It's entirely obvious as to how this transformation over the past century has occurred: open a jar of honey in a summer garden and the wasps will arrive. Welfare state + open borders = hello third world!
The Church of England offers little to entice believers. As a former Episcopalian, I have attended plenty of tepid masses, where the sermons were all about racism or global warming (but never about sin), where the clergy and parishioners were largely gay, and where the charitable outreach projects made zero effort to evangelize or convert. It was all very civilized and academic and NPR in tone, and dry as dust spiritually. The pews were mostly empty, except for a scattering of elderly libs.
The Novus Ordo Catholics are almost as bad and confused, but there is some wonderful pushback by groups like the Institute of Christ the King Sovereign Priest. These traditionalists celebrate the Latin rite. Their clergy includes no women. The chants, vestments, ceremonies, and doctrines reach far back, before Vatican II. And the masses are *packed*. Yesterday—Holy Thursday —on a weekday at supper time, the mass was standing room only.
People hunger for real answers, real spiritual depth, and a real sense of purpose and the moral consequences of their own actions. Islam may be a barbaric cult based on the fever dreams of an epileptic pedo, but it has tremendous confidence and seriousness. It never compromises. Neither did Our Lord. We should be more like Him.
Excellent article - love the pithy observations.
It's entirely obvious as to how this transformation over the past century has occurred: open a jar of honey in a summer garden and the wasps will arrive. Welfare state + open borders = hello third world!
In Albion's green, where shadows creep,
A dream unwinds, surreal, too steep.
Mosques rise tall where church bells fade,
Crescent gleams o'er a cross decayed.
Faith remoulds the ancient clay,
Submission whispered day by day.
Yet flesh rebels, the mirror lies,
A body carved where truth complies.
Man to maid or maid to man,
A crafted self, no divine plan.
The scalpel sings, the mind rewrought,
Identity's war too dearly bought.
Reality frays, it's edges torn,
Words twist fast, new oaths are sworn.
To question is to court the flame,
To speak is sin to truth-a shame.
The mind must bend, the tongue obey,
Or exile waits, no light, no day.
Once sturdy oaks now bow, unsure,
The land forgets what made it pure.
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Wonderful article as always. Thank you.
The Church of England offers little to entice believers. As a former Episcopalian, I have attended plenty of tepid masses, where the sermons were all about racism or global warming (but never about sin), where the clergy and parishioners were largely gay, and where the charitable outreach projects made zero effort to evangelize or convert. It was all very civilized and academic and NPR in tone, and dry as dust spiritually. The pews were mostly empty, except for a scattering of elderly libs.
The Novus Ordo Catholics are almost as bad and confused, but there is some wonderful pushback by groups like the Institute of Christ the King Sovereign Priest. These traditionalists celebrate the Latin rite. Their clergy includes no women. The chants, vestments, ceremonies, and doctrines reach far back, before Vatican II. And the masses are *packed*. Yesterday—Holy Thursday —on a weekday at supper time, the mass was standing room only.
People hunger for real answers, real spiritual depth, and a real sense of purpose and the moral consequences of their own actions. Islam may be a barbaric cult based on the fever dreams of an epileptic pedo, but it has tremendous confidence and seriousness. It never compromises. Neither did Our Lord. We should be more like Him.
To quote an American pastor, It’s Friday, but Sunday’s commin!! And how wonderful it will be too. Come Lord Jesus.