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We are at War … in the Amazon?

We are at war … we “humanity” are at war. It is a “Civil War” of global proportions.

It’s Sunday morning, 27th Sunday of “Ordinary Time”.  Beware, the Arians are coming, (what exactly ARE we calling them these days?) dressed in rainbow robes and bringing a gospel of relativism and modernism. Be afraid, be very afraid, common knowledge would have us accept that the Son of God is not divine, not a Trinity at all, but simply part of a new Band …”Grandpa God and The Good Guys”

Civil War Field Hospital

Maybe a free concert at the Amazonian Synod, why not, have to entertain the peasants lest they be distracted and notice that we are tearing down the cathedral around them. Gotta keep all eyes on the stage. Is sarcasm or satire a sin?

Whether we know it or not, we are enveloped in a war of the most significant proportions. This is much more than a war of political ideologies, much more than a war over “real estate”, and certainly much more than a war over resources, or assets, or social policy.

These are all just different “fronts”, different “theaters” in this global war for dominance over the souls of humanity.

This is the ongoing battle between Good and evil. We often do not see it this way, but every thought, every word, every deed affects all of us – enlisted or not – because we are all enlisted in this supernatural civil war. There is no neutral ground.

This world, all of it, is the enemy’s kingdom. We are fighting a civil war, a civil war in which we are the Resistance, we are the “Freedom fighters”, the Guerilla Fighters, the Maquis, the Ghetto Fighters in this modern ghetto we call “Christianity”.

And the enemy is bringing all his power to bear on this pathetic ghetto to crush it absolutely. But the good news is that our warrior king has landed, with his pathfinders and “air support”.

We are in the midst of a universal “D day”. We are hanging on and awaiting the return of the King to this rebel province, in the nativity, life, crucifixion, resurrection and Real Presence, body, blood, soul and divinity, of our Lord Jesus Christ to lead us, guide us, comfort us and heal us.

11And I saw heaven opened: and behold a white horse. And he that sat upon him was called faithful and true: and with justice doth he judge and fight. 12And his eyes were as a flame of fire: and on his head were many diadems. And he had a name written, which no man knoweth but himself. 13And he was clothed with a garment sprinkled with blood. And his name is called: THE WORD OF GOD.

14And the armies that are in heaven followed him on white horses, clothed in fine linen, white and clean. 15And out of his mouth proceedeth a sharp two-edged sword, that with it he may strike the nations. And he shall rule them with a rod of iron: and he treadeth the winepress of the fierceness of the wrath of God the Almighty. 16And he hath on his garment and on his thigh written: KING OF KINGS AND LORD OF LORDS. (Rev. 19:11-16)

Dakota & Paratroops training at Ft. Benning

The sacrament of the Holy Eucharist and the sacrament of Reconciliation are our MRE’s and our MASH unit. The biggest wounds we experience are fear, despair, depression, misery, feeling unworthy, and failure to trust Jesus.

These wounds are inflicted in the 5th column propaganda war waged by this world, by which the prince of this world, the ultimate rebel, seeks to divide us and lead us to desert to his side in this eternal war, to embrace self worship and the treasures of this world.

In our Church, the Holy Eucharist is considered the sacrament of sacraments. It’s the one at the center of our faith. And yet, it’s also so mysterious and miraculous that many of us – at one time or another – may have inadvertently taken it for granted. But it remains the most important nourishment we ever get.

In John 6:51, 54, 56, Jesus said “I am the living bread that came down from heaven; if any one eats of this bread, he will live for ever; . . . he who eats my flesh and drinks my blood has eternal life and . . . abides in me, and I in him.”  From this we are renewed daily and draw strength to continue the battle.

According to the Catechism of the Catholic Church, Jesus “gives us in the Eucharist the pledge of glory with him. Participation in the Holy Sacrifice identifies us with his Heart, sustains our strength along the pilgrimage of this life, makes us long for eternal life, and unites us even now to the Church in heaven, the Blessed Virgin Mary, and all the saints.”

The sacrament of Reconciliation is how we are healed of our wounds and is a fundamental part of the Church’s life and mission. Christ’s victory over sin is a realty in the life of the Church and the world. It is important to realize that the Sacrament of Forgiveness and Reconciliation is the power of Christ’s redeeming blood made effective in our personal lives.

In most of the world the Sacrament of Reconciliation is largely neglected. This is because of the great decline in the moral and religious conscience of our society. The neglect is rooted in our failure to take seriously our lack of love and justice and God’s offer of reconciling mercy.

John Martin – Le Pandemonium – in the Louvre Museum

We are unwilling to accept maturely and responsibility the consequences of the objective truths of our faith, and the responsibility for the results of our actions and lack of actions, our thoughts words and deeds in our daily lives.

Christ’s forgiveness is offered to each individual by means of sacramental absolution given by his ministers of penance. The administration of this sacrament is the primary duty and requirement of His ministers of penance and there is no substitute for this means of Grace which Christ Himself has placed in our hands.

The Good Shepherd lays down his life to protect his sheep. And, from John 6:32 “My Father gives you the true bread from heaven“.  Jesus tries to teach us that we set our sights too low, that we have blinders on.  He has so much more in store for us than ordinary bread, the bread of this world with no past and no future.  The link below to Randall Smith’s article on “Limits” will put you into an excellent article about where we are today in this civil war in which we are engaged. It’s worth every second it takes to read it.

“Remi Brague, French Catholic philosopher and winner of the prestigious Ratzinger Prize, in a lecture at the University of St. Thomas,  suggested that the “secular” are those whose lives are defined by a horizon of a hundred years. “That is simply what the word ‘secular’ means,” he declared.

Rémi Brague at the University of St. Thomas, Houston

In this simple statement we see the difference between a “secular” view of the world as opposed to one whose vantage point is “eternity”. “1940 – Christianity is finished. Communism is the future”.  “The march of progress – think of the good we might gain from killing this embryo.” 

“Witness our current fancy for relativising  and destroying human dignity – the disposable asset called Man”.  “A never ending frenetic pursuit of a theoretical utopia, or never ending despair, cynicism and nihilism when the latest utopia proves illusory”.

The next big thing, the next big catastrophe. On our side we are fighting for eternity and our King and Saviour. The enemy has an event horizon delimited by the next cup of coffee, the next News cycle, the next paycheck, or whatever the current goal du jour might be.

From a genuine  historical point of view, current, secular, cultural accomplishments disappear almost over night. We look around and they are gone. Liberal socialism, a decaying leper. Liberal Democracy, reality programming for dummies, who will we vote off the island now.  Communism, dead as a door-nail and taking millions with it. Atheism, screaming loudly as it swirls towards the drain.

Global Warming, nuf said. Social medicine, unsustainable. Fossil fuels, killing the planet. Social Assistance and food stamps, slavery for life. “Public Education”, dumb down, dumb down, dumb down into daycare for post natal infants. Social Credit, gone. Whigs & Tories, unrecognizable.

WWII – why?  Hitler, gone. Stalin, gone. Pol Pot, gone. Mao, gone. The dirty 30’s, the roaring 20’s, WWI, the Great War – what was so great?  The sun never sets on the British Empire, Long live the Queen. Hearts of Oak, Rule Britannia. Hapsburgs, The Third Republic, the second republic, La Republic, Liberte Egalite Fraternite, gone, all gone. The Holy Roman Empire, the original Roman Empire.

All gone, pick your 100 years,  whatever you thought was the current great is like this morning’s snow, starting out hushed and pristine white and degenerating into a sloppy muddy mess requiring cleanup. and all the souls who chased these wisps are lost.

So through it all, if you take the long view, the eternal view, what we see is a continuous battle of good against no good, of God against no god.  All the rest is sound and fury, lipstick on a pig, and without the long view we are trapped in the sound and fury, putting our lipstick on, getting ready for the next dance.

So which side do you choose?  God or no god?  That is really the only choice. Choose wisely for the sake of eternity.

Dominus Vobiscum

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Misguided Opinions are Dangerous …

Desolation Row, Bob Dylan, from the album MTV Unplugged, 2013. 

This version is easier to understand than the one I put in the last postI think I first heard this in the late 60’s.  Where were you in the late 60’s? There was an old joke to the effect that if you could remember the 60’s you weren’t really there. Ha!  Wrong on both counts, but Dylan sure got his lyrics right, didn’t he? Prescience comes to mind …  anyway, stay with me, I promise this is going somewhere …

“Desolation Row” (Lyrics from Album “Highway 61 Revisited” 1965)

They’re selling postcards of the hanging
They’re painting the passports brown
The beauty parlor is filled with sailors
The circus is in town
Here comes the blind commissioner
They’ve got him in a trance
One hand is tied to the tight-rope walker
The other is in his pants
And the riot squad they’re restless
They need somewhere to go
As Lady and I look out tonight
From Desolation Row.Cinderella, she seems so easy
“It takes one to know one,” she smiles
And puts her hands in her back pockets
Bette Davis style
And in comes Romeo, he’s moaning,
“You belong to Me I Believe.”
And someone says, “You’re in the wrong place, my friend
You’d better leave.”
And the only sound that’s left
After the ambulances go
Is Cinderella sweeping up
On Desolation Row.Now the moon is almost hidden
The stars are beginning to hide
The fortune-telling lady
Has even taken all her things inside
All except for Cain and Abel
And the hunchback of Notre Dame
Everybody is making love
Or else expecting rain
And the Good Samaritan, he’s dressing
He’s getting ready for the show
He’s going to the carnival tonight
On Desolation Row.Ophelia, she’s ‘neath the window
For her I feel so afraid
On her twenty-second birthday
She already is an old maid
To her, death is quite romantic
She wears an iron vest
Her profession’s her religion
Her sin is her lifelessness
And though her eyes are fixed upon
Noah’s great rainbow
She spends her time peeking
Into Desolation Row.Einstein, disguised as Robin Hood
With his memories in a trunk
Passed this way an hour ago
With his friend, a jealous monk
NOW, he looked so immaculately frightful
As he bummed a cigarette
Then he went off sniffing drainpipes
And reciting the alphabet
You would not think to look at him
But he was famous long ago
For playing the electric violin
On Desolation Row.Dr. Filth, he keeps his world
Inside of a leather cup
But all his sexless patients
They ARE trying to blow it up
Now his nurse, some local loser
She’s in charge of the cyanide hole
And she also keeps the cards that read
“Have Mercy on His Soul”
They all play on the penny whistle
You can hear them blow
If you lean your head out far enoughFrom Desolation Row.
Across the street they’ve nailed the curtains
They’re getting ready for the feast
The Phantom of the Opera
In a perfect image of a priest
They are spoon-feeding Casanova
To get him to feel more assured
Then they’ll kill him with self-confidence
After poisoning him with words
And the Phantom’s shouting to skinny girls
“Get outta here if you don’t know”
Casanova is just being punished for going
To Desolation Row.At midnight all the agents
And the superhuman crew
Come out and round up everyone
That knows more than they do
Then they bring them to the factory
Where the heart-attack machine
Is strapped across their shoulders
And then the kerosene
Is brought down from the castles
By insurance men who go
Check to see that nobody is escaping
To Desolation Row.Praise be to Nero’s Neptune
The Titanic sails at dawn
Everybody’s shouting
“Which side are you on?”
And Ezra Pound and T. S. Eliot
Fighting in the captain’s tower
While calypso singers laugh at them
And fishermen hold flowers
Between the windows of the sea
Where lovely mermaids flow
And nobody has to think too much
About Desolation Row.Yes, I received your letter yesterday
About the time the door knob broke
When you asked me how I was doing
Or was that some kind of joke?
All these people that you mention
Yes, I know them, they’re quite lame
I had to rearrange their faces
And give them all another name
Right now I can’t read too good
Don’t send me no more letters no
Not unless you mail them
From Desolation Row.

And the “Free Love” self indulgent 60’s gave way to the “exploiting the breakout” to destroy the moral order. “Flashback”! 1972 … Walking through the Winnipeg Airport in my dress greens (always full uniform in those days when flying CFATC Airlines). Except that time I think I and a few others were flying home on leave for Christmas using travel warrants on Air Canada. No matter, we were greeted at the gate by a group of lovely university age children screaming and spitting at us and chanting “Baby Killers” , might have been 20 or 30 of them and security was very much not in evidence, I guess the authorities perhaps shared the emotions of the children.

We ignored them completely, which I suppose pissed them off even more and proceeded to our next gate and boarded without incident. I suppose they really didn’t feel courageous enough to get physical ’cause they always stayed about 50 feet away. Nobody commented on it and nothing was ever mentioned later. Just a bunch of hippie wannabe’s with nowhere else to be with Christmas coming on, and I suppose they all went off later to wherever those kinda folks go to smoke their dope and screw their girlfriends and … whatever. Never thought too much about it at the time although the incident has stayed with me ever since.

“All Along The Watchtower”
All Along The Watchtower, Bob Dylan, from the album “John Wesley Harding”, 1967.

“There must be some way out of here” said the joker to the thief
“There’s too much confusion”, I can’t get no relief
Businessmen, they drink my wine, plowmen dig my earth
None of them along the line know what any of it is worth.”No reason to get excited”, the thief he kindly spoke
“There are many here among us who feel that life is but a joke
But you and I, we’ve been through that, and this is not our fate
So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late”.All along the watchtower, princes kept the view
While all the women came and went, barefoot servants, too.Outside in the distance a wildcat did growl
Two riders were approaching, the wind began to howl.

Segue into: …lots of coverage, on the channels I frequent, of The National Right To Life week and the big march in Washington in the middle of the blizzard (U.S. only, Canadians only march of you threaten to cut off their welfare and free medical shit, Oh I know there are a few but most Canucks belong to the chestless class). Why no Lame Stream Media coverage of such a huge event?

I guess it’s just such a huge elephant in the room that they can’t bear/dare to draw attention to it … there are actually folks – thousands of them – who don’t think it is just A-OK to kill inconvenient kids. Sure looks a like killing babies to me. Pretty damned clear. No doubt about it.

The same kinda folks who thought it was cool to scream and chant at me and my fellows back in 72 graduated, and went on to high places in government and, just think about this for a moment: They turned killing babies into Big Business, yup, pretty weird, right – get rid of the little suckers that are complicating our special lives and while we are at it lets just sell the parts for a profit. You just can’t make this shit up.

While thinking about all that I recently read an online record of  “the greatest pro-life speech ever given,” (which) was delivered by Richard John Neuhaus at the close of the 2008 convention of the National Right to Life Committee. Fr. Neuhaus was the founder and editor in chief of “First Things”. He died in 2009, and the world is a much poorer place for that.

Anyway, way down at the start of the 8th paragraph a line jumped up and smacked me between the eyes: “The culture of death is an idea before it is a deed. I expect many of us here, perhaps most of us here, can remember when we were first encountered by the idea”.

It hit me like a ton of bricks – I remember the exact moment the “culture of death” became reality for me. I heard about the Roe vs Wade decision while on deployment in 1973, rough weather in the Baltic (really shitty place to be at sea most of the time) crouched on the VDS deck, under the aft flight deck overhang, periodically watching the back of Niagara falls as a sea sluiced off the flight deck into the VDS well and back away in to the sea. Such a rush, when you are safe and dry (mostly) with good food and lots of like minded mates all around you.

You can get a pretty good idea of what it was like by checking out this little video here.  I can absolutely testify that there are NO bloody atheists out there. We all believe – STRONGLY.

Enough for tonight, Cheers

Joe, Sleep safe and secure tonight, Your NAVY is awake. and

cdn-ddh-heavy-weather-8747.jpg“May God grant you always…
A sunbeam to warm you, a moonbeam to charm you,
a sheltering Angel so nothing can harm you.
Laughter to cheer you. Faithful friends near you.
And whenever you pray, Heaven to hear you.”

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Sunday Morning …

-1 degree C, or about 31 F. All is calm, all is bright. No it’s not Christmas yet, but a new sun is shining brightly in a crystal clear cloudless sky, not a breath of wind and everything is covered in a thick blanket of new fallen snow, approximately 6 inches according to my antique wooden 12″ ruler which I used when I went out this AM to start the truck.

At 07:00 there was silence, no traffic, no people, no sign of life anywhere, just the beginning of dripping icicles and melting roofs and steam rising in the morning sun where it first touched the rooftops. the forecast calls for +25 by Tuesday. Deep breath.

The Sound of Silence, Simon & Garfunkel, 1964

Today is Good Shepherd Sunday, so called because of the nature and content of the readings regarding the Good Shepherd laying down his life to protect his sheep. And earlier in the week we hear from John 6:32 “My Father gives you the true bread from heaven“.  Jesus tries to teach us that we set our sights too low, that we have blinders on.  He has so much more in store for us than ordinary bread.

Remi Brague, French Catholic philosopher and winner of the prestigious Ratzinger Prize, in a lecture at the University of St. Thomas,  suggested that the “secular” are those whose lives are defined by a horizon of a hundred years. “That is simply what the word ‘secular’ means,” he declared.

In this simple statement we see the difference between a “secular” view of the world as opposed to one whose vantage point is “eternity”. “1940 – Christianity is finished. Communism is the future”.  “The march of progress – think of the good we might gain from killing this embryo.”  “Witness our current fancy for relativising  and destroying human dignity – the disposable asset called Man“.  “A never ending frenetic pursuit of a theoretical utopia, or never ending despair, cynicism and nihilism when the latest utopia proves illusory”. The next big thing, the next big catastrophe.

The Times They Are a Changin’, Bob Dylan, 1964

From a genuine  historical point of view, current, secular, cultural accomplishments disappear almost over night. We look around and they are gone. Liberal socialism, a decaying leper. Liberal Democracy, reality programming for dummies, who will we vote off the island now.  Communism, dead as a door-nail and taking millions with it. Atheism, screaming loudly as it swirls towards the drain.

Social medicine, unsustainable. Fossil fuels, killing the planet. Social Assistance and food stamps, slavery for life. “Public Education”, dumb down, dumb down, dumb down into daycare for post natal infants. Social Credit, gone. Whigs & Tories, unrecognizable. WWII – why?  Hitler, gone. Stalin, gone. Pol Pot, gone. Mao, gone. The dirty 30’s, the roaring 20’s, WWI the Great War – what was so great?  The sun never sets on the British Empire, Long live the Queen. Hearts of Oak, Rule Britannia.

Hapsburgs, The Third Republic, the second republic, La Republic, Liberte Egalite Fraternite, gone, all gone. The Holy Roman Empire, the original Roman Empire. All gone, pick your 100 years,  whatever you thought was the current great is like this morning’s snow, starting out hushed and pristine white and degenerating into a sloppy muddy mess requiring cleanup.

Desolation Row, My Chemical Romance, 2009

So through it all, if you take the long view, the eternal view, what we see is a continuous battle of good against no good, of God against no god.  All the rest is sound and fury, lipstick on a pig and without the long view we are trapped in the sound and fury, putting our lipstick on, getting ready for the next dance.

So which side do you choose?  God or no god?  That is really the only choice. Choose wisely for the sake of eternity.

Dominus Vobiscum

Hallelujah, Leonard Cohen, 1984

Joe

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