A reader remarked to me recently that he finds little comfort today, and that it seems to be most lacking in the Church. As we commiserated over the situation, I recalled a post from long ago, “Cold Comfort at Calvary”. I looked up it up, it was from Fall, 2014 when we were all stunned nearly speechless under the blows of this Most Merciful® Pope and reread:
“There is simply no way that this can be happening if the Pope and his Prelates practiced the Faith. If they prayed the Rosary daily as Our Lady asked, even only a 5 decade rosary, … It is impossible to pray those mysteries and not grow in the love of Jesus, impossible not to grasp His suffering at our sins, especially at our indifference to His sweet and merciful love for us. It is impossible to avoid feeling a deep contrition for our sins and a deep commitment to reforming our lives and making reparation for our sins and the sins of others. …
All of this miserable mess of Pope Francis’ making could have been averted had only Our Lady of Fatima’s commands been heeded. And this will not end until we do, one way or another, learn to obey and turn from our complacency to repentance.”
What we were only just discovering in 2014 has by 2017 become a dreary litany of sleazy tributes to fornicators, adulterers, sodomites, abortionists, terrorists and heretics. This man who picks his nose in public, speaks of coprophagia, and never misses an opportunity to attack faithful Catholics has no discernible faith. What shall we do? We do as all true Catholics have always done. Hold fast the faith, and now, at this time, we look to the Immaculata, the Woman who stands unwavering at the foot of His Cross.
Knowing our weakness, we turn to her for comfort, for strength. Where do we seek her? According to many devout Catholics today, she is to be found in a plethora of devotions, many of them innocuous in themselves, but all of them distracting from this Woman who came to call us to her, to take comfort in the strength of her perfect purity, unflinching obedience, unfailing love. Today, she walks the bloody stones of Calvary’s path, never taking her eyes off Him, except to gaze pleadingly at her children, “Come, abide with Us, here is true mercy. This is what mercy really looks like. Come, be still, and know.”
And so, we see Him; He struggles painfully to regain His footing. See He has fallen again. The women weep and watch. His blood-dimmed eyes meet theirs; He says,
“Daughters of Jerusalem, weep not over me; but weep for yourselves, and for your children. For behold, the days shall come, wherein they will say: Blessed are the barren, and the wombs that have not borne, and the paps that have not given suck. Then shall they begin to say to the mountains: Fall upon us; and to the hills: Cover us. For if in the green wood they do these things, what shall be done in the dry?” (Luke 23, 28-31)
Indeed, what shall be done in this time of utterly dead, dry wood? We look to the Apocalypse, when the stars fall from heaven and the winter figs are shaken from the tree, “they say to the mountains and the rocks: Fall upon us, and hide us from the face of Him that sits upon the throne and from the wrath of the Lamb: For the great day of their wrath is come, and who shall be able to stand?” (Apoc. 6)
Where are we to seek comfort at this time, the time of the dry wood? There is no other place – although He falls, and we fall with Him, we must be here, now, in this place, struggling to stand with this cross. At times, we must first regain our footing by kneeling. It is in the Rosary that we draw strength from the Immaculate. The entire grace, strength and life of the most Holy Trinity pours forth from her Sorrowful and Immaculate Heart, through this Rosary. Here. Now. We are so blessed to realize we have no words, we are mute in this roaring silence that ‘whelms us over, washes us in this most pure and perfect tide. “Full of grace … the Lord … with thee … blessed art thou … blessed is the fruit …. Jesus … pray for us …. death “.
Death and Life
Here is Death. A death like no other. We thought we knew life, thought we knew death. Yet in this profound Death, Life pours forth. As Eve was born from Adam’s side, the bride of Christ is born from the opening in Love’s side. And Love begets Love. He Who gives His Life for His Bride is begetting Her anew., even as it appears to the world that They both have been vanquished at last. For, “In the end, My Immaculate Heart will triumph.”
We are here, witnesses to the the sacrilege, witnesses to the outrage. Witnesses to the Love which surpasses all others. We will not turn aside.
Abide in His love. Return to Fatima.
Please, pray the Rosary and confound Satan and all who serve him!
~ by evensong at returntofatima.org for love of the Immaculate Heart of Mary.
Vouchsafe that I may praise thee, O Sacred Virgin! Give me strength against thine enemies!