But there remains a remnant. A
precious few. When they walk into the Sanctuary of God and see his
body, broken for them, hanging in this darkened place between time
and space, and heaven and hell, they fall to their knees before his
Divine Presence in the Tabernacle. And they do this not because the
rubric so instructs it, but because the heart so demands it. Because
the legs grow suddenly weary and the knees buckle. Because the
broken human heart suddenly feels the wound of the lance, and, so
pierced, the only possible response is deep and profound and
desperate prayer to his Sacred Heart, "Lord have mercy! Christ
have mercy! Lord have mercy!" And the Spirit that emanates
from the Real Presence whispers into the ear of the faithful penitent
that most joyous revelation to human history, "Jesus lives!" And our
faith is not in vain because Jesus is truly Lord and God has
indeed raised him from the dead (Romans 10:9, 1 Corinthians 15:17).
Deep in prayer,
the mind's eye comes
into focus on that scene of long, long ago, on that hill, far, far
away, and the silhouette of Jesus and the two thieves stands in even
darker contrast to the cold, steel gray of the sky. But in this
darkness shines an eternal light that radiates from the cross in the
middle. In this light we see the faces of these two thieves. And
they are you and I. As such, we are crucified by the sin of our
forebears, and by our own sin that hangs upon our souls and brings
its agonizing weight to bear upon the nails of avarice and lust and
hubris that have us pinned helplessly upon the tree of death. In the
midst of we who so hang awaiting our own death (a fate that is
rightfully ours as the just reward for our misdeeds), is this man of
mystery who dies here with us though he has done nothing wrong. And
the choice is now ours to be as Gestas, and the many, and mock the
Lord and turn away, or to be as Dismas, and the few, and turn to the
Light of Christ in faith, offer up our sin, and so pray, "Jesus
remember me when you come into your kingdom."
Jesus is not dead!
Jesus has a
kingdom! Jesus is a king! And not merely a
king in the sense that we recognize earthly rulers as such, but, as
St. John tells us in the Revelation, he has as his title King of
kings and Lord of lords. He is called Faithful and True. He is
called the Word of God. And as this same Jesus, who was tortured to
death in abject poverty and in total degradation upon the Roman
cross, did indeed remember St. Dismas when he came into his kingdom,
so he did not forget Gestas either. And he will not forget all of
the nations and peoples and kings and kingdoms of this world who have
betrayed him to the cross as did Judas, and who have denied him
without claiming the repentance of Peter, who sits to this day upon
Christ's throne and offers God's forgiveness to those who would but
seek it. And I offer you not my words on my own authority, but those
of the Evangelist himself, from the very Scripture the Holy, Catholic
and Apostolic Church of Jesus Christ has officially proclaimed True
and Holy Writ:
Then
I saw heaven opened, and behold,
a white horse! He who sat upon it is called Faithful and True, and in
righteousness he judges and makes war.
His
eyes are like a flame of fire, and
on his head are many diadems; and he has a name inscribed which no
one knows but himself. He is clad in a robe dipped in blood, and the
name by which he is called is The Word of God. And the armies of
heaven, arrayed in fine linen, white and pure, followed him on white
horses. From his mouth issues a sharp sword with which to smite the
nations, and he will rule them with a rod of iron; he will tread the
wine press of the fury of the wrath of God the Almighty. On his robe
and on his thigh he has a name inscribed, King of kings and Lord of
lords.
Then
I saw an angel standing in the
sun, and with a loud voice he called to all the birds that fly in
midheaven, "Come, gather for the great supper of God, to eat the
flesh of kings, the flesh of captains, the flesh of mighty men, the
flesh of horses and their riders, and the flesh of all men, both free
and slave, both small and great." And I saw the beast and the
kings of the earth with their armies gathered to make war against him
who sits upon the horse and against his army. And the beast was
captured, and with it the false prophet who in its presence had
worked the signs by which he deceived those who had received the mark
of the beast and those who worshiped its image. These two were thrown
alive into the lake of fire that burns with sulphur. And the rest
were slain by the sword of him who sits upon the horse, the sword
that issues from his mouth; and all the birds were gorged with their
flesh.
Revelation
19:11-21 (RSV)
What
is this then? Should we tremble because God has
gone mad? Or perhaps we should tremble more because He has not! Who
speaks such things as these? Whose testimony is this? These are, to
be sure, fair questions. And they are well answered by the mighty
angel who brought this message to St. John when he says in verse
nine, "These are the true words of God." And in verse ten
when he divulges that such a spirit of prophecy is the very testimony
of Jesus Christ himself. We would do well to heed the advice of good
St. Paul in his letter to the Galatians and not be so deceived. For
God is not crazy and neither is He mocked. What a man sows that
shall he also reap. He who sows to the flesh shall, therefore, like
Gestas, reap corruption. While he who sows to the Spirit shall,
therefore, like Dismas, reap eternal life. And while the opportunity
is still with us, it would be wise to do good to all, and especially
to those who seek Christ on their knees beside us in the household of
faith, for Paul also tells us, "...you were called to freedom,
brethren; only do not use your freedom as an opportunity for the
flesh, but through love be servants of one another" (Galatians
5:13, 6:7-10).
This
is that time of the year in America when we
celebrate our freedom. It is a time when we look back and remember
that which was wrought upon these shores by a people who once
embraced the love of being servants of one another, and who created
through this brand of freedom a land of unbridled prosperity and
unequaled opportunity. In these days, we are witness to the dying
gasps of this very freedom that was the reason for our success, and
in it's place has arisen that other brand of freedom that is an
opportunity instead for the flesh.
It
is no coincidence
that the wealth of the nation evaporates as our freedom to be
Christian in the public square gives way to an ever greater freedom
to celebrate these sins of the flesh. Homosexual men marry
homosexual men, and lesbian women marry lesbian women, and woe be to
he who utters a word against this abomination which maketh desolate!
And the great irony in this is that now heterosexual men and
heterosexual women see no need to marry at all. Debauchery takes on
the name of love and love gives way to lust, and the progeny of this
sin is easily prevented -- or simply flushed away.
When
a doctor such as
Kermit Gosnell, who practices this sin of murder by abortion, botches
the attempt and finishes the job in a toilet, he is demonized as a
monster -- and rightly so! But when Nancy Pelosi defends this same
practice of late term abortion with these words, “As a practicing
and respectful Catholic, this is sacred ground to me..."(1)
many others who consider
themselves "practicing and respectful
Catholics" look the other way, or even embrace this same
attitude, and choose to speak self righteously instead of the
"stupidity" of Michelle Bachman (2)
or Sarah Palin,(3)
both of whom adamantly and boldly defend life in the public square,
though neither of whom are Catholic. “I don't think it should have
anything to do with politics,” Ms. Pelosi goes on to say, and with
this I most heartily agree. But it should and does have everything
to do with faith, and anyone who denounces life and embraces
abortion, late term or otherwise, as the "sacred ground" of
a "respectful and practicing Catholic" should expect the
harsh criticism such remarks will draw from truly Catholic
organizations and individuals: and an outright and well earned
excommunication, if the Church ever finds the cojones to do
it. And in an America in which freedom of religion is withdrawn from
public life, it is anti-Catholic and anti-Christ lies and
proclamations such as those which periodically fall from the lips of
Nancy Pelosi which will remain as politically correct, while the
truth of God as spoken by others goes forever silent. And many cheer
this as their "freedom to choose," and applaud one who
calls it "Catholic" to spill the blood of the most innocent
of the martyrs upon the "sacred ground" of Christ.
This
is that time
of the year in America when we cheer
for freedom and celebrate our prowess as a warring people. We dress
our youth in camouflage and march them stern faced down our streets,
cheering them on to victory against enemies both real and imagined,
as we send them off to join the armies of the beast. And for those
who don't return, the false prophet lays a wreath, and soothes us in
his eloquence, as he sheds a crocodile tear to honor the memory, and
mourn the sacrifice, of our once innocent and callow youth: children
trained to kill the children of others, and, as such, murdered by
those in other lands, trained to do the same. And it is testimony to
the propaganda of the false prophet that he convinces the multitudes
that, because our children march off to war beneath the banner of the
stars and stripes, they do so not to join the beast but in the
righteousness of the Prince of Peace -- who they otherwise deny. So
we sing, "God Bless America!" And so we cheer our freedom
to choose war and fight for its protection. And woe be to any
citizen who does not salute and cheer the right to kill as God given
and foreordained for the United States of America!
Oh,
the glory of a
warring a nation! Let us so
remember fondly our forebears, killed in the line of duty, protecting
the wealth and property of others and their freedom to amass it!
Fathers and grandfathers who have gone off and done their duty, and
who left the bravest and the brightest and the best of their
generations in pieces and pools of blood upon the battlefields of
history. And let us not dwell upon those who manage to come home,
deranged from killing enemies and (especially) innocents. Let us lock
them away and drug them so they cannot do us any harm, and so we do
not have to see or hear them, as the nightmares of war stalk them in
the quiet of the night, and bring them screaming up out of sleep. Some
feel for phantom limbs no longer there, and some look at us with
haunted eyes and look away, as loved ones whisper in our ears,
"PTSD." And we are told that they deserve the best
of care -- and they do! So we are solicited endlessly for donations
that serve as compensation for the funding diverted to the
battlefields. And those who come home heroes, and those who
anxiously await the chance to march behind the beast, these we cheer
as gladiators within our stadiums, as we sing our 911 anthem and
invoke God's blessing upon the nation at the seventh inning stretch.
Today,
in America,
this is what we call "Independence
Day." Oh, for that 4th of July we once knew! Box lunch picnics
and happy children playing. The hometown band playing hymns and
songs of Christian inspiration in the gazebo of the town square. Amber
waves of grain awaiting harvest. Square dances in barns filled
with laughter and mirth, and neighbors who knew each other and who
cared and served each other as St. Paul so instructed, because this
is what they all heard in church each Sunday. Communities that were,
in reality, extended families, and a nation that merely collected
them into one and called them to celebrate that freedom through love
to be servants to one another. Young ladies in gingham and young men
in denim. Marrying and giving in marriage that brought with it big,
healthy families that worked together to reap the bounty of the land,
as farms with white houses and red barns dotted an idyllic landscape.
In the towns, supplies were purchased at a general store with a
wooden floor and not at a Walmart or a K-Mart. And if there was a
Meijer in town, he was the dutch man down the block, and, if he was a
merchant, only one of many friends and neighbors who owned the stores
of Main Street. And though mocked by the urban sophisticates and
Hollywood in satire, it was this culture that built the America of
which Archie and Edith could rightly sing, "Didn't need no
welfare state. Everybody pulled his weight. Gee, our old LaSalle
ran great. Those were the days!"(4)
But
even in those
days the specter of war and the
curse of the warring nation would raise its ugly head and the peace
of the peaceful would be broken. The very founding of the United
States was secured by a violent and bloody revolution. The War
Between the States broke the heart of the country in a way that has
never been, and never will be, fully healed, and every other
abomination of man's hubris and violence that came along tore
families apart and rent the fabric of the nation. And every time,
the patch that was sewn in place to mend the nation tugged more
violently at the stitches that held us together as a people.
In
the 20th
century, World War I, World War II, Korea,
and Vietnam, as well as those less remembered and more occasional
horrors, gave us a rapid succession of violence in which those of
every generation could claim the war, or some other disturbance of
the peace, that belonged specifically to them. And between the "hot"
wars of Korea and Vietnam, illustrating in the idea of the "cold
war" what Orwell meant by "doublespeak," the mask of
the well adjusted and attractive "average" America of the
1950's was torn away to reveal the truth of an ugly America; a nation
deeply divided, racially and economically unequal, and so angry and
deeply at odds that terms from the 18th and19th centuries such as
"revolution" and "civil war" were bandied about
as real and viable possibilities. And the burgeoning police state
that has been instituted to protect us from ourselves, and the great
malaise that has arisen because of it, are symptomatic of a long and
steady period of decline that today brings us to the precipice of
third world socialism, and a global environment that does not mourn
the decline and fall of a dominant United States of America, but
celebrates it.
Yes,
time for
America now runs short. She hangs in
the balance of history, rightly crucified for her sins and with one
last chance to make the choice of Dismas and repent, or to make the
choice of Gestas and continue to mock God in her unbelief and, in
banishing Christ from the market place of ideas, condemn herself to
the damnation of Egypt, Greece, Babylon, Rome and the other pagan
empires that lie in ruins upon the earth. In the fading light of the
American Dream, we find ourselves, each and every one of us, hanging
upon the cross next to Christ, who has come into our midst to save
us. And it is up to each and everyone of us to make the choice of
Dismas and cry out with our dying breath, "Jesus remember me
when you come into your kingdom," or to choose as Gestas and
mock him in our one last act of unbelief.
In
a democracy, the
will of the majority wins out. The conversion of America to Christ is
the result of the conversion
of the majority of her people, and given the dire straights of modern
times in general, and the predicament of our nation in particular, it
would seem that the New Evangelization should, for us, take on a
certain immediacy and urgency. But the truth is that the many who
call themselves Catholic, or Christian by any other choice of
denomination, do so with a particular and peculiar lack of religious
conviction. And while this does not usually manifest itself in the
extreme "doublethink" of a Nancy Pelosi, the effect is
remarkably the same, and, in the end, the line between apathy and
antipathy is indeed a thin one.
In
the
fundamentalist and evangelical churches, and
even to an extent among the more mainline Protestant churches, this
does result in a "God and Country" mentality in which the
cross is effectively replaced with the flag, and the will of the
nation -- right or wrong -- is conceived to be the will of the Lord.
The result is a mythical and historically ridiculous understanding of
America as the defacto kingdom of God, and this is exploited
with relative ease by conservative so-called "patriots" who
presume him to be one of them.
In
the Catholic
tradition, the result is a certain and
perceived self consciousness about the radical nature of the act of
salvation, and its supernatural and other worldly aspects, that
results in the elevation of Catholic social doctrine to the pinnacle
of Calvary. In the modern, scientific world of democratic
government, all religious views are to be given equal credence and
respect before being effectively discarded. This means that no claim
can be made to the uniquely salvific aspect of the Catholic faith,
which has, at its heart and core, the cross. Indeed, the modern
Catholic must ignore the crucial importance of the sacrifice of
Christ to the salvation of the world in order to even engage in the
debate of temporal politics, which has, at its heart and core, a
merely secular and completely relative definition of what it hopes to
accomplish. And while it is certainly legitimate to inject Catholic
social teaching into the political discourse, it must be done secure
in an underlying knowledge, and with a true and deep conviction, that
the more dogmatic aspects of the act of eternal salvation at the
cross are what is truly important. To ignore this opens the
potential for those like Ms. Pelosi to claim her personal, political
belief in murder by late term abortion to be Catholic "sacred
ground" when it is, in fact, the antithesis of the teachings of
the Catholic Church. This is also what our bishops seek to stress to
the faithful when they insist that the Church should not endorse any
particular candidate, but speak only to the importance of making
decisions in the voting booth that reflect this deeper character of
our faith.
It
is impossible to
conceive of a more apolitical
personage than Jesus of Nazareth. He did not appeal his conviction
but accepted his condemnation, as placed before him, as the greater
will of God. He did not debate the cruelty of the cross, he merely
subjected himself willingly to it, and did so without question or
compromise. He makes not one suggestion pertaining to the wielding
of power within the world, but instructs us to render unto Caesar
what is Caesar's and unto God what is God's: to be in the world but
not of it. Yet the central theme of the gospel message is that of
the ultimate and unassailable politic of a supernatural and eternal
coming kingdom of heaven. And so he tells Pilate, "My kingdom
is not of this world." It is a kingdom that will supersede this
world system and abolish the nations that still inflict the will of
the mighty upon the weak, and, in so doing, create an unnatural and
opulent standard of living for the elite at the expense of an
unnatural level of pain and suffering for the huddled masses.
It
is the sixth
hour in America and darkness has
descended upon the land. America hangs upon the cross of time run
out as the great thief of history, with the plundered treasure of the
nations at her feet. She hangs convicted as a killer, with the blood
of the holy innocents she has martyred, and the contrived enemies she
has conquered, staining her hands. And already it would seem that
judgment is upon her. Out of the storm darkened skies the wrath of
God is funneled, and whole cities explode into an angry sky. Out of
the seas come great tempests and great cities are drowned. Forests
burst into flames and the mountain top homes of the great and
powerful are incinerated as a harbinger of the greater holocaust to
come. And the great and powerful capitalists, seeing the chance for
profit, discard the business suits of wolves and disguise themselves
in the jeans and flannel of sheep, and tell us that if we just trust
the rising global government and "go green," we will stem
the wrath of God and (somehow) save the planet. And that time is
nigh upon us when the American eagle will cry, "Woe! Woe! Woe!"
as the mighty voice of the angel of Revelation announces, "Fallen,
fallen is America the Great!"
As
the earth
trembles under the weight of greed and
sin, the light that shines from beyond the ninth hour of our
suffering planet is the Light of Christ. But it is not the sweet,
gentle Jesus who went to the Holy Cross of Calvary as the Lamb of God
unto the sacrificial slaughter, but he who returns that is called
Faithful and True. The Word of God. From his mouth issues a sharp
sword with which to smite the nations, and he will rule them with a
rod of iron; he will tread the wine press of the fury of the wrath of
God the Almighty. He mounts his white horse and prepares to make war
against those who make war as the King of kings and Lord of lords. He
is the Son of Man who returns when least expected and, in a world
that has denied his power to save us, and has banned him from the
public square, that time is now. The nation that so denies him so
rides against him, and it would seem the sharp sickle is put into the
cluster of the vine.
But
there remains a
remnant. A precious few. And so
we pray...
Endnotes
(1.) http://www.catholicnewsagency.com/news/catholic-groups-slam-pelosis-claim-that-abortion-is-sacred-ground
: "She also framed the protection of late-term abortion as a matter of
faith. 'As a practicing and respectful Catholic, this is sacred ground
to me when we talk about this,' she said. 'I don't think it should have
anything to do with politics.'"
(2.) http://www.ontheissues.org/house/Michele_Bachmann_Abortion.htm
: Michelle
Bachman on Abortion: "Well into my teens, I was naive about abortion. I
was 16 at the time of the Supreme Court's Roe v. Wade decision, and I
will admit that I didn't quite understand what it was all about. But
then a Catholic friend explained it to me, the full disastrous
dimensions of
what the Supreme Court had just done to
our culture and to our nation."
(3.)
http://www.ontheissues.org/2012/Sarah_Palin_Abortion.htm
"The NEW feminism is telling women they are capable and strong. And if
keeping a child isn't possible, adoption is a beautiful choice. It's
about empowering women to make REAL CHOICES, not forcing them to accept
false ones. It's about compassion and letting these scared young women
know that there will be some help there for them to raise their
children in those less-than-ideal circumstances. I believe this so
strongly because I've been there. I never planned on being the mother
of a son with special needs. I thought, 'God will never give me
something I can't handle.'"
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