Christ The King

 

It's the Feast of Christ the King today, instituted by Pius XI in 1925 to assert the sovereignty of our Lord in the face of increasing godlessness and godlessness it was. Margaret Sanger, who went on to found Planned Parenthood, expressed its spirit shouting out from her magazine Woman Rebel, "No Gods No Masters!"

That was in 1914, three years before the Bolshevik revolution in Russia and its enraged attack on the Church. In illo tempore the infamous British occultist Aleister Crowley had written, "Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the law." And there you have it, your will, not God's, is the rule.

Fast forward to today and the Sangerite spirit's alive and kicking, and if Crowley's do what thou wilt is the movement's creed, then transgenderism and abortion are its unholy sacraments, outward and visible signs of inward and spiritual rebellion against God.

Against this, the Church says no, you are not Gods and there is one true sovereign, Christ, Incarnate, Crucified and Risen, who breaks the power of sin, death and hell from the throne of the Cross. And as he ascended so will he descend, with clouds of glory to judge the quick and the dead, to separate the wheat from the chaff, the sheep from the goats. Message to market?

Get right with him, love him, follow him, and obey his commandments so that when he comes and we see him face to face he will know us as true and loyal subjects, as sheep of his own fold, and welcome us to the green pastures and still waters of paradise.

Oremus:

Almighty and everlasting God, whose will it is to restore all things in thy well-beloved Son, the King of kings and Lord of lords: Mercifully grant that the peoples of the earth, divided and enslaved by sin, may be freed and brought together under his most gracious rule; who liveth and reigneth with thee and the Holy Spirit, one God, now and for ever. Amen.

 

Viva Cristo Rey,

LSP

Viva

 

Years ago, back before the TSA existed and life seemed simpler even on the Maryland ghetto side of the DC border, I prayed fervently for a voluntary Spanish speaking assistant priest. No small order but lo and behold, a man turned up and built up a mighty south of the border congregation. It was a big thing, literally, and the hideously lib TEC diocese couldn't shut us down because racism and all of that.

By way of example, bishop figure John Chane tipped up for an, ahem, episcopal visit in my last year there, complete with a seminarian from VTS (Virginia Theological School) seminary. Of course the young man was wearing a bow tie (What? Yes, it's true) and asked me superciliously if "we had any programs" while I was setting up the High Altar.

"No," I replied, adjusting a missal stand, "I don't think we do." Bow tie sneered at my recidivist High Churchmanship and sat down in a pew, waiting for Mass. And then the church started to fill up and there was VTS boy sandwiched between several crews of homies and cabrón all 'round. He seemed rather scared, sensibly; you'll forgive my welcoming grin.

I tell you, after 35 confirmations there we were at the end of the Mass, singing the Regina Coeli at the Guadalupe shrine at the back of the church, six deep and standing room only my friends. You see, they couldn't drop the rainbow boot on such a thing, the fighting monkey waxed too strong.

Fast forward to today. Again, I've been praying for a Spanish speaking assistant priest/clergyman and what's happened? The diocese, in its abundant generosity, has sent one, a deacon and a good man. We'll hold our first Spanish Mass at Mission #1 on Sunday, the Feast of Christ the King.

In the meanwhile, I'm furiously practicing liturgical Spanish and would appreciate your prayers.

Viva Cristo Rey,

LSP

Christ The King

 

We celebrate the Feast of Christ the King tomorrow. What does that look like?

Like Fr. Miguel Pro.

Viva Cristo Rey!

LSP