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Covid “vaccines” and relativism of conscience

Warning! If sarcasm triggers you, just man up and suffer through it. It will do you good. There’s a lot of sarcasm in what follows. There’s a lot of clarity – in charity – with sarcasm. It gets the point across. The Scriptures are filled with sarcasm. Holy sarcasm.

  • My conscience that I have purposely blinded by not paying attention to the Natural Law, to the Ten Commandments, to the Sacred Scriptures… my purposely blinded conscience tells me that I can hunt down “authorities” who agree with whatever the hell I want to do, like the Pope (not speaking infallibly), like the Congregation for the Doctrine of the Faith (which never speaks infallibly), like the USCCB (which never speaks infallibly), like heretic priest-sycophants of sycophant bishops (who never speak infallibly), like my kids and grandkids (who never speak infallibly)… my conscience purposely blinded, purposely sycophantic, tells me that I can say that I have no conscience, but just the possibility of being a weak coward and because my fallen human conscience infallibly commands me. I can therefore be only a weak coward and just do evil for the sake of evil, and it will all be good because I’m just like all the other weak cowards at home, at work, at church, in society. Therefore…
  • Because my conscience wounded by fallen human nature is not to be guided by Natural Law or Revelation, because, you know, it’s my sacrosanct conscience of fallen human nature, and always infallible (I’m so very special!), well, therefore, I can just go ahead and do up some idol worship in Vatican Gardens or in my own life, making myself my own god and worshiping myself, doing whatever the hell it is that my fallen but of course infallible human conscience commands me to do.
  • Because my conscience wounded by fallen human nature is not to be guided by Natural Law or Revelation, because, you know, it’s my sacrosanct conscience of fallen human nature, and always infallible (I’m so very special!), well, therefore, I can just go ahead and believe in the universal salvation heresy of Pope Francis, which means the commandments are stupid and Jesus is stupid for having died to redeem us from sin — we’re all gonna be saved anyway, right? — and with Jesus being stupid for having the right in His own justice to have mercy on us, to forgive us, He having taken on our punishment for our sin, standing in our place, the Innocent for the guilty… because Jesus is stupid for all that mercy founded on justice crap, I can therefore do whatever the hell my fallen conscience tells me to do. My conscience is god, not God. Universal salvation! Yay! Blaspheming God to His face at the judgment will only get us to heaven anyway, so why not follow my fallen human but ever infallible – of course – conscience? I’m god, not God.
  • Because my conscience wounded by fallen human nature is not to be guided by Natural Law or Revelation, because, you know, it’s my sacrosanct conscience of fallen human nature, and always infallible (I’m so very special!), well, therefore, I can just go ahead and follow the “If-it-feels-good-do-it!” style-of-morality regarding sexual activity because my conscience says I am to do whatever the hell I please as it’s all heavenly — serial polygamy, fornication, adultery, same sex civil unions, pornography and self-abuse, abuse of minors, whatever — and nothing matters because “my” conscience, utterly relative to me, myself and I, gave me an excuse to do whatever the hell I please, and the Pope, the Holy Office, the USCCB, the bishops, the governments, god Fauci have all foisted their slimy selves on my conscience and I love it, because they insist it’s “my” conscience, that I must be arrogantly proud of “my” conscience, that I must choose not to love God or neighbor or myself: I must shriek NON SERVIAM! I WILL NOT SERVE! I must serve my ill-formed conscience of fallen human nature.
  • Because my conscience wounded by fallen human nature is not to be guided by Natural Law or Revelation, because, you know, it’s my sacrosanct conscience of fallen human nature, and always infallible (I’m so very special!), well, therefore, I can just go ahead follow the new “vaccine” religion and sacrifice children in mandated rituals of aborting living, fully developed, healthy children so as to rip out their living healthy organs for the sole purpose of researching and/or developing and/or testing for my “benefit”, my direct, proximate, formal cooperation in this murder for hire scheme.

HERE’S THE DEAL:

  • It used to be that the Church taught (and the true Church still teaches) that our consciences of our fallen human nature are to be formed by Natural Law, by Sacred Revelation, by the authentic supreme magisterial interventions of the Sacred Magisterium such as we have with the canons of Trent.
  • But now THE DOCTRINE is that Natural Law and Sacred Revelation and the authentic interventions of the Supreme Magisterium are all to be a priori rejected in favor of the fallible private conscience of fallen human nature, and if anyone, say, a priest, dares buck this brow-beating, he will forthwith be dismissed from the clerical state for trumped up charges of, say, inciting hatred of the hierarchy of the Church, of being divisive, ineffective, not being a ♬ man-of-consensus ♬, not one-of-us.

HERE’S THE UPSHOT:

  • Please God, with God’s grace, I’m going to respect the conscience of people not by saying they have no moral capacity and so I’ll just accompany them in their murder and blasphemy.. No… I’m going to respect the conscience of people by encouraging them to repent and try, with God’s good grace, to do what is good and holy, to follow Jesus, who said, “If you love me, keep the commandments.”
  • Please God, I do this with great joy and enthusiasm, expecting the worst comeuppance, but considering that a privilege. That’s NOT me. That joy and enthusiasm would only be, is with me, because of the grace of God, and me, somehow, in some little way, following my guardian angel. He also wields that fiery sword to bring about my conversion. See the picture above. :-)

JUST AN HISTORICAL NOTE:

  • This follow-your-own-sacrosanct-conscience thing began in a big way in 1968 with the wholesale rejection of Humanae vitae by the bishops and priests and religious, they rejecting Natural Law, Sacred Revelation and the constant teaching of the Church through the centuries against contraception, abortifacients, abortion, etc., they insisting on private conscience not formed by Natural Law, Sacred Revelation or the constant teaching of the Church.
  • And today, the same ones who would uphold Humanae vitae congratulate themselves for being good because of that, so good, in fact, that they literally have a license to kill, so that they can insist on people now rejecting properly formed conscience, you know, so as to give people an excuse in relativism to kill the unborn for self-profit as with the “vaccines.”
  • Hypocrites, all. They have prostituted themselves in exactly the same way that this has been done throughout the millennia: “Just tell me whatever the hell it is that you want to do, and I’ll give you permission to do this, and I’ll make sure to deal with recalcitrant priests, but the deal is that you have to congratulate me, saying that I’m a man of consensus, clever, smart, a sophisticate amongst the best.” But here’s what will happen: those yes-men won’t be there for the defense of the idiots at the last judgement. No, they won’t. These guys will be all on their own to… defend… murder… because, you know, conscience in our fallen human nature is infallible… and stuff like that there… right? right?

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Last Rites from an unvaxed priest! Faster than a speeding bullet! More powerful than a locomotive! Able to leap tall buildings in a single bound! Look!

  • “Last Rites given by an unvaxed priest! Faster than a speeding bullet! More powerful than a locomotive! Able to leap tall buildings in a single bound! Look! Up in the sky! It’s a bird! It’s a plane! No, it’s Super-Troublemaker! Father George!”

To those who think that I do something extraordinarily heroic… sigh… all I do is jump not over tall buildings but merely into a beat-up vehicle, having an absolute blast driving through the absolutely gorgeous Blue Ridge Mountains on the super-cool curvy roads of far, far Western North Carolina, North Georgia, etc., blasting through any number of parishes and (arch)dioceses and states to do what I’m supposed to do as a priest. That’s it. Nothing heroic. Nothing out of the ordinary. It’s what any priest would do, at least if they could.

Some priests are locked down, commanded by their bishops not to provide the Sacraments of Our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ, not even Last Rites to those in the throws of death. What’s it gonna hurt the person who’s dying? What’s it gonna hurt the priest even if he catches Covid and dies? Giving the Last Rites gets both to heaven, and isn’t that what we want? We’re all gonna die. But the dying need the Last Rites and the priest must provide the Last Rites.

Even bishops sitting mightily in power denying Last Rites to their subjects will die. We priests are to ignore them as Canon Law bids us to do. And I’m not bucking any authority in all this: regardless of any jurisdiction any bishop thinks he has, when it’s a matter of someone dying on the spot any priest whomsoever has the right and duty to provide the Sacraments, even someone who is excommunicated, even if a priest in good standing is right there. And anyway, I’m in good standing with both Church and State.

By “Last Rites” I mean any number of things that can include but are not limited to rites of Confession and Anointing, also known as Extreme Unction. While Confession is expressly mentioned in Canon Law (Canon 976), I include Anointing since it covers what happens in Confession when Confession cannot otherwise be made. The supreme law is the salvation of souls, right?

To those who think that I do something criminal, being unvaxed and being with… gasp!… other people who are dying, even while I am spot-tested, enrobed, masked and gloved (but not gloved for a few seconds when I actually provide the sacraments), to those who judge me as being an old meanie for comforting the dying and sending them to heaven in their last minutes, to them I say… well, actually… I am speechless… But I’ll just keep doing what I do best, to be with the dying, to hear Confessions, to provide the Last Rites… and that’s NOT heroic, it’s just a priest being a priest.

If I myself were to die in moments, desiring the Last Rites, and some traitor (arch)bishop somewhere somehow forbade any priest to come to my assistance, and would not in any event show up himself, say, in a Covid Ward, you know, so that he could score some political points with who knows who, I would be tempted to sin with thoughts of exaggerated bitterness against him (not good, I know). That’s not the state of mind I would otherwise want when preparing to go before the Lord in just some minutes. Much better to ask the Lord for His mercy, for the forgiveness of all my terrible sins, for the grace of final perseverance in those last seconds, for the joy of going to heaven to thank Him forever.

I “confess” that in the past few days I’ve been to all sorts of hospitals in Covid overflow wards, in Covid lockdown wards, in North Carolina, in Georgia, at private homes… Again, that’s nothing heroic. It’s what all priests are supposed to do. In any other time, people wouldn’t pay one bit of attention. Nothing. But now, wrongly, it’s all, like:

  • “Last Rites given by an unvaxed priest! Faster than a speeding bullet! More powerful than a locomotive! Able to leap tall buildings in a single bound! Look! Up in the sky! It’s a bird! It’s a plane! No, it’s Super-Troublemaker! Father George!”

But let’s talk about being unvaxed for a second. I am unvaxed. There are priests in, say, the Diocese of Lexington who are unvaxed and who are forbidden by their bishop because of that to provide the Last Rites. Does anyone ask them if they have super strong natural antibodies such that they cannot be carriers, unable to get or transmit Covid? No? Why not? What’s the political motivation behind that? Does anyone do spot tests? No? Why not? What’s the political motivation behind that? I wonder who it is who is the real criminal here…

For myself, and I’m sure for those other priests, I would, we would be happy to be considered criminals if only we could provide the Last Sacraments to the dying, because, you know, how could you not? Jesus Himself died for this. Ask His Mother. What does she tell you?

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Pope Francis’ ambiguity vs Isaac of Stella’s clarity

  • “The Church is incapable of forgiving any sin without Christ, and Christ is unwilling to forgive any sin without the Church. The Church cannot forgive the sin of one who has not repented, who has not been touched by Christ; Christ will not forgive the sin of one who despises the Church. What God has joined together, man must not separate. This is a great mystery, but I understand it as referring to Christ and the Church.” — Saint Isaac of Stella
  • “Because of forms of conditioning and mitigating factors, it is possible that in an objective situation of sin – which may not be subjectively culpable, or fully such – a person can be living in God’s grace, can love and can also grow in the life of grace and charity, while receiving the Church’s help to this end.(351) /// (351) In certain cases, this can include the help of the sacraments. Hence, “I want to remind priests that the confessional must not be a torture chamber, but rather an encounter with the Lord’s mercy” (Apostolic Exhortation Evangelii Gaudium [24 November 2013], 44: AAS 105 [2013], 1038). I would also point out that the Eucharist “is not a prize for the perfect, but a powerful medicine and nourishment for the weak” (ibid., 47: 1039). — Francis

Thus, what’s his name, Wilton Gregory or something, Archbishop of Washington DC, corrected Joey Biden to say that life does indeed begin at conception. However, at the same time, old Wilt will still be giving Holy Communion to Joe. It’s called the accompaniment by Pope Francis. By any other name it’s called neither recognizing anyone’s moral capacity nor the power of Jesus’ sanctifying grace, you know, from Jesus, who said, “Go, and do not sin again.”

By the way, that citation of Saint Isaac of Stella is fortuitously taken from the Novus Ordo Liturgy of the Hours for this very day. ;-)

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Day Off Road Danger

Fredo the Hurricane, Tropical Storm, Rain-Cloud weather system visited us yesterday. Escaping flooding at the rectory I chased off at 6:00 AM to go to a doctor’s appointment in Brevard. I did do up that medical appointment, and then saw a doctor of the soul, a priest, and was able to go to Confession some town away from there (which I try to do weekly, the best way to go to heaven).

  • Within minutes of leaving the rectory, zipping through the Nantahala Gorge, there were three downed trees over that river road, already cut away as people travel with chain saws for this reason on super-rainy days. I myself have cut away fully seven trees over the highway in my times in the parish here. Yesterday, one of the trees in particular looked to have been hit by a vehicle, a likely event on the blind-cliff-edge-curves at night with pouring rain.
  • Getting out on the Smoky Mountain Expressway, there were early morning accidents, but already being attended.
  • On the way back, there was a parking lot experience for many hours on Interstate 40. Old style manual shift on steep hills for hours of a traffic jam is… interesting. Dozens of emergency vehicles passed by on the breakdown down lane and using the central median. In the mayhem, a fire engine suffered a broken axel and was left behind. There were, I’m guessing, some 15 rescue rafts being hauled to whatever scene by emergency vehicles. Plenty of ambulances, State Troopers… I hate to image what happened with that…
  • Meanwhile, I passed over some mud from two side by side landslides that had crashed up to Interstate 40 but without leaving dangerous debris – for the seconds I passed by – but then a couple minutes later an emergency alert came over the phone telling people not to use the breakdown lane, as that had to be kept free for emergency vehicles, as a landslide just at that spot just then had totally compromised the highway. We had been moving along with no one in the breakdown lane at all. A highway stopping landslide had taken place, I guess, seconds after I had just passed by.
  • Not long after that – and I just missed seeing this accident by literally a second – I came upon a pickup truck crashed out right in the middle of the interstate. It had slid hard into the concrete barriers, twice, and bounced back onto the highway. Smoke coming from the windows made me think the worst as I ran to them, but the smoke was not smoke at all. It was clouds of deployed air-bag dust. I saw they were alive, though rather stunned, and then collected their front and back bumpers on the highway – as that large debris surely would have caused more accidents – throwing, then, the bumpers into the bed of their truck. Waving traffic away and asking one guy who actually slowed down to call 911, I got their truck off the highway. I told them that their engine was gushing oil and they couldn’t drive any further. One other guy stopped to help. There are good people, but so many hardly slowed down in super dangerous conditions with many people walking on the highway itself. Sad, that.
  • Finally, getting back to the last stretch going through the Nantahala Gorge again…. nope. A landslide had crashed over the highway in the Gorge. That would have happened not long after I had passed through that morning, as there was about a quarter mile of barrels and back-lit information signs and backlit arrow signs and more upright barriers barring access to the Gorge. Those take time to put up. The detour was put on the other side of the mountain chain, in the neighboring county.
  • Finally, finally, getting home… uh oh… my own street was blocked because of the rushing overflowing flood waters of the Town Branch, which is the border of the lot of the rectory. “Town Branch” would better be named “Town Torrent.” But that had receded a bit and I was able to get into the driveway, and then sit for a time with the neighborhood that had gathered on the porch of the next door neighbor’s house.

The best road I was on yesterday was the road to heaven, what with going to Confession and all. Jesus is the Way, the Only Way. And the priestly conversation after was spectacular. And “Days Off” are always an adventure.

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The crushing weight of Fatima is upon me, and I rejoice in our Lady of the Rosary

Early-mid July, 1976, at sixteen years of age, as a Cadet of Our Lady of Fatima, I made a lifelong confession of all my sins to Fr Robert Fox in a small side-sacristy of a chapel in Domus Pacis, right across from the Basilica. In receiving the absolution, I was so radiantly full of joy that I remember many people remarking about that radiance, on the street, and by my fellow cadets, and by the religious brothers chaperoning the trip. I had to ask what it was that they were saying, and one religious brother said, “You’ve obviously been to confession.” I was stunned. He nailed it. Then he told another boy, who was a bit sullen, that he had to go to confession. He nailed that too.

It was the same experience I had had at my first confession in the 1960s, wherein all the kids were pointing at me coming out of the confessional, and I was oblivious as to the reason. Bewildered, I asked a fellow young penitent what it was that they were pointing at, and I was told it was my face, radiant, and the joy, the joy.

And then it was 12 July, 1976, the cadets were chasing off to the Cova d’Iria. It was night, the vigil of the apparition of July 13, 1917. I remember walking through the tent city on the Domus Pacis side of the Basilica, in vivid detail. Soon, we were on the piazza where the Cova d’Iria was located and then the towering pillar of the Sacred Heart of Jesus (both of which have now been moved).

Father Fox manhandled some of us toward the litter being carried by some 12 men dressed in their customary ways of centuries gone by. On top of the litter was the statue of the Cova itself, Our Lady of Fatima. This was the candlelight Rosary procession with a record 2.2 million people present, all with candles, all singing and praying their hearts out. In the modern video below there are barricades and such and neat lines of people. No. Back in the day it was total mayhem, the crushing of the crowds.

I was suddenly dragged up to take the place of one of the men carrying the litter all whilst the litter kept moving. When it came time to change again they looked at my face and asked if I would like to continue carrying our Lady. “YEEEEEEEEESSSSSS PLEEEEEEEESE!!!” So, I continued carrying our Lady right to the Cova. I am all smiles until this very day. :-)

And then I wrote this post: Traditionis custodes Article one: rejecting faith so as to celebrate ourselves. Hell…

And then Aussie mum made this comment about that specific post and the heart of Our Lady of Fatima:

  • “Father, as happens quite often and whether you realise it or not, your posts bring facets of Fatima to mind – connecting with it in some way and helping to open it up – but this post, “Traditionis custodes Article one: rejecting faith so as to celebrate ourselves. Hell …”, I think, goes right to the very heart of why Our Lady came to Fatima. July 13th 1917 when Our Lady showed Hell to the children, she spoke of an attack on the Catholic faith that would be global and almost wipe it from the face of the earth when she said: “In Portugal the Dogma of the Faith will always be preserved”. The phrase “Dogma of the Faith” I supposed to be a way of summing up all the truths of our holy Catholic religion, at the centre of which is the Blessed Eucharist – the Holy Sacrifice of the Mass – “the source and summit of the Christian life (CCC1324)”. But by what action could all this be overthrown or nearly so? Then your post above in which you point out: “To equate rubrics and faith is an attack on the faith, delegitimizing all faith from time immemorial until this very day.” That sentence jumped out at me! The enormity of Traditionis custodes is paralysing, or would be if not for the comforting words of Our Lady of Fatima: “In the end, my Immaculate Heart will triumph”.

With that post about Traditionis custodes in mind, lets see what 13 July 1917 is all about. This is the presentation of EWTN:


As the July date approached Lucia continued to be troubled by the words of her pastor that the devil might be behind the apparitions. Finally, she confided to Jacinta that she intended not to go. When the day finally dawned, however, her fears and anxieties disappeared, so that the noon hour found her in the Cova with Jacinta and Francisco, awaiting the arrival of the beautiful Lady.

The apparition of July 13th would prove to be in many ways the most controversial aspect of the message of Fátima, providing a secret in three parts which the children guarded zealously. The first two parts, the vision of hell and the prophecy of the future role of Russia and how to prevent it, would not be revealed until Sr. Lucia wrote them down in her third memoir, at the request of the bishop, in 1941. The third part, usually called the Third Secret, was only later communicated to the bishop, who sent it unread to Pope Pius XII.

A few moments after arriving at the Cova da Iria, near the holmoak, where a large number of people were praying the Rosary, we saw the flash of light once more, and a moment later Our Lady appeared on the holmoak.

“Lucia,” Jacinta said, “speak. Our Lady is talking to you.”

“Yes?” said Lucia. She spoke humbly, asking pardon for her doubts with every gesture, and to the Lady: “What do you want of me?”

I want you to come back here on the thirteenth of next month. Continue to say the Rosary every day in honor of Our Lady of the Rosary, to obtain the peace of the world and the end of the war, because only she can obtain it.

“Yes, yes.”

“I would like to ask who you are, and if you will do a miracle so that everyone will know for certain that you have appeared to us.”

You must come here every month, and in October I will tell you who I am and what I want. I will then perform a miracle so that all may believe.

Thus assured, Lucia began to place before the Lady the petitions for help that so many had entrusted to her. The Lady said gently that she would cure some, but others she would not cure.

“And the crippled son of Maria da Capelinha?”

No, neither of his infirmity nor of his poverty would he be cured, and he must be certain to say the Rosary with his family every day.

Another case recommended by Lucia to the Lady’s assistance was a sick woman from Atougia who asked to be taken to heaven.

Tell her not to be in a hurry. Tell her I know very well when I shall come to fetch her.

Make sacrifices for sinners, and say often, especially while making a sacrifice: O Jesus, this is for love of Thee, for the conversion of sinners, and in reparation for offences committed against the Immaculate Heart of Mary.

[First Part of the Secret – The Vision of Hell]

As Our Lady spoke these words she opened her hands once more, as had during the two previous months. The rays of light seemed to penetrate the earth, and we saw as it were a sea of fire. Plunged in this fire were demons and souls in human form, like transparent burning embers, all blackened or burnished bronze, floating about in the conflagration, now raised into the air by the flames that issued from within themselves together with great clouds of smoke, now following back on every side like sparks in huge fires, without weight or equilibrium, amid shrieks and groans of pain and despair, which horrified us and made us tremble with fear. (it must have been this sight which caused me to cry out, as people say they heard me do). The demons could be distinguished by their terrifying and repellent likeness to frightful and unknown animals, black and transparent like burning coals. terrified and as if to plead for succor, we looked up at Our Lady, who said to us, so kindly and so sadly:

[Second Part of the Secret]

You have seen hell, where the souls of poor sinners go. It is to save them that God wants to establish in the world devotion to my Immaculate Heart. If you do what I tell you, many souls will be saved, and there will be peace.

This war will end, but if men do not refrain from offending God, another and more terrible war will begin during the pontificate of Pius XI. When you see a night that is lit by a strange and unknown light [this occurred on January 28, 1938], you will know it is the sign God gives you that He is about to punish the world with war and with hunger, and by the persecution of the Church and the Holy Father.

To prevent this, I shall come to the world to ask that Russia be consecrated to my Immaculate Heart, and I shall ask that on the First Saturday of every month Communions of reparation be made in atonement for the sins-of the world. If my wishes are fulfilled, Russia will be converted and there will be peace; if not, then Russia will spread her errors throughout the world, bringing new wars and persecution of the Church; the good will be martyred and the Holy Father will have much to suffer; certain nations will be annihilated. But in the end my Immaculate Heart will triumph. The Holy Father will consecrate Russia to me, and she will be converted, and the world will enjoy a period of peace. In Portugal the faith will always be preserved…

[Third Part of the Secret – Congregation for Doctrine of the Faith, “The Message of Fátima”]

{After the two parts which I have already explained, at the left of Our Lady and a little above, we saw an Angel with a flaming sword in his left hand; flashing, it gave out flames that looked as though they would set the world on fire; but they died out in contact with the splendor that Our Lady radiated towards him from her right hand: pointing to the earth with his right hand, the Angel cried out in a loud voice: ‘Penance, Penance, Penance!’.

And we saw in an immense light that is God: ‘something similar to how people appear in a mirror when they pass in front of it’ a Bishop dressed in white; ‘we had the impression that it was the Holy Father’. Other Bishops, Priests, men and women Religious going up a steep mountain, at the top of which there was a big Cross of rough-hewn trunks as of a cork-tree with the bark; before reaching there the Holy Father passed through a big city half in ruins and half trembling with halting step, afflicted with pain and sorrow, he prayed for the souls of the corpses he met on his way; having reached the top of the mountain, on his knees at the foot of the big Cross, he was killed by a group of soldiers who fired bullets and arrows at him, and in the same way there died one after another the other Bishops, Priests, men and women Religious, and various lay people of different ranks and positions. Beneath the two arms of the Cross there were two Angels each with a crystal aspersorium in his hand, in which they gathered up the blood of the Martyrs and with it sprinkled the souls that were making their way to God.}

Remember, you must not tell this to anyone except Francisco.

When you pray the Rosary, say after each mystery: O my Jesus, forgive us, save us from the fire of hell. Lead all souls to heaven, especially those who are most in need.

“Is there anything more that you want of me?”

No, I do not want anything more of you today.

Then as before Our Lady began to ascend towards the east, until she finally disappeared in the immense darkness of the firmament.

The possession of the Secret proved to be very great trial for the three young ones. Family, neighbors, followers of the apparitions, even the clergy, tried unsuccessfully to get them to reveal it. Finally, as the day of the August apparition approached even the civil government, which was secular and virulently anti-clerical, alarmed by the numbers of people taking an interest in the Fátima events, attempted to wrest it from them and in the process expose the Church as a collaborator in a fraud.


So, let’s see: Traditionis custodes Article one: rejecting faith so as to celebrate ourselves. Hell… And then go back to Aussie mum’s words above. Yikes!

Go to Confession, regularly. I do. I am nothing. Jesus is everything.

Penance, Penance, Penance!

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For St John Vianney it’s all about Jesus: did you notice that today it’s not about Jesus?

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Saint John Marie Vianney is the patron saint of priests. As far as I know – and I’ve been putting this challenge out for my entire life – he is the only priest to be canonized as a simple parish priest, not a martyr, not a founder of a religious order that he then joined, not a bishop, not a missionary, just a simple parish priest.

Being a parish priest puts one right in the middle of the ever present tiny group of entitled parishioners who are at the ready to be sycophants to insecure bishops who are looking for accolades from them. It’s the parish priest who is smacked down from both sides. And somehow that’s fitting, you know, to be like Jesus who had the crowds shrieking “Crucify Him!” and the chief priests playing their puppets. This is enough to make any faithful priest into a saint. We have Saint John Vianney as our shining star, and he’s enough for us in the General Roman Calendar, because we now have one day a year when we can humbly thank the Lord for making us His priests.

But this needs humility. The first job of a priest is get his hell out of the way of the One High Priest, Christ Jesus, King of kings, Lord of lords, Prince of the Most Profound Peace. He does this by going to Confession. Priests have been passing through my parish in these two days. I’ve taken advantage and have gone to Confession two days in a row! Father John Harden said that, all things being equal, there is an infallible increase in sanctifying grace with a well-received absolution. Thanks be to God. When a priest gets his own hell out of the way, it is the priesthood of Christ Jesus who shines through such a weak human being. Glory be to God. It is truly stunning to witness.

But I know of about no bishops, especially the bishop of Rome, for whom being a Catholic priest is to be all about Jesus. There are some, but… it’s politically incorrect, embarrassing for them to insist that Jesus is the One, the only One, you know, to quote Traditionis custodes, “l’Unico.”

Instead, it is the sacrament of Confession – for which Saint John Vianney was rightly dedicated – which is mocked by the encouragement of fake, unrepentant Confessions such as find with “accompaniment” of Amoris laetitia, by the encouragement of homosexualist impurity, the denigration of our bodies which are to instead be temples of the Holy Spirit. This means no humility, no reverence before Christ Jesus, seeing no purpose in the priesthood.

It means that it’s not about Jesus, but rather ourselves, only, as if each one is the only one, you know, to cite Traditionis custodes, “l’unico.”

This self-entitlement of so many bishops and priests is sickening. Enough is Enough, as is now being proclaimed.

Hey! I have an idea for our bishops and priests that will turn all of this around, you know, all things being equal, infallibly:

  • Go to Confession! Frequently, regularly, with honesty, with new found integrity, so humbly thankful, then, for Jesus having gotten our own hell out of the way, that His priesthood can shine through us.

Oh, and that picture up top? That’s the chapel in honor of Saint John the Baptist that Saint John Vianney constructed on the one side of his parish church. Saint John the Baptist is one of my confirmation names. Thanks for that as well, dearest Curé.

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The penance for my sacramental confession was…

“For your penance spend a few minutes before the Blessed Sacrament thinking about these things,” said my confessor.

I had accused myself of perhaps not excluding judgment of motives of those exteriorly presenting untoward speech and/or actions.

“The same tongue of judgment is the same which pronounces the Consecrations at Holy Mass,” he had said.

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Pope=Papa=Petri Apostoli Potestatem Accipiens. Seen at Faith Formation.

“The one receiving the power of the Apostle Peter.” Well, if that is the Bishop of Rome, who is the legitimate Successor of Peter, that’s true. But the “Power of Keys” – to bind and loose – say, by not absolving or instead absolving sin in the Confessional, is normally going to be delegated to bishops and then to priests, but that reception of the Power of Keys does not make bishops and priests into the Pope. But that’s not actually being said in chalk in the picture of one of our Faith Formation rooms is it? No. The Latin saying refers generally to the power of the Apostle Peter, who also has immediate and personal jurisdiction over ever place and person in the One Holy Catholic (universal) and Apostolic Church founded by Jesus on the very person of Peter. And that’s made clear through a partial explanation in Spanish. And I’m sure all this came up in the class room of the littlies of the parish. I think I have the best parish in the world.

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I’m happy babies were murdered for “vaccines” as they can’t talk back.

An “icon of orthodoxy”, a priest held up as a savior of the Catholic Church in America, once rationalized to me the “abortion pill” that he directed to be dispensed by Catholic medical institutions in his diocese. This priest overseeing the murder of children said that these just conceived babies are so small that no one will know and so who cares anyway? Yep.

This is the same rationalization that people use in getting the “vaccines” for Covid: the babies murdered for research, development and testing are helpless to complain because, you know, they were murdered a while back, so it’s over.

I’ll tell you this: those murdered kids will be fully adult and standing next to Jesus at the judgment, and will accuse those who thought that murdering the image of God was a good thing. Such people weren’t counting on the fact of eternity, of heaven or hell, on being judged by the very ones whom they murdered.

Go to Confession!

  • “Father George, you don’t understand! Pope Francis got the vaccine and wants everyone to get the vaccine and has directed his pro-abort comrades to rationalize getting the vaccine! You’re wrong, Father George! Abortion is a virtue! Killing children is how we get to heaven! It is the very worship of God!”

Jesus said that there will come a time when those who murder us will consider this persecution an act of worship. Just because Pope Francis in a non-infallible manner encourages people to get abortion-wrought “vaccines” doesn’t mean that it is good. You’ll remember that Pope Francis promotes the idol worship of Pachamama to which demonic idol people are sacrificed. Does that mean that idol worship of demons is good. No, it doesn’t. Don’t think that Jesus will accept any such excuse at the judgment: “The devil made me do it!” No, you chose to murder.

Go to Confession!

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I got the “vaccine”: Can I be forgiven?

The so called vaccines use babies for research, development and testing. It is a mortal sin to get such “vaccines.” There are those who agree with that analysis, but only for those who first purposed the murder of babies for this end, saying that those who follow later, who benefit very directly, who receive the vaccines, are guilty of a lesser sin. But that’s like saying that a murder that was calculated for a couple of years is less of a sin than a murder calculated for fifty years. Both are gravely sinful. Both will get you into hell. Maybe one hell is deeper than another, but it is all hell. Is that where both the perps and rationalizers want to go, congratulating themselves on being ever so arrogantly clever with such sophistication in their political correctness… for all eternity?

One who chooses to benefit from such murder is also guilty. Rationalizations don’t work:

  • I had to do it to keep my job.
    • So, you want to go to hell for all eternity? Go then.
  • I had to do it to protect others, like granny.
    • If you murdered the baby in front of granny I bet she would rather die than you murder that baby and then go to hell yourself. Getting a “case” of Covid does not at all mean that death by Covid follows. Not. At. All.
  • I had to do it to protect myself.
    • You are only preparing an eternity of hell your yourself. Is it worth it?

All rationalizations are cheap cynicism, shaking one’s fist at God. That rationalization is used for all other sins, and I bet you it has been used by such people all their lives. They let their consciences be destroyed. They are entrenching for a lifetime of rationalizing. Such cynicism, rejoicing in the “power” one has to murder helpless babies, is raging hatred against God and neighbor, all while congratulating oneself as being “nice.”

It seems to me that I have seen the fire of Satan – for the briefest nanosecond – in the eyes of those who defend their decision to go ahead and get the “vaccine:” “Kill the babies! I have power!”

How to repent of getting the “vaccine”:

  • Repent of having done this, making an act of contrition, at least an imperfect act of contrition, fearing the loss of heaven and the pains of hell.
  • Make a firm purpose of amendment, so that one is promising to God not to get any such “vaccines” in future, no booster shots, no supplemental shots.
  • Go to Confession! Do your penance.
  • Rejoice that our Lord is good and kind even to such a murderous lot as ourselves, and rededicate yourself to bringing others to Jesus.

By the way, if you haven’t gotten the vaccine and are planning to get it while planning to go to Confession afterward, know that this is a presumption against the Holy Spirit who was sent amongst us for the forgiveness of sins. It is a sin to say that we can go ahead and sin expecting that God doesn’t care about sin. God knows all about such sin. So does the Immaculate Virgin Mother of God. Don’t do it.

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No vaccine passport? Church segregation. No Confession. Pregnant mom trespassed for unmasked Communion

So, with Holy Communion still on her tongue, the pastor of the Catholic parish had the police harass a pregnant mom with a one-year-old baby in her arms, threatening to handcuff her. She was trespassed for not having worn a mask. In that state it’s not against the law not to wear a mask. It’s the policy of that pastor. The police enforce the policy under trespassing laws. I’m not going to fault the police on this. The pastor chose that time. Wow.

In that video, you’ll also see how another parish is segregating parishioners according to some sort of Covid-Vaccine Passports or whatever verification of reception of a vaccine. Even with the relaxed rules of HIPAA regarding Covid-19, I’m guessing it’s a violation of HIPAA to force people to self-report their status in a public forum. Of course, the answer is that attendance at a religious event is voluntary. Good answer for HIPAA. But this should not be for the church.

There’s also demonstrably verifiable news of a pastor of a parish forbidding anyone to approach the Sacrament of Confession if they have not submitted to the Covid-Vaccine.

This is not right on a number of levels, first of all because getting a vaccine whose development and/or testing has depended on the murder of children is not to be a gateway for someone to be forgiven of sin. A sin used as a gateway to be forgiven of sin? Forbidding Confession can have eternal ramifications for either going to heaven or hell. What’s this priest doing with this bullying?

All of this happened in just the last few days. Guaranteed there will be much more of this and in a church near you.

And then it will come about that any priest not presenting such anti-Christ activities will be removed from the priesthood. Guaranteed.

“If they do this when the wood is green, what will they do when it is dry?”

UPDATE: the priest got vaccinated and so he’s offering face to face in the sanctuary for non-vaxers while vaxers can go privately. Which still makes no sense. There’s a shaming aspect to this. At any rate, I can’t see how it is that he’s not suspended for having forbade Confession for non-vaxers.

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Day Off: Confession. Way too much fun.

In these days of idiot political lockdowns trying to scare good Americans it’s important to get out in nature, do up some wholesome recreation, see friends, go to Confession. Find a way to do these things if you can. Make a concerted effort. Get friends to help you if need be. Friends are always good to be friends with. :-)

The other day brought yours truly all over North Carolina, with a very late start to the day because of black ice in this furthest-west mountainous part of the state. There were four stops to be made. The first was logistic, the second provided a “flower for the Immaculate Conception” (more on that later), the third was for Confession (thank you, Jesus!), the fourth was… (more on that below).

Meanwhile, outside of the “four lane” as the locals call the interstate system, Sassy the Subaru bounced the curves of over 100 miles of extreme mountain roads. The steering wheel often went fully 90゚or 180゚and more in one direction and instantly in the other, back and forth, making the car actually bounce the suspension. Waaay tooo much fun for this priest. Thank you, Jesus!

Back to the fourth stop. I had been invited to use a private range during the last moments of daylight. I was hoping I would be able to do that as I had a new magazine of a type never used in my Glock previously. I really had to put out some rounds out in order to trust its mechanics and to see what would happen to any would-be flip. Because there is no ammo to be had which isn’t four weeks out and four times the price, target practice is pretty much otherwise out of the question. But this was necessary.

Result: I totally couldn’t believe it. I’ve been beating myself up in this time of Wuhan idiocy, thinking that surely I’m not a natural at gunslingery and therefore the fundamentals and the accuracy and speed would have degraded somewhat with little to no practice. But his wasn’t the case at all. Not. At. All.

Single shots from a locked holster 25 feet out were under time and dead-on for the pre-2001 Federal Air Marshal course (and using a much smaller target). I only did a few of these as there was obviously no need to do more. Great! Best I’ve ever shot, especially cold barrel. Single shots and double taps with the new and weird magazine were also dead on. I emptied that magazine as I had to see if the spring would work the whole way though. All good. That put a smile on my face. That kind of experience to be had a myriad wholesome ways is important. Think of some and do them up in what ways you can.

There was no time for pictures. Just time for the Angelus, and then racing the roads. So, the top pic is from years ago, two overlapping Folgers Breakfast Blend plastic tops (depicting a hostage situation). The idea back in the day was to spin around 30 feet out and instantly take the shot, only hitting – ever – the plastic cover in the back representing the head of the perp (to the left in the pic), entirely avoiding the overlapping cover representing the head of the hostage (to the right in the pic). I must have gotten some muscle memory that day. I remember it well, in detail. Something like 450 rounds without missing even once.

The few rounds I put out on the Day Off the other day were a great recreation, getting me out in nature, and the speed and accuracy gave me some confidence. Over confidence would be bad, and there were two traffic events yesterday, right at the start and right at the end, which had me develop some situational awareness, a hoot altogether. I had to laugh out loud at both. More on that… later.

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Sacramental Confession: Covid contact tracing and the Seal of Confession

  • Battleax at door of the church: “What the hell do you want?”
  • Wanting to be anonymous penitent: “Look, I just want to go to Confession.”
  • Battleax at the door of the church: “We will have to take your temperature, and you’ll have to fill out all the paperwork, name, address, phone number, and a detailed listing of all those you have come into contact with especially on an intimate basis.”
  • Wanting to be anonymous penitent: “But that violates my right to privacy.”
  • Battleax at the door of the church: “I see, you’re probably wanting to confess adultery and you don’t want to give up the names of your partner or partners, is that it, you scum of the earth? I’m going to tell your wife. Names! Give me names!”
  • Wanting to be anonymous penitent: [breaking down, crying…] “But I’m sorry. I want Jesus to forgive me. Please.”
  • Battleax at the door of the church: “You’re trespassed from this property. Go to hell.” … “NEXT!”

Yep. Pretty much just that in some places. But not here in Holy Redeemer truly Catholic parish of Andrews, NC. We have a totally appropriate confessional, using a veiled and screened window between two small rooms with a wall between them, floor to ceiling, wall to wall, never the twain shall meet. Totally anonymous. We don’t want names, don’t do contact tracing, no sign-up-lists for coming to church, ever. We don’t spend ten minutes calling out for names and places of visitors to welcome them to the church. No.

You’re always free to come to Confession, to come to Mass, all anonymously. That’s great. We believe that it is Jesus who is the One, the only one. You are members of His little flock, as are we. We’re just happy to have you with us. We’re not going to put you on the spot.

Sunday schedule:

  • 6:00-7:00 AM Adoration and Confessions Holy Redeemer, Andrews.
  • 8:00-8:30 AM Adoration and Confessions Prince of Peace, Robbinsville.
  • 8:30 AM Holy Mass Prince of Peace, Robbinsville.
  • 10:30 AM Confessions Holy Redeemer, Andrews
  • 11:00 AM Holy Mass Holy Redeemer, Andrews.

Blessings upon you all. Be safe.

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Homily: my penance for my Confession

Domine, non sum dignus!

We interpret the Scriptures, words inspired by the Holy Spirit to form us into the Eternal Word now Incarnate, by finally getting over ourselves to see what’s actually happening, and that is Christ Jesus everywhere from Genesis to the Apocalypse laying down our lives with His, for He is the Head of the Body and we are the members. If He lays down His life for us, taking us deadly seriously, He wants us to take Him deadly seriously instead of ourselves, and have our lives laid down with His. It’s one Body of Christ, Jesus the Head of the Body, we the members.

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When Padre Pio met Saint Michael. When Father Byers knew nothing at all.

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Elijah with the flaming fiery sword on Mount Carmel, Israel.

[It’s 2020. This was written now eleven years ago. It was Padre Pio’s feast day the other day, on September 23. /// BTW, today marks 26 years in prison of Fr Gordon MacRae. Hail Mary… St Michael the Archangel… ]

You can read things dozens of times over the years and just not “get it” at all. That’s me. But this year when I read the following letter of Padre Pio, I was mesmerized. I now know a bit more just how much I absolutely don’t know anything about the spiritual life. I have written academically about that of which he speaks, the flaming sword wielded by the angels at the end of Genesis 3. The suffering I went through to accomplish the academic feat on a level of historical philology, involving many, many years of library rat-ness, not REsearch but rather original hard work, agony, really, is nothing at all compared to what Padre Pio understood in an instant by experiencing personally this fiery sword which I have only come to know academically. I am, to date, the only one to have accomplished this academic feat through the centuries, through the millennia. I’m pretty proud of it – and that’s a sin – and I am trying to get over it. It helps to have come to know someone who was alive in my lifetime who experienced precisely, personally, exactly what I described on a merely academic level.

I am vindicated by Padre Pio’s experience. At the same time, on a spiritual level, well, I am thrust to the ground in deep humiliation, for I obviously know nothing of the spiritual life. But at least I know that I know nothing. These days, that’s something. And it’s way more than enough to ask for this great saint’s help. Apologies are given in advance for the inadequacy of [my comments] below. You can see from my Coat of Arms (thanks to Elizdelphi! No words on the banner yet) that I am grateful to have written about the sword of which Padre Pio speaks…

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From the Letters of Saint Pius of Pietrelcina, priest (Epist. I, 1065; 1093-1095)

I will raise my voice and will not stop imploring him

“Out of obedience I am obliged to manifest to you [obviously, his religious superior] what happened to me on the evening of the 5th of this month of August 1918 [Vigil of the Feast of the Transfiguration of Jesus] and all day on the 6th [Feast of the Transfiguration].

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“I am quite unable to convey to you what occurred during this period of utter torment. While I was hearing the boys’ confessions on the evening of the 5th [making them saints!], I was suddenly terrorized by the sight of a celestial person [an angel] who presented himself to my mind’s eye [So, not an apparition, but entirely spiritual. People think angels are all fluffy chiffon pastels and cute. Pio speaks of torment and terror, and this angel is from heaven!]. He had in his hand a sort of weapon [“weapon”] like a very long sharp-pointed steel blade which seemed to emit fire. [This is the sword mentioned in Genesis 3:24. My academic, pedantic translation of this three-fold double-reverse verb is this in context: it is the sword which “turns-into-its-contrary-by-way-of-the-fiery-grace-of-enmity-against-Satan-and-by-way-of-friendship-with-God-whatever-is-presented-to-it.” Thus, if we were to try to grasp at the fruit of the Tree of the Living Ones, the work of this sword, of this grace, wielded by the angels, would turn that, with our assent, into humbly receiving the Fruit of the Tree of the Living Ones, that is, the Eucharist. This is also the sword with which the Carmelites depict Elijah. See their fiery coat of arms below. This is also the sword mentioned by Teresa of Avila. This is pre-eminently the sword of Saint Michael…] At the very instant that I saw all this, I saw that person hurl the weapon into my soul with all his might. [Seeing that such an angel could crush the entire universe if given permission from the Most High, this is saying really a lot…] I cried out with difficulty and felt I was dying. I asked the boys to leave because I felt ill and no longer had the strength to continue. [What an understatement of all time. They must have been scared for him.] This agony lasted uninterruptedly until the morning of the 7th. I cannot tell you how much I suffered during this period of anguish. Even my entrails were torn and ruptured by the weapon, [“weapon”] and nothing was spared. [“nothing” – and here I try to hang on to this and that. And in doing that I am totally lacking in generosity. I’ve done nothing in my life. I’ve not laid down my life as so many have done. Pio is going through his purgatory all at once, 40 some hours for him, and much more than any purgatory: he is bringing souls to heaven by his life becoming an intercession for all of us. What would I do, I who surely have a purgatory lasting until the end of time?]

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Elijah’s fiery sword on the Discalced Carmelite Coat of Arms

“From that day on I have been mortally wounded. [“mortally wounded…” And this is no longer his wound, but that of humanity, with Pio now being in solidarity with Jesus on the Cross even as Jesus is in solidarity with us, loving us while we are yet sinners, drawing all to Himself as He is lifted up on the Cross. And we watch with Him…] I feel in the depths of my soul a wound that is always open and which causes me continual agony. What can I tell you in answer to your questions regarding my crucifixion? My God! What embarrassment and humiliation I suffer by being obliged to explain what you have done to this wretched creature! [For we do nothing to save ourselves. Jesus is our Savior. We come to realize this. We are nothing. He is all. He shows us what He has saved us from, and not just us, me, but we see how He has saved all of us as we gain some heightened perspective on the cross.]

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“On the morning of the 20th of last month [two weeks later], in the choir [making the traditional thanksgiving prayers after Mass], after I had celebrated Mass I yielded to a drowsiness similar to a sweet sleep. All the internal and external senses and even the very faculties of my soul were immersed in indescribable stillness. Absolute silence surrounded and invaded me. I was suddenly filled with great peace and abandonment which effaced everything else and caused a lull in the turmoil. All this happened in a flash. While this was taking place I saw before me a mysterious person similar to the one I had seen on the evening of August 5th. [We entertain angels and even the Son of Man and do not know it. How much the angels reflect the Son of Man! And the fiery love of God, issuing from the throne of the Most High, from the Heart of Him who loves us so much, is just that fierce on that sword which transforms us utterly in God’s love.] The only difference was that his hands and feet and side were dripping blood. This sight terrified me and what I felt at that moment is indescribable. I thought I should die and really should have died if the Lord had not intervened and strengthened my heart which was about to burst out of my chest. [We are utterly weak. It is all Jesus.] The vision disappeared and I became aware that my hands, feet and side were dripping blood. Imagine the agony I experienced and continue to experience almost every day. [He speaks also and especially of his embarrassment, for he, as all of us from Adam until the last man is conceived, caused those wounds in our Lord. How is it that he, Pio, or any of us could share such wounds of love for all those Jesus has redeemed and wills to save?] The heart wound bleeds continually, especially from Thursday evening until Saturday.

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Padre Pio reprimanding the Bishop about the Seal of Confession.

“Dear Father, I am dying of pain because of the wounds and the resulting embarrassment I feel deep in my soul. I am afraid I shall bleed to death if the Lord does not hear my heartfelt supplication to relieve me of this condition. Will Jesus, who is so good, grant me this grace? Will he at least free me from the embarrassment caused by these outward signs? [The embarrassment, mind you, is more than enough to end his life on this earth.] I will raise my voice and will not stop imploring him until in his mercy he takes away, not the wound or the pain, which is impossible since I wish to be inebriated with pain, but these outward signs which cause me such embarrassment and unbearable humiliation. The person of whom I spoke in a previous letter is none other than the one I mentioned having seen on August 5th. He continues his work incessantly, causing me extreme spiritual agony. There is a continual rumbling within me like the gushing of blood. [This Hebrew description of this sword in Genesis 3:24 (which I think I am the very first to translate pedantically, as it really is just that difficult), the sword which the angel is mashing around inside Pio is variously and wrongly translated as the twirling sword, the sword which moves about this way and that, etc., is, instead, again, “the sword which causes that which is presented to it to be transformed into its contrary.” Again, we are not to grasp arrogantly for the Fruit from the Tree of the Living Ones, though we can humbly receive its Fruit (the Eucharist from the Cross).] My God! Your punishment is just and your judgment right, but grant me your mercy. Lord, with your Prophet I shall continue to repeat: O Lord, do not rebuke me in your anger; do not punish me in your rage! Dear Father, now that my whole interior state is known to you, do not refuse to send me a word of comfort in the midst of such severe and harsh suffering.” [If it were I who had to respond to such a religious superior, knowing I know nothing, but despite that, I would say that in our very reception of mercy we must show mercy to the rest of the members of the Body of Christ, those whom Jesus has redeemed and wills to save. Our suffering is occasioned by the lack of others, lack of faith, etc., but it is not their cross we carry, but instead we come to know what we would be like if we ourselves were to be without the grace of our Lord and therefore our own lack of faith, etc…. and our remaining in friendship by the grace of God in such horrific circumstances acts as an intercession for those who are truly without faith, etc. This is drawing all to Christ on the cross in solidarity with Jesus, who does this by His grace. He, the Head of the Body does this, but we are members of that Body and we are with Him. Jesus said that He would draw all to Himself when He is lifted up (on the Cross). If we only knew! If we only knew! Now Pio had his eyes opened, his soul torn open, his hands and feet and heart torn open. But it’s all Jesus. Jesus’ love taking on our lack. Embarrassing to us? Yes. And we run away. Pio couldn’t run any more. The angel presented himself, and, fiercely raising his weapon of God’s love… I know nothing. Saint Pio: help this donkey-priest to come to know Jesus! Help all of us priests! Help all whom Jesus wants to transform in His love!]

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Homily: The big sin Jesus might forgive us: offending His Mother by killing Jesus

I had to quit quite abruptly as all this was getting me choked up…

This is an instruction about forgiving others when everything in us is screaming out: “Vengeance is mine, not God’s!”

I give a couple of examples in my own life to demonstrate how it is that we can forgive. I had to learn. It took years. I had really been smashed down.

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There’s “I’m watching you…” and then there’s “I’m watching you…” LOL?

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There’s a local thug and buffoon who’s been aggressively doing up the fingers in the eye thing to me on various and sundry occasions so as to say, I guess, that he’s watching me. Sometimes people get upset just because you don’t fall into line with their train-wreck-lives, frustrated that there is someone who won’t conform to their idiocy. That tells me that there a lot of people who do bow down to any bully who happens along. Kinda creepy, that, all of that. But it also makes me laugh out loud.

Situational awareness is all about assessing situations with a view to deescalation and avoiding trouble if possible. With this kind of silliness, you just let people hang themselves (that’s a trope, by the way), and they do just that, being too self-confident, too powerful in their own eyes, way too narcissistic. Give it time and it takes care of itself.

What I find humorous is the realization that there really are people who are unaware that angels guardian see all, that God sees all. I mean, I tried to be this way in decades gone by. I mean, there were youthful days of idiocy in my life whereby there was even a Sunday or two that I didn’t go to church, to my everlasting regret. I failed in escaping God and my angel guardian. God, who sees all, with the angels, impressed upon me His presence, and brought me quite forcefully by His grace to go to Confession.

While it is sad to see those who are still oblivious in their lives, I see their weak-nothing-aggression as failing before God’s grace. I have hope that they will come around. I laugh previous to any conversion in the hope that they will also take up God’s prompting to turn their lives around. Surely they will laugh at their own antics in time to come. I don’t laugh AT such people. I laugh WITH such people. They just don’t know it, yet.

Meanwhile, it is, in fact, the Lord Himself, who, seeing all, will come to judge the living and the dead and world by fire. The Lord is, to be sure, deadly serious:

  • “The Lord laughs them to scorn” (Wisdom 4:18). Yikes!

Pick up your Catholic Bible and look up that oft-neglected passage, taking note of the context. You will find out that, for the Lord, this is no laughing matter. Not at all.

Being situationally aware that God sees all, that our angels guardian see all, brings situational awareness in general to an entirely different level. I recommend it.

Conclusion? Go to Confession!

 

 

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Amputated Spirit has no prosthetic

Language! But know this, my mom made me go see this film right after it came out, after dad died and not long before she died.

She never said why, but I’m sure it’s about this speech on integrity. She didn’t want me to ever have an amputated spirit, “because there’s no prosthetic for that.”

I’ve been writing about freedom and μολὼν λαβέ recently. I’ve been seeing way too many amputated spirits, good people, but they’ve drunk the Kool-Aid: “They’re taking our freedoms! Boo hoo!” Never say that! Enough of that! Where’s all the brainwashing coming from? Say: μολὼν λαβέ! And never give up.

We can’t rest on our laurels. Things are changing too fast. Instead of bragging, our hero in the clip above confesses that he never made the best choice. Confession. There’s integrity in that.

There’s no one who enjoys freedom more with integrity than the one who humbly recognizes that he’s been enslaved to a too high opinion of himself.

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Saint Joseph, Baby Jesus, 9th Station of the Cross, Confessional, Adoration

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Seen from the Confessional seconds after entering to hear Confessions during early Sunday Adoration (6:00-7:00 AM) at Holy Redeemer Church in Andrews, NC. Between the stained glass windows we have pictures of the Stations of the Cross (which fit in our tiny church building). You’ll see Saint Joseph and baby Jesus being reflected in the 9th Station. That statue is up in the sanctuary of the church near the tabernacle. I guess this is my situational awareness coming into play. :-)

The 9th Station is Jesus falling under the weight of the cross for the third time. We put that burden on Jesus. Did we also trip Him up so that the cross would smash down upon Him on His way to Calvary for us? Did we do that? Yes, each one of us.

Here’s Station 9 on Mount Carmel, Israel, acid-damaged by vandals:

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In the reflection of Station 9 in the picture up top, baby Jesus has a face. Later, in Station 9 on Mount Carmel, Jesus’ face was removed… by our sin. His appearance was not that of a man…

We recall Saint Therese of Lisieux who took the religious name Therese of the Child Jesus and of the Holy Face…

At the judgment, I imagine that Saint Joseph will be with Jesus, and it is Saint Joseph who will ask us about Jesus falling the third time, about where the weight of that cross came from, and whether we had tripped Jesus.

Confession does wonders for the soul!

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“All whites” guilty of police brutality of “blacks”? “All whites” must apologize to “blacks”?

A reader sent in the following comment on a previous post, but it is highlighted here for greater visibility. [[My preliminary comments.]]:

  • “Father, I’ve heard several Catholic radio show hosts and journalists talk about “collective guilt” as if it is a Catholic teaching. [[I’m happy not to listen to or read such things! And I would guess some rather important personages have pushed this in whatever way… right?]]  One person went so far as to say that “whites” should go to confession and confess their participation in white supremacy! I let fly a couple of “cazzos” myself when I read that. [[That demand is pretty much demonic. That’s what hell would be like. Sorry, but to follow suit, that kind of F***ery has to stop, and stop now.]] How abhorrent & divisive that comment is. [[Yes.]] Is this a thing? [[Sure hope NOT!]] If it is, then should Jewish people ask for forgiveness for the crucifixion of Jesus? [[Yes, they should, like each person who has ever existed, for we, all of us, together, will gaze upon Him whom we have all pierced through with original sin and whatever rubbish sin of our own. No one is exempt.]] Should all priests get down on their knees because of the sexual abuse scandals? [[In reparation for the sins of others if not their own, yes, of course, but not because as a category of people they are automatically guilty.]] Should every Church leader beg for forgiveness because some moved these predators from parish to parish? [[Those who have not done this can express their regret, which is different from saying they were personally guilty of such stupidity.]] I don’t believe so (well, maybe except for the last one…where’s the McCarrick report??). [[I would surely like to know who knew what when and why it is that we haven’t heard a thing… and the whole China thing…]] Can you discuss in detail in your next posting?”

So, some more general comments of my own:

  • Back in my seminary days, in moral theology class, or “pastoral theology” class [whatever that is… still haven’t figured that out…], it was common to hear statements always ambiguous, non-sensical in nature (error never makes sense), about societal sin, or collective guilt as it is now being called, I guess. I didn’t understand it then. I don’t understand it now. Not on this level. No one is forced to sin because “everyone is doing it” or “I’ll be thrown in the ovens if I don’t throw others in the ovens.” You can always chose to do what is right, and go to heaven.
  • Meanwhile, original sin, the just consequences of which chosen with the sin are suffered by all, throws upon us a collective guilt, not in the sense of a personal sin as if we were directly identified with Adam himself in his personal choice which affected all of us, but in the effects of not being able to correctly appreciate God and love Him as we ought and therefore guilty of sin in not loving God as we ought. But original sin, irony of ironies, is rejected outright by the same people that promote collective guilt for the actions of an individual who we never even heard about before.
  • In the midst of the collective guilt of all for the offenses dreamed up by those who are narcissistically entitled to accuse, the same people promoting that nonsense hold themselves to have been immaculately conceived and are still absolutely sinless, everyone except, of course, the Immaculate Conception herself, Jesus’ good mom. No, really.
  • Saint John Paul II did apologize as the Vicar of Christ on earth for sins against the Jews that were wrought by whomsoever, taking such guilt on himself, even though he was never ever anti-Jewish and was not at all in solidarity with those were truly guilty. Many were quite upset with him because of doing this as the Pope. He went on to explain that it is only right for Jesus’ own vicar to do this not because he is guilty, but because he is not. He held himself to be guilty because he was in solidarity with Jesus being in solidarity with us. A bit convoluted, you say? Let’s take a look:
  • God so loved the world that He sent His only Son to take our place, the Innocent for the guilty, to take on the justice we deserved – death – for the worst we could give out: death. Death is the just comeuppance of sin, of a creature shaking his fist at his Creator. In standing in our place, not only because of Adam’s sin, but for all sins of all individuals, something horrifying and marvelous at the same time takes place.  Imagine yourself going to Confession, confessing any and all sin that mankind can and does commit, but now replace yourself with Christ Jesus, so that He is confessing your sin as if it were His own. Yes. That is what He has done for us, accusing Himself of our sin. And He is given a penance, to be ripped to shreds and crucified, the baptism in blood which He so desired to accomplish for our sake… for… us…
  • But that doesn’t mean that “whites” should apologize to “blacks” for the abuse meted out by one “white” individual over against a “black” individual. No, that’s just stupid political correctness which sets up all the wrong dynamics of bullying and kowtowing, mob rule. Also, talk is cheap. Let’s see – if need be anywhere – training upgraded, etc.
  • What we must uphold is a Constitutional Republic with the rule of law, with any democratically elected officials of whatever party upholding that Constitution and the rule of law.
  • Due process for all is to upheld. If not, we descend into entitlement to lie for the money or “power” over others that accusation equated with automatic guilt brings in its wake.

Finally, stare at that drawing above. Gaze upon Him whom we have all pierced (see Revelation 1:7) even as He took upon the collective guilt of us all. Tears come to my eyes. I am reminded of the words of a Psalm: “To You all flesh will come with its burden of sin.”

It may be that someone or other will mock me or even commit some sort of violence against me for holding that forgiveness is necessary, saying that I don’t have standing in the matter, or that such is self-serving. I answer by saying that a lack of forgiveness will rot the soul of anyone and everyone. Lack of forgiveness never helps the wronged person, the true victim. Lack of forgiveness only brings hate and violence in its wake, a self-loathing, a self-destruction.

  • Holding out forgiveness doesn’t mean you can tell someone you forgive them, as they might just kill you, saying they have nothing for which to be forgiven.
  • Holding out forgiveness doesn’t mean the other person can ever take this in, but that’s irrelevant to you holding forgiveness out to them, at least spiritually, even unknown to them.
  • Holding out forgiveness doesn’t meant that the crime, the sin wrought wasn’t important and can be dismissed as if it were nothing.
  • Holding out forgiveness is not an invitation for someone to commit the crime or sin again.
  • Holding out forgiveness does an infinite amount of good to the one who holds out the forgiveness… regardless…
  • Holding out forgiveness means that one is freed from just being in reaction to someone else, to the perp criminal sinner. This is soooo beneficial to the person who is the victim. And, if the truth be known, it heaps burning coals on the head of the one who is guilty, frustrating them because they no longer have power over you. Maybe they will come round to Jesus.

A little bit challenging all of that? Sure, as much as staring at that picture above…

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