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Father Gordon has never seen his own FaceBook page but others post on his behalf. Content from TheseStoneWalls has been very popular on TheseStoneWalls FaceBook page. Posts from TSW have been very popular there especially with Catholic FaceBook “Groups”. There are people who post dozens of times a day elsewhere on FaceBook on their own pages, but nothing had been posted on my behalf for well over two days.
FaceBook blocked the graphic above from being posted on the following groups:
- Roman Catholic Republicans Faithful to the Church
- Catholic Pro-Life
- Priests for Life
- Catholic News Agency
- Catholic News and Discussion
- Sensus Fidelium
- Catholic Writers
- Catholic Media
- Catholic Fellowship on Facebook
- One Million Connected Catholics
- Catholic Strong
- Catholic Spiritual Warfare in Today’s World
- The Catholics Writers Guild
- …including many others such as FoxNews Groups, etc.
Even just two or three of the above have a readership of over 1/2 million followers.
The reason FaceBook gave is:
“FaceBook must place limits on how often you can post.”
FaceBook invited Father Gordon MacRae to make a rebuttal, which is as follows:
“FaceBook has been criticized for limiting or blocking conservative content. This is an example.”
The specific post being blocked in this very popular article by Father MacRae:
Was front page of The Big PULPIT on this Thursday past. However, we need YOU to share this as much as you can to get out the truth, those of you especially who have internet audiences.
Statement from Father Gordon J. MacRae:
- “I may be the only priest free enough to write this. The Leftist Mobs cannot throw me in jail. They can only block me on FaceBook.”
Pilate in the center, Jesus in light, Barabbas in the dark.
When Pilate asks whom the people want him to release, as was the custom during the High Holy Days, the people shout repeatedly: “We want Barabbas! We want Barabbas!”
Jesus is the Divine Son of the Father, laying down His life for us, the Innocent for the guilty, taking on the punishment each one of us deserves so as to have the right in His own justice to have mercy on us. Hours before, in the Garden of Gethsemane, Jesus prayed to His Father: “Abba! Father!”
Jesus, the Divine Son of the Father is passed over in favor of Barabbas, whose name, in full irony, means “Son of the Father.” And so are we all created and now redeemed as children of our gracious Heavenly Father.
Has any of us ever said about anyone anywhere, “Better him than me”?
Meanwhile, the people, all of us, received what we wanted: Barabbas.
And then this is what happened to Jesus before being crucified:
Notice the clever film editing: Jesus, who was at the right hand of the political powers that be, is now on the left hand of the political powers that be.
Humor: So, in prison, two good friends, Father Gordon MacRae and Pornchai Maximilian Moontri, celebrated Palm Sunday Mass with the reading of the Passion. Max took all the parts except Jesus and the Narrator, meaning he also had, for instance, the crowd.
Max, you have to know, is from Thailand, and grew up speaking Thai until 11 years old, when he was effectively stolen away to Maine, being a horrific saga that has turned out well in the end. The point is that he doesn’t have perfect English Pronunciation of Hebrew, which means that… drum roll… wait for it…
At the point where the crowd yells: “We want Barabbas! We want Barabbas!” Max instead reads, entirely innocently: “We want Baber-Ass! We want Baber-Ass!”
Father Gordon said that he somehow contained his laughter. I would have laughed so loudly the guards would have had to show up in force.
This is one of those epic, epic moments in the life of Jesus’ little flock. A story that will surely be told in heaven, hopefully with also a redeemed and saved Barabbas listening.
Meanwhile, on this Friday of Easter week – every day like Easter Day…
That’s the original cover of Jackass for the Hour, my ecclesiastical thriller novel on the deadly intrigue of today’s interreligious politics, with its accompanying pen-name, Renzo di Lorenzo, which pen-name I was soon to abandon.
Without having read that work, a while back a priest friend offered a prejudicial critique of Jackass for the Hour, saying (1) that no saint has ever penned a novel and (2) that the entire modus operandi of a novel is an invitation to demonic influence by the writer, who necessarily jumps from senseless thought to other idiocies of his own life, making for what I had already thought through – and answered – myself calling such methodology the results of a mere autobiographical laxative. I protested that what I had done was different, that I had thought it through, that it was extremely tightly scripted, much like a very large mathematical equation. He repeated that no saint ever let their guard down to do such a dangerous thing. And then he said a dozen times if once that it would necessarily be a mere repeat of the rubbishy work of Malachi Martin. Blech. I was disheartened. No hope for me, especially because I had enjoyed writing so very much. I was trying to follow about the only novel I had ever read – The Sum of All Fears – in its intense in media res story line breaks. It’s like the adrenaline of extreme sports without the broken bones.
Then I mentioned this put-down of all novels yet again today to Father Gordon MacRae, an intellectual and literary giant in his own right. He rejected the put-down instantaneously, calling my attention to the fact that John Henry Cardinal Newman is now a canonized saint of the Catholic Church, and that this intellectual and literary giant in fact wrote a novel, a book-length epic poem called – The Dream of Gerontius – that recalls in style and substance The Divine Comedy by Dante Alighieri. And he did this after his conversion to the Catholic Church.
While Jackass for the Hour is 9.37 times the length of Newman’s The Dream of Gerontius, and while I’m NOT an intellectual or literary giant, but am only one more of the millions of people who perhaps unfortunately have a keyboard to play with, I must say that I feel vindicated in some small way. That makes my day.
UPDATE: After more fierceness, a LEO catechumen came to the rescue, texting me this picture of the cover of a novel by, as he said: “SAINT Thomas More”:
In Father Gordon J MacRae’s own words:
“In the course of my 1994 trial, and while sentenced to life in prison, and during State and habeas corpus appeals I have never been allowed to utter a single word in my own defense. In 2011 a two-part documentary video was made of my testimony. It went missing for several years and has just turned up.”
The insanity of self-congratulators, self-proclaimed heroes of a witch-hunt, only destroys justice for all, making hatred into a virtue, further destroying lives. People will get sick of allegations being made equal to guilt and no longer listen to real victims. False accusers, drawn by the lure of ultra-super-easy money, will also live destroyed lives. Justice, due process – what priests have not been afforded – is important, more important than the self-hero worship of bishops who proclaim themselves to be “tough on abuse” when they simply continue to abuse justice, entrenching in the basic problem all the more with abuse of authority.
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.”
Father Gordon J MacRae, troublemaker that he is, since he was a six year old, composed and broadcast this poem out loud, before God and everyone:
Isn’t it nice that we have faces
They contain my favorite places
Eyes to see
Ears to hear
Nose to smell and
Mouth for beer
Wow. At six years old! I love it.
It’s reminiscent of SCOTUS Justice Brett Michael Kavanaugh’s love for beer. ;-)
BTW, there’s no yearbook for six year olds, nor any Senate Committee by which he might defend his reputation against, say, Voice of the “Faithful.”
Father Gordon MacRae (About) has after a dozen years finally been able to publish the article of his life, that is, not about himself, but about his cell-mate in prison:
These spiral notebooks of blank, lined pages were envisioned and created and sent to me by Father Gordon and Max and dearest Charlene Duline (my all time favorite State Department diplomat who also totally spoils Laudie-dog and Shadow-dog).
I’m wondering what they have in mind with these notebooks, as they have at other times said in all humor and in all truth that “Father Byers doesn’t have an unpublished thought.” Ha ha ha.
When I was doing my doctoral thesis, and when I was writing my first[!] novel, I used to carry around paper and pen everywhere, no matter what. After all, you never know when ideas, when solutions to impossible conundrums are going to pounce on heart and mind. I many times had to control myself from stopping mid-step while crossing busy Roman streets so as to jot down some notes. Many times I could be seen writing notes while driving a scooter on the way to some Missionaries of Charity house outside of Rome to say Mass early in the morning. But with the pictures and titles of these note-pads, what could the message possibly be?
Anyway, it is they, Father Gordon and Max who are themselves gifts to me. Both are the most extraordinary people, so balanced, so humorous, so insightful, having not only the wisdom of suffering while at the same time always coming to know Jesus’ friendship all the more. I do not know where I would have been without them. Jesus is good and kind in granting that we help each other get along to heaven.
Anyway, anyone have any ideas about what is intended to fill the pages of these note-books?
During my last hours in Rome I made a pilgrimage to Saint Lawrence’s prison. It’s terribly, terribly tiny, and often has about an extra 18 inches of water on the floor when it rains. This
Here’s the high altar:
Some historical notes. I’m sure some of you can translate these:
And here’s the entrance to the prison. The steps down are very steep.
I felt compelled to pray for Fr Gordon MacRae and Pornchai here. Saint Lawrence was imprisoned with a non-Christian who was blind, but who miraculously received his sight at the intercession of Saint Lawrence and who then requested to be baptised there in prison. I’m sure you can draw an analogy. Will you join me with some prayers?
Angel of God…
Saint Michael the Archangel…
Yesterday was the anniversary of my priestly ordination. Always a happy occasion for me. But also a chance to reevaluate. I figured I should take a wee break from blogging so as to reorganize, so as to push the reset button, something like shaking one’s legs out at a starting line just before a sprint, just before entrenching yet again on the starting blocks and then bursting forth.
Within a few hours of my putting up a post that I was taking a break from blogging Father Gordon MacRae (About) gave me a call as he does very frequently. He started a discussion about blogging as he’s writing a post for These Stone Walls which I’ll be editing for him next week. I told him what I was up to, but then he convinced me not to take any break at all. He even encouraged me about my rather sharp sense of irony and sometimes “scorched earth” writing as he calls it. Some time ago I asked Father Gordon to be my spiritual director and so, O.K., I’ll keep on writing. I am reminded of a certain race in which a father burst out on to the race track to help his son. Goodness. This video is disallowed by the International Olympic Committee from WordPress as they want to get advertising. Just click the “watch on youtube” link. If an add pops up before the video, just click “skip” in the lower right of the video box. It’s truly worth it. Draw the analogy.
Priests with a common bond in the High Priest, Christ Jesus, encourage each other. Thanks Father Gordon.
Arise! Let us be going!
I think this is the best message I’ve ever received on a printed Christmas card. This is written by a real believer:
And then there is the hand written message. This is surely the best message that I’ve ever received on a hand-written Christmas card. And yet, it is very distressing. I share this with you not to toot my own horn, but to remind you of the state of affairs that we presently have in the Church, whereby those who are thrown on the trash heap of expediency of no due process are left to rot by their “friends” and comrades in arms, as it were:
Perhaps it’s just that I absolutely don’t care what other people think about my being in solidarity with those in prison. And as it is, prison is wherever you happen to be, whether in or out of any stone walls, because it is also a matter of the spirit.
We were all in the prison of original sin and whatever other rubbish sin in our own lives, and Christ Jesus put Himself in our place, allowing Himself to be imprisoned overnight after His condemnation by the Sanhedrin and before His condemnation by Pontius Pilate. We were all useless sinners, dark, egotistic, having no merit of which to boast, in the prison of self-limited spirits.
Jesus didn’t put any limit on visiting prisoners. He didn’t say to visit only those who are innocent or who didn’t receive proper due-process of law (such as Father Gordon and Pornchai Maximilllian of Christmas card fame above). He didn’t say to visit only those who believe in Him. Jesus is our Savior, that is, yours and mine as well. Jesus simply wants us to share the greatest love of our lives – Jesus – with others, particularly with those who especially need His love. This is the way to evangelize. It’s like teaching a class: involve the troublemakers on the fringes and the rest of the class will excel all the more. But not for that purpose, but because that troublemaker is himself redeemed and loved by the Creator and Savior of the world. After all, I’m that troublemaker and people helped me.
People are afraid to do any of this also for the reason that they will be “tainted” because, you know, you have that kind of prisoner as your friend?! Therefore you must be a criminal in the same way as that kind of prisoner. But, secretly, such a bully with such an opinion is envious of the freedom of the children of God to share the greatest love in their lives. And then they throw tantrums all the more.
As far as priests go, it’s extremely rare for me to find a priest who is indignant that his fellow priests are subjected to a system of no-due-process. So many are eager to side with no-due-process so that they can look tough, like heroes. Really? It will all catch up with them. What’s my answer to all that?
I recommend letting love cast out all fear and self-congratulation and simply sharing the greatest love of our lives with all those whom Christ Jesus has already redeemed on the Cross. All are redeemed. We are to desire that all be saved even if not all will be saved. It’s just that we don’t know who’s who, and so we must be in anguish to evangelize until we draw our last breath in this world.
There are those who think that anyone who has sinned, ever, are hopeless, useless, and to be condemned, no forgiveness, no mercy. But they include themselves in this. Those who show no mercy will not receive mercy. But just know that Father G and P-Max are visiting you in your prison by praying for you.
After all, that the irony isn’t it? That by visiting those in prison we ourselves are set free?
Father Gordon laughs about it. But it’s deadly serious. But there’s nothing anyone can do about it. Not lawsuits. Not complaining. Nothing.
Last Thursday night the right side of Father Gordon’s face swelled up, sealing that eye shut. He was in extreme pain. He has had a severe sinus infection off and on for years. This time it seems to have eaten away to the skull. Friday morning they said, imho, facetiously, that it wasn’t a sinus infection affecting the root of a tooth, but rather the infection of a root of a tooth affecting his sinuses… so… no big deal then!
They said they would get antibiotics for him. But now, days later, the next week, swelling still there, no antibiotics. That kind of rotting infection can cause septicemia, which is fatal in 50% of cases (Mayo Clinic). This seems to be cruel and unusual punishment, a kind of death sentence inflicted by no-one-is-responsible-for-this-it-just-slipped-through-the-cracks way of going about things. The next step is for blood clots to form, clots which kill off internal organs, killing the person.
An example: A prisoner is only allowed to renew prescriptions such as heart meds 5 days in advance, though it takes 15 days for refills and so people just go ahead and die. This is known, and, therefore, it seems to me, is murder wrought by people who may well be paid to reduce the “tax burden” by reducing the inmate population. But if you want less prisoners, change the sentencing laws. Otherwise, we’re paying to watch murder.
The “solution” right now is that everyone who wants to complain that they are actively dying because of a lack of heart meds should go to sick-call at 7:00 AM for all 1500 prisoners, with only 15 seats and with 30 people waiting and you are cancelled or sick-call is cancelled altogether periodically.
This reminds me the Gulag Archipelago by Aleksandr Isayevich Solzhenitsyn, who wrote about the scariest thing in his prison, not the torture, but the eyes of his torturers: no conscience whatsoever.
Update: He got his antibiotics the other night!
Prayers for Father Gordon J MacRae, please. Urgent.
Back again in the same place, with Max again asking upside down questions to Father Gordon, that is, peering over the top bunk or a 4-tier bunk bed with Father Gordon on the floor bunk, this amidst a zillion other similar bunks out in the main top floor of a “new” pod to which they moved. The chances of this favorable development coming about are zero. “It never happens.” This is the direct result of your prayers. Miraculous. So, thanks go to ye all.
It seems that netflix has a series on the murder of a nun in the 1970s. It seems that the series implies that Father Maskell was a suspect with the motivation that a thirty years post-“incident” allegation of abuse was made against him, the imagined cover-up of abuse being the motivation for the innocent until proven guilty priest to murder the nun.
I was told by Father Gordon J MacRae today that Father Maskell was investigated by Baltimore County PD as a possible suspect in the murder. Father MacRae told me that he actually worked as a counselor for the Baltimore County PD in the 1970s and was well aware of this case. He said that “Father Maskell was absolutely cleared as a suspect,” and that “it was not until 1992 that an accusation of abuse first surfaced alleged to have happened 30 years earlier.” He said that “the netflix implication was that he killed the nun to cover for the abuse. That is absolutely nonsense.”
Father Gordon MacRae went on to tell me that “the reason I know this is because my supervisor knew Father Maskell from this investigation and told me that he had been absolutely eliminated as a suspect. She (P.H.) was the commander of the Youth Services Division.
As he told me these things I recalled the multitude of Catholic journalists who jumped on the “accusation is evidence” bandwagon so as to build themselves up. Sheesh. This kind of fake news only promotes more actual abuse for the reason that sooner or later no one will take any possible victim seriously. The fake news crowd are as bad as actual abusers. There is nothing more hateful to those actually abused other than perhaps seeing those who prostitute themselves to political correctness, gaining praise at the cost of the sufferings of those who have actually been abused.
You know who they are in the Catholic media who are always full of fake news.
Last week the post Fr MacRae’s request of Padre Pio: help! was published here and on Father Gordon J MacRae’s Facebook Page. That got 915 shares as of this writing, with quite a good number those people being pray-ers. This was a request for Padre Pio’s help. There is news. This morning during our usual hour-long telephone conversation, I asked Father Gordon if there was any news on the health front. Here are some notes of what he said:
- My neck is substantially better.
- I can use my right shoulder.
- The pain is gone entirely. I can move my head more than I have been able to in the last number of years.
- And the lump has receded enormously.
- And we have not yet been moved.
- Padre Pio came through. I thanked him last night for coming through.
- Thank everyone for all the prayers. Their prayers are very efficacious.
So, there you have it. Now, I have another few requests:
- Thank Padre Pio for coming through.
- Continue to ask Padre Pio about the resolution of Father Gordon’s situation.
- And please, please, say a wee prayer for each other, as I’m afraid that quite a number of you did up some extraordinary prayers and sacrifices for Father Gordon and need a bit of support from each other as well. Hail Mary…
Thank you all for showing Jesus’ goodness and kindness to Father Gordon.
Father Gordon J MacRae is not one to ask for prayers for himself, ever. But now, it’s different. He’s asking, with reason. For two reasons, actually. Continue reading
Above is most of the campus of the New Hampshire State Prison for men. Note the light colored building on the lower-left just above the baseball field. Father Gordon has been housed on lower-left of the bottom floor of that building for the last 17 years, after having been moved out of many years in much worse conditions.
Below is a view of that building from a perspective 180 degrees around. B-Bravo pod is the one with two levels, where he’s been all this time. He’s now sceduled to move to the part of the building with four levels, which includes 4 pods each with two levels (but not all the way across the building on the central door side): C-Charlie, D-Delta, E-Echo, F-Foxtrot. Father Gordon is scheduled to be moved to C-Charlie pod to the right of the central door (the two bottom levels but nearest to that door).
He’s been in a place with a two man cell, but is now going to a place with 8 man cells, which was always considered punitive. It’s unheard of a long term prisoner who has never had a mark against him to be moved to punitive housing after so many years, especially one who, like Father Gordon, is extremely involved in the life of the whole prison for the better. The little black building at the center bottom is called Checkpoint Charlie after the gate between West Germany and Communist East Germany. Here’s the perspective in 1986 from the Communist side:
We’re hoping that Father Gordon will eventually be moved to what is called “South”, which, in the photo at the top, is the three level building to the bottom right. Please pray that things work out for him. Here’s a generic picture of what a FOUR man cell is like:
The prison cell where Father Gordon is going was made as a FOUR man cell, but each cell in the pod now houses EIGHT men in one cell. Instead of 48 in the pod there are 96. Go ahead, try to figure out how to make an eight man cell out of a four man cell by using the picture above.
Here’s the deal. Father Gordon rightly insists that he is innocent. This is considered a failure of the prison system, as they want him to say that he is guilty. If he does, they would put him in an offender program and, after six months, release him. He has always been able to do this at will over these past decades, but will not, as he is innocent.
Here’s the irony. It is the offender program which is taking over the two man cells where he now lives. They are forcing him into worse housing. Incredible. Please pray that he have the consolation of walking in the presence of Jesus. Hail Mary…
P.S. Don’t think that a lot more faithful priests won’t soon be sharing the same fate if Hillary wins this election. She is intent on forcing Catholics to pay directly into the abortion super-fund by way of a side-payment along with insurance premiums. The faithful priests won’t do it. And then… imagine 16 in the cell above. It will then become like prisons right around the world:
And those on the outside will still have no clue, no clue at all. Oblivious. Hail Mary…