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“It is, indeed, among Christians themselves that the final decisive assault on Christianity has been mounted; led by the Protestant churches, but with Roman Catholics eagerly, if belatedly, joining in the fray. All they had to show was that when Jesus said that His kingdom was not of this world, He meant that it was. Then, moving on from there, to stand the other basic Christian propositions similarly on their heads. ... A whole series of new interpretative 'translations' of the Bible have appeared supporting the new view ... I see the great liberal death wish driving through the years ahead in triple harness with the gospel of progress and the pursuit of happiness. These are our three Horsemen of the Apocalypse: Progress, Happiness, Death. Under their auspices, the quest for total affluence leads to total deprivation; for total peace, to total war; for total education, to total illiteracy; for total sex, to total sterility; for total freedom, to total servitude.” (from The Great Liberal Death Wish) |
We are bent upon our own destruction through a dissolution of the
very means by which the destruction itself had become possible.
Through a freedom become license, we have legislated our own end.
In the end we find that absolute freedom is not only absolute tyranny,
but the dissolution of freedom itself as it collapses under the
weight of insupportable license.
We wish to be free of all things ... all encumbrances ... all mores
and constraints ... from reason itself – all things, except sin.
And the wages of sin — we have on unimpeachable authority (God Himself)
— is death.
Is this not what we find at the gates? And do we not know their
faces, even those contorted in hatred, and cloven of foot?
Are not those who throw up ladders against the towering walls of
the Church, who would pull down her parapets, those whom she had
nurtured? Having fled the gates of the City whose laws they found
ultimately intolerable, they have returned as though to claim a
patrimony they had spurned, but no longer as her children but as
“a
horrible and mutilated form of life" bent upon matricide, upon ravaging
the womb that bore them, that the breath of the dragon who transformed
them may cauterize it and make it barren of children,
and a desert of death.
Osgiliath stands on the brink of the River, its soldiers are menaced
and few and even now the smoke rises from her turrets, but Minas Tirith yet stands ... and awaits the Return of the King — and her
derelict stewards, even of their own evil purpose, cannot prevent
the Return of the King. For He is yet among us. And by His word
the gates of the great city will prevail against the hell let loose
upon her.
Geoffrey K. Mondello
Editor
Boston Catholic Journal
Totally Faithful to the Sacred
Deposit of Faith entrusted to the Holy See in
Rome
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