"Wherefore We must interrupt a silence which it would be criminal to prolong, that We may point out...as they really are, men who are badly disguised." Pope St. Pius X, September 8, 1907, Pascendi Dominici Gregis

Saturday, June 27, 2015

Your Country Can Be Beautiful Again

As I think about the social chaos being reinforced by the recent decision by a few people in the United States in robes to twist Western language and culture, my mind wanders for a place where I can begin to make a change. Somewhere I can start-over from a fundamental base. No matter what Satan throws in our path, we can choose what it means to us. Is the beginning of the end? Or is a last desperate gasp of a rotting culture?

Nowhere perhaps is this more true right now than in Ukraine. What is that fundamental base? It's all that's left when you have lost everything else. Many Ukrainians may be feeling that they have lost everything, their government, their economy, their peace, their livelihood, their security. These things may be true. But you have yourself. And you have your determination of what to make of the future. This is true of those even on the verge of death? What will you die for? What have you lived for? For yourself? Your country? Or something you can never lose, your God?

Is Russia invading? Pray that she will be consecrated to the Immaculate Heart. Is NATO invading? Pray for the rebirth of Catholicism in the West.

May your faith strengthen you. And as you think of the future, think of the conversion that war can bring. This is a chance for every Ukrainian to ask himself what do I want to live for? You realize how precious life can be, the less you have of it. May you choose God, may there be a rebirth of faith, and may you go on to build the most peaceful and prosperous country in Europe and the world. It is time to turn to the eternal source of all that is good. Rebuild Ukraine. But rebuild yourself, your family, your church first. And you will notice in no time that your peace and prosperity have returned.

Seek the Lord while he may be found,
call him while he is near.
Let the scoundrel forsake his way,
and the wicked man his thoughts;

Let him turn to the Lord for mercy;
to our God, who is generous in forgiving.
For my thoughts are not your thoughts,
nor are your ways my ways,
says the Lord.

As high as the heavens are above the earth,
so high are my ways above your ways and my thoughts above your thoughts.
For just as from the heavens the rain and snow come down
And do not return there till they have watered the earth making it fertile and fruitful,
Giving seed to him who sows and bread to him who eats,

So shall my word be that goes forth from my mouth;
It shall not return to me void,
but shall do my will,
achieving the end for which I sent it,
says the Lord Almighty.


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