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My God! My God! Why have you freed me? Eastertide special. God’s will for Mary.

“My God! My God! Why have you abandoned me?” Psalm 22; Matthew 27:46; Mark 15:34.

During the Sacred Triduum 2024 I kept hearing interpretations of this psalmistic cry of Jesus on the Cross to His Heavenly Father such that “abandoned” and “forsaken” meant that Jesus’ Heavenly Father hated Jesus. That’s blasphemy. God is love, not hate.

Checking out the Hebrew and Aramaic, the most foundational meaning of this word has to do with being freed, a meaning not contradicted, but again, foundational in sense to the provided Greek translation. Thus:

  • “My God! My God! Why have you freed me?!”

Wait? What?!

Trying to fathom this for some seconds, it struck me very hard in heart and soul, all spiritually, all emotionally, sorry, that this conversation of Jesus on the Cross with our Heavenly Father was not another, but a continuation of the same conversation that Jesus had with our Heavenly Father in the Garden of Gethsemane three times, just some hours previously, in a sweat of blood: “If possible, let this chalice pass from me…” and “Not my will, but thine be done…”

And now, hours later, at The Hour, our Heavenly Father frees Jesus from the obligation of obedience. Jesus is free to choose to come down from the Cross or to remain. Up to this time, Jesus – I’m speaking of the human nature of Jesus in which He had to learn obedience by what He suffered (Hebrews 5:8) – up to this time, Jesus was simply being obedient, and He did learn obedience by what He suffered… but now, freed from the obligation, it was all on Him to redeem us, to save us.

In Psalm 22, of which this cry – My God! My God! … – is the first line, immediately, amidst descriptions of the hellish violence of Calvary, the crucified voice in that psalm speaks of His Mother, who bore Him in her womb, who nursed Him at her breasts, for whom He has such a tender love. She is His first concern, not His own sufferings. Then, on the Cross, on Calvary, Mary is, again, His first concern amidst all the hellish violence. It’s not just that the chief priests are mocking Him, telling Him to come down from the Cross to save Himself and save us, but they are mocking His Mother: Tell Him to come down from the Cross! All the powers of religion and state are telling Him to do this. Why don’t you tell Him. You’re His Mother. He’s going to hell and you are going to hell with Him!

Up to this moment, Jesus was obeying. Now, being freed up, Jesus can stop all this in a moment, coming down from the Cross, or He can stay. But it’s now totally His decision. He must make the decision which will, in effect, cause His Mother to suffer more (short term). The purpose of our Heavenly Father freeing Jesus to choose is to make the loving merits of the human nature of Jesus grow, and the same for Mary, making them more of a team than ever. That lasted for only moments, but it was “enough”, when Jesus would then breathe forth His Spirit.

The only derived sense in which Jesus’ human nature was abandoned was to be freed up for an increase of love, and that is not abandonment at all. Can we, please, read the Scriptures in faith, in the love of God, and perchance notice the great truth of the instigated increase of love before rushing to derived cynicism?

  • “My God! My God! Why have you freed me?!”
  • “For an increase of love for you, my Son, and your dearest dear Mother Mary.”

/// Now, I called this an Eastertide special, looking forward to Pentecost. For this increase of love surely brought about in Mary the same experience of sweating of blood subsequent to a heart attack also breaking the pericardium, from which one can temporarily survive. Jesus died of such a broken Heart within hours on the Cross, though it should have taken Him days to die. Mary survived until Pentecost, but in a terribly weak state, John taking care of her. She had the joy of meeting Jesus, risen. But during this entire Eastertide she was utterly weak, always at the point of death.

And then did die, also of a broken heart, not because she was subject to original sin, but because she was Immaculate, because she was so generous with her love, that special increase of love upon the freeing up of Jesus by our Heavenly Father.

God’s ways are not our ways. My must allow ourselves to be slammed to our knees before these tremendous Mysteries of our Salvation, before Jesus and Mary, before our Heavenly Father and the Holy Spirit. The invitation to the increase of love was provided to John. He said yes. And what about us, this Eastertide, awaiting the fiery Pentecost to come? Are we available for this increase of love?

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Two Hearts as one during the Triduum

Perhaps many will say that I am a heretic in what I’m going to say here, the accusation being that even on Good Friday I can’t stop talking about Immaculate Mary: Can’t you talk about Jesus even on Good Friday, Father George?

So, it’s not that I’m bidding you to discontinue your heart-stopping awe before the wounds that Jesus suffered, the Innocent for the guilty, to have the right in His own justice to have mercy on us, the wounds making the mercy credible, majestic. No. I’m just encouraging you to go to the next step: Be so one with Jesus that you are with Him in His solidarity for His dearest dear Immaculate Mother.

If you are with Jesus you will instantly recognize His concern for His good mama, and you will join Him in this, seeing that those two hearts are but one.

Then, I’ll tell you what, when it comes to the judgment, Jesus will say that He knows you already and He will invite you into heaven, for you have been one with Him in His greatest concern.

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Sacred Heart (seeing the Holy Spirit)

The above Sacred Heart was texted in with the note that this was a painting her father did for her on her birthday. Awesome. Of course, this reminds us ever so appropriately of the fiery Holy Spirit:

Great theological truths being portrayed with the Sacred Heart! Thank you.

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[THAT was prophetic.] Localized Theology Doctorates & homosexualized abuse crisis

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[[ REPOST! Someone drew my attention to this just now. It was published many years ago. It’s more relevant today than when it was written. Worth the read. This has been going on since, say, Bergoglio was in the seminary.]]

Some doctorates about local stuff are good. But – just to say – …

For all the years I was in Rome across many decades – and also here in these USA, fellow students were – pretty much all of them it seemed – were writing their doctoral theses (you fill in the blanks) on ____[TOPIC]___ in ___[LOCAL AREA]___. For instance:

  • Sing-song vocalizations of various words spoken by street people [of a certain race] on a particular street corner in Louisiana depicting continuation in liberation. [That’s for real. The priest who wrote this thesis ended up convicted of abuse of minors. Yep.]

Some were more serious theologically, along the lines of:

  • Whether violence is useful in Liberation Theology applications in Amazonian Region #___[NUMBER]___

Most were outright attacks on the Creed, along the lines of:

  • The non-divine Jesus from below in the experience of the ___[TRIBE]___ peoples

Lots of these dealt with sexual morality, of course, forcing a loss of morality.

  • One, from a priest in Oceania, promoted ethnic cleansing, even violent, as in genocide. He hid it in footnotes, but I spotted it. None of the professors, some quite (in)famous on the defense commission, saw this at the Pontifical Gregorian University in Rome. Surprise, surprise.

I brought that thesis to the attention of his bishop, of the local archbishop, and of a number of dicasteries in the Holy See. The guy was promoted. I’m so naive. But failure is still success if one has done one’s best to do what is right and just. We must never give up. Never. God’s not so interested in our success as He is in our faithfulness to Him.

The content of all this blather doesn’t matter. The point is that the very exercise of writing such a thesis restructures the writer’s beliefs, so that he now has nothing but a Marxist world-view, a dialectic analysis of “the people.”

Did I say that pretty much everyone was doing this?

And now we see this as the constant theme, the pastoral solution of this diocese or that conference of bishops in that ever so special culture in an ever so special place, so special that the Church is irrelevant, Jesus is irrelevant, the truth is irrelevant. It’s experiences and feelings and stuff like, you know, like that stuff.

When people in not so special cultures in not so special places hear of such things, of course they think that they are also so special that the Church and Jesus and the truth is also irrelevant for them, so they can do what they damn well please. And make no mistake, this is always about morals, always about sex.

Does no one believe in Christ Jesus?

These weak people do such damage to peoples right around the world.

If you’re reading this and you’ve done up such a thesis, perhaps you’d like to comment and defend yourself, or, as someone else known to me has done instead, repent of such idiocy and then speak of your new found friendship with Him who is the Living Truth, for all peoples of all times and places and cultures and social conditions, of all tribes and tongues and peoples and nations. Perhaps you would like to speak of looking upon Him who we have all pierced with our sin, He who hangs on the cross for all of us to see.

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It’s all about Him. He’s the One. He’s the only One. Write about Him. Speak about Him. Bring people to Him, to their knees in Confession. Then we’ll live by His love, His Truth, His goodness and kindness, His forgiveness, and yes, then, His mercy founded on… wait for it… His justice.

Otherwise, people run to the lowest common denominator of hell. Sexual deviance. Always.

Peace, my friends.

Update: LifeSite’s interview with Cardinal Sarah, a particularly apropos interjection:

“We tolerate any calling into question. The Catholic doctrine is challenged, and in the name of self-styled intellectual postures, theologians take pleasure in deconstructing dogma and in emptying morals of their profound meaning. Relativism is the mask of Judas disguised as an intellectual. How can we be surprised that so many priests break their commitments? We downgrade the meaning of celibacy, we demand the right to a private life, which is the opposite of the priest’s mission. Some go so far as to claim the right to homosexual activity. One scandal follows another, involving priests and bishops.”

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Mary’s reverence & most severe traumatic stress as witnessed by Jesus’ burial shroud

Surely it was upon seeing the reverence and trauma of Mary upon Jesus’ death on the Cross that those detaching the body of Jesus from the cross and lowering Jesus into her arms could not bear to hurt Jesus further, ripping his hands and feet over the nails. What to do?

We see from this scientific study that they were able to remove the nails with the body, so that the nails remained in His hands and feet while Mary held Him, while He was buried, while He – as we see in this video – rose from the dead. The shroud documents the first five seconds of the Resurrection of Jesus.

This cut me to the quick, dark and evil sinner that I am. Imagine how this overwhelmed the Immaculate Blessed Virgin Mother of God. I want that my heart of stone be ripped out and thrown away so that I might be given a heart of flesh that might suffer with her, however unworthy that I am.

It kind of brings it home, seeing her see the nails still there, while she holds Him.

The Holy Name of Mary? Bitter Sea? A sea of bitterness… the sorrow… the perfect maternal intercession for us…

Co-Redemptrix? Yes. Jesus is the One, the only One. But it is fitting in justice that one of us intercede perfectly for those graces of Redemption, for those graces of Salvation brought to us by her Divine Son.

She, having seen those nails, now looks up… Is there any sorrow like her sorrow, oh you who pass by the way?

I recall, as if I were Elijah’s servant, out front of the cave of Elijah on Mount Carmel years ago, praying about the cloud in the shape of a foot, laden with the rain that would end three and half year drought as described in the Sacred Scriptures. And, very suddenly, right before me, over the bitter sea below Mount Carmel, there immediately formed a cloud in the shape of a foot, laden with rain. What is the three and a half years that is coming upon us, I wondered. Here’s the picture I took of that event:

Let’s not forget. Mary, whose name means bitter sea, is the one who, with the Redeemer, crushes the head of the serpent, the ancient dragon, Satan.

She intercedes that we might once again have clarity in the teaching of doctrine, morals, the spiritual life, with reverent liturgy. Enough of the drought that we are suffering. We want Jesus. We want Mary.

Pray the Rosary. Keep up with the Sacraments. Pray for the salvation of souls. The rains will come.

Addendum: Here is a rendition of the instruments of the passion. The huge pincers have always been depicted as enormous. I think that, in this way, the nails could be removed with the body, the pincers circling around the hands and feet.

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Happy Easter

This altar way in the back corner of the Angelicum chapel was a favorite place way back in the day. Thank you Jesus, for all you did and do for us. Happy Easter.

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Abomination of Desolation: Jesus and…

Psalm 22 is cited by Jesus on the Cross: “My God! My God! Why have you forsaken me?” This is recalled even while all the apostles had run away.

In verse 6 of Psalm 22 the statement is “I am a worm and no man.” I’ve read that a million times before, but my eyes glazed over and I just kept reading and that was the end of it.

Being inept, weak, bad and evil most of my life (and not much better now), even though I had studied at the Pontifical Biblical Institute and have had so many of the biblical and so many ancient extra-biblical languages down, I simply continued to let my eyes glaze over with such exclamations as this: “I am a worm and no man.” I’m such a spiritual coward.

More recently I have waxed poetic on this worm-reference having reference to a maggot: “I am a maggot and no man.” You’ll recall that one of the names of the Evil One is Beelzebub, or Lord of the Flies, the reference being to maggots, to death. That’s quite fierce.

That recalls Jesus saying that just as Moses lifted up the serpent of bronze on a stake in the desert so that all of those who should look at it would live, so the Son of Man will be lifted up on a Cross and all who look on Him whom we have all pierced through will live. The serpent looked like the serpents who were killing the chosen people. Jesus looks like us, we who kill each other in sin. Because He stands in our place, Innocent for the guilty, taking on the punishment we deserve for sin, death, He has the right in His own justice to have mercy on us. The irony… He who looks like the brood of Beelzebub is our redemption and, please God, our salvation.

Just the other day I thought I might take a closer look at the worm-maggot reference.

תוֹלַ֣עַת is a writhing creature sucking blood, like a leech, the image of a serpent, only worse.

Wait… What? That’s what Jesus is calling Himself?

σκώληξ is the word in the Septuagint, the ancient Greek translation. Same thing. A writhing creature, the image of a serpent. Those in the Gospels who are damned go to hell where their σκώληξ never dies and the fire is never quenched, with σκώληξ again referring to parasitic worm-esque, serpent-esque, writhing of writhingness.

Dearest Jesus… your Mother had to see you suffer, had to see you mocked in this way…

And it get’s worse.

Of late I’ve been perusing things apocalyptic. There is a multitude of references to the Abomination of Desolation in the Old Testament, in the Gospels, in the Apocalypse.

Let’s see. What’s with the word “Abomination”?

Abomination = ab + omenation = ab + omen.

“ab” – in this case, the understanding of this preposition is taken away from something.

“omenation” – “omen”, from old Latin osmen, from “os” (mouth) + “mens” (mind), therefore, an oracle, in derivative usage, an oracle of foreboding, a sign or symbol of evil. An “abomination”, in the case of these translations of the Scriptures, is one who represents, is an agent of, one who speaks for Satan, one who is possessed by Satan. This speaks to this Abomination referring more to a person, an agent, who can speak, than a mere wooden idol or suchlike.

Desolation is, in modern derivation, a psychological state, so that someone who is desolate is sad, or sorrowful, or depressed. If the intention of this specious translation referred to the most intense state of this desolation, so that we have despair, a demonic despair by which in cynicism one loses all love, all faith, all ability to recognize truth, a willful disability to recognize Him who is Living Truth, then we’re on to something. But, etymologically, the word, in the Greek, is ἐρήμωσις, “desert-like”, referring to the wasteland steppe of the Judaean desert, where one will be destroyed, where one will die with no water, no food, where Christ Jesus went to fast for forty days and forty nights, temped by Satan. The desert is the home of the Evil One. Thus, the one who is bringing about such demonic desertification spiritually is one who is taken over by Satan, the one who is the Abomination.

Having said all that, let’s start over. The word in the Greek of the New Testament for Abomination is βδέλυγμα, but, when you go back, all the way back, maddeningly, into historical philological roots of words, one finds that the original meaning refers to a writhingness, like a serpent, and even more particularly, a worm, more specifically, like a blood-sucking leech monster.

Back in Genesis, when the angelic oracle “serpent” was cursed after he fell into sin by attacking Adam and his wife, the curse was not that he should proceed on his belly. That translation is idiotic. This word draws on vocabulary found only extremely rarely in the more ancient of the Mesopotamian cuneiform tablets, so that what we have is that Satan should now writhe in his writhingness, that is, with the intense and eternal curse of spiritual and intellectual frustration.

I was a bad and evil little kid, and I once hit a snake on the head. Wow… the writhing of writhingness… unforgettable… I brought that to Confession later…

Biblically, this βδέλυγμα, much worse than a serpent, is a blood sucking writhing serpentesque creature, an image of those possessed by Satan drinking the blood of the saints, which will earn them condemnation to hell for all eternity in the writhing of their writhingness. It is an image of despising the life given by God, of mocking God to His Face.

Now, what this means for the man of sin, the man of perdition, the one whose number is 666, the antichrist, the false prophet and so on… well… however much any of those overlap or are figurative or whatever… that will require more delving… Who is that whore of Babylon drunk on the blood of the saints? Would that be Jerusalem? Would Jesus look like Jerusalem, taking on the sins of Jerusalem?

The point about our Lord Jesus in all this is His humility, His founding mercy on justice, His standing in our place, Innocent for the guilty, to the point of His looking like that man of sin. Saint Paul just says it in his shorthand: He became sin for us. Jesus, personally, looks like the man of perdition, destruction, like the one whose number is 666, the antichrist, the false prophet, even like me, like all of us while we were yet sinners.

And dearest Mary watched as the bloodthirsty possessed sinners tortured her Son to death. Jesus hated to see His mother suffer.

To stand with Jesus in His trials is to stand with Mary even if the bloodthirsty leeches should all of a sudden attack in the writhing of their writhingness.

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Unity all alone, but then…

The Chrism Mass, and then the Mass of the Lord’s Supper, the Good Friday service… the Sacred Triduum so far… for me, this year…

  • … is enthrallingly all about the unity in the Mystical Body of Christ which comes about as He is lifted up on the Cross and draws all to Himself right across Calvary where all hell is broken out…
  • … and also is frighteningly all about that aloneness (not loneliness) which is to be experienced in some manner when one is at least in the smallest way in solidarity with Jesus when He cries out: “My God! My God! Why have you forsaken me!”

The two could not be more different nor more simultaneous, one tied into the other.

Some Scripture verses come to mind:

  • “My people has suffered a grievous wound, a crushing blow. If I go into the country, I see those slain by the sword; if I go into the city, I see the ravages of famine. Both prophet and priest have gone to a land they know not.” (Jeremiah 14:17-18)
  • “We are reduced, O Lord, beyond any other nation, brought low everywhere in the world this day because of our sins. We have in our day no prince, prophet, or leader…” (Daniel 3:37-38)

My experience so far this Holy Week is a distant and mere shadow of the intensity of the experience of Saint John when he, of all the apostles who ran away when Jesus was arrested, returned quite alone, all hell broken out, all friends vanished, but to accompany Mary who was in perfect solidarity with Jesus there on Calvary.

The aloneness acts as an invitation to prayer for those still running away in whatever manner even as we are bidden by Jesus to behold Mary as our dear Mother. But with that, for me, ever the spiritual newbie and knowing nothing of anything, such unity with Jesus, standing with Him in His trials, standing as His vicar with His Mother, brings all the more aloneness: Who are we, amongst all the others, to do such a thing? And yet, where are they? Jesus entrusts her to us and vice versa even while He then precipitates to preach to the fallen spirits. He goes to do His Father’s will. We are left with great responsibility in His place. We are so inept. The most inept. If only those who had run away would have stayed they would be so much better right here, right now. Everyone else has run away.

And then our eyes are opened at least a bit, and we see that so many of our brothers not only have been standing there with us the whole time, but were there before us, have been praying for us, with Mary. Wretches that we are, we’re there. In the aloneness of the full number of the brothers who are to witness to the Lord Jesus not yet fulfilled, we pray for that to happen even as Jesus draws all to Himself as He is lifted up, yet crying out: “My God! My God! Why have you forsaken me?”

For me, something like that, but from a distance, and yet… right there…

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What do these greatest of saints have in common? The beatitudes!

  • Saint Gerard Majella – CSsR
  • Saint Jean-Baptiste-Marie Vianney – Curé d’Ars
  • Saint Pio – Francesco Forgione, OFM Cap

Moreover, what of that filthy criminal Jesus! As we read on the sign Pilate is holding up, Jesus is guilty for having been accused…

  • … of being Jesus [which name means Savior, specifically not salvation by the State, perceived by the State to be an insult to them]…
  • … from Nazareth [a rebellious jurisdiction, so, guilt by association]…
  • … King [not sanctioned by Caesar and thus a direct threat to State]…
  • … of the Jews, the Judah-ites [now speaking to the jurisdiction of Pontius Pilate]…

And while all of that sounds political and makes it seem that Jesus was guilty of political inconvenience, what’s really going on here is that the State is nervous about the goodness and kindness of Jesus, nervous that He is Truth Incarnate.

Crucify Him! Crucify Him!

Meanwhile, Jesus gives us a faith stronger than our death, strong enough to bring us to heaven. And that is our hope. Thank you, Jesus, for showing us how to do it right. Thank you for uniting us to yourself. Thank you for raising up the saints. Let us rejoice and be glad and leap for joy.

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Sacred Heart graces Holy Redeemer

About a half a ton, but He ain’t heavy. He’s my Brother.

That method didn’t work. We thought about cranes, the works. Finally we figured it out. A special machine. Brute force. Prayers.

A caption for the statue? “Welcome home!” to those who have been away all too long. Is Jesus trustworthy? This statue also correctly provides instruction on trustworthiness: there are wounds, large and deep. Yes, Jesus laid down His life, Innocent for the guilty, to take us up in life for eternity.

This is the Sacred Heart of our Holy Redeemer.

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