Obey Your Body

Traversing a mall with a friend recently, we spotted a booth selling some crap in a bag with pretty ribbons (women love that shit!) over which was a sign that read, “Obey Your Body”. Most people don’t even notice such things, but of course, my response to it was to excitedly exclaim “OK!” and make like I was squatting to take a dump, complete with sound effects. Then I suggested we stand in front of it and piss, and when anyone complained, we could just say, “hey, I’m obeying my body – my body said I needed to piss!”

At this point I really did have to stop my comedy routine as my friend is eight months pregnant and belly laughter can be uncomfortable for a pregnant woman, so in deference to that I gave it a rest. The point is, just imagine if the sign had said “Obey Your Husband”. It seems I can hardly go anywhere anymore without seeing the absurdity of people’s comfortable obliviousness to the demonic, while at the same time knowing that they would react to anything hinting at Jesus like a vampire reacts to holy water.

So why dance around the obvious – they react because their hearts contain the Truth, put there by God. The state they must be in, numbed to God and immersed in what has become essentially a culture of death – one that simultaneously denies/avoids death (“that’s put a bit of a damper on the evening hasn’t it”) yet daily sacrifices hundreds of unborn babies in the name of convenience – cannot allow the light in, because it is too painful and it burns.

Being in the world but not of the world is not an easy path. It is heartbreaking, exhausting, galling, horrifying. But the path of rejecting God, of being numb to evil to the point where soaking the land in the blood of the unborn is looked upon as a right, where hideous demonic concepts that hide behind fluffy, feel-good catch-phrases are treated as Gospel, is the utterly terrifying path chosen by the multitudes.

As the Chinese philosopher Mencius wrote around 300BC:

To act without clear understanding, to form habits without investigation, to follow a path all one’s life without knowing where it really leads, such is the behaviour of the multitudes.

In other words:

Enter by the narrow gate; for the gate is wide and the way is easy, that leads to destruction, and those who enter by it are many. For the gate is narrow and the way is hard, that leads to life, and those who find it are few. – Matthew 7:13 (RSV)

NWO Blueprint

released February 29, 2012

At least think a bit. There are curious things going on in the world which are not coverd by the MSM. Make up your own mind and find reasons to refute the “kooks.” Freedom of speech is important, so show some support for this inalienable right by listening to something that is not Politically Correct.

The Holy Longing

I read this incredible and moving post at These Stone Walls back in November. Thinking of our earthly longings as shadows of the Holy Longing that we will feel in Purgatory is an interesting and useful concept. Always having had some inkling that this life is but a shadow of something bigger, this isn’t so difficult for me to imagine, although it goes without saying that I can’t possibly imagine the depth of longing for God’s presence after this life.

Rather than read my sophomoric ramblings on spiritual matters, take the time to read what Fr. MacRae says about it. The perspective gained will be worth it.

This song seems to capture that sense of longing for me, but I may end up being the only one to whom it makes any sense. Oh well. At least it has pretty pictures.

Lyrics.