo”, much less a “good trannie”. If there is garbage in, garbage is all that will get out.
Bruce Jenner does not need sit in the chair of the governor. He needs to sit in the chair of his doctor.
In substitution for the Mass of the Ages, courtesy of a great liturgist called Jorge Bergolio, I give you
This is old (first posted the day after the Most Tragic Event), but gives a very clear idea of what this guy had in store for you, instead of Catholicism, from the start.
As I said in the original post: yes, I pity the children.
But I pity this little tool of Satan more.
Rorate Caeli has an interesting interview to a Traditionalist Priest. The interview is mainly, but not only, concerned with the post TC situation in Italy.
I would like to point out to a couple of very interesting considerations.
First, let’s talk about Ferrara.
What do you think the bishops’ reactions will be? I am thinking of the Archbishop of Ferrara, not at all a conservative, who erected a personal parish for the extraordinary form 15 days before the Pope announced his document. Do you expect this kind of reaction?
The case of Ferrara is very interesting in many ways. It shows this “left-wing” bishop’s independence from Pope Francis. In Italy, and in the Curia, people are distancing themselves from the pontiff. They feel that he is at the end of his career and are thinking about the future. They find the present government chaotic, and they want something more serious, and more true liberalism. As for the Bishop of Ferrara, it is clear: aware of the document and knowing that personal parishes would no longer be allowed to be erected, he erected one immediately: it’s great!
I almost spilled my post-prandial espresso on this!
A bishop who is not at all conservative, but cannot ignore anymore how power is simply shifting inside the Diocese, knows very well that a Motu Proprio against SP is in the brew, and decides to act before it gets announced! You couldn’t make it up! This is one of those eye-opening episodes, because it would have been very easy for the Archbishop to say “let us wait first what the pope says” and fend off the requests. However, it seems that the situation on the ground was quite the contrary: a V II Bishop wants to erect a personal parish, because he knows in which direction the wind blows. His desire to establish a personal parish and a permanent Traditional Mass was not due to his Traditionalism (which just isn’t there). It’s due to it being better to give in to Catholics than to resist their mounting pressure! It’s not only “great”. It really is a blueprint for what must be happening in who knows how many places in Italy and elsewhere!
Also, look at this:
How did the supporters of Francis’ motu proprio win through?
It was enough to convince the Pope! He has the power to go against anyone… In this case, the major lobby group in the Italian bishops’ conference was set against Summorum Pontificum, mainly because in Italy, rather later than in France, young priests were beginning to celebrate the traditional Mass and to adopt more traditional ideas. They noticed a “traditionalization” of the seminaries, which worried them greatly. In the Curia as well, people like Cardinal Parolin, Cardinal Stella in the Congregation for Clergy, etc., were also very concerned.
More good news, and perfectly in line with what I reflected above. Italy is, later than France (because the crisis wasn’t so harsh in the first place), starting to SSPX-ise itself. Yep, I’ve said it. Yep, I reject V II (not its validity). Yep, I think an awful lot of Italian faithful think like me!
What this all tells us is this: there is a subterranean surge of Catholicism, a quiet but very strong reaction to Francis, that is so determined, that even local Archbishops hasten to give up to the Resistance, trying to be faster than Francis’ work of destruction. They know that to do what Francis wants would be madness. They don’t get to hear from Francis much. They get to hear from Catholics all the time.
But how comes that things have come to the point of – let us say this again – V II Archbishops working against the Motu Proprio even before it is made public?
Well, I hate to tell you. Or so I should. Still, here’s what it is:
They are waitin’ for the coffin.
The Cowardinals Reblog
How many are like this one?
Seriously, how would a Conclave look like, from the inside, today?
Screeching, bitching voices? Wrists dangling in the air? Old men in drags? Lewd acts between old “lovers”?
How many Cardinals are homos? How many do not ever care to hide it in their circles, sure of impunity? And how many (hopefully the majority; but at this point, who knows?) are straight, but too afraid of doing anything?
Remember when Paper Tiger Cowardinal Burke started to talk of a correction due anytime from (please don’t laugh) January 2017? Could it be that Paper Tiger roared because he thought he had the support of a couple of dozen other Cowardinals, and the Vatican Gay Mafia silenced them because they were all compromised, many of them with sodomy?
Seriously, we must pose the question now: in a world in which a McCarrick is given the highest…
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I am a deeply flawed human being. My fallen nature catches up with me with shocking frequency. I am, as a whole, unworthy of the many graces God keeps giving me (by keeping me alive, and healthy, for example) day in and day out. But… But….
Is hating a hateful individual like the Evil Clown among my (manifold) flaws? Certainly not!
Francis has never done anything to me personally. He never kicked my cat, or took my place in the queue, or disrespected me in any way. I am positive that he never even neglected to pass me the salt! I have no reason to have any personal resentment against him!
Still, I wish he died today. This very moment. As I write this. I actually pray (though, being a deeply flawed individual, not with anywhere the frequency I should) for the Evil Clown’s painless death. Mind, I wish him Salvation, with all my heart, with all the charity I can muster. Still, I hope the guy reaches room temperature as soon as may be.
Why is that? And does this make me bad?
The first question is easily answered: because I love Christ and His Church and I see in Francis, like everyone with a brain, an enemy of both.
Do you love your Country? Do you wish death (not damnation!) on those who have declared war to it, have attacked it and want to destroy it? Yes, I am sure. If you didn’t, I would question your patriotism. You can, of course, wish that the war goes to an end and the attack ceases. Still, as long as the war goes on, you want your enemies’ skulls to be introduced to the bullets of your soldiers. Does this, then, make you bad? On the contrary: it makes you a Patriot. Has the soldier, whose skull you wish to see introduced to a bullet, done anything personal to you? Certainly not. It’s not personal, you see. It’s about what we love.
Now: how more important is Christ and your Church than your Fatherland? My answer: infinitely so. Therefore, I should, most certainly, wish for the (earthly) number one enemy of the Church to die. I should do so because it is about what I love, and if I wished this guy a long Pontificate because I love to “feel good” in my supposed humanitarianism, this would unavoidably mean that Christ and His Church are less important to me than my own desire to “feel good”.
It’s not difficult, really.
Get your priorities straight, and such questions will be answered automatically. Get your priorities wrong, and your answers will be just as flawed.
Francis is at war with Christ and His Church. I wish he ended the war; but, as long at the war goes on, I will wish the death of the enemy.
It turns out that the Dutch auxiliary bishop who wrote that courageous denunciation of the entire Pontificate of the Evil Clown does not celebrate the TLM himself. You see, this is a young prelate who grew up in that Catholic desert called The Netherlands. It is also an easy assumption to make that the man, as an auxiliary Bishop, has no power to decide about diocesan Traditional Masses in his diocese.
What does this tell us? To me, it is another powerful demonstration that the Traditional Latin Mass is by now, in real life, impossible to eradicate.
When even prelates who grew up without it and do not benefit from it in their daily life get to understand its importance to the point of openly going against their bishops and pope, we know that something powerful is going on everywhere. This bishop may still retract. Other bishops may do all they can to eradicate the Mass of the Ages from their diocese. But the grip of the Traditional Mass on any sincere Catholic will stay and will, in fact, work on him even from a distance.
The good bishop could do worse than dedicating himself to the private study of the Traditional Mass he so eloquently defended. God willing, as the Bishop in charge of his diocese, he could, one day, have the honour of celebrating the first Tridentine Mass in his diocese in who knows how many decades.
Evil Clowns pass. The Mass of the Ages stays.
Francis starts to look like a little Julian the Apostate. He will not be, in the end, more successful than the latter was.
The Galilean always wins in the end.
It is well known that the Evil Clown does not believe in the miracle of the bread and fish. This is not surprising at all, then it is fairly obvious that this man does not believe in God in the first place.
Once you have decided that the Divinity of Christ is a fraud, you have to find some more or less plausible excuse for all that stuff you find in the Gospel; you know, all that stuff that says that Jesus is God.
Francis loves to give a Socialist interpretation to everything (everyone must have a religion, you know…), and he does it here, too. The “miracle” is in the “sharing “, he keeps saying. Therefore, the bread and fish was all already there and Christ did not actually multiply it at all. Rather, the present came out of their capitalistic, grasping attitude and showed that if the rich start sharing, there is a lot for everybody.
This means, of course, that the Apostles were stupid, as they did not have the faintest about all that accumulated bread Francis is so persuaded about. It makes Jesus Himself looked very gullible at the least; as if he were a middle class boy who lived a sheltered existence and has no clue about the greed of the wealthy. But hey, Francis knows best. Who are we to judge?
This year, though, Francis added a new element, associating the “multiplication” with, and I quote, a manifestation of “power and vanity”. Yes, dear reader: it would have been something denoting “power and vanity” if Christ had multiplied the bread and the fish. Two thousand years of Christianity have believed in a vain God. Thank Goodness we now have Francis, who, after improving the Our Father, also gives us a new and up to now unknown Christ.
I had hoped that the missing piece of colon would rarify the appearances of this guy. Alas, it turns out he only takes it as an excuse for the things and people he wants to avoid (celebrating the Mass with the Grandparents) , but has no problems at all when it’ s just him, a microphone and a camera, and no pesky altar with Blessed Sacrament in front of which he does not want to bow.
The click is ticking furiously for this guy, but he does not show any sign of repentance.
He will know about the miracle soon enough.