Remember that the urge to hide, to seek safe ground, to look for a way to stay out of things and avoid trouble, is only superficially an act of cowardice. In the deeper psychological reality it’s a function of despair; the belief that nothing you do can make a difference. This is a satanic lie. I know people who are right now already passing from anger to despair, and it’s a bad path to go down.
And think about what you’ll be missing after the worst happens and we’re purged from the New Paradigm.
Here’s a visual aid:
One of the most important ways to avoid the mortal sin of despair is to think of ways you can help someone else.
Here’s some suggestions:
A repost of an old blog post from What’s Up with the Synod that seems appropos today:
Pope Francis is what we need; he is Novusordoism, Vaticantwoism, in all its glory
By Hilary White
A commenter writes:
My only hope in this mortal coil was the Pope, ‘Don’t worry so long as we have the Pope,’ ‘Its alright, Pope Benedict is slowly changing things around, we’ll see, in twenty years everything may be a little better,’ ‘Its okay, the heretics are dying off, we have Benedict, he will pick good Bishops, when I have children things will be better for them and Ireland will be Catholic again,’ Papism was, in a very real sense, all I had in daily life to keep me going.
With Pope Francis I have nothing.
Sorry buddy, whoever you are, but I’m going to make an example of you for the whole class.
You have learned the painful lesson that all faithful Catholics will have to learn. This, right here,_ is the good that Pope Francis and his demonic crew are doing_.
Yes, we have been lied to. Yes, we have been robbed. Yes, we have had our patrimony reduced to a shell, a sham. Isn’t it time to learn something useful from this?
“My only hope in this mortal coil was the Pope…”
This is not the Catholic Faith. This is the post-Vatican2 reaction-heresy of papal positivism, a caricature of Catholicism that, in a sense, defiantly looked back at our Protestant and secularist detractors and said, “Yes! I do believe that the pope is always right about everything… I do look upon the person of the pope as my saviour on earth, waddya gonna do about it, heathen!?”
Believe me, I get it. I was the same in the early part of my reversion to the Faith, about John Paul II, who was held up as a hero, a saviour even, particularly to those of us who had grown up in the midst of the Cold War. I was a Papal Positivist.
But slowly, slowly as I delved more and more into the Faith, and as I had my liturgical sense more and more gravely offended by the parody that is the Novus Ordo, I started to understand the depths of the trouble we were really in. When John Paul II invited the heathens to place their idols on top of the tabernacle in Assisi, when he bowed and scraped before the world’s princes, when he apologised for the Faith, when he gave pectoral crosses and bishops’ rings to the Anglican laymen dressed up as churchmen…
The cognitive dissonance was enough finally to force me to ask some very awkward questions indeed, and to lead me to some inevitable conclusions based on observation. This thing, this wet dishrag of a pseudo-religion that has been installed in all the institutions of the Catholic Church is. not. Catholicism.
It was painful. I hated it. Who wants to be in the out-group? Not me. But the imperative of the Real was inescapable.
“Papism was, in a very real sense, all I had in daily life to keep me going.”
And fed only with this drug, your strength has withered for lack of real food. You have woken up not only to the falsehood that is the novusorodist/vaticantwoist fraud, but to the ennervating effect it has had on you personally. This is also a good thing. To be cured, a sick man has to understand that he is sick, and find out what is making him sick.
“With Pope Francis I have nothing.”
Indeed, you are right. You have had this poison – that was all you had to eat – taken away and are through the withdrawal and are now faced with the task of rebuilding your strength on wholesome, real food.
Having been forced to abandon your Papal Positivist heresy, you have nothing false, nothing deadly, nothing soul-killing, you are no longer taking a daily dose of poison. With Pope Francis you, we all, have had the glamour stripped away from Novusordoism so that we can all finally see it for what it is. You have had the unworthy caricature of Catholicism taken away from you, as it was shown to be a worthless fraud, a counterfeit. I would suggest that this is a positive step.
To switch analogies for a moment, imagine that the Faith is a life preserver. What if the thing you had been sold – this culturally-constructed, politicised, (in your own words “tribal”) sham Novusordoist pseudo-religion – was in fact a cheap knock-off that not only would fail to keep you afloat in water, but would itself become waterlogged and drag you down to your death had you been unlucky enough to be tossed in while wearing it? Shouldn’t you be glad to know that the thing you had to save your life was a fake before you needed it instead of after? Shouldn’t you be looking at all that and thinking, “Thank God I got rid of that in time!”
If you have nothing, then I strongly recommend moving heaven and earth, or more to the point, selling all you have, and purchasing the Real Thing. I would suggest, moreover, that your life does indeed depend upon it and that there is nothing else, nothing at all, more important. If you are a pauper, living under a bridge and eating out of a dumpster, and have the Faith, you have everything in the world.
“He that loveth father or mother more than me, is not worthy of me; and he that loveth son or daughter more than me, is not worthy of me. And he that taketh not up his cross, and followeth me, is not worthy of me. He that findeth his life, shall lose it: and he that shall lose his life for me, shall find it. He that receiveth you, receiveth me: and he that receiveth me, receiveth him that sent me.”
With Pope Francis, you have seen what all Traditionalists have seen. With him it is no longer possible to continue to be deceived. With him, you now can no longer cling to this illusory “safe” conservative novusordoist middle ground. I suggest that as you confront this more and more manfully, as your strength returns, you will start to see more and more how vast the damage really has been, how deeply infused with the Death Cult our whole world has become. It will be painful and shocking. Confronting evil is like that.
And for heaven sake, stop whining.
There’s a war on. Suit up.
As for myself, well, Christ is my King. I will follow my King, to whatever end.
"Where now the horse and the rider?
Where is the horn that was blowing?
Where is the helm and the hauberk, and the bright hair flowing?
Where is the hand on the harpstring, and the red fire glowing?
Where is the spring and the harvest and the tall corn growing?
They have passed away,
Like rain on the mountain,
Like a wind in the meadow;
The days have gone down in the West
Behind the hills into shadow.
Who shall gather the smoke of the dead wood burning,
Or behold the flowing years from the Sea returning?
So many want to follow Christ and His Blessed Mother but yet do not focus enough on the humanity of Christ but primarily His Divinity. We end up expecting a life on this earth reflecting the glory of Christ rather than His humanity. Christ hid His Divinity and showed us His humanity to give us the true example of what we must imitate and reflect. Christ for us is the Suffering Servant, the High Priest of self sacrifice, the One who lays down His life ,The Blessed Mother is the one most perfectly imitating Her Son.The mother of sorrows,Queen of Myrters the embodiment of the afflicted. We need to desire and embrace the suffering being given us in true imitation of Our Lord. Plead with God for these sufferings and do not shy away. Embrace the pain and alienation with all our hearts and when we begin to falter that is the time to reflect upon the magesty and glory of the Son of God Who has triumphed and will again triumph through us if only we stand strong beside His mother at the foot of the Cross. She and John who represented us did not stand far off but got up close and personal ,this is what we must do. This is the true source of joy ,that we console Our Savior in His suffering by sharing the load.