“En Priere”, Bill Douglas, from the album “Kaleidoscope”, (1993)
Well, it has been over a month since I last sat down to write. Life has intervened with broken roof drains and blown out electrical fixtures and complicated by heavy rains we had some flooding in our building and also blah, blah, blah … life is like that isn’t it. Everyone has problems and everyone likes to believe that their troubles are the most important and troublesome of them all, but rarely is it really so. Still, October is coming up quick so we have something to look forward to.
So how does one write about what one is upset with and still embrace the cross. As Saint Faustina remarked in her diary, she saw a vision of Christ on his cross and He instructed her to look at the accompanying groups, multitudes, of souls.
There was one group who were crucified like Christ, there was a second group who while not crucified exactly still carried their crosses clasped firmly in their hands and held to their bosom, and then there was a third group who were not embracing their crosses but rather were dragging them behind them across the land dissatisfied and complaining loudly all the while.
His word to her was that those who resembled Him most in their suffering would resemble Him most in Glory in Heaven. Something to think about when one is aware that one is most likely in the third group, the complainers, if one is even good enough to get into the picture and is not still wallowing amongst the miserable lost souls.
And if I spend my writing time articulating what is wrong with our current society and those things which I find provoke me am I being “humble” or “prideful”, am I complaining and judgemental or am I, like Cassandra on the walls of Troy, sounding the alarm to deaf ears all around me.
As John Ralston Saul pointed out, in “Voltaire’s Bastards“, the Devil is in the Regulations, and those who write the Briefing Books run the show. Whatever one’s views or thoughts, it is a grim fact that, in Canada, it is now legal to kill inconvenient citizens, and inconvenient children, not just inconvenient babies.This is our “Final Solution”, our “Choice”.
Remember, “Arbeit macht frei“. You think these things cannot happen here? I was born in and lived in Montreal for years. I experienced the October Crisis, and Papa Trudeau’s respect for Rule of Law, up close and personal. Je me souviens.
“Like other periods of the history of the Church, the present has ushered in a new ascension of interior purification, on the sole condition that the faithful show themselves proud enough in the confession of their faith in Christ, generous enough in suffering to face the oppressors of the Church with the strength of their faith and charity.
May the holy time of Lent and Easter, which preaches interior renovation and penance, turn Christian eyes towards the Cross and the risen Christ; be for all of you the joyful occasion that will fill your souls with heroism, patience and victory.
Then We are sure, the enemies of the Church, who think that their time has come, will see that their joy was premature, and that they may close the grave they had dug. The day will come when the Te Deum of liberation will succeed to the premature hymns of the enemies of Christ …” para 42, Mit Brennender Sorge
We look out across a landscape of declining morality, the tragedy of moral relativity, where the value of a human being is in their perceived utility and if they fail the litmus test of utility they are disposed of and sold for parts. I heard a talk recently in which the highly reputed speaker mentioned that since Roe vs Wade in the 70’s our culture has murdered 1.5 Billion babies. That’s right, 1.5 Billion inconvenient children killed to make it easier for us to pursue our carnal gratification and appetites, to “do our own thing” with no consequences or responsibilities.
Our own visions of “Soylent Green” dance through our heads as we trundle off to the re-education camps being set up by the famous twins separated at birth. Or perhaps we are only looking at a simple Good Cop, Bad Cop routine … “take me or you will have to take him”. I don’t know, what do you think?
There are some sinister overtones and similarities, no? On the one hand we have a villain born of a bloodline of villains according to international opinion, an utterly failed economy, a population held in terror of the state, and holding office by virtue of son-ship.
A Great Leader unanimously condemned on all sides, with only one significant player abstaining, and that player having a close and special relationship with Canada and Canada’s government.
The Prince On The White Horse, John Albert Thomas
In counterpoint to the bad actor, we have, home at 24 Sussex Drive, the Drama Coach. Also holding office by virtue of pedigree, a playboy with a silver spoon and a Mercedes and a projected 100+ billion deficit before our next election coming in October 2019.
And we have a population, citizens, voters, without a true voice in the Capital, where everything is controlled by the iron fist of the PMO, or in the state controlled national media (aka the CBC), of the deviants, by the deviants, for the deviants.
Methinks the Communist Party of China is a much heavier hitter than Senator Brazeau. To give this all some context, think of that great first year Boxing farce as a High School skit between two class clowns,
Do we see Justin going the distance with Xi and Vlad, hmmm? A charming class clown who no-one on the international stage takes seriously as he sucks up to virtually every regime out there in a desperate bid for acceptance of his handlers and their policies, no longer the cool kid in class, the snowboarder seeks approval.
I read somewhere a reference to “Big Trump” and “Little Potato”, but it seems that when the rubber hits the road we end up with pressure from the Big Boy south of 49 and counter pressure from the Big Red Dragon, and manufactured political scandals to distract the low information voters from reality.
There was a man once, who said: “plus ça change, plus c’est la même chose“, Jean-Baptiste Alphonse Karr (24 November 1808 – 29 September 1890) was a French critic, journalist, and novelist. His epigrams are frequently quoted, and that “plus ca change” line is one of his best.
Another was on a proposal to abolish capital punishment, “je veux bien que messieurs les assassins commencent” “let the gentlemen who do the murders take the first step”, or “I wish the assassins to go first”, a view which I share. Are we not on the brink of a bold new social experiment? After first hand witness to the fall-out of Roe vs Wade, can we not imagine where this will end?
To paraphrase Karr, with respect to euthanasia, “je veux bien que messieurs les bureaucrats commencent”. Not much has changed since 1937, Just the level of sophistication of the players and the level of ignorance of the voters. I will paraphrase from a book I am reading called “The Crown of Sanctity: On the Revelations of Jesus to Louisa Piccarreta” by Daniel O’Connor
I have “adjusted” the specific context from the book to the general context of our modern society. It’s really all about “interest” isn’t it?
The poison of interest has invaded everyone, and since almost all of our leadership and management are taken by this fever, they lack the courage to correct and to check those who depend on them for leadership and guidance and discipline. And the love and mercy of Jesus Christ is not understood by any of those who are not stripped of everything and of everyone.
They cannot hear Him and do not want to hear Him. His voice resounds very badly to their hearing; even more, it seems an absurdity to them — the claim that Jesus is “the Way, the Truth, and the Life” is, to use the words of St. Paul, “a folly to the Jews and a stumbling block to the Gentiles, something that is not appropriate for the human condition. And what is the source of all of this — that is, this whole tragedy? Interest.
Politicians and CEO’s, Bureaucrats and Executives, middle managers and the rank and file, who do not undertake their vocation, their jobs, in accordance with their responsibilities and promises, but rather in accordance with the opportunities it provides for their own interest: comfort, pleasure, enjoyments, popularity, security, etc.
Faith is almost extinguished among the Western peoples in this our modern day, and if there is any spark left, it is as though hidden under cold ashes. Life, which is almost completely secularized, and maybe worse than that, as well as the examples of our leadership, which are not good, lend a hand to extinguish this small remaining spark of faith.
And the most insurmountable stumbling block is mere self-interest. Self-interest is the wood worm of leadership at all levels, which renders them like rotten wood, that is fit only for burning. Interest makes our leadership and management a laughing stock, the mockery of the people, and the idol of their families.
And what about all these programs for the Little People, the voters who they supposedly serve and by which, at election time, they justify their existence? Where and who do they actually help?
They do good to the rich; they have time for the rich, but by them also the poor are almost excluded; for the poor they have no time; for the poor they have not a word of comfort or help to tell them; they send them away, reaching the point of pretending they are ill or setting up vacant gatekeeper positions which supposedly have to “approve” program delivery decisions.
But then, if a rich person would show up, it is all the opposite: they would not hesitate one instant; time, words, comforts, help…, they would find anything for the rich.
I’ll end this post with another reference to Mark Mallet’s blog post of March 12, 2012. “As more and more people are waking up to the growing persecution of the Church, this writing addresses why, and where it’s all heading. First published December 12th, 2005, … “
As Ned Stark said, “Winter is coming”. Always remember, “be charitable in your judgements, never take yourself too seriously” and of course “Do not argue with an idiot. He will drag you down to his level and beat you with experience.” Sometimes when I post, I look at my sig and wish that I’d follow my own damned advice.