We are at war.
Just as with every other staid Dominion, it has come upon us seemingly unaware; and we have taken far too long to realize:
a. It is to the bitter end.
b. We are losing
Each realm has its hierarchy, and when faced with conquest it is crucial they change rapidly from a peacetime institution into one fully geared to fight. The parade ground officers of peacetime, those with the pedigrees, resumes, and sharpest uniform creases must be identified and reassigned accordingly. Those with the willingness to risk all, assault, counterattack and never concede must be brought up through the ranks fast and turned loose upon the enemy.
Labeled a disheveled drunkard (and God forbid, a family man), Ulysses Grant became a man overwhelmed with revisionist visions of historical nincompoopery. How did such a statistical cipher attain his place in history? How indeed! By winning, that is how; capturing three armies and destroying one in the course of thirty months. As Abe Lincoln stated to Grants detractors, “I cannot spare this man, He fights!”.
Our Lord recently raised more than a General Grant: a Deborah. Mother Angelica- raised up as much to chastise as to lead us. We, the techno-wondrous relativists of the ages should not be so much proud of her as chagrined; Our Almighty Father must resort to a Cloistered nun to rouse and lead the rest of us.Mothers time at the front has passed. Her mighty shadow still hovers over the fray, yet who now is willing to plant themselves before the ranks crying, “follow Him!” Who now will risk calumny, dishonor and failure for the Cross of Christ?
The early Christians did so in droves. They lived, professed, suffered and died like flies; thence a civilization arose. Later Christians took their ease; quarreling and then rebelling as the immature siblings they were, rending their house asunder to everlasting shame and regret. Christians today throughout the world live, profess, suffer and once again die like flies… so that those of us may now live like flies? We with the most to offer, give up the least, and that grudgingly.
At the end of WWII the Nazis were producing more weapons in a month than they could previously in entire years; what they ran out of was soldiers. Here now at the end of the age, we produce more “stuff” now in a day than we used to in a year. we as well are in danger of running out of soldiers; losing saints at a prodigious rate upon every front to heresy, apostasy and death. Drop your wallets. Go to your knees. Grasp your rosary and fight. To those who doubt, listen perhaps to someone better acquainted with combat, Napoleon Bonaparte; “In war, Morale is to Materiel as Three is to One”
It is not Uncle Sam saying, “We want You!”
It is the Holy Trinity.