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How are you going, all you Catholic dudes and dames out there, buffeted and betrayed as you are by the scandals of this Leonine 'Pontificate'? If you're financially dependent on the Church in any way, as priests, bishops, podcasters and influencers - or emotionally dependent, like children tied to the conciliar cult's apron strings by the Novus Ordo, and trying to pretend everything in the garden's rosy, it must be pretty hellish.
But God tells us to rejoice! Huh? How? Why? Because, if we can still "think what is good" and "do what is good" (yesterday's Collect) then the worse things get, the better our opportunities become for that union with the Divine we pray for in the Mass. That union with Christ Who tells us, "The Father himself loveth you, because you have loved me, and have believed that I came out from God.” So that staying focused on doing His will, keeping our eyes on Christ crucified and embracing insults and invective for His sake, we grow in His love. It's spiritual savings earning interest in heaven's bank.
Pejoratives like 'Sede' and 'Schismatic' will serve to divorce us ever more emphatically, as sheep separated from goats, from the apostate, homoheretical Leonine cult, which is destined to end very badly. So that right there is the "good" we can think and do, by loving our enemies and praying for those who persecute us. Saving souls.
The electrifying, edifyingly eloquent Chris Jackson of Hiraeth in Exile knows what he's talking about. Read on.
The Command to Rejoice When Everything Looks Lost
“Declare it with the voice of joy.”
That is how Holy Mother Church begins the Mass of the Fifth Sunday after Easter. She begins with a command: speak it out, make it heard, carry it to the ends of the earth.
“The Lord hath redeemed his people.”
Christian hope stands amid betrayal, ruins, cowardice, and apparent defeat, and still says what the Church has always said: Christ has risen, Christ has redeemed His people, Christ has not abandoned His own.
That is why this Introit is so fitting for traditional Catholics living through the present humiliation. We have seen enough episcopal cowardice to last several lifetimes. We have watched Leo XIV continue the same postconciliar machine while the same professional explainers insist that every new outrage is either misunderstood, exaggerated, or somehow a hidden victory.
We have seen men who once spoke bravely now lower their voices, adjust their posture, and lecture the faithful about patience while Rome continues its long war against tradition.
And still the Church sings Alleluia. The Church sings because her joy does not depend upon the health of the visible managers of the postconciliar apparatus, but upon the Blood of Christ, the Resurrection of Christ, the victory of Christ, and the certainty that God can preserve His own even when nearly every human support gives way.
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The Prayer for Good Thoughts and Holy Action
The Collect asks God for two things: that we may think what is good, and that we may perform it.
This is a perfect prayer for an age of confusion. The first need is to think rightly and see things as they are. To call the Faith the Faith, error error, revolution revolution, betrayal betrayal. A man cannot act well if he has first trained himself to think falsely.
This is where so much of the Catholic world has collapsed. The postconciliar mind has been trained to mistrust clarity. It rewards ambiguity and can watch the enemies of tradition rewarded, the faithful punished, doctrine blurred, the Mass restricted, and still ask whether perhaps we are being too negative.
The Collect will have none of that. “By thy holy inspiration we may think those things that be good.”
Good thoughts are not merely pleasant thoughts. They are thoughts conformed to God, to the Faith, to the saints, to the martyrs, to the old catechisms, to the Mass of the ages, to the actual religion handed down from the Apostles. A Catholic mind begins with God.
But the prayer does not stop at thought. It asks that “by thy merciful guiding” we may perform what is good. Many traditional Catholics know the truth and yet feel paralyzed. They see the problem clearly. They know the public narrative is false. They know the diocesan machinery is hostile to tradition. They know the media courtiers will explain away anything Leo does. Yet they wonder what can be done.
The answer begins where the Collect begins. Think rightly. Pray rightly. Then do the good before you.
Keep the Faith. Assist at the true Mass where you can. Teach your children the catechism. Refuse the lies. Support faithful priests. Stop subsidizing institutions that mock your ancestors and despise your children. Speak clearly when silence would make you complicit. Do the works of mercy. Keep your soul clean. Do not let righteous anger rot into bitterness.
God does not ask every Catholic to solve the whole crisis. He does ask every Catholic to be faithful in it.
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| The fox in the hen house |
Be Ye Doers of the Word
St. James gives the Epistle like a sword: “Be ye doers of the word, and not hearers only, deceiving your own selves.”
There is a false traditionalism that hears endlessly and does almost nothing. It consumes sermons, podcasts, livestreams, articles, conference talks, and private commentary. It knows every scandal. It can narrate every betrayal. It can identify every bad bishop and every compromised spokesman.
Yet if all of this knowledge produces no conversion, no courage, no sacrifice, no amendment of life, no greater fidelity, then St. James says the man is deceiving himself.
The crisis in the Church is real. It is immense. But even a real crisis can become spiritually dangerous if we use it to avoid the interior work God demands.
A man can be right about Vatican II and still be vain, lazy, impure, gluttonous, cowardly, cruel, prayerless, and worldly. A woman can see through every synodal trick and still fail in charity, modesty, patience, and obedience to the duties of her state in life. A writer can expose modernism and still love applause more than truth. A priest can say the old Mass and still lose the spirit of Christ.
St. James will not permit us to turn traditional Catholicism into mere commentary. The Faith must be done. The Rosary must be prayed. The fast must be kept. The tongue must be bridled. The poor must be helped. The children must be formed. The widow must be visited. The soul must remain “unspotted from this world.”
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| For latterday Pharisees and grifters, hell on earth |
That last phrase is devastating in our time. The postconciliar revolution has always involved a gradual surrender to the world. Its instinct is to be accepted by the world, praised by the world, forgiven by the world, and eventually absorbed by the world. It wants the Church to appear reasonable to the very age that has legalized child murder, celebrated sexual perversion, mutilated language, mocked chastity, and enthroned the autonomous self.
St. James describes true religion in one sentence: mercy toward those in tribulation and separation from the stain of the world.
That is the opposite of modern religious theater. True religion has charity, purity, discipline, and fidelity.
The faithful do not need permission from compromised men to live it.
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The Mirror and the Forgotten Face
St. James compares the hearer who does not act to a man who looks at his face in a mirror and then walks away, forgetting what he saw.
This is one of the deepest images in the readings. The Faith is a mirror. Tradition is a mirror. The old Mass is a mirror. The lives of the saints are a mirror. They show us what we are, what we have lost, and what God calls us to become.
That is why the enemies of tradition hate the old Mass so much. It remembers. It remembers God’s majesty. It remembers sacrifice. It remembers sin. It remembers hierarchy. It remembers silence. It remembers adoration. It remembers that man is dust and that Christ is King. It remembers everything the modern Church has tried to forget.
The postconciliar system wants Catholics to glance at the mirror and then walk away. Yes, yes, beautiful heritage, ancient patrimony, legitimate aspirations, pastoral sensitivity, a few Latin hymns, perhaps a little incense when permitted. Then back to the managed revolution. Back to the committee room. Back to the altar girls, lay ministers, anthropocentric worship, doctrinal fog, and episcopal cowardice. Back to forgetting what manner of man we are.
But the faithful who continue in the “perfect law of liberty” are blessed in their deed.
This phrase is crucial. The world thinks liberty means emancipation from law. The modern Catholic bureaucracy often speaks as if liberty means emancipation from doctrine. St. James says the opposite. True liberty is found in the perfect law. To be bound to God is freedom. To be bound to tradition is freedom. To be bound to truth is freedom.
The man who refuses the revolution is not cramped, bitter, or nostalgic. He is freer than the bishop who cannot speak plainly because he fears Rome, donors, journalists, chancery staff, and the professional Catholic class.
A Catholic kneeling before the old altar, saying the old prayers, believing the old doctrine, teaching his children the old catechism, and refusing the fashionable lies of the age has more liberty than every careerist prelate with a pectoral cross and a carefully worded statement.
Ask, and Your Joy Shall Be Full
The Gospel brings us into the intimacy of the Upper Room. Christ is preparing His disciples for His departure. He speaks of asking the Father in His name. He promises that their joy shall be full.
This is not a shallow promise. The disciples will soon scatter. They will see their Master betrayed, mocked, scourged, crucified, and buried. Later they will be hated, hunted, imprisoned, exiled, and martyred. Yet Christ speaks of joy.
The joy He promises is not the joy of institutional comfort, seeing everything go well in history, having respectable leaders, safe structures, and visible success. It is the joy of union with Him.
“In that day you shall ask in my name.”
The faithful must recover this confidence. We are living through an ecclesiastical chastisement, but we are not orphans. The Father hears those who love His Son. Christ Himself says, “The Father himself loveth you, because you have loved me, and have believed that I came out from God.”
That sentence should be written on the heart of every abandoned traditional Catholic. When bishops treat you like a problem, when dioceses act as if your love for the old Mass is a disease, when Catholic media figures scold you for noticing the obvious, when Rome rewards the destroyers and disciplines the faithful, remember this: the Father Himself loveth you.
Not because you belong to the approved faction or because a chancery recognizes your instincts as pastorally acceptable. The Father loves those who love Christ and believe Him.
That is enough.
The crisis has stripped away many illusions. It has revealed how much of the visible Catholic world was held together by slogans, personalities, institutional habit, and wishful thinking. It has shown that many men who spoke fiercely against confusion under Francis became strangely delicate once Leo XIV arrived. It has exposed a media class more afraid of losing access than losing the Faith.
Good. Let the exposure do its work. Let the masks fall. The Gospel does not tell us to ask access journalists for courage, or bishops for permission to believe, or Vatican functionaries for a certificate of sanity. It tells us to ask the Father in the name of the Son.
“Ask, and you shall receive, that your joy may be full.”
Christ Leaves the World, Yet Does Not Abandon His Own
“I came forth from the Father, and am come into the world: again I leave the world, and I go to the Father.”
The disciples think they understand. “Behold, now thou speakest plainly.” Yet their confidence will soon be tested.
So will ours.
Christ’s departure to the Father is not defeat. It is the condition of His heavenly intercession, His royal triumph, and the sending of the Holy Ghost. The visible absence of Christ does not mean the absence of His power. Likewise, the visible ruin of Catholic institutions does not mean the death of the Church.
God can permit eclipse without permitting extinction. He can allow the unworthy to occupy places of influence without surrendering His Bride to them. He can reduce His faithful to scattered households, mission chapels, hidden priests, little schools, and lonely acts of fidelity, and still preserve the indefectible Church more surely than any bureaucratic machine ever could.
Traditional Catholics must learn again the severe consolation of Providence. God is not surprised by Leo XIV, cowardly bishops, the latest synodal obscenity or the latest conservative explanation for why this time we should wait, soften, nuance, and trust the process. None of this lies outside His permission.
That does not excuse the guilty or make evil good. It means that the faithful may suffer without panic.
Christ has gone to the Father. Christ reigns. Christ hears. Christ will judge.
The men who now treat the inheritance of the saints as a museum piece, a bargaining chip, or an embarrassment will not have the last word.
He Hath Not Suffered My Feet to Be Moved
The Offertory gives one of the most beautiful lines of the day: “Who hath set my soul to live: and hath not suffered my feet to be moved.”
This is the testimony many traditional Catholics can give, even through tears.
God has not given us an easy time. He has not spared us confusion. He has not spared us from seeing shepherds act like hirelings. He has not spared us from being mocked as rigid, nostalgic, divisive, angry, or schismatic by men who have made peace with every spirit of the age.
But He has set our souls to live.
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| Meditate on the Mysteries. Pray. Pray. Pray. Do penance |
He gave us the Faith. He gave us the Mass. He gave us the Rosary.
He gave us the Roman Catechism, the old missals, the saints, the martyrs, the Fathers, the Doctors, the Sacred Heart, the Immaculate Heart, the Brown Scapular, the Stations of the Cross, the old prayers at the foot of the altar, the Dies Irae, the Te Deum, the Angelus, and the memory of a Catholic world that modern men tried to bury before discovering it still had children.
He has not suffered our feet to be moved. https://bigmodernism.substack.com/p/the-voice-of-joy-in-a-time-of-ruins
Saints Philip and James, Apostles and Martyrs, please pray for us
