Yesterday Andrews was the southernmost tip of presumably the last snowstorm of the season. Just a few tender snowflakes fell into town, immediately melting, being tender snowflakes, after all. Even tender snowflakes, despite being so tender and such snowflakes, can make up an occasion for an edition for Flowers for the Immaculate Conception. But first, one needs plenty of spider webs to entrap them, making them look like flowers.
These “flowers” lasted about ten minutes. Done. Then they convert to something else, in this case, water. But do the analogy. Tender snowflakes that are human beings should also convert from being so tender and such snowflakes, grow up, realize that an entitlement mentality (entitled to bully others with Marxist agendas) might look nice for a moment, but that it is not real. There is no identity behind an entitlement mentality, just a dark and vacuous black hole of the universe: “All for me! Precious! PRECIOUS!”
And this is what the Immaculate Conception wants for tender snowflakes like Gollum, namely, that they convert away from the violent egoism of their purposed lack of identity and be turned to their real identity in her Divine Son, Christ Jesus, the Savior of us all. Imagine. When we were all so hateful, there she stood under the cross interceding for us even while we tortured her dear Son to death.
Continuing with the analogy, the tender snowflakes melt and then water real flowers for the Immaculate Conception. That’s really cool, as it were, so to speak. These post-flower bits drinking in that same water were seen next to the hermitage the other day. I love that. I’m sure our Lady does as well.
