On the way of the cross
(Matthew 4:1-11; Mark 1:12-13)
1 AND Jesus being full of the Holy Ghost, returned from the Jordan, and was led by the Spirit into the desert, 2 For the space of forty days; and was tempted by the devil. And he ate nothing in those days; and when they were ended, he was hungry. 3 And the devil said to him: If thou be the Son of God, say to this stone that it be made bread. 4 And Jesus answered him: It is written, that Man liveth not by bread alone, but by every word of God.
5 And the devil led him into a high mountain, and shewed him all the kingdoms of the world in a moment of time; 6 And he said to him: To thee will I give all this power, and the glory of them; for to me they are delivered, and to whom I will, I give them. 7 If thou therefore wilt adore before me, all shall be thine. 8 And Jesus answering said to him: It is written: Thou shalt adore the Lord thy God, and him only shalt thou serve.
9 And he brought him to Jerusalem, and set him on a pinnacle of the temple, and he said to him: If thou be the Son of God, cast thyself from hence. 10 For it is written, that He hath given his angels charge over thee, that they keep thee. 11 And that in their hands they shall bear thee up, lest perhaps thou dash thy foot against a stone. 12 And Jesus answering, said to him: It is said: Thou shalt not tempt the Lord thy God. 13 And all the temptation being ended, the devil departed from him for a time.
Holy Mary Mother Of God
The Second Coming
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi Troubles my sight:
somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
William Butler Yeats (1865 – 1939)
Winterborn, This Sacrifice
Do we recognize our world in “the Second coming”? The “Now” is the domain of Satan “for to me they are delivered, and to whom I will, I give them” – “slouches towards Bethlehem to be born” and bringing with it death death and more death. 2000 years brings us thoroughly into the 20th century, the bloodiest, cruelest, most murderous century in all of human history. The rough beast is obviously an alliteration to the Evil One of this world, manifested in communism, socialism, secular progressiveism “somewhere in the sands of the desert” the material fruition of the predominant culture of ISIS land.
On other fronts, (and they are “Fronts”) is it coincidence how the stats relating international condom sales are mirrored by the stats for unwed motherhood and abortion? These “keys” to personal freedom and happiness have in fact actually cursed our culture leading to unprecedented levels of misery and murder. Rachel Carson killed millions because raptors are are more important than human beings.
We murder millions in the name of convenience and “freedom” and murdered millions more by exercising an option in favor of animals over human beings, as long as those humans were not here in River City and as long as the millions most definitely didn’t include us. And the Atheist Brights see only despair and futility. How are things now Mr. Yeats?
The Return of the King
From a long past hospital bed amongst the dieing, David Warren:
“… This led to a little logical quandary. If this is so, I thought, in a budding scholastic way, the arrow of time must be an illusion. But it can only be so, because it is not an illusion. For it was something not imagined and “abstract” but constructed from the indisputably real and corporally present. For now I do not mean the moment itself — the short space occupied within a single second — but each and every living sparrow, each growing leaf, and every particle of dust floating in the air. All were unmistakably real, and each will always have been, here, in the co-ordinates of this moment. I could “prove” this, easily to myself, because I was here, too.
Perhaps these things are hard to describe. “Nothing is lost.” That was the “moral,” if you will, that I took from that moment, and as I say, it was “a sign of the times,” vouchsafed to me by the Heaven, by the Grace of God, as I now realize. Yet no empire had crumbled, and the sky had not turned red. So many people, even in my inbox, are almost in a state of despair about “the way things are going.” It would sound glib to say, “Don’t worry about it.”
The Biblical expression is less glib. It is voiced as an angelic command: “Fear not.” … the bible … fell open at one of the young nurse’s bookmarks: “God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble. Therefore will not we fear, …” Though the earth be removed. Though the mountains be carried into the midst of the sea. Though the waters thereof roar and be troubled. Though the mountains shake with the swelling thereof.
Into The West
We are born to die, and then … our choices matter.