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Hillbilly heroin in my parish. What to do for evangelization? Ideas?

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There are 8,600 total residents in Graham County. Subtract a thousand or so for the tiny tots, another few thousand for the 1/2 year cabin dwellers paying tax on their properties, another few thousand for those who are clean from drugs altogether, another thousand or so who have legitimate paliative needs, leaving us with, say, 4,300 or so. How’s my math? Now, divide that into 885,800 opioids prescribed for Graham County last year. That’s prescribed, mind you. The drug industry, besides the meth labs and heroin dealers (we’re behind the times here), is all about people taking prescription meds WITHOUT a prescription, buying the pills on the street, you know, cut with fentanyl, maybe a bit of heroin. Besides the open and protected moonshining (“dry county” laws protect the industry), the economy is all about drugs. We get needles in our church parking lot. Few use needles (its relatively more difficult). The irony is, people come here to get away from the drugs. Some pain relief is legitimate of course, even life saving, necessary. I know that.

If you look up a graph of this kind of drug use, you’ll see it absolutely skyrocketed after 2008, when people fell for the absolute entitlement brainwashing and subsequent depression and low self-esteem. It doesn’t help when a percentage of the backwater churches scream out that everybody is going to hell no matter what because that’s what’s in the Bible. But it’s not. That’s blasphemy. Jesus didn’t die for nothing. Sometimes I think that some “ministers” are simply political operatives who dumb people down and turn them away from religion as if this were their only purpose in life. They’re not political operatives, but, wow, you’d be tempted to think ole George Soros had a mountain retreat here. Oh wait! (I don’t know). It’s just that, I mean, can anyone be that mean and that ignorant of what’s in the Bible? I feel so sorry for them. They are truly sheep without a shepherd. But they are all my parish in a way, right? I’m to want to share with them the greatest love of my life, the Lord Jesus, right?

For years, decades really, I’ve been ruminating about evangelization in just such a place as this. I got a call just the other day which may coincide with this rumination, indeed, with what I see as the great need in this area. Anyway, do you have any ideas? Don’t think that the Legion of Mary hasn’t already bloodied their knuckles knocking on EVERY single door in the county! Jesus is working on people. And they are chomping at the bit wanting to know more. But we have to make it easy for them to learn. To be Catholic in this area is not at all politically correct. Prison ministry is one way. Visiting the sick and shut-ins another. O.K. But… Also, I’ve got swaths of two other counties.

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Violence everywhere? Tell Jesus!

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A reader sent this in from EWTN/CNA:

A priest’s stunning theory on why Juarez is less dangerous now

by Bárbara Bustamante  — Juarez, Mexico, Jan 26, 2017 / 04:59 am

Juarez, located in the state of Chihuahua in northern Mexico, was considered from 2008 to 2010 to be one of the the most dangerous cities in the world, due to drug trafficking violence and the constant struggles for power and territory between the cartels.

However, the city of 1.3 million inhabitants dropped off this list thanks to a significant decrease in the number of homicides: from 3,766 in 2010 to 256 in 2015.

Although this drop can be credited to an improvement in the work of local authorities, for Fr. Patrico Hileman – a priest responsible for establishing Perpetual Adoration chapels in Latin America – there is a much deeper reason: Jesus in the Blessed Sacrament.

“When a parish adores God day and night, the city is transformed,” Fr. Hileman said.

The priest told Radio María Argentina that in 2013 the missionaries opened the first Perpetual Adoration Chapel in Juarez. At that time “40 people a day were dying because two drug gangs were fighting over the city to move drugs into the United States.”

It was the Juarez and Sinaloa cartels, whose former leader Joaquín “el Chapo” Guzmán Loera was recently extradited from Mexico to the United States.

Fr. Hileman recalled that “the parishes were saying that the war wasn’t ending because a group of soldiers were with one gang and the police were with the other one. They were killing people, burning houses down so they would leave, fighting over the city.”

One of the parishes that was “desperate” asked the missionaries to open a Perpetual Adoration chapel because they assured that “only Jesus is going to save us from this, only Jesus can give us security.”

The missionaries only took three days to establish the first Perpetual Adoration chapel in Juarez.

Fr. Hileman told how one day, when the city was under a state of siege, a lady was on her way to the chapel to do her Holy Hour at 3:00 in the morning, when she was intercepted by six soldiers who asked her where she was heading.

When the woman told them that she was going to “the little chapel” the uniformed men asked her what place, because everything was closed at that hour. Then the woman proposed they accompany her to see for themselves.

When they got to the chapel, the soldiers found “six women making the Holy Hour at the 3:00 in the morning,” Fr. Hileman said.

At that moment the lady said to the soldiers: “Do you think you’re protecting us? We’re praying for you 24 hours a day.”

One of the uniformed men fell down holding his weapon,“crying in front of the Blessed Sacrament. The next day at 3:00 in the morning they saw him in civilian clothes doing a Holy Hour, crying oceans of tears,” he said.

Two months after the chapel was opened, the pastor “calls us and says to us: Father, since the chapel was opened there has not been one death in Juarez, it’s been two months since anyone has died.”

“We put up ten little chapels in a year,” Fr. Hileman said.

As if that were not enough, “at that time they were going to close the seminary because there were only eight seminarians and now there are 88. The bishop told me me that these seminarians had participated in the Holy Hours.”

Fr. Hileman pointed out that “that is what Jesus does in a parish” when people understand that “we find security in Christ.”

He also noted that “the greatest miracles occur in the early hours of the morning. “

The early morning “is when you’re most at peace, when you hear God better, your mind, your heart is more tranquil, you’re there alone for God. If you are generous with Jesus, he is a thousand times more generous with you,” Fr. Hileman said.

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My shadow should be the attorney for Joaquin “El Chapo” Guzman

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Note the gunshot wound from the other day on the right arm.

I went to see my “shadow”, as I call him, leaving 7:30 PM Monday and returning today, Wednesday, at 6:00 AM, with Tuesday being my “day off.” The odometer’s “thousands” marker was clicking around. The conversation we had was short and to the point, just 15 minutes tops. I obtained some new methods of contact as the others had been rendered inoperable. Things are easier when using modern methods of communication.

I wanted him to testify against Guzman, but he refused, saying his knowledge was minimal. I tried to say that anything helps, and that Guzman’s a monster, having had 30,000 people killed directly by the Sinaloa Cartel with a total of 100,000 dead in skirmishes. That took him back for a moment, not the facts mind you, but that he had been caught out without having a response. But that came in just a moment:

His was a line which betrays a forced rationalization of having Guzman as a puppet for the U.S.: “But it doesn’t really matter since the Mexican people hold him up to be a kind of folk hero, you know, like Billy the Kid or something.” “Or like Ned Kelly for the Australians,” I said, with him mumbling some other American names.

I said, “It’s not like that at all. This guy butchers people. They’re afraid of him. They cheer him in the streets but would shoot him in the back if they could. He has ears everywhere. They can’t trust anyone because he owns all the authorities. With all that death, it does matter.”

He just repeated his line by which it seems the State Department convinces any oversight that: “Look, there is no worry, as no one complains, because the Mexican people hold Guzman to be a folk hero. It’s O.K.” Again, the “benefit” to these United States for having set up Guzman is that we destabilize a neighboring country just enough where they can’t get any real economy going.

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There’s lots of Spanish Moss where my shadow lives.

My Mexican friends tell me that there are horrific battles going on right now in Mexico as a power grab is taking place what with Guzman in prison. They think that Guzman can’t pay off prison authorities in these USA so that he might run the cartel from there. We’ll see…

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Meanwhile, I’m concerned about the welfare of my shadow. He says that he was hurt recently, showing me his arm. He said he had been burned but it was obvious that it is a gunshot wound, not self-inflicted as the bullet grazed deeply starting from the upper to the inner arm. It’s really quite deep. You can see  how the surrounding skin was exploded and ripped to the lower left, and the jagged exit from the now splayed bullet.

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Joaquin “El Chapo” Guzman, American puppet[?] treated like royalty

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Joaquin “El Chapo” Guzman is in federal lockup, up on the tenth floor of Manhattan’s Metropolitan Correctional Center, second in security only to the ultra-super-max in Colorado. There are more than forty witnesses ready to testify against him. I’d like to add one more name to that list…

From prison, Guzman will continue to head up the world’s largest drug cartel (concentrating on cocaine, heroin and meth), which is, as expected, also by far the most violent. His Sinaloa thugs have killed more than 30,000 people, a third of the more than 100,000 people assassinated in the Mexican drug war. That’s not counting the millions whose lives were destroyed by his drugs right around the world, and millions more for succeeding generations. He is largely responsible for the rampant drug use in these USA, and is indirectly responsible for all the crime and murder and family sorrow related to the presence of drugs. Anyone who has ever helped him now has a debt of honor to work against him…

I would have some questions for our own government about all this, you know, why it seems that he was simply our puppet, someone who would destabilize a neighboring country so that it couldn’t possibly prosper. Remember how he was the hero assisting the U.S. government in the investigation of the assassination of Cardinal Ocampo? Remember how we supplied him weapons? Is he here in the USA because he won’t be able to talk much to the outside world about our partnership with him?

I would have some questions for the Mexican government along these lines, such as why Mexico, which wants to see Guzman convicted and imprisoned about 100,000 times more than these USA… why did they give him up to these USA?

Guzman enjoys 240 square feet of floor space. Multiply that by air space up to the ceiling and that’s 2,400 square feet. That’s one hundred times as much space as American prisoners in, say, the New Hampshire State Prison for Men, where inmates get a total of 24 square feet, that is, a coffin sized bunk two feet high, two feet wide and six feet long. That’s it. These USA treat Guzman like royalty. Why is that?

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Home security, you know, during the transition to make USA great again

img_20170120_091414Here’s something I did today in just sixty seconds. Replace the tiny deadbolt plate screws with long screws because, here’s the deal:

Money, Food Stamps and Welfare Checks might be in short supply for some people who can get a job but wont take a job, that is, until they wrap their minds around getting a job, and that means that home invasions may sharply spike until the entitlement mentality of some is replaced with a perspective emphasizing initiative. Admittedly, it’s difficult for druggies to get jobs because many of them look terribly wasted. The trick is to get them to get some self-esteem. I never thought that worked for anyone ever, unless that self-esteem comes from getting to know that our heavenly Father loved each one of us so much as to send his Son among us to die for us.

img_20170120_091528Meanwhile, there is an exercise in prudence and, quite frankly, deescalation of possible confrontations which takes just a minute. Deescalation is always good. This involves exterior doors to your house / apartment. Take out the tiny screws that come with a dead bolt plate (whose tininess makes it easy to kick in a door), and replace them with, say, 3″ screws, making it really difficult to kick in a door, as the longer screws go beyond the frame of the door and into the supporting structure of the house. Seeing that you’ve done this can put off a potential home-invader altogether. They can see you’ve done your homework.

We just now had another bit of violence in the parish territory, this time down in Marble. The sheriff is calling the scene of violence suspicious. Personally, I doubt if the fellow who died could beat his own brains out with a baseball bat / crowbar. So, just my humble opinion, it wasn’t a suicide. The suspected purveyor of the violence had already, it seems, been in prison for providing extreme and deadly violence to another. Drugs may be involved in the life of the alleged provider of the violence.

Things happen, and they happen quickly, and we should assist in deescalation by taking precautions with that which costs pretty much nothing in time and treasure.

And no, what I say in this post isn’t a microaggression against druggies. Being helpful and doing things that will deescalate situations is always helpful.

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Meth-heads gift my parish a hacked up donkey. Such violence! My response.

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This is what I saw when I drove up to the church parking lot this morning. So, this happened just last night, perhaps very early on January 13.

These chunks of carcass, two back-ends and a back-strap, look like they come from a donkey (in which case I would take great personal offence), but are most likely from a field dressed deer, with the hunter using a chainsaw or ax in order to hack it to pieces. It’s not a pig as pig meat is very light in color. A few things…

  • The pieces of carcass are posed nicely, placed, not simply dumped, which is pretty insane, kind of like someone whose brain is fried by heavy-metal meth.
  • The pieces of carcass were situated in the exact center-center of the lower parking lot even though there is everywhere else (right there) to throw these into the woods or a ditch, so this is also pretty insane, kind of like someone whose brain is fried by heavy-metal meth.
  • I’ve run across this phenomenon before here in Andrews, NC, when we were looking for a rectory. One family seemed to be living in a meth-lab and there was a stench coming from the kitchen. Someone opened the fridge door and the rotten-meat smell went right through the house. Kind of insane, like someone whose brain is fried by heavy-metal meth.
  • The most logical explanation for this insanity is that a local meth lab has started up using our parking lot again at night. This will be the third one. Someone who wanted drugs but had no money was bringing payment in kind, hacking up their donkey (or a deer) for this end. But the meth-lab owner rejected the offering, which was already rotting as happens for meth-heads (see above). It really was pretty rank, with the smell staying in my nostrils for hours and Laudie-dog smelling this on me many hours later. Anyway, when asked what to do with the rejected carcass, the customer was told to place the remains in the parking lot as a gift for the church, thinking that this was a nice gesture on their part – no, really! – hence the pieces being placed nicely and not at all just thrown down or thrown away.

But what do I know? Nothing. And because of that, I was instantly reminded of this horse head scene from the original “Godfather” movie! If you have a weak constitution, don’t watch this 90 second clip, as it’s rather like the picture above…

Perhaps there are some readers who think Laudie-dog would have loved to eat that dead donkey (or deer), but I won’t give it to her, the reason being that I’m quite sure this is all meth-head related, and could be from the meth-lab itself, meaning that the meat is saturated with heavy metals, all very unhealthy. No, it was all tossed away appropriately.

All this brings back questions of evangelization. It’s all for Jesus. This donkey says: It’s all for Jesus.

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