Advent And The Rest
Far too early, as every year, the Christmas Drums have begun to roll. As every year, they will be heard by a lot of people to whom this period is simply “the holidays”.
This is, I think, where a good Warrior Ant can do his job in little things. Language is a weapon, and a very powerful one at that. I suggest we make a conscious effort to use it properly.
I invariably use the word “Christmas”, never “the holidays” or the like. When someone uses the word “holidays” with me, I candidly ask what he means by it. When he answers Christmas, he is being re-conditioned without even noticing.
Then there is the greeting stuff. A heartfelt “Merry Christmas!” to a colleague or acquaintance, to the cashier lady or the waiter at the pub, will give another little contribution.
Nor should you be PC in spreading the word. The Muslim cashier should get her Merry Christmas with a particularly broad smile. Who knows, it could be the beginning of something, or another little occasion to actually reflect.
I also try to spread the word in other ways. For example, in the office I will say “let’s do this after Advent begins”, pretending that Advent is common knowledge and understood by all. Then I explain, and at that point my interlocutor knows, at a deep level he does not realise, that there is more to Christmas than vapid XXI Century jingles on TV.
I am sure you’ll have other ideas, but you get the drift. It is shocking to think in what godless times we live.
Let’s put some more Christ in people’s lives, and even if in small, little ways. These little ways count, as our adversaries have shown.
The Ungrateful Thanksgiving
The United States prepare to celebrate the first Thanksgiving since the Supreme Court – aided and abetted by satanical politicians and stupid common citizen – spat in the face of the same God the Country is supposed to give thanks to.
An external observer cannot but notice the process now in place: Christianity is gradually erased from the collective consciousness of the majority of the Country as traditional rites and festivities are kept in place as hollow containers of something vaguely felt as “good”, but largely used for holidays, booze, or worse.
Thanksgiving is very clearly, for more and more Americans, something not even remotely related to giving thanks to God for a good harvest allowing the survival of the Pilgrims in the new Continent. To whom these people give “thanks” must be an exercise in stupidity: the Cosmic Lesbian, the Great Universe, the Goddess of Niceness and Mahatma Ghandi are certainly thinkable candidates. The same happens with Christmas, now largely a season of exaggerated spending and boozing which people largely remember for the stress it causes them; or Easter, the season for overseas travel and house cleanups.
Those who know history know that this is the way it always happens: the Romans kept the sacred office of the Pontifex Maximus when they had pretty much forgotten what the man was there for in the first place. Rituals stay a while, because of pure attrition, after religions have largely or completely gone. We are living that transition all over the West, with the exception of Russia and some Eastern European Countries.
As we assist to the not-so-slow disappearance of Christianity from the West, we keep all the exterior rites. The so-called Church of England has just been told they are not allowed to air an adv in cinemas guilty of containing the Lord's Prayer, but you can be sure Christmas will be a huge business in the UK this year.
Christianity is being erased from the West. In the meantime, Pope Francis complains about global warming, and wants more Muslims in.
Still, there is a silver line. The battle is already won, and our behaviour and allegiance will only decide whether and how much we partake of this victory.
With God's grace, we will stay faithful to the end; and enjoy, one day, our reward as many of those who today give thanks to “Gaia, the Big Lesbian Bitch In The Sky” discover there is a price to pay for their heathenish insolence.
Pagans ask their colleagues what they will do for Christmas, and talk excitedly on their own plans.
Atheists proudly wear “Christmas jumpers”.
Pubs and Restaurants invite to book the “Christmas lunch” months in advance.
You receive cards with “Season's Greetings”. What on earth is this? Did you send me a card for the 21 of June?
Half of Christmas mentions have to do with stress: gifts to buy, things to do, traffic. And do you go anywhere on holiday for Christmas? They say Paris is so romantic this time of the year..
“Christmas Party” at work has become synonymous with drunkenness, or even debauchery.
Can't wait for TMAHICH telling us that “Christmas is social justice” or such unspeakable, secular, populist rubbish.
Christmas is disappearing from the radar screen as the roads become more congested by the year. It is becoming a thin varnish of no one knows what anymore. The very name is endangered, and the “winter tree” very probably upon us.
Our very own shepherds help in this. To them, Christ is a glorified “community organiser”, or a “life trainer”.
Say it again?
What am I going to do for Christmas?
I am going to Mass, ass….!
I had noticed already that Christmas has become more and more a commercial exercise here in Blighty, but I was not prepared for what happened very recently.
Walking out of a well-frequented train station I saw some young people dressed as Father Christmas and distributing mince pies, a typical Christmas fare these parts. Of course, this was far too early in the year considering we still write October; but this is not even the beginning of the mess.
Together with the mince-pie leaflets were distributed, and a company was promoting its own Christmas offer. You’d think Christmas Caroles, and pudding, and punch, and all that.
What they were promoting was a sort of “fun day” for groups of people obviously unaware ( or uncaring) of what Christmas is about in the first place. There was a disco-entertainment being offered before the eating and various other utterly profane activities. I threw the thing straight in the next bin with a somewhat energetic movement; too late I realised the leaflet would have been, on reflection, occasion for some entertaining remarks on the blog.
This simply gives you the full measure of the point things have come to.
Ascension, Pentecost And The Christian Nation
Soon the Feast of Ascension will be upon us; it will be followed, soon after, by Pentecost.
When I used to live in Germany, these were both public feast days. Actually, at Pentecost the festivity was the following day.
I never can understand when even people who consider themselves religious manage to separate the calendar from their religious convictions. Religion is not a private matter, something that you remember only when you are closed in your own bedroom and pray. Religion is very much a public matter, and Christianity, with its inherent claim to evangelisation and expansion, is the most public matter of them all.
It is true that Christians would celebrate Christmas even if it wasn’t a public festivity; but it is also true that when a Christian festivity is a feast day the following happens:
1) the Christian character of a country is reaffirmed;
2) Christianity is forcefully put to the attention of non-Christians;
3) the Christian calendar moulds collective identity, even for non-churchgoers.
The idea that it be all right for Christians to celebrate, say, Labour Day or those insipid, utterly stupid, PC-stinking “bank holidays” we have here in the UK without pushing for their substitution with Christian holidays is, in my eyes, not very Christian. In my opinion, public feast days on, at the very least, Ascension, Pentecost, Corpus Domini and Assumption should be in the private list of grievances of every UK Catholic, and the first two in that of every Christian. The Catholic – and not only Catholic – hierarchy should push for the recognition of at least the first two in lieu of those stupid, politically correct, tofu-like “bank holidays” or, in case and when necessary, through the reduction of statutory holiday rights. They might, admittedly, not succeed in this generation, but their assertiveness would put Christianity high on the agenda and force the country to think about what it want to be, and what price it would pay if the wrong decision is taken.
These days, middle ways are difficult to maintain and – as I have heard saying – he who stays in the middle of the road risks ending up under a truck. Cue the calls for the abolition of Christmas as a festivity, or the renaming of Christmas markets as “winter lights” – or such bollocks – already seen all over England.
Christianity can’t be protected by half, and neutrality is of no use. You either fight for the Christian values of your country, or you will be forced in a rearguard battle by the ever complaining, now more and more aggressive atheists.
In countries like Italy – where the situation is not ideal, either – every city has a feast day on the day of his patron saint. Think of what this means: that the city puts itself under the protection of a saint, and that this is made clearly visible as a social, and not merely religious, event.
Feast days alone will, admittedly, not cause a country to become more Christian. But by clearly marking the Christian ground, they will at least make it more difficult for it to become less Christian, and will be a public call to conversion in times of licence and unbelief.
Christianity is not a private matter.
Father Finigan On Mum, Mass And Soap
Absolutely beautiful blog post from Father Finigan.
As it is not very long I allow myself to re-post it in its entirety.
“My Mum Forced me To Clean My Teeth”
“I am heartily sick of the protest “I don’t go to Mass because my parents forced me to go when I was young.” OK Son, what else did your parents force you to do?
Your parents forced you to wash before you went out in the morning. Those cruel tyrants made sure that you cleaned your teeth before you went to bed. They dragged you kicking and screaming to school so that you could learn to read – and the teachers collaborated by forcing you to learn the alphabet and put the words together.
To top it all, after looking after your physical needs, they had the temerity to exercise their authority by looking after your spiritual needs and taking you to Mass on Sunday.
If they had neglected to see that you were clean, had suitable clothes, eat some sort of nourishing food, get some education and cross the road safely, they would have been visited by social services and given a care plan so that you could be healthy and safe.
And you are complaining because they took responsibility for your eternal life?
In this context, it is relevant to quote again the classic:
Ten reasons why I never wash
- I was forced to as a child.
- People who wash are hypocrites – they think they are cleaner than everybody else.
- There are so many different kinds of soap, I can’t decide which one is best.
- I used to wash, but I got bored and stopped.
- I wash only on special occasions, like Christmas and Easter.
- None of my friends wash.
- I’ll start washing when I get older and dirtier.
- I can’t spare the time.
- The bathroom is never warm enough in winter or cool enough in summer.
- People who make soap are only after your money”.
I would add the following:
“11. Some soap representatives turned out to be child abusers.”
“12. If I start using the soap, I’ll have to make an effort to stay clean.”
“13. If I start using the soap, there’ll be unpleasant discussion with my stinking neighbours.”
The Pope and the Parliament: Some Highlights
This was rather good:
“There are those who would advocate that the voice of religion be silenced, or at least relegated to the purely private sphere,”
This was even better:
“There are those who argue that the public celebration of festivals such as Christmas should be discouraged, in the questionable belief that it might somehow offend those of other religions or none”.
But the best was probably this one:
“And there are those who argue – paradoxically, with the intention of eliminating discrimination – that Christians in public roles should be required at times to act against their conscience.”
This being a diplomatic visit with a Head of State visiting a sovereign Parliament, I assume this obvious reference to the adoption agencies scandal has been instantly understood by anyone present.
On a different note, it was very nice to see the Pontiff honouring St. Thomas More, in the same Westminster Hall where he was tried and sentenced to a glorious death as a Martyr.
The most notable development, though, continues to be the absence of loud protest and the popular participation way above expectations. Weather continues to be fine, the Pope continues to be in form and, it seems to me, rather in high spirits.
Will be interesting to know more about the people arrested in the next hours.
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