Even while the Department of State is doing all they can to forbid flights evacuating U.S. citizens and translators from Afghanistan they claim credit for the rescue of four Americans.
There comes a time in everyone’s life when you have to choose either to continuing living your life as a lie, hating God and neighbor and self, or to make radical changes in one’s life to live with honesty and integrity, with purity of heart and agility of soul.
It’s a choice between life and death, eternal life and eternal death.
People are scared to look at that choice. Many entrench, blinding themselves all the more, rationalizing about choices they “have to make because ____(fill in the blank)____. And before they know it, they become murderers.
There is the occasional report of resignations from those who have not only seen the light, but then stayed in the light.
Book 11 of the Confessions of Saint Augustine describes the hell of time for unbelievers, all surreal, all dissociative, the future now presently past, no possibility of being in solidarity with others, simply wasting time marking time.
Biden checked his watch each time a coffin was carried out of the plane, thirteen times…
Did you ever notice that the Dali’s time-pieces are not all in sync? One has been thrown off, slowed down by six minutes by the Lord of the Flies, the death monger, Satan, making all seem absurd, surreal…
Look at the time piece draped over the coffin[?]; just under the “12” you’ll see a fly and its shadow.
But Saint Augustine provides the solution, Christ Jesus, for whom time is but a creation that He holds in His hands, from beginning to end. Jesus said that when He would be lifted up on the cross, stretching out His hands on the cross, He would draw all to Himself right across time into that one hour of mercy, where we could then be in solidarity with Him being in solidarity with us, in which time we would not be wasting time marking time. With Jesus we are brought into all time and out of time into eternity with Him. After all:
Copiosa apud eum redemptio – Redemption is abundant with Him
This is the Redemptorist church near Saint Mary Major Basilica in Rome, which I would pass by, and enter into, frequently. Mercy is based on justice. It is justice which makes mercy credible. But we have to choose with God’s grace to believe. We have to choose to see the justice of the wounds bringing mercy. We have to choose to see the coffins of those who laid down their lives for others, giving their lives that others may live.
Traitor Joe purposely left untold numbers of American citizens and Afghani interpreters behind to be methodically executed as had already been happening. We knew all this would happen – as scripted – long ago. It sends a message.
But now we’ve been pretending to solve all our problems with the murder of American Citizens in the womb for so long that it’s second nature to us just to go ahead and kill everyone: abortifacients, abortion, infanticide, and the purposed removal of live, healthy, fully developed, viable babies while extracting their organs for research and/or development and/or testing of “vaccines.” Murder for self-benefit.
I’m sure to be reprimanded by someone somewhere for “playing partisan politics” with this blog post. So, let’s tell it as it really is, shall we? I mean, why blame Traitor Joe? He’s just the easy, low hanging fruit. There are others who are much more responsible than he is for any death and destruction.
Our religious leaders – who should be leading the way with all that is respectful of God and neighbor and self – have instead dulled the consciences of all right through these decades, hurting the Lord’s Little Flock:
“You can choose according to your mature Christian conscience to go ahead and murder those made in the image and likeness of God, those least of the brethren with whom Jesus Himself identifies: ‘What you have done to the least of these you have done to Me’. So, go ahead, be mature! Kill ’em all!” (said with toothy smiles).
Once you murder the least of the brethren for your own benefit, it’s all becomes that blatant. And they don’t even realize that anymore. These “leaders” blather on about how people will work their way to heaven, saving themselves by supposedly exercising their consciences by going ahead and choosing to get the “vaccine” that involves the murder of the little ones. But murder is not what a conscience decides is right to choose. No. This sophistry is straight out of hell. It was used for contraception and abortifacients and abortion with a vengeance against life especially starting in July of 1968 in the rebellion against Pope Paul VI’s encyclical letter on human life, Humanae vitae, a vengeance that has only become more violent as the decades have clicked by. Now even the “orthodox” and “good” bishops are presiding over putting the image of Jesus to death so that they might look clever and nice and thus be able to be promoted. Ooo! Promotion! The same brow beating that went on then goes on now. Priests are removed for respecting Jesus in the least of the brethren.
But an erroneous conscience does not save. Only Jesus saves. Pope Pius XII says in his encyclical Mystici Corporis that Christ Jesus, from the first moment of His conception, embraced the entirety of the members of the Mystical Body of Christ, those He came to redeem and save. But Jesus in the womb is the last One these “leaders” will speak about when they provide rationalizations, sophistries, to go ahead and kill those in the womb who are made in the image and likeness of Jesus Himself. Never. Not once. Why is that. Guilty consciences? They should go to Sacramental Confession. And then confess publicly, guiding those they misled back to Jesus, back to respect for life.
I remember one Bishop in this sorry world – and I know so very many in so very many countries – who ever so condescendingly said that he respects those who for pro-life reasons don’t want to get the “vaccine”, but that in his (arch)diocese they will just keep pushing that everyone get the vaccine, praising those churches which became injection centers, bragging about priests and laity getting vaccines, making life miserable for those who don’t get the vaccine. Condescension praising stupid pro-lifers but marching on to all that is the culture and cult of death cries out to heaven for God Himself to intervene to stop these “leader”-monsters.
Don’t think that our religious “leaders” won’t be participating in photo-opps about how well they murdered people.
Don’t think that our religious “leaders” are not the ones pulling the trigger in that twitter video above.
Since the second that Traitor Biden called for a fear-filled middle of the night retreat betraying everyone in the world and untold numbers of friends on the ground there has been a group of U.S. veterans of Afghanistan who have been working 24/7 to get trusted friends of years out of that now hell-hole. Literally, they’ve not slept for the past week and a half.
I got a call yesterday from this group wanting my contacts actively in communication with what’s happening inside Hamid Karzai International Airport (HKAIA) and environs so that last second logistics could be arranged. I did that. You never know whose friend of a friend will be the key to getting out one… more… soul…
What I heard in the voice of this long-time friend dragged me right into the middle of all this, filling me with adrenaline. I said that I wanted to fly them over right now and Just. Get. The. Job. Done. He was, of course, simply mission driven, dead pan logical, already doing the impossible with the impossible.
Here’s the deal: If I was consulted about HKAIA, a mere priest in the back ridges of Appalachia, you gotta know that the situation is even worse than what we see on the news, much worse. Hell… Hell…
What more can I do? Lower the flag? And pray? Yes, both of these things…
Hopefully this handing over of contact info will be one of a myriad little things that will accomplish the goal, which in this case is about getting close, trusted friends out, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one… no sleep… gotta get it done… one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one … by … … …
… dead … silence …
Hail Mary… pray for us now and at the hour of our death…
Our hero’s tour included getting shot twice, getting an axe to the face, and being blown up with IEDs six times. The last time involved TBI, traumatic brain injury. You know what happens to your ankles and your head when you’re in a “IED-proof” Humvee, right? He would go back if he could. Deployed to Afghanistan in 2010 at 40 years of age (an exception, as he’s really talented), he returned Stateside in 2011.
He wasn’t in the zone long, but saw more action than most might see in multiple wars. And don’t think it’s over for him. He is absolutely constrained to fighting every single day, both with a bad case of PTSD and its nightmare of being “there”, when you want to do more for your brother but can’t because you’re taken out yourself, and then by way of dealing with injuries, walking with a crutch, getting way overtired very quickly, dizzy, and then… and then… the end of the world headaches… end of the world… non stop, 24/7/365. The brain injury takes all of everything to deal with.
Whenever you see a vet, make sure you go way out of your way to thank them for their service back in the day and their continuing service for the burden they carry to this day. They carry us out of harm’s way to this day by having been available to do that for us all.
I’ve been following our hero’s progress for a number of years (he being related to my neighbors back at the hermitage), but never had the privilege of meeting him until now. He and his mom – I’m forever indebted to her for her prayers – drove down all the way from South Dakota. It’s a kind of miracle, really. This is the best he’s ever done, his best day of his best week in all these years – lots of laughter all day long – but… (I’ll get to that “but…” further below).
When he would get a phone call yesterday morning he would have a moment of hilarity, telling the caller that he would have to get back to them as he was busy now teaching a Catholic priest how to take out terrorists. “A what doing what?!” would be the answer. And on it would go. One of his many jobs over the way was to teach Afghanies how to shoot. He was happy to make me an Afghan soldier for my “day off.” He knows what he’s doing; take a gander at this very short video about his work:
After putting this newbie back about 25 feet (four more feet than NC qualification distance for concealed carry), and giving me tips on stance and posture and arms and hands and fingers and eyes and what exactly I’m looking at, he immediately got bored with that and put me back at 75 feet, well over three times the maximum distance, and then talked to me about ballistics and gravity, saying that I would have to work on distances so that calculations as to the drop would be second nature. He also wanted all the other mechanics to be second nature, muscle memory, muscle memory, muscle memory. I have plenty to work on, but apparently have a little bit of potential…
I must say that he’s really good at psychology, as I easily despair if I’m not exactly on center-target every time with my 4″ barrel Glock 19. My chance for depression above is 14 out of 15. But he was very encouraging, insisting that for a newbie at that range for a pistol such as I have, my groupings were really very good because very consistent. All I have to do now is sharpen the mechanics a bit and stay practiced. Did I say he was also deployed in PsyOps?
I take this opportunity to remind the more timid readers that all Catholic priest-chaplains for the great Charlotte-Mecklenburg Police force must go through special FBI training, which includes being trained up in weaponry, particularly pistols. Just sayin’
We also talked quite a bit about shooting while running, something I never thought I would be able to do and which is part of the FBI course mentioned just above. But he said if I had the mechanics down for stationary shooting, the bit about running added no further difficulty, demonstrating just what kind of “run” it is when you’re running and shooting a pistol. Yes, of course, thought I, when I saw this. This is exactly what I’ve already seen with what I know of that FBI course. Great! Anyway, that was that.
He accompanied me to do some errands in town and then get some Chinese before heading back out to – dare I say it in view of recent posts? – “The Farm.” There we met up with the others and had the best homemade pizza ever. I got three big pieces to bring home with me. They’re for lunch and supper. Mmmmmm Mmmmm good!
There was lots of laughter all day long, but nothing compared to what happened when 189 million year old Grandma Clara-Gene joined us on speaker phone and had us all rolling on the floor laughing hysterically with her utterly dead-pan statements about her own proficiency with guns compared to all our ridiculous carry-on about useless target practice, because, you know, after all, if you see something that needs a-killin’ you just shoot it and that’s all there is to it. And actually, if she was in the military, she would be expert and an instructor. To hear this gentle grandma carry on was really a hoot and she very much enjoyed it all as well. It was just a really, really good day for all. But…
I was worried that this might be too much for our hero. It was. I got a call about 20 minutes after I left, when I was already just into the 30 mile dead zone for phones. I got the message only after midnight. He had had a seizure about 15 minutes after I was gone. I feel terribly guilty, but this morning he said that I had nothing to do with it. This is just what happens. He not only didn’t regret anything, he said that he thoroughly enjoyed every minute, having the best time ever, very happy with everything. They do plan to come again. And, of course, I could go and make my way up to where he is. I do have some errands I could do in Minnesota and South Dakota…
Update: They’re on their return trip. Pray for their safe travels: Hail Mary…