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Can Bishop Conlon offer fatherly governance of the family of faith he doubts is a family of faith?

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Bishop Conlon says he has no idea as to whether Jesus intended to found a Church. This statement was presented on the diocesan website with no further context as it apparently stood on its own. The diocese then took that down without providing any other context than to say (ignoring the bishop) that the diocese holds up the Catechism. So, Bishop Conlon’s context is not provided and he offers no clarification. He can just scandalize the faithful and then run away like the scandal never happened, making it worse, making it seem that there is no fatherly care by the bishop of the family of faith in his care. The question is, where is he running? That’s up to him to answer. But on a practical level, what is Bishop Conlon saying about the legitimacy of his being a bishop if he is questioning the legitimacy of the existence of the Church?

Bishop Conlon, you cannot lead with fatherly governance the family of faith which one holds to be suspect of not being a family of faith.

  • Hit and run is despicable.
  • Scandalizing the faithful and then running is despicable.

But this has become the modus agendi – the way of acting – of so many.

To the point: That’s sad, for Bishop Conlon and for other bishops. Beyond that, beyond praying that such sadness be transformed into truth and therefore joy, so what? Who gives a crap that Bishop Conlon is a make-pretend sophisticate in what comes down to blasphemy against the Holy Spirit (who inspired the Scriptures) and what descends into denial of Jesus who said that if we deny Him He will deny us before our Heavenly Father? That becomes a matter between Bishop Conlon and the Judge of all.

In other words, just because some guy who is a bishop is content to attempt to scandalize the faithful – where’s his context? where’s his explanation? – let’s not ourselves take scandal, let’s not be scandalized. Instead, let that lack of fatherly care, that lack of fatherly governance be an encouragement to us to be all the more faithful to our Lord. We see the darkness and don’t like it, so, let’s be with the Light all the more.

The worst thing that can happen is that when an abuser of the faith is on the loose we allow that abuser to continue abusing us by letting his abuse of us be an excuse to be controlled by that abuse of power, letting our faith be destroyed by someone who – by all intents, purposes and reconstructions, objectively speaking – enjoys that abuse of power in destroying and smashing down others.

Whatever with Bishop Conlon, I beg Jesus that I, a sinner, be able to receive the forgiveness of Jesus and remain with Jesus and bring others to Jesus, who will come to judge the living and the dead and the world by fire.

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Flowers for the Immaculate Conception (Superabundance close by edition)

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This stand of daffodils – how to say it? – clearly making a stand just outside the church, and not just one group, but very many, surrounding the church, make it ever so easy to gather some flowers for the Immaculate Conception. Don’t you think of Jesus’ good mom every time you see flowers. I think it’s a good practice. Ask your guardian angel about it.

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Day Off: over the top Glock skill set sharpening on the cheap, for fun

 

Having some really old rope and really old string and some really old coffee containers filled with some really old dirt, I set up this really el cheapo group target for a bit of fun. And it only took moments to set up.

But don’t think I already have over the top skill sets. I don’t. That’s precisely the reason why this provides a some distraction for few minutes on a day off which is otherwise filled with so many errands and people.

The idea here is to shoot, say, the farthest one, then the middle, then the closest, then the middle, then the farthest, five shots, accurately, as fast as one can pull the trigger. You have three attempts at that per magazine. You should be able to do that in three seconds. The video is three seconds long…

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McCarrick laicization public: Success of “package” delivered to Rome

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Pope Francis continues to assist McCarrick to be on a proper path to the Lord, first by dismissing him from being a Cardinal, and now dismissing him from the clerical state. Good on you, Pope Francis.

McCarrick was put down January 11. He appealed. At a “Feria Quarta” meeting of the members of the Congregation for the Doctrine of the Faith after this appeal the appeal was rejected. That decision was ratified by Pope Francis the next day and this has now been publicized.

Your prayers are requested for the victims of McCarrick. More than that, and I know this is difficult, but your prayers are also asked for McCarrick.

What we must do is to bring greater honor and glory to God, which is to make flourish as much as we can the saving grace of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ, who, stunningly, loved us all while we were yet sinners. Some accept this grace. Some reject this grace.

While we breathe we must have hope for all, as that is what most respects what our Lord has done for us all. Having hope for all on earth is not at all in any way the same as having hope that all are saved. Instead, having hope for all who are still alive on this earth is to say that we have doubt for the salvation of anyone, but, for our Lord who redeemed all, we must desire that as many as will allow themselves to be saved by God’s grace will in fact be saved. And that does us a world of good, an eternity of good.

The angels made the delivery to Pope Francis of what I call “The Package” possible back in September 2018. The deposition then came about in December. Three weeks later the decree in January, then the appeal, then the rejection, then the ratification, then the public decree in February 2019. Absolutely everything instantaneously fell into place beautifully. The angels made it happen. I’m guessing that since the delivery of that package and the laicization this represents possibly a turnaround time for such an action over against a [Cardinal] Archbishop the fastest in the history of the Church. As far as I know, he’s also the most senior member of the hierarchy to be laicized ever.

The “Package” I brought over, the case of a priest, is absolutely amazing. His story is a story which must be told. It speaks to fidelity amidst suffering. It speaks to the greatness of the priesthood amidst suffering. It speaks to the intercession of the angels and saints. It speaks to the greatness, yes, also of some in the hierarchy also over in Rome and also of those in the dicasteries, yes, even the midst of infidelity and politicking of others. Again, please pray for this priest, whom I consider a good friend.

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On changing course: a race course!

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Laudie-dog is pointing out one side of a two-turn race course, the deep banked holes assisting in skidding to stop after flying through the air, and, using the now banked up back yard, instantaneously turning about, flying in the other direction. Landing on the opposite side of the yard, there is the same skid to stop banked up hole, exactly the same, identical, just in reverse. Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth.

Laudie-dog looks bewildered as this race course of changing of course doesn’t belong to her. This was created by Shadow-dog because Shadow-dog thinks he’s clever. Shadow-dog is a maniac. Behold, Saint Paul speaking of when he was a maniac, running from his good religious plan right into sin and back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, with his good religious plan being the same as his sin, you know, because he is the one doing it under his own “power,” which, of course, is nothing:

“We know that the law is spiritual; but I am carnal, sold into slavery to sin. What I do, I do not understand. For I do not do what I want, but I do what I hate. Now if I do what I do not want, I concur that the law is good. So now it is no longer I who do it, but sin that dwells in me. For I know that good does not dwell in me, that is, in my flesh. The willing is ready at hand, but doing the good is not. For I do not do the good I want, but I do the evil I do not want. Now if I do what I do not want, it is no longer I who do it, but sin that dwells in me. So, then, I discover the principle that when I want to do right, evil is at hand. For I take delight in the law of God, in my inner self, but I see in my members another principle at war with the law of my mind, taking me captive to the law of sin that dwells in my members. Miserable one that I am! Who will deliver me from this mortal body?” (Romans 7:14-24).

The idea here is that Saint Paul is critiquing his manipulative usage of religion as a way to congratulate himself. Note the constant mantra of egoism – “I” – “I” – “I” – as in “I myself come up with a religious plan that I think is good for me and I’m clever and I can save myself by my religious plan because I’m so special! Look at me! Look at me! I’m saving myself! /// He’s saying that that kind of attitude is B.S., or better, Chicken S***, inasmuch as what he’s depicted himself as is a chicken with it’s head cut off, running around mindlessly like it’s all normal and good. There are those who don’t get this until they read the last verse which I didn’t  include above. You’ll see it below, but don’t read it just yet.

Let me tell you of another crowd who have been a very large part of the crisis of priests not knowing who they are, and of the abuse crisis. They knew the last verse cited further below, but purposely went out of their way to ignore this. There’s a psych institute over in Rome connected to the Pontifical Gregorian University which trains up sisters and priests in psychology to be staff psychologists at seminaries right round the world. Their guru guy, a Jesuit priest, but actually a guru guy, Rulla, cites this passage as the be all and end all of proof that God made a mistake in creating us, or better, that God created us in a way that encourages us to save ourselves with coping mechanisms, you know, to cope with all the mistakes God made in making us. In other words, as I heard one student of Rulla say, “We’re the first ones in the history of the Church to find a way to save ourselves!”

I have very many friends who went to this psych institute and I bought the expensive books of Rulla and the institute, such rubbish, and have studied it all with some intensity. I offered the critique about Rulla’s treatment of this passage of Saint Paul to one particularly close friend who was a student of Rulla. He threw such a hissy fit. He left the lunch table angry and pouting and wouldn’t sit at the same table with me or speak to me for weeks. Finally, he apologized and said I was right. Then, after many years, having become a seminary rector, he contacted me though another friend to repeat that, yes, indeed, I was right. How’s that, you ask?

My critique is that they don’t think of sin, at all, even though Saint Paul here speaks of sin repeatedly.  And that’s why they then don’t think of redemption. They don’t think of Christ. Saint Paul does. Behold: after criticizing himself, casting aside coping mechanisms such as is also a manipulative use of religion, Saint Paul points us directly and only to Jesus who is the One to save him, wretch that Saint Paul, on his own, is:

“Thanks be to God through Jesus Christ our Lord” (Romans 7:25).

Do we change course by running back and forth, back and forth, back and forth? No. Christ Jesus reaches down and grabs us and snatches us up close to His pierced Heart, and we say: “My Lord and my God.” Thank you, Jesus.

/// Having said all that, don’t think I’m against a good and wholesome psychology. If one takes up the Sacred Scriptures, the writings of Saint Thomas Aquinas and Saint Teresa of Avila and Saint John of the Cross and Saint Therese of Lisieux, to name but a few, one will be able to glean a well rounded and useful psychology, but this is all based on a good, honest friendship with Jesus Christ our Lord.

I categorize this post with “Missionaries of Mercy” because I insist on all this talk of Jesus to my own peril. One makes enemies in this way. Some years ago over in Rome, while I would ever so quietly mention my opinion, the Rulla-ites, overhearing this, would go so far as to threaten a major public debate. They were actually beginning to plot this as something to be held at the Lateran Basilica of all places, that being chosen cleverly, however, as it is the Cathedra of the Successor of Peter. Perhaps one day.

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Flowers for the Immaculate Conception (My favorites edition)

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Yes, that’s the hermitage in the background for those of you with discerning eyes. These flowers are no more, as one of the mountain dwellers (not the neighbors to the hermitage!) has literally gone our of “their” way to destroy them all. Too bad, that. These would come out around August 15, a particular feast day.

Meanwhile, on another feast day in mid-February, say, February 11, these guys are sure sure to make an appearance on the other side of the world in a certain grotto of the Hautes-Pyrénées:

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Meanwhile, sometime during any springtime on Mount Carmel, one is bound to see a zillion yellow flowers, say, around Passover and Holy Week/Easter. I put these up because of a somber occasion the other day, Holocaust Remembrance Day, which is every day as far as I’m concerned, and I’ve been offering lots of Masses for a certain M.G. and a certain A.G.

It’s because of what’s happening in those videos that I put up flowers for the Immaculate Conception…

Which brings us to today out front of the rectory with the Guadalupe Superabundant Rose bush, which is getting itself ready for good times to come, even in the midst of the absolutely frozen temps of these days in these USA:

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Fingerprints DNA Chips and Biometrics: “Who are you, anyway?”

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No one believes the passport. After hours with ID experts of whatever country, the frustrating question to me is always, simply, and only, if politely: “Who are you, anyway?” After some hours, they let me go, exasperated. It’s not that I do bad stuff. They’ll just call me up, demanding that I make an appearance at whatever embassy or consulate. So, how to identify me for sure? It’s a hassle.

Fingerprints

It’s not that my fingerprints are absolutely unusable. I think I have three that are still there in trace form, kinda, perhaps. But according to the most recent scanning, not even that, not really. She predicted they would be rejected by the SBI. Life is what it is and can be pretty rough on fingerprints. Fingerprints can also be lifted, manipulated, transferred.

Deoxyribonucleic acid, also known as DNA

Ever since I was a teenager I’ve been giving DNA cheek swabs. I mean, was I at risk of being confused with someone else (ask I, tongue in cheek). The purpose way back in the day had everything to do with identification and nothing to do with genealogy. But this was always just an American thing as far as I know, and yet, once the signature is established, that can be uploaded in databases easy peasy and a new DNA test would confirm the match on the database. Oh wait! That wouldn’t work either. Hack that database (by way of an insider, because, you know…) and replace your DNA with a guy with a clean record. That’s re-uploaded to databases all around. A check to the database for ID shows nothing untoward and you’re good to go. Then, when your DNA is investigated, it comes up unregistered and it just looks like someone made a mistake. Of course, if you’re re-tested and there is other DNA, like blood, at a scene, you’re done in.

Chips!

Same problem as the DNA switcheroo. “They’re unhackable!” blah blah blah. That makes no difference. You can establish a code’s presence wherever by way of hacking. If you have the code, you can transfer that to your own chip and you’re good to go.

Biometrics…

I’ve got my Gold Star ID Driver License with the picture being taken with, you know, biometrics: twelve points on the head/face all interrelated with each other as far as distances and depths. Great. These are used everywhere for a long time for airport security and what-have-you. This seems to be the answer. Unless, oh, I forgot, for the really desperate cases of ID fraud, go cross eyed for the picture, and otherwise do a bit of nip and tuck and get well placed injections at the conveniently located NCPS adjacent to Liberty Crossing Campus.

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People are so anxious about who they are. What if it were to be said that Christ is the Head of the Body and we are the members of the Body and that in heaven – please God we make it there – we will rejoice in the good we see in others because that good will be our own good because that good will be God Himself. That kind of disarms all the flutter about ID and such doesn’t it?

People are so weird in this world. They will be quite surprised at just how much God’s ways are above our ways, that love and truth and goodness and kindness and integrity is not the same as political correctness and subterfuge and deceit and conceit and cynicism. God is love and in that love we can rejoice. We find our identity in Him, creatures with their Creator.

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Chaque fois que j’ouvre ma bouche il est demandé «Est-ce que vous êtes Belge?»

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Pretending to learn “French”, again. Sigh.

When this American was living in France I discovered that no one speaks French on account of the fact that every citizen of France is actually from Belgium. The greatest insult the French can cast on anyone whomsoever is to ask them with mocking, sarcastic tone: “Are you from Belgium?” They all insult each other in this manner all the time, the North the South, the East the West, the center not holding.

It’s the difference in accent. For instance, English speakers anywhere pronounce “Bernadette” as do the Parisians, but those around Lourdes make for another syllable at the end, extremely well pronounced, as in “Bernadett-euuuh.” And then they both condemn each other as being from Belgium. No one speaks French in France.

It’s a losing battle, trying to learn French again. Maybe I should just learn some Belgian stuff, like Dutch, you know, with Brabantian, West Flemish, East Flemish and Limburgish – and hey! – if one crosses the street to the North, why not throw in Papiamento, maybe a couple of dozen low-Saxon dialects, some Frisian and a few dozen West Frisian dialects – and hey! – another few dozen Lower and central Franconian dialects – and hey! – why not add Yiddish? The question – « Est-ce que vous êtes Belge ? » refers to the mixing of French and any number of dozens and dozens of other dialects. Instead of making one’s identity more easily known, it all becomes murkier, and with such smack downs through the centuries, cutting one town off from another, what with devastating plagues and wars.

And if I did learn any of that, would that satisfy the one asking: « Est-ce que vous êtes Belge ? » Everyone calls French the “Diplomatic language.” Uh huh. Tongue in cheek, making for yet another dialect. It’s no mistake that the likes of Michael Edwards, from England, is a most influential member of l’Académie française.

The arrogance of weirdness of language differences, insisting on attacking communication so that there is no love lost, isn’t about this or that human being being cut off from any mere human being – not just that. All such Tower of Babel smashing down of others is really about shaking one’s fist at God.

God the Father speaks Himself in one Word, now Incarnate among us, who would like to reveal the Father to us, according to the will of the Father. But will we hear that communication, that “language” provided by the grace of God? We can ask God for humility. We can ask our angels to teach us humility.

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27 years a priest in a time of abuse, happy to remain a priest. Why?

Today’s the anniversary of my ordination to the priesthood of Jesus Christ. Ordination doesn’t refer to “orders given” as even some Catholics say today in such de-sacramentalizing, democratic fashion as if a mere commissioning given by a commission was ever sufficient, as if a degree and certificate saying “ordained” was actually something, like a graduation, a rite of passage. No.

The Sacrament of Orders refers to how the person himself, ontologically, is ordered, structured, fit to the priesthood of Jesus Christ, so that the priest might act in Persona Christi, in the Person of Christ, or perhaps better, so that the Person of Christ might act in the priest, accomplishing His sacraments, His priesthood through His merely human priest, regardless of whether or not that human priest is worthy, or even a believer of any kind. There’s really only One Priest: Christ Jesus. Holy Orders is not about putting the priest on a pedestal, but rather about smashing him down so that he is all about and only about Jesus alone.

Yours truly, 4 January 1992, ordained a Catholic priest. All except one other has already passed away in this picture.

Holy Orders is about the One Priest, Christ Jesus. It is Jesus who consecrates at the Last Supper; it is Jesus who forgives sin. Just as mysterious as we becoming members of the Body of Christ as Saint Paul puts it, so does Jesus take up mere men to accomplish His own priesthood. It’s all about Jesus. Jesus marries His Bride, the Church, by way of His wedding vows at Mass, the Last Supper, that Wedding Feast of the Lamb: This is my body given for you in sacrifice, the chalice of my blood poured out for you in sacrifice. The mere human priest recites those words, those vows in the first person singular and is himself thereby married to the Church by the sacrifice that he offers, and should thereby be willing to lay down his life for the flock as much as Jesus. But this is Jesus’ wedding with His Bride the Church by which He redeems the image of God within us.

How dare anyone say that priests are not married! It is that ignorance and malice and hatred for Jesus and His priests which has brought us the crisis we are in. People think they are nice in wishing that priests could get married, but this is really quite demonic. Listen up! If we priests don’t know that we are married to the Church, that we are to be fathers of the family of faith, what do you think is going to happen in living a lie that one is just a secular administrator, a functionary, and is not otherwise married for no discernible reason? The fruit of any marriage, children, will be attacked. It’s clockwork. Either everything that the priest is is given over to the priesthood of Jesus Christ – whose Priesthood is established by the vows of His own being married to His Bride the Church – or that priest will be a detriment to the salvation of himself and others. Period.

The priesthood of Jesus is all about re-establishing the image of God within us, and as Genesis says, this is a one-man, one-woman marriage and family image of God. Jesus has the right to marry His Bride the Church, that is, to redeem us, fill us with the life of God, eternal life, sanctifying grace, because He has, at the Last Supper and Calvary, laid down His life for us, the Innocent for the guilty. That re-establishment of the image of God within us by way of that marriage must respect the one-man, one woman for marriage and the family structure of creation in the sacrament of Holy Orders. Women priests would be a sterile, lesbian, monstrous image, a mockery of Jesus’ marriage with His Bride the Church, a mockery of redemption and salvation, a blasphemy. Even if one goes through a ritual and says the words of ordination, a woman cannot ontologically be ordained. That’s the way marriage works. It’s not unfair. It is what it is.

Does that mean that I think I’m worthy to be a priest because I’m a man? Pfft. No! And any priest who does think that is a danger to himself and others. Without Jesus I know that I could commit any sin anywhere at any time for any or no reason, given whatever wildly varying circumstances and history of life. I don’t have all those varying circumstances or histories of life – nor do any of us – and so it would be psychologically quite impossible at the drop of a hat to do this or that monstrous thing even if lacking the grace and friendship of Jesus. Fine. But lack of monstrous actions doesn’t justify. I know that fallen humanity is such that we do need redemption and salvation and that nice circumstances don’t save and that anyone self-congratulating themselves for their own niceness has already granted themselves a licence to sin in whatever way, even in the most monstrous ways. Are there specious motives for a man to become a priest, like running from a past from which he wishes to emancipate himself by pretending to be holy? Sure. But that doesn’t mean all priests have done that or are doing that. We need to know that we are already married, married to the Church by the Holy Sacrifice of the Mass that we offer daily. That changes everything. No false celibacy. No loneliness. A robust spiritual life in which the priest is nothing and Jesus is all.

Priests should know more than anyone what all of sin and all of redemption looks like. Priests should have the perspective of being high on the cross where Jesus is drawing all to Himself, across Calvary, through all of hell, starting with us when we are yet sinners. Priests should see all the breadth and width and depth of hell and our need for redemption because of noting the breadth and width and depth of the mercy founded on justice that Jesus came to bring to us, from the cross, from the fulfillment of the wedding vows of the Last Supper, the Mass, that the priest celebrates daily, like any other day. It’s just that that day, today, this very day, is Dies Domini, the Day of the Lord, which stretches from Creation until the end of the world, until there is a New Heavens and a New Earth. Priests should see, because of seeing all the rest of this, that they are the most unworthy of all.

Rant. Rant. Rant. For some, the question is this:

“Hey, Father George, you seem like a nice guy. So, like, why don’t you leave the priesthood in view of all this abuse stuff we hear about? Don’t you get sick of people cat-calling and being dismissive and calling you a pedophile just because you’ve been ordained a priest?”

Actually, that monstrousness of bad priests attacking the fruit of marriage, children, is symbolic of precisely why we need holy priests for the One Priesthood of Jesus, that is, to go against the sin, to weed out those who would be so monstrous. You don’t help the Church by leaving the Church. You stay. You fight. You suffer. It’s just that serious. Serious enough not to abandon the flock. Jesus was ripped to shreds, tortured to death on the cross. As the Master, so the disciple. Just because some idiot does an unthinkably monstrous deed doesn’t mean everyone is like that. We priests need to man up and fight the good fight, keeping up with Confession ourselves, being fit instruments of Jesus, because we are nothing and He’s everything. It shows our thanksgiving to Jesus to stay. If I can keep up with Confession and help other priests to keep up with Confession, well then, I think I’ve done something as Jesus’ instrument for the Church and the world. I remember a bishop who gave us Missionaries of Mercy a talk and a talking to, as it were, over in Rome, introducing himself as a sinner since the year he was ordained, and for a long time before that. Good for him to recognize it and encourage us all to participate in the Sacrament of Confession frequently, you know, for sins of thought and mind and deed and… oh my… of omission

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The Joke Picture. It’s real. But purely a Joke. Hahaha.

As the now sainted Mother Teresa often said, we don’t need more priests; we need holy priests. Indeed. We need priests who know they are married to the Church. We need priests who know that they are fathers of the family of faith. We need priests who know that they are totally unworthy and are utterly dependent on Jesus, the One Priest. We need priests who go to Confession. We need priests who won’t run away because the wolf says: “Boo!” We need priests who have a love within them provided by Jesus that is stronger than death, stronger than mockery, stronger than slander. We need priests of the horrifying exhilarating life of the beatitudes: Blessed are you when…

Am I happy to be a priest even today? Oh yes. Especially today. When all of hell has broken out. I want to be where Jesus is: In the midst of this hell so as to grab souls for heaven. Today I offer Mass wherein the One Priest lays down His life for us, as unworthy as we all are. Yes, I’m always happy for one more day as a priest, as Jesus’ priest, a day like any other day in the One Day of the Lord, the One Worthy Priest using the likes of me, such as I am, utterly nothing and worse than that so that He might show us all the more stridently His wisdom in having such priests as me and my fellow priests who I know to be dedicated to Him. He can use even me! Even us! All glory to God for His wondrous mercies. As Jesus said to Saint Paul: “My strength shines out through your weakness. My grace is sufficient for you.” Yes, Lord. Thank you.

As it is, I’m having a great time at this stage in my priesthood taking Jesus through these back mountains to parishioners. Jesus’ creation is gorgeous:

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As I think back on the 27 years, some of the best times, were of course, at Holy Souls Hermitage when I was writing about the Immaculate Conception, the Mother of the Redeemer, in Genesis 3:15. Long time readers from way back in those days will remember the different scenes:

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Update on McCarrick investigation. Interviews Thursday AND Friday.

I see that Christine Niles and Michael Voris over at Church Militant have put up a presentation on one of those affected by McCarrick. He testified under oath to a Canon Lawyer, a Judicial Vicar, directly appointed by Pope Francis to receive testimony on McCarrick. That was Thursday, December 21, 2018. The next day, Friday, December 22, 2018, the last day to receive testimony under oath, a priest gave testimony. The latter’s case comprises one of the “packages” I brought over to Pope Francis. That communication was cited three times and presented to the priest witness who answered as to the veracity of each statement and signed each individual statement. The Debriefer said that within days he would personally deliver this to Pope Francis. I’m guessing that’s now happened in the last couple of days.

You’ll notice that, in all this, the Apostolic Nunciature in Washington DC, the Congregation for the Doctrine of the Faith, the Congregation for Bishops, the Congregation for Clergy, the Secretariat of State and even the Pontifical Family have been rather unceremoniously left out of the loop when it comes to delivery of these major communications. As I myself was told when I went over, this kind of thing would otherwise never reach the Holy Father.

Readers are urged to pray for a successful continuation of this investigation. We recall that this is still December, some six weeks before the extraordinary synod on abuse that is to convene in February 2019.

Suggestion to Pope Francis: Have special investigators compare files at the Nunciature in Washington DC and the mirrored files in the various dicasteries in the Roman Curia (not leaving out the Congregation for Religious) about candidates for the episcopacy. If the files have been tampered with on the D.C. side before being sent (easy to spot from what we now know), or if what was sent from D.C. to Rome is different compared to what is now in the files of the Roman Curia (meaning that these files were tampered with in Rome to promote some candidates over others), then it will blow the whole “lavender mafia” thing wide open. And we’ll know who’s who, even today, as some players are still in the game, even for the February synod. Jesus’ Church has no room for a mafia, does it? There are only some names with which to start, those mentioned, for instance, by Archbishop Viganò.

still wish I could speak with the Archbishop, as there is much, much more to do, and it help me to have a wee chat with him before doing that.

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Father Patrice Chocholski and St Jean Marie Vianney on Confession

  • Penitent: “I’m not repentant.”
  • Vianney: “Are you repentant of not being repentant?”
  • Penitent: “Yes.”
  • Vianney: “I absolve you from your sins…”

I agree entirely. We are not our fallen feelings and emotions. Our Lord graces us to repent with an act of the will even over against fallen feelings and emotions. Just because we have a cross to carry with temptation and distraction doesn’t mean we can’t at the very same time love God and be great saints!

 

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Main State’s démarche Res ipsa loquitur My disillusioned naïveté. The darkest of existential peripheries laugh at mercy.

 

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Part I: A document came my way from Main State the other day bearing glad tidings. If I surmise correctly, the two trouble-makers I’ve been pursuing through the Inspectors General of Main State and Liberty Crossing Campus have been removed altogether, and a third with a laughable CYA appellative has been assigned to an equally CYA position of busy work. This tells me that our new Secretary of State, Mike Pompeo, has understood and acted in an appropriate manner. Good for him. I rejoice. My patriotism is confirmed and strengthened when I see moves made that help our country. Congrats.

Part II: However, that same document, having unprecedented detail, pushed me to dig out the 1992 letter I received from Main State and take a look at it again also based on other new information, and so with fresh eyes. That letter was occasioned upon my own discovery that someone had entrenched in what looks on the surface to be illegal activities between the USA and Mexico involving the newly developing cartels while using my identity.

Sarcastic digression: I beg the indulgence of any readers who read such things here. I know it’s odd. I know that writing on such things discredits me and makes me look like a fool. I know. But writing is my way of thinking, and I would like to figure out and stop the guy who stole my identity sometime after the mid-late 1970s. He was doing the Fast and Furious thing before it was “a thing”, doing arms transfers in my name to the Sinaloa cartel just when “El Chapo” Guzman was getting his start in extreme violent takeovers that would soon paralyze the Mexican people, police, military, government, politicians, crippling any chance of Mexico having a competing economy (that latter bit being the point for these USA in facilitating pre-Fast-and-Furious activities). Just the Sinaloa cartel alone is responsible for something like 226,000 murders to date: men, women, children, infants, babies, shot, chainsawed, thrown in vats of acid, burned to death, with some of the guns having my name written all over them, some of those bullets blowing people’s heads off their shoulders or cutting them right in half having my name written all over them. These are also the darkest of existential peripheries that no one goes into. I’m trying to do that. I’d like to put a stop to it. I’m so sorry for writing about it, offending delicate ears! Soooo soooorry! // off sarcasm. Actually, the great Jason Chaffetz tried go into these darkest of existential peripheries. He wrote some 250 pages about this in his congressional oversight report, and then resigned from toothless Congress: Jason Chaffetz’ final report.

Anyway: That person who stole my identity to do up arms transfers (who I call my “Shadow”) wound up in a maximum security prison in Mexico in my name. He appealed to me, of all people, someone whom he has shot at with dozens of rifle rounds through the years, to get him out of prison with bribes to be offered preferably by the Mexican Catholic hierarchy, like a Cardinal (this request being repeated ad nauseam). With me saying that there’s zero chance of that – that it’s not good to make the Church a puppet of some murderous cartel – Cardinal Ocampo was forthwith assassinated, pumped full of bullets with the weapons shoved into his chest. No accident there. Not that there’s a connection, but the aftermath investigations by these USA[!] protected the head of the cartel my “Shadow” (as I call him) was helping to arm, with the head of that cartel by all accounts, purposes and reconstructions seeming to be the one responsible for Ocampo’s death. Ocampo, by the way, was an outspoken critic of the cartels.

What I did, instead, you know, with my not yet disillusioned naïveté, was to call our Consulate in El Paso, Texas, in the early Summer of 1992, requesting that this fellow be transferred to a prison in the USA. Maybe that small mercy would help to bring him around. I’ve been going out into the darkest of existential peripheries before being a Missionary of Mercy, before Pope Francis made it “a thing.”

You would think that the Consulate in El Paso would have zero motive for helping this “Shadow.” He deserves what he gets, right? And the U.S. government would have no interest and no bargaining power to get a favor from the Mexican government for a mere criminal element. Why bother? But those at the Consulate – laughing I’m sure – realized the opportunity they had and gave the case over to Main State in Foggy Bottom, which surprised me, as stolen identities happen by the millions (16.7 million in 2017 alone), and, all things being equal, this singular case is not worthy of our very top government officials… right? It’s just one of millions… right?

The letter and the abbreviations:

Instead, at Main State, a two page letter was drafted and sent to me. It was signed by the Consul of the United States of America, you know, the one in charge of Consular Affairs (that’s a lot of consulates around the world) and FPP, which is the Office of Fraud Prevention Programs. That’s an odd set. But when you think of it, Consulates around the world are filled with FBI and CIA who work under all sorts of covers, you know, fraudulent identities. My “Shadow” was supposed to get his own false identity under which to work, but he just stole mine, since he knew at the time that I had all my ducks in a row, having just been overseas. The involvement of FPP isn’t to go after him or any of our agents; the FPP is meant to protect them. Not only did they not have him prosecuted, but they went to get him in his prison in Mexico using my intervention as an excuse, and then set him free on the streets of El Paso. I was also told that they wouldn’t help me stop any of his fraud with my identity documents such as passports and driver licences. They said they wouldn’t help me stop any fraud with any bank accounts. In fact, they insisted that they weren’t going to track him at all, but were instead going to track me on a perpetual program which I would immediately find out was interdepartmental. In fact, when I myself tried to renew my passport not long after, the FBI and Main State together entrenched me further into this perpetual program by giving me a false passport without me asking for it. In other words, a citizen in good standing had to give up his family and life circumstances (me being a priest) so as to favor the guy who stole my identity, my “Shadow.” That’s what FPP does for CA, Consular Affairs.

Back to getting my “Shadow” out of prison:

They did this on their own using my intervention as an excuse, but I was given a contact in Main State who was at the time the Acting Chief for OCS/ARA/CCS. This goes right to the top of the heap in Main State:

  • OCS – Office for Overseas Citizens Services (hand in hand with FPP above)
  • ARA – Bureau of American Republics Affairs, which became Inter-American [Republics] Affairs, and is now entirely reorganized
  • CCS – Office of Counter-Intelligence and Consular Support (INR/CCS). Get that? Counterintel and Consular Support? That also goes hand in hand with FPP and OCS and, in this case, “ARA.” CCS has a Director, a Deputy Director, a Consular Intelligence Coordinator, and… and… someone responsible for Foreign Disclosure and Démarche.

On the démarche thing, US Legal provides a description:

Démarche is a word coined by the diplomatic community. It refers to an oral or written diplomatic statement, containing a demand, offer, protest, threat, or the like issued by one country to another. Démarches often include threat of military consequence. They are usually precursors to hostilities or war or escalating diplomatic initiatives. For example, in September 1996, President Clinton issued a démarche to Iraqi President Saddam Hussein when intelligence reports showed troops massing along the border of Kurd communities.

In other words, in this case, a démarche would be made as to recovery of my “Shadow,” or else.

Upshot: I have a request of the Démarche coordinator, two requests actually. I’ll have to give that person a call sometime soon. Considering the result of Jason Chaffetz’ report, I realize I’m not going to get very far with the “Shadow” thing. But because all this is actually heating up right now in a number of ways, I would like to request a couple of things.

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Phones and Sacramental Confessions

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Everything is absolutely always and in every way collected. Turn off your phone, take out the battery and sim-card, and twice as much info is sent to google the second you turn on your phone. You can’t actually turn off your phone. There’s a second battery for emergency purposes. You can always call 911 regardless of no main battery and no sim card and no contract. Your phone always collects your location in extreme detail, such as logging when you are in your car or just stepped outside of your car. That google capitalizes on this is a bit over the top.

Anyway, certainly when your phone is on all speech is instantaneously turned into text and analyzed – for marketing, of course – and this works spectacularly. I mention one thing in a non-phone conversation and it instantaneously shows up in search results and especially in YouTube suggestions. Awesome, but a bit creepy and invasive. One objection I have is the storage on google-servers of privileged conversations.

  • Imagine: business deals and insider information. Lots of power and money there.
  • Imagine: attorney-client privilege. Lots of power and control there.
  • Imagine: doctor-patient privilege. Lots of power and messing around there.
  • Imagine: Counselor-client privilege. Lots of power of manipulation there.
  • Imagine: NSA, CIA, FBI et other alphabet agencies analogously making stuff available…
  • Imagine: Priest-Penitent Seal of Confession privileges…

There should be law regulating possession of a phone anywhere near a Confessional or anywhere near any Sacramental Confession wherever it is, both on the Confessor’s part and on the part of the Penitent. Pockets or purses don’t work. Really. Not.

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“Hold on, please! They’re coming!”

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Apologies for making an analogy with Kristallnacht and the Shoah. It’s just that, honestly, this is what popped into my mind this morning when on the phone with Father Gordon, who’s in prison. The guards were coming to do count. When this happens, almost daily while we’re on the phone, Father Gordon J MacRae (ABOUT) says:

“Hold on, please! They’re coming!”

He then has to run out and stand in line and get counted. Big deal, right? I’ve heard him say this thousands of times over the years. But this time it was different. For me, it was electrifying: “They’re coming!” Honesty, the Nazi murderers coming to kill came to mind.

I mentioned this to Father Gordon just a few minutes ago when he got back on the phone, and then told him of a step even further that that. It struck me that this murderous analogy is not only what he himself meant to convey, but that he meant something even further. It came to mind that the “Hold on!” referred to just wait until we’re both in heaven, momentarily, and then we’ll pick up on this conversation where we left off…” as if to say, “Big deal about getting murdered; who cares about that if we have the Lord’s life within us, a life which is stronger than death?”

Father Gordon, becoming quiet for a moment, then responded to say that he can’t really speak about this, but, he said ever so reflectively, “The analogy is not totally improper.”

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Homily 2018 12 08 Immaculate Conception

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  • You knew, of course, that the grotto was the pig sty of the town, right?
  • You knew, of course, that in Sacred Scripture, pigs are symbolic of demons, right?
  • You knew, of course, that the universe was made into a pig sty by Adam’s sin, right?

God: “I shall put enmity between you [Satan] and the Woman [the Mother of the Redeemer], and between your seed [Satan’s followers] and the Seed of the Woman [Jesus and those who belong to Him as members of a body to the head of the body].

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CIA Debriefer guy: the suicide murders – “The Look” vs “He’s cute.”

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It seems that every number of days I have yet another CIA guy come into my life. I should keep a list of those from near, in the parish (like Mr Hudson!), and those far away in so many countries. I give the ones I write about frequently nicknames. Mr Hudson was “The Mechanic,” keeping in order, as he did, the Blackbird, the missiles and Apollo space missions. Another who is the blackest of black ops guys of black sites fame I simply call “The Guy.” There’s also been “The Internet baiter guy.” I myself am called “The Janitor” by a parishioner. A Janitor, mind you, takes out the trash, so to speak, as it were. Not that I’m CIA, and not that I do that, or ever did that, but you get the idea. This time I’ll give this particular guy the nickname: “The Debriefer  guy”, hailed by General […] in the Pentagon as one of the best debriefers he’s ever seen in action. As he says rather gruffly of himself: “I ask a lot of questions.”

The Debriefer guy started a bout of conversation with this volley: “Tell me about especially interesting people in your life.” I thought I would bait him right back, with a true story mind you, but one which surely he did not expect. He’s forever declaring himself to be tough on abuse, which statement, unprovoked, always raises a red flag for me. I think of frauds like Barbara Blaine (died 2017) and how she and her ilk were on the take. I’ll assume that The Debriefer is legit. After all, everyone should be tough on abuse, right? Oh, and he also says that he doesn’t know how he can trust any priest, etc., I guess trying to put me on the defensive. Whatever. We do live in dark times. I am very patient.

With that in mind, bad and evil that I am, I told him of an interesting fellow I met back in early January of 1991, who I only had one conversation with. I said it was the story of a 12 year old boy I met on an empty road in northern Palestine, the West Bank, whatever you want to call it. Just me and him, a “12 year old boy, and me, alone.” Oooo! I’m bad and evil, I know. That’s baiting, I know. But, let’s see what happens. This kid will go on to commit suicide. I am so bad and evil.

Let me preface this with some background of my own life. I’m a survivor-victim of what is surely the biggest child porn operation to date (that’s back in the 1960s-1970s). I’ve written pretty extensively about that. I’ve also written pretty extensively about some suiciders who have come to me throughout my life, many of whom were abused, starting when I was a little kid, through my teenage years, as a seminarian, then as a priest. There are those who were dissuaded, those who went on to kill themselves, of various ages, various religions, various cultures, various nationalities, various unrepeatable circumstances. Some were close friends, some very very very close friends, some classmates, some acquaintances or those I had just met the first time. Recently, a good friend from Georgia suffered his son committing suicide. And then, just the other day, the body is just now going cold, another good friend from N.C. suffered his son committing suicide. How to say it: suicide is very much part of my life. I take all suicide and mentions of suicide super seriously. I’m sensitive to it. But I’ll use discussion of it to bait if I think that’s important. Nothing about suicide is fodder for humor or a cause to be flippant. Ever. [I’ve removed tons of stuff here as this is too long already, with the stuff removed describing all sorts of categories of those I’ve had experience with…]

One category I described in a draft of this post are kids, or teenagers, or young adults, you know, who have vests of bombs strapped to them by their own parents and are told how much money the family will get and how nice heaven will be and what an honor it will be to be a “martyr”. Surreal: this is done with freakish joy. This is child abuse, brain-washing, evil, and not issuing from any religion worthy of the name. Some of it is theatrical, as least for a moment, but “The Look” is already there, even with those pretending to be happy:

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And then it becomes all too real. And there’s “The Look.” Always. Airport security and checkpoint guys are trained to look for “The Look”. Can you see it? …

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Actually, the above kid is scared to death, having been put up to this, not wanting to do it. The rest of the story, if I remember correctly, is that this guy was successfully able to be divested of the bomb-vest he was wearing. Israel is really good at this stuff. But there’s “The Look.” Mind you, “The Look” is anything but “cute.”

The CIA Debriefer guy had been trying to enlist me to spin stuff for the CIA.

  • During a phone call he had me make comments on the Middle-East and various Christian sects.
  • In an email I was urged to make comments on aspects of the Shoah.
  • A text from him instructed me on aspects to be aware of with some political vocabulary when putting a spin on things.

Non-stop, all pretty intense:

  • CIA Debriefer guy: Hey! Father George! Please, co-author books with us!
  • Me: No.
  • CIA Debriefer guy: Hey! Father George! Please, then, consult for us!
  • Me: No.
  • CIA Debriefer guy: Hey! Father George! Please, then, let us debrief you on stuff!
  • Me: No.
  • CIA Debriefer guy: Hey! Father George! Please, then, join our facebook group of CIA spin guys and gals and give opinions on stuff! Who cares if it’s not secure. That’s the point!
  • Me: No.
  • CIA Debriefer guy: Hey! Father George! Please, then, let us make movie shorts about people of interest in your life. I’ll contact my producer right now. (A full hour of explanation of their talents in film making followed, demonstrating this in various ways.)

Terrorist Saeed Hotary - dolphinariumThat’s when he the CIA Debriefer guy asked me about interesting people in my life and when I answered with a baiting story to get a reaction out of him. I told him of the 12 year old boy I had met who had gone on – ten years later – to become one of the worst suicide bombers anywhere, certainly in Israel. I looked up a picture of the suicide bomber of the Dolphinarium, then 22 year old Saeed Hotari and explained that I had a chance meeting with him ten years earlier, when he was already intent on doing the unthinkable. Saeed has got what I call “The Look,” which one has when one is intent on becoming a suicide bomber. “The Look” is from hell, and, as I say, is anything but “cute.” To say “cute” is like having a fetish. I’ve written about Saeed and “The Look” extensively elsewhere and I do think that this incident is important to recount, even in a CIA produced propaganda movie short. See, for instance: Update: My terrorist friend and the terrorist friend of USMC Secretary of Defense James “Mad Dog” Mattis. Apparently, my conversation with Saeed did him some good, delaying him for another ten years until he was again put up to it by Abu Musab al-Zarqawi. And then, with huge pressure from his father and Zarqawi, and pressure having been put on him during all his impressionable years, “The Look” came to fruition. There were 120 wounded, maimed, hurt really badly. And twenty one died, some immediately, some after a few days, mostly newly arrived Russian Jewish girls residing in and around Tel Aviv:

  • Maria Tagiltseva, 14, of Netanya
  • Raisa Nimrovsky, 15, of Netanya
  • Ana Kazachkova, 15, of Holon
  • Katherine Kastaniyada-Talkir, 15, of Ramat Gan
  • Irina Nepomnyashchi, 16, of Bat Yam
  • Mariana Medvedenko, 16, of Tel Aviv
  • Yulia Nelimov, 16, of Tel Aviv
  • Liana Saakyan, 16, of Ramat Gan
  • Marina Berkovizki, 17, of Tel Aviv
  • Simona Rodin, 18, of Holon
  • Aleksei Lupalu, 16, of Ukraine
  • Yelena Nelimov, 18, of Tel Aviv
  • Irena Usdachi, 18, of Holon
  • Ilya Gutman, 19, of Bat Yam
  • Roman Dezanshvili, 21, of Bat Yam
  • Pvt. Diez (Dani) Normanov, 21, of Tel Aviv
  • Ori Shahar, 32, of Ramat Gan
  • Yael-Yulia Sklianik, 15, of Holon – died of her injuries on 2 June 2001
  • Sergei Panchenko, 20, Ukraine – died of his injuries on 2 June 2001
  • Jan Bloom, 25, of Ramat Gan – died of his injuries on 3 June 2001
  • Yevgeniya Dorfman, 15, of Bat Yam – died of her injuries on 19 June 2001

When the CIA Debriefer guy saw the picture of Saeed Hotari, he said: “He’s cute!” with a sing-song voice. Perhaps a deflection for not knowing what to say. But sometimes deflections are inappropriate. Sometimes deflections tell a story. I talked to someone else extremely capable with the psychology of debriefing and as soon as I recounted the “He’s cute!” part his response was to say, “This is exactly the kind of narcissism that needs to stop in America.”

Indeed. I mean… “He’s cute!”… ? I couldn’t believe my ears. So much for seeing “The Look” which is straight out of hell. How can people not see that? How can a CIA Debriefer not see that? “The Look” is NOT “cute.” I guess it helps to be bad and evil like me. I see stuff like “The Look” and understand it for what it is. But really, seriously, so should everyone who does this for a living. But maybe it’s the ol’ counterintel thing, where he’s baiting me baiting him baiting me baiting him… and around and around the vortex swirls.

I then responded to his question about doing movie shorts based on such things with a simple and utterly deadpan response:

  • Me: No.
  • CIA: But I can contact my producer right now, you know, […]. [He slowly introduces me to all names of his group, baiting me to ask about them.
  • Me: No.

Reflection on all this:

  • Perhaps one reader or another might think me to be mean in saying “No.”
  • Perhaps one reader or another might think I’m reading too much into “Cute.” The same thing was said, after all, about Dzhokhar Tsarnaev.
  • Perhaps one reader or another might think me to be unpatriotic in not helping the CIA with such things.
  • Perhaps one reader or another might think that I’m just lazy.

Here’s the deal: I could do all this and do it really well with the deadest of dead pan reality checks. But any interest in me is based not on me, but on the fact that I’m on a perpetual interdepartmental program that cannot be unmasked, not because of me, but because of the guy who stole my identity, the one I call my “Shadow.” But with all files destroyed as part of that program, no one can tell us apart for sure. Is it him or me or both of us or none of us anymore? It also doesn’t help that he looks like me and is the same age. It doesn’t help that Main State protects him in his using my identity. He entrenched under my identity so quickly because of exigent circumstances that he can’t now get out of it. Right now he’s playing the idiot, ensuring that no one thinks he’s the one who would have been capable of doing what he did under my name. But the more I protest that I’m just me, the more it’s thought I’m some sort of agent. No. That’s why I say “No.” I would say yes if this other thing was cleared up. But then, if it were, there would be no more interest in me, would there? No. So, for all this, I just have to say “No.” This CIA guy even asked me what my job title was in the CIA, after me denying such connections with the CIA for the zillionth time. Just. No.

But this CIA guy doesn’t take “No!” for an answer. What to do?

P.S. [And postscripts are always the purpose of anything written, right?] The central point in such conversations comes down to what to do about stuff. I repeat the central point of Pope Benedict’s Regensburg Address, that dialogue must use reason, and then add the response of Islamicists throughout the world, that no dialogue with reason is possible on religious grounds. We say that there is an analogy of reason with God and God’s creatures, so that although God’s ways are above our fallen ways, but that nevertheless, what is truly judged to be just and good by God should also be judged to be just and good by ourselves, His creatures. Islamicists, instead, say that this is not the case, that Allah’s reasoning is simply totally different and contradictory to our reasoning with no analogy between the two, so that what is judged to be just and good by Allah is judged to be unjust and evil by us, though we should, in the opinion of Islamicists, do Allah’s bidding anyway, as in putting children to death as “martyrs” for the cause, with bombs strapped to them. Every time I make that central point that is admitted by all on both sides, it is NOT accepted by The Debriefer guy, but just dismissed, blown off, really, as in “Yawn… interesting” – every time – and said with the most bored to death tone of voice ever, even while immediately then moving on in the conversation. Look, if The Company wants to be up front and have me teach counterintel about religious stuff, I would happy to do so. But all this other F***ery has to stop. When will we get serious. Too many people are dead. Oh. That’s right. That’s the point. More suicide. Which brings me back to the GTMO guys giving me an assignment concerning murder portrayed as suicide. Oh, and didn’t we have an Islamicist a while back as Director of the CIA? Oh, I see.

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And we’re back!

More work on Monday but we have water and sewer. The temple – church – can be reopened. Its been going on seven weeks. We can go in now. Mass at 5:15pm. Hey! It’s the feast of the presentation of Mary.

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I’m racking my brains: Pope Francis, personnel as policy, real due process

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2018-11-17 · 11:40 am

After first good freeze colors turned: constancy of God’s love in creation.

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This is the Southern U.S., obviously. The North is weighted down with the first good snowstorm of the season. Meanwhile, in the South, we’re still fully in the midst of hurricane season, not to say that we’ll be getting any more hurricanes.

One might legitimately ask why – on a blog that once in a while tries to go out into the darkest of existential peripheries in order to help direct people in some way closer to Christ Jesus – why oh why bother with putting up posts like this when sightings of such beauty can be had by just about anyone anywhere anytime by anybody.

Sometimes the last thing we can see with any appreciation is what’s right in front of us, taking it for granted as we do, missing, then, the constant among us, which is God’s care for us whether we are in the darkest of existential peripheries or not.

In Romans chapter 1, we read that “What can be known about God is evident to them, because God made it evident to them. Ever since the creation of the world, His invisible attributes of eternal power and divinity have been able to be understood and perceived in what he has made” so that they could know God and “accord Him glory as God” and “give Him thanks.”

Saint Paul doesn’t make any distinction about anyone haven’t entitlement to not notice God as the Creator because of their being in or not being in the darkest of existential peripheries. In other words, we can “hear” – if you will – all of creation speaking of the care of God for us, enough that we give Him thanks, despite whatever conditions we find ourselves to be in.

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Homily 2018 11 08 Jesus: on repenting

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