The above is the refrain of an old song, written during the year of the Fatima apparitions in 1917 and published a year later and sung by Harry Fay that coincided with the United States' entering the European theater in World War I that pretty well sums up what happened some forty years later and pinpoints the consequences "once they've seen Paree."

    With this aging codger looking at 70 just over the horizon after Lent, the memories begin to fade. Yet, though I may not remember what I did yesterday or last week, surprisingly and not so surprisingly, the nostalgic recollections of a time when family was everything come flooding back and it was all centered on the Church for she was the keystone of the family.

    Permit me to take you back in reminiscing of what once was and why it fell apart.

    I can recall all the way back to 1952 when I was nine-years old. I was in third grade at Assumption parish in Richfield, Minnesota, an area immediately south of the City of Minneapolis. Richfield, with its pristine new water tower and mostly new 950-square foot cookie cutter two-story gabled homes with deep basements were just starting to explode into the burgeoning suburb on new streets that stretched to the edge of the wheat and corn fields.

    My dad, who made a good living selling new Buicks for Swanberg & Scheefe Buick after his honorable discharge from the Army following his being injured on the field of war during the Battle of the Bulge, heard the siren for a better life for his family. Thus, in 1949 he and my mom moved us from the apartment where I was born near 30th and Bloomington Ave. in 1943 into a new home seven miles further south on 75th and 2nd Avenue in Richfield. Not a full-grown tree in site. Ours was one of the first tracts of homes that went up. We had a yard, garden and garage for the new cars my dad drove as demonstrators. Each year we'd get a new car. For those times that was something and to me our new home was a mansion. When I revisited the area several years ago, it was a shock to my system how small it really was.

    Such are the realities of life. So also the shock to the system of what Assumption had become post Vatican II. But more on that later. For now return with me to yesteryear, as the announcer always said in the introduction to The Lone Ranger...all the way back to the Jubilee Year of 1950. Pictures of the much-beloved pontiff Pope Pius XII were everywhere; not in the iconic way the conciliar 'popes' were, but rather in the essence that he was our shepherd and all listened to the charge of this holy Successor of Peter. We knew no other pope.

    We were especially proud that Pius had declared the dogma of the Assumption for it verified our parish name as if the founders knew when they dedicated the church back in 1886 to the Blessed Virgin Mary and her Assumption. The church was founded by German pioneers and soon attracted a handful of Scandanavian farmers along with a few Irish settlers at the turn of the century. It was the typical traditional church, dark and narrow with majestic stained glass windows, choir loft and a tall steeple. It was run efficiently by the Oblates of Mary Immaculate, a missionary Order that had a tremendous impact on my vocation. In fact the pastor of the parish Fr. Peter Schmitz, OMI was the first Oblate pastor back in 1916. I remember him fondly as a wise old man whose health was failing. He spoke with a heavy German accent and a kindly, but firm demeanor. Little did I realize then that he was ordained during the reign of the holy Pope St. Pius X. In fact, Fr. Schmitz even preceded Fatima!

    A year after becoming parishioners, Fr. Emil Twardochleb, OMI succeeded Fr. Schmitz as the new pastor. It was under Fr. Emil that I learned to serve and was inducted into the Knights of the Altar in the third grade. It was an honor I have always held as one of the highest forms of assisting at Holy Mass short of being a priest. And speaking of such, Fr. Emil planted the seeds for a vocation. His gentle way and my affinity for his height didn't hurt. Why? Because while I was just beginning to sprout at 4'10", Fr. Emil, a Czechoslovakian immigrant was only two inches taller. In fact, he needed a stool to stand on to reach the tabernacle. That came in handy for me as an altar boy. I couldn't reach the top of the altar to transfer the book, but with the stool in place I could get my hands around the heavy base and thus began the treacherous journey down the steps, genuflect and then mount the Gospel side. Talk about harrowing in those early years! I was always afraid I'd drop it or trip over the long cassock that dragged on my heels. They just didn't have cassocks to fit someone as short as I was. When my mom offered to take the cassock in a few inches, Fr. Emil remarked, "Yah, that's nice, but he'll grow and then it won't fit. But if I ever need some sewing done, may I call upon your services, Mrs. Cain?" She nodded affirmatively.

    That was one of the memories that has always stuck with me. The mutual courtesy and respect for priests and parents in working together for the welfare of souls. Each family hosted a dinner for the pastor and his two assistants every other night. Thus we would host one of the priests every three weeks or so. It was a big deal and we dressed in our Sunday best. We were so grateful we could invite a priest into our home on a regular basis. He would first bless the home and then join us for a Rosary or certain prayers, depending on the season. Then we would sit down and eat after grace. Those were some wonderful conversations and never do I remember any of the priests ever trending toward worldly things though we did discuss current events, but always in respect to how the Church discerned it, not our personal opinion. That is one of the great bulwarks of the pre-Vatican II Church that was sabotaged. After dinner, we were excused to do dishes, while mom and dad retired to the living room with Father to talk. I was not curious as to what they discussed, for we were taught by our parents, priests and the Benedictine Sisters to respect authority and their privacy.

   The good Sisters taught grades 1 through 8 and we toed the line if we wanted to avoid the scruff edge of an eraser missile or having our knuckles rapped by a pointer, expertly handled by the stalwart, dedicated nuns. No wonder we were such model children in those days. Did I mention how parents and teachers truly worked together to further the sensus Catholicus? I had such stalwart role models as my parents, the Oblate priests and the stern, but caring nuns. I remember fondly dear Sister Honorata who inspired me to mine my mind, heart and soul to love God all the more and use my God-given talents even as a third-grader.

   While the priests and nuns provided all the support parents would need in raising their children, our parents were intricately involved in Church life. They were active in all my activities growing up, always under the guidance of Catholic truth. My dad was a Fourth-Degree Knight of Columbus as well as in the Holy Name Society where he would usher and help run the Annual Bazaar and Carnival. Mom was in Christian Mothers and head of the Garden Club, bring a few neighbors into the Church, in fact. As a parish families helped the building fund by sweeping out and cleaning Metropolitan Stadium in Bloomington after every Twins and Vikings games, the latter often including shoveling snow off seats and aisles in much the same manner they still do in Green Bay, one of the last bastions of community togetherness where Unions are not involved. Sadly, when the the Met was torn down and replaced by balloon bag known as the Metrodome, the unions forged higher ticket prices. As an aside, I have to ask if anything good has come from the unions since 1960 in the same way I would ask if anything good has evolved from the church of Vatican II. You don't have to answer that, the results are obvious on both counts.

    Looking back through my years at Assumption and then as a minor seminarian at the Oblate Scholasticate Our Lady of the Ozarks in Carthage, Missouri from 1957 through 1963 and one year of Novitiate at Immaculate Heart of Mary in Alton, Illinois I can honestly say I never saw any of the behavior, attitude, or scandals found so prevalently in the Novus Ordo today. To me that speaks volumes.

    Also in retrospect I can see the hand of God guiding me to reach more souls without a Roman Collar on than if I were a priest. I know that may sound boastful, but those are the very words that came out of my mouth and heart to my Novice Master Fr. Leo Figge, OMI on Holy Saturday afternoon in 1964 when I confided to him that I had finally made up my mind as to my vocation. For three years there were daily doubts. Was I going to be a priest or a layman? Thanks to the spiritual direction of Fr. Figge and Fr. Francis Zachmann, OMI, a fellow Minnesotan and the man I most admired and emulated - and of whom I would say was the most influential person in molding me into who I am today, I came to the right decision where from that day on to this very day I have never had a second of regret. It was only in these later years in the early 2000's, after refreshing most of what I had learned but forgotten, that I realized had I gone on I would never have become a priest for I would have been 'ordained' after 1968 and it would have been the null and void new orders of Paul VI, which we all know cannot be valid. Those who doubt that need to see Pope Pius XII's Sacramentum Ordinis and Father Anthony Cekada's excellent documentation with Absolutely Null and Utterly Void and Still Null and Still Void as well as Why the New Bishops Are Not True Bishops.

    In the journey of my life therefore, I am reminded of Cyndi's pet phrase, "God writes straight with crooked lines." In a roundabout way God brought both my bride and I full circle early in the third millennium all the while protecting us both from being swallowed whole into the CONciLIAR clutches. Credit goes first to Our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ, then His most Holy Blessed Mother. After that, tributes go out equally to my parents, the Oblates, and the tough but loving nuns, and the rock in my life, my wife who has become more in recent years the contemplative Mary to my active Martha, if you will. Yes, Cyndi deserves the better part as Jesus affirms in St. Luke 10: 42, "But one thing is necessary. Mary hath chosen the best part, which shall not be taken away from her." In short, because of all these favorable factors, and despite being troubled by many things as Martha was, I was preserved from being devoured by the roaring lion (cg. 1 St. Peter 5: 8) or swayed by the world, the flesh and the devil. Yes, truly, there but for the grace of God go I.

    Now many might say I led a sheltered life. If so, then Deo gratias. Yet I don't remember being sheltered. Rather I was harbored. I had room to run, but the field was always safe. We had television - heck, I was weaned on Saturday morning black and white serials, Ed Sullivan, Sid Caesar, Milton Berle and Davy Crockett. Yes, I had a coonskin cap to match. I listened to the top 40 on KDWB in the Twin Cities. Heck, I worked at Snuffy's Drive-in during the summers for six years with car-hops galore. There was a lot of pranks, but no hanky-panky. We'd pile into our '55 Chevies and '57 Plymouths and a Ford woodie wagon after work and pore into the drive-in movie theaters to catch the nightcap film. Guys and gals. Still no hanky-panky.

    Because I wasn't on my guard, as well as countless others, we didn't realize that the pursuit of seeing Paree was leading many down the path of Pinochioism. You remember the wooden puppet Pinochio who longed to be a real boy and disobeyed his inventor Gepetto in favor of following the siren of his peers that led down the primrose path to ruin? When he lied, his nose grew longer. While many cannot see their fellow neighbors' noses grow longer when they deceive, God does and that's all that counts. Yet so many fail to realize that. Those who are saved are so by the grace of God and what we do with the specific talents and treasures we are endowed with by our Creator. Yet, while we may have realized that, we weren't as vigilant as we should have been. We took too much for granted. It was the times and it was the Church.

    Ah, there's the rub. Hollywood marched to the Church's tune. Anyone remember the Legion of Decency? What was one of the most popular program on television? Bishop Fulton Sheen and a blackboard. The only one still using a blackboard today is Glenn Beck. Pray for Glenn. He is so right in so many ways and is right about needing to put God first, but as a fallen-away Catholic he's heading up a cul-de-sac with his Mormonism.

    And since the 1960's billions of Catholics have also been heading up a dead-end CONciLIAR complacent cul-de-sac and few have a GPS to direct them to the right road because they've been programmed to believe their pilot program, one that keeps changing to placate the world whereas those who know where they should be are planted firmly on the right road and the traffic, sadly, is light. What traditional Catholics would dearly love is to see rush-hour on the roads where the masses finally wake up, connect the dots and return to the right course. Of course, that's pretty difficult when the devil has programmed the GPS (Go Protestant, Suckers).

  &nsp; Why and how did this happen? Bishop Richard Williamson in his latest "Eleison Comments" (#287 for January 12, 2013) titled "Fiftiesism Returns" reminds all that

"...was not the Catholicism of the 1950's like a man standing on the edge of a tall and dangerous cliff? On the one hand it was still standing at a great height, otherwise Vatican II would not have been such a fall. On the other hand it was dangerously close to the edge of the cliff, otherwise again it could not have fallen so precipitously in the 1960's. By no means everything was bad in the Church of the 1950's, but it was too close to disaster. Why ?

"Because Catholics in general in the 1950's were outwardly maintaining the appearances of the true religion, but inwardly too many were flirting with the godless errors of the modern world: liberalism (what matters most in life is freedom), subjectivism (so man's mind and will are free of any objective truth or law), indifferentism (so it does not matter what religion a man has), and so on. So Catholics having the faith and not wanting to lose it, gradually adapted it to these errors. They would attend Mass on Sundays, they might still go to confession, but they would be feeding their minds on the vile media, and their hearts would be chafing at certain laws of the Church, on marriage for the laity, on celibacy for the clergy. So they might be keeping the faith, but they wanted less and less to swim against the powerful current of the glamorous and irreligious world all around them. They were getting closer and closer to the edge of the cliff."

    His Excellency is right. In retrospect I can see what he means because things seemed to be going smoothly, too smoothly as we see now. There were very few outward signs that we were close to the cliff. I can remember the pastor after Fr. Twardachleb retired, Father John F. Lewis, OMI warning from the pulpit in the late 50's that within 25 years priests would be allowed to be married if the Church was not vigilant. Thank God that last bastion hasn't been breached, not that there haven't been attempts at that and worse. But most brushed off his warnings as doom and gloom. Oh, we should have listened more attentively to what he was trying to alert the faithful of the trouble ahead. How could we all have been so naive? In truth, we had it too good. And you don't realize just how good until you lose it. The problem for most, however, is that it was not recognized as lost until, for several generations, it was too late.

    Consider the culture of the 50's compared to the drastic revolution of the 60's. Parents from the greatest generation who had made so many sacrifices from the Great Depression through World War II wanted to give their children (our generation) what they didn't have. They wanted to provide the comforts that were available without realizing how dangerous it could be. You see, it snuck up on them the same way Vatican II snuck up on the Church. The 50's generation had found their comfort zone and settled in raising families with no thought of contraception or abortion. If an unmarried woman or girl ever got pregnant it was a scandal. Someone who was divorced was shunned. Remember Adlai Stevenson? He actually lost the election to Dwight David Eisehnower in 1956 because he was divorced whereas Ike had Mamie. Contrast that with the philanderer William Jefferson Clinton who never met a woman he didn't take advantage of and, like teflon, has slid right on by without correction by a compromised media that long ago sold out.

    Can we say the same for Catholics, even the priests? Yes and no. Yes, because what supposedly passes as 'Catholic' today hardly represents the true Faith Christ founded upon the Rock of Peter and continued the constituted evangelic tradition and purity of the orthodox Faith and the Christian religion up until the sixties. But then how were most Catholics today to know what was true before Vatican II when the true Faith has been so suppressed and altered to cater to modern times? Also, take into consideration several other factors that I will list here.

    First, Catholics were weaned on obedience to authority, with the chief authority being the Pope. Not since Pope Alexander VI was there a doubt about the moral character of a pontiff. So why would anyone doubt a Pope, especially one the world ballyhooed so? Because the media made him into a caring 'papa' who wanted to open a window to the world - aggiornamento - of course they would carry his water and promote his progressive agenda. You would think that if there was anything questionable at the Council the bishops and cardinals would have caught it and prevented anything non-Catholic from passing, but the truth is that most rubber-stamped the decrees in much the manner Congress today passes bills without reading them.

    Those few at the Council who did read the schematas did raise opposition, but they were outnumbered and silenced in typical fashion by the liberals in using the tactics of isolating, denigrating and ridiculing the right, something so prevalent today by the far-left media.

    Take into consideration as well that the schematas or drafts of the documents for the Second Vatican Council had been widely circulated to all the bishops at least a year prior and many had studied them. But it was the old bait and switch routine pulled by the progressivists led by the contingent in the Rhine that infected the Tiber. You see just before the Council opened they were somehow able to rewrite the schematas so that those voted on were not the same, but few realized it for two reasons. One, they didn't bother to re-read them thinking falsely that they already knew what they contained, and two, their Latin had become lazy because the rumor had been buzzing since Cardinal Angelo Roncalli's election that Latin would begin to be de-emphasized in favor of the vernacular so more would understand it. Already we were seeing the decline of the Mother tongue and few realized it. I remember our Latin professor in the seminary Fr. Joseph Paris, OMI saying it would happen over his dead body. Unfortunately, he did die, but many, many years after he caved because his order caved. And that is the tragic case of most Orders and Congregations that were teeming with vocations in the 50's. Because of the Vow of Obedience, they were swept into the vortex of what I call "Vaticantwarianism" that ushered in the Great Apostasy foretold by St. Paul in 2 Thessalonians 2: 8-10.

    When the Council was in session, the coffee klatches on Rome's streets were cells where prelates plotted their agendas on how to sneak through such things as "subsistet" into the document Lumen Gentium, inserted by Cardinal Josef Frings' protegé, who was his assistant at the Council. We all know the identity of that peritus: Fr. Josef Ratzinger!

    In truth the deck was stacked against the Church from the beginning because most underestimated the power of the devil. Divine revelation, tradition, the saints and Our Lady had foretold this time and yet it happened because so few were prepared, so few believed it possible. So few realized how history repeats itself if one doesn't learn from history. They forgot about the Protestant revolution, about the French Revolution and, yes, the American Revolution. Despite Pope Leo XIII's warning against the heresy of Americanism, the American bishops by and large ignored his warning and continued on, recognizing the separation of Church and State because they were under the false impression you had to go along in order to get along.

    And that is what Bishop Williamson was referring to in his Eleison Comment when he posed this question:

"Burning question: how could the leaders of the Society of St Pius X, which was founded by Archbishop Lefebvre to resist the Newchurch, now be seeking its favours in order to rejoin it? One answer is that they never fully understood the Archbishop. After the disaster of Vatican II in the 1960's, they saw in him the best continuation of the pre-disaster Church of the 1950's. In reality he was much more than that, but once he died, all they wanted was to go back to the cosy Catholicism of the 1950's. And they were not alone in preferring Christ without his Cross. It is a very popular formula."

    Wow! "Christ without His Cross." At first glance, that can't be right, but on second thought, he's right. A generation that had been pampered and spoiled by their parents had it too good. Rather than intensifying the Faith, making reparations and sacrifices as their parents had, we longed for Paree without realizing it. Just as His Excellency said above about "flirting with godless errors" we failed to realize if you play with fire you can get burned and sure enough, the more we longed to experiment the hotter the flames soared. Most Catholics rejoiced when fasting laws were relaxed from midnight to three hours, then one hour for liquids. Fridays were for fish, but few realized why because parishes held fish fries to raise funds and the concept of penance and making expiation were relegated to Lent. The rest of the year, live it up but don't miss Mass. There was a saying years ago: "Mr. Catholic went to Mass, never missed a Sunday, Mr. Catholic went to hell for what he did on Monday."

    And slowly but surely Mondays became the norm as the conciliar church began to relax more of the disciplines, so much so that most nuns removed their habits in order to be better received by the world when in truth they had lost respect for taking off their uniforms that marked them as Brides of Christ. Many priests opted to remove the Roman collars and be your buddy rather than shepherds of souls. Bishops retired to their ivory towers, living the good life. The epicurean lifestyle they led also contributed to attracting more effeminate men that, well, you know the result of that today. If not, we strongly recommend you read Mrs. Randy Engel's shocking but true book The Rite of Sodomy - Homosexuality and the Roman Catholic Church, but be sure you have a strong stomach for what you'll discover.

    Also, truth be told, most Catholics went along with changes because they were establishing a comfort zone and the more the conciliar church relaxed things, the more relaxed they became in this Newchurch that Protestants would be favorable to, whereas before Vatican II they were suspicious of Catholics as a cult. Few realized the devil's diabolic disorientation was to introduce changes and anathema a little at a time for had the faithful known of what it would render, they would have rejected it in the same manner the villagers would storm the castle with pitchforks. But satan masked his sharply pronged tool for the mask of "everyone is doing it, so how can it be wrong" mentality. In retrospect, it is a crime that more did not see that the main agenda of the conciliar clan was to placate man as evidenced by the encyclicals, pronouncements and lessening the disciplines such as abolishing the Index of Books and foresaking the Legion of Decency while rationalizing more and more as relative.

    What had once been the beacon of truth and common sense gave way to the waves of the world's whims that lashed against her shores. The Barque of Peter which had mastered the turbulent seas throughout the centuries saw the barnacles of banality and benefits scrape at her hull until she was leaking like a sieve. As depicted in the vision St. John Bosco had of so many abandoning the Barque, few realized the captain would as well. That is what the conciliar 'popes' did in self-excommunicating themselves - setting themselves as well as their followers - nearly two billion strong to drift aimlessly looking to land on solid ground where in actuality they were sinking and perhaps they might have settled on a sandy reef for awhile, it was really sifting sand as Our Lord referred to in the Gospels.

    The Lighthouse of Catholic Truth had been eclipsed by the dark night of souls. Where could Catholics look for safe land? Where was the Light? There were a few who from the very beginning manned lifeboats and clung to the remnants of the Barque, battered and bruised without an admiral to lead them. A few Ensigns in purple cloth who had rejected what Vatican II intended took control, marshaling the few lifeboats to safe harbors until the true Barque would be restored and a true ship's Captain manned the wheel to steer her back in the true direction intended by God. These were the early bishops, priests, religious and faithful who remained true to the sensus Catholicus and rowed against the current that grew stronger as the years passed. Few realized they'd be rowing for over half a century with little hope of the Barque being repaired in their lifetime.

    Three generations have come and gone since the 50's and only through the advent of the internet did many learn of their plight and the real situation that Vatican II created. I know that without the resources on the web we would not have discovered the truth. Yes, it took grace to preserve us, but it also took our own hard work just as Jesus expects of us, to dig deeper and uncover what went wrong and why. I often am reminded of the parable of the ten lepers who were healed and only one returned to give thanks to Our Lord in St. Luke 17: 14-19. I compare my own experience in life to this parable for while I began with 54 seminarian classmates in my Freshmen year of High School, there were only ten when I graduated with my A.A. from Our Lady of the Ozarks six years later. A few years ago we had a reunion of Oblate seminarians at the Oblate Shrine of Our Lady of the Snows in Belleville, Illinois. I was shocked to discover that out of my ten colleagues, I was the only one there who had returned to the truths and traditions of holy Mother Church. The rest, both clergy and laity that also incorporated nearly 150 former students from 1952 through 1976 were either entrenched in the conciliar climes or fallen away. It hit me about my own class and I gave thanks, not as the publican, but as a grateful soul reminiscent of the Samaritan, remembering Christ's words in St. Luke 17: 17-19, "Were not ten made clean? Where are the nine? There is no one found to return and give glory to God, but this stranger? ...Arise, go thy way; for thy faith hath made thee whole."

    Our way of showing our gratitude is to do all in our power to share the true Faith through this apostolate of SANCTUS and its flagship publication here the DailyCatholic now in its 18th year of publishing on the net, to help others connect the dots, to show them how the Light can penetrate the darkness, how the only answer to restoring the sense of family is to emulate the Holy Family, how the only answer to true peace in the world is not through politics or a One World Order as today's leaders from Washington to the Vatican lobby for, but to restore the Social Kingship of Christ as our Sovereign King and Mary as our Immaculate Queen. Keeping in mind Our Lady's words at Fatima that "In the end my Immaculate Heart will triumph" and more importantly her divine Son's words "For as the lightning that lighteneth from under Heaven, shineth unto the parts that are under Heaven, so shall the Son of man be in His day."

    We know someday that Light will shine brighter than ever again. God promised. But we know not the time nor the hour. Yet we can never be discouraged and keep plodding, mindful that we have much to suffer before we can enjoy the laurels of victory. After all, Jesus Himself said in St. Luke 17: 25, "But first He must suffer many things, and be rejected by this generation."

    So also must we suffer and be rejected by this generation if we are to succeed in our mission. We are in a time of chastisement for the sins of many, including our own. In retrospect we should have seen the signs at the outset, but we were blinded by the bright lights of Paree, so to speak, the siren of success blinded so many to the reality that the devil does indeed exist and he has convinced so many he doesn't that they would sell their soul to remain in their comfort zone, a realm that is on a slippery slope where the family has been forsaken for political correctness and the sophistic "unity of community"; where speaking out against the sins of homosexuality and abortion are sins to the world; where women are emasculated while men are encouraged to seek their feminine side in a world that has turned topsy-turvy.

    What true Catholic doesn't want to die today in the state of Sanctifying Grace and leave it all behind for heavenly glory? Yet, true Catholics will take a page from the matriarch of the Holy Family who had the choice of the latter but chose to delay it to stay with the Apostles until they were on their feet and well on their way to converting the world as her divine Son charged them to do in St. Mark 16: 15-16, "Go ye into the whole world, and preach the gospel to every creature. He that believeth and is baptized, shall be saved: but he that believeth not shall be condemned."

    There are too many out there who are not baptized and don't believe, and there are just as many today out there who are baptized but don't believe anymore. No wonder the family unit has fallen apart. We can trace the source of this decline to Vatican II with no doubts. So what are we going to do about it? We can begin this week to dedicate ourselves to what the Church Unity Octave - that begins the end of this week - means. It means we need to pray for the conversion of pagans, infidels, Jews, Muslims, Schismatic Orthodox, Protestants, Freemasons, those trapped in the Occult, New Agers, and Vatican II Catholics. But prayer itself isn't enough. We need to convert others through our own example and our preaching, not through brow-beating, but by doing as St. Paul encourages and why in 2 Timothy 4: 2-5: "Preach the word: be instant in season, out of season: reprove, entreat, rebuke in all patience and doctrine. For there shall be a time, when they will not endure sound doctrine; but, according to their own desires, they will heap to themselves teachers, having itching ears: And will indeed turn away their hearing from the truth, but will be turned unto fables. But be thou vigilant, labor in all things, do the work of an evangelist, fulfill thy ministry. Be sober."

    Just as Paul was ready to be sacrificed as he noted in verse 6, so also we today must be willing to do the same if we are true followers of Christ. Paree can wait, we have an even greater goal ahead that pales in comparison. It's called Heaven. Despite what the world thinks, despite the seemingly insurmountable odds of ever returning to what the Church was in the 50's just as Bishop Williamson criticized SSPX leaders for wanting to be recognized by the conciliar church as he wrote,

"The 1950's are gone, gone forever, and it is sheer dreaming to wish for their return."

    Yes, those days are gone, but the dream is not dead. We believe someday, someway the Church will be restored, most probably definitely not in our lifetime, but in God's time. Yet if we do not pass on what we were taught in the 50's to those brainwashed by the indoctrination camps of church and state today, it could be delayed much longer. It is up to us to come together as a faithful family of traditional Catholics to seek first the restoration of the family unit by reminding all of the virtues and example of the Holy Family. All else will follow. After all, with Jesus, Mary and good St. Joseph on our side, how can we lose. I know, it sounds impossible. What was that Christ said as recorded in St. Matthew 19: 26, St. Mark 10: 27, and St. Luke 18: 27? Oh yeah, "With men this is impossible: but with God all things are possible."

    Knowing that, I favor the family to win out. After all, blood is thicker than water and when we can count on the Body and Blood of Christ to sustain us, how can we lose? But it will take hard work and much sacrifice. Are you in? Isn't it time to reverse the division? Of course, because too long the equation has off kilter and as the great experiment of the Modernists have proven: Family minus Faith equals Failure. That adds up to something we must save as we work together in restoring the sensus Catholicus of Family.

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