San Francisco’s bishop approves the Supreme Court, finally deciding the so-called marriage controversy. No, all was fulfilled 2,000 years ago in Christ. Source of “inalienable” rights? Most Holy Triune God — not the state.
While many go the other way, I am even more narrowly the opposite. My traditional Catholic faith rejects absolutely marital dispensations. The nuptial Mass contains the Third Person necessary for marriage — Jesus Christ — the Eucharist, the cement.
Homosexuality is wrong, going back to Sodom and Gomorra. Satanic influences of sin are powerful. But please don’t call sin “love.” Love is the sacrificial giving of two opposite genders who become one in Christ for procreation, and the raising of children demand both mother and father.
The feminist movement’s assault on fathers has destroyed our country. It wouldn’t succeed without popular false shepherds first blurring Christ’s roles for men and women.
Even sports talk assumes the vacuum of once-clear papal authority — more pontification on so-called homosexual rights and “gay” marriage than sports itself. Married men constantly violate marriage vows, desiring beautiful women outside their wives.
In all sin, men think themselves wise. Luke 6:39 says they are blind. The blind shall follow the blind, and they will both fall into the pit (ultimately hell itself).
Presumption is a grave sin. Worship must be directed toward Christ as in the traditional Latin Tridentine Mass. The priest, likewise, is not to be our court jester.
Ephesians 6:12 tells us that the true battle is spiritual: “Our wrestling is not against flesh and blood, but against principalities and powers against the world rulers of this darkness, against their spiritual forces of wickedness on high.”
False journalists are becoming the court, jury and prosecutor. Through innuendo, they destroy people (today’s communist Pravda). Total control: re-education camps for those who refuse the brainwashing of their sinful lifestyles. Even mess with instinctual nature of football — somebody is going to get severely hurt by thinking how to make a culturally approved tackle.