Ridding the World of Catholics

The face of Antifa

I look at this picture and think, "Yikes! Someone please help me!" But no one comes because of course I am sitting at my computer and this is merely a picture on the screen.

But if this were real and I were truly facing vile and wicked wolves wanting my death so as to rid the world of one more troublesome Catholic, what would I do?

If I happened to be foolish enough to be alone in the wilderness and get into a situation where rabid wolves wanted to taste my blood, I would have to fight for my life. Running would not be an option. I'd have to growl back at them and show my teeth. Squint my eyes and look as mean as they do. Maybe throw in a bit of dripping saliva to complete the aura of trying to look like an equal contender in the fight to be.

Fortunately, I'm smart enough not to wander around in forests at twilight. But we all wander in this world and there are living wolves wanting our death. Human wolves looking very much like the ones in the picture above. They are all the people in the history of the world wanting to rid the universe of God and His Catholic Church, of priests and nuns and religious and Catholic people in general. Of you. And me. Of our loved ones and families, our friends and parents, spouses, siblings and yes, even our little animals. Why? Because they are predators and we are their prey.

Let the Persecution Begin?

I agree with Michael Voris that the Church needs serious cleansing, but I can't be so quick to say, "Bring on the persecution." Michael isn't married and has no children. And when I think of the persecution sweeping up my grandchildren, I think of the 14-year-old martyr of Mexico, Blessed José Luis Sánchez del Río depicted in the film about the Cristeros, For Greater Glory. He was brutally tortured before he was ruthlessly murdered for refusing to deny Christ.

Whatever happens in the future, I pray that God gives strength to my children and their families. I wish I were like the mother of the seven sons in the Old Testament who told her boys to die courageously and watched their torture and execution, but I'm a coward who hopes I don't live to see my grandchildren suffer. I'm not like the saints who asked for martyrs' crowns. I don't have that much confidence that I'd hold out. And so I only pray that God gives me the grace to be faithful to the end. But please, Lord, spare me Mary's agony. I don't want to see my children and grandchildren suffer.