Judgement Runs Out Into Mercy

 

I always post this short reflection in Advent because it's awesome. From my Godfather, Austin Farrer:

Our journey sets out from God in our creation, and returns to God at the final judgement. As the bird rises from the earth to fly, and must some time return to the earth from which it rose; so God sends us forth to fly, and we must fall back into the hands of God at last. But God does not wait for the failure of our power and the expiry of our days to drop us back into his lap. He goes himself to meet us and everywhere confronts us. Where is the countenance which we must finally look in the eyes, and not be able to turn away our head? It smiles up at Mary from the cradle, it calls Peter from the nets, it looks on him with grief when he has denied his master. Our judge meets us at every step of our way, with forgiveness on his lips and succour in his hands. He offers us these things while there is yet time. Every day opportunity shortens, our scope for learning our Redeemer's love is narrowed by twenty-four hours, and we come nearer to the end of our journey, when we shall fall into the hands of the living God, and touch the heart of the devouring fire.

Advent brings Christmas, judgement runs out into mercy. For the God who saves us and the God who judges us is one God. We are not, even, condemned by his severity and redeemed by his compassion; what judges us is what redeems us, the love of God. What is it that will break our hearts on judgement day? Is it not the vision, suddenly unrolled, of how he has loved the friends we have neglected, of how he has loved us, and we have not loved him in return ; how, when we came (as now) before his altar, he gave us himself, and we gave him half-penitences, or resolutions too weak to commit our wills? But while love thus judges us by being what it is, the same love redeems us by effecting what it does. Love shares flesh and blood with us in this present world, that the eyes which look us through at last may find in us a better substance than our vanity.

Beautiful and true.

God bless,

LSP

The Church And 2020

 

What a year and who'd have thought it. A virus with a 99.?%  recovery rate shutting down the country and the rest of the West. Rampaging mobs of Anarcho-Marxists burning and looting in Democrat cities with apparent immunity. 

An election which saw hundreds of thousands of ballots, all for Biden and no down ticket, delivered in coolers and suitcases in the dead of night. Nothing shady, weird and duplicitous there. I mean to say, this is Atlanta, Philly, Detroit, Milwaukee and on.

Wow, talk about a brazen coup on the part of our establishment elite, China-shilling Uniparty. Who knows, maybe the color revolution will stall, falter and die at Supreme Court level without a shot being fired, or very few. We can but hope, but in the meanwhile, where's the Church?

You'd think, would you not, that the Church, across all her denominations would have something decisive to say. Like, "Abortion at the point of birth is really evil, you can't be a Christian and vote for politicians who support it." Or, "Marxism is inherently anti-Christ and Christians do not and should not support it," regardless of variants. Likewise, "Deceit, lies and corruption destroy our common life, our polity, and should be exposed and brought to justice. The light of the Gospel and Christ Himself demand it." 

Or something like that. But instead? Silence or mewling complicity. Shut down the churches in slavish obedience to the State, even as you put on your made in China mask. Apologize to the Marxists. Say nothing about the theft of an election. Stand still in your faux leather boots while religious freedom and what's left of Western Christendom is trampled under the smiling rainbow-hued hoof of the unicorn. A vicious beast.

Seriously, the utter, craven, subservient, cowardice of our Christian leaders at this crucial moment is astounding. At best they're silent, at worst complicit in their total failure to provide the Faithful with clear direction and leadership. 

Granted, there are exceptions, such as Cardinal Vigano and, here in the Diocese of Fort Worth, Ryan Reed. Otherwise it's deer in the headlights stasis. Take note, Bishops, Archbishops and assorted Quislings, just because you stand still in the face of an onrushing truck doesn't mean it won't run over and obliterate you. 

To shoot from another angle, by all means go against the Holy Spirit but be prepared to be relentlessly destroyed by that same Spirit.

Happy Feast of the Immaculate Conception.

Ave Eva,

LSP

Never Forget

 

Via 45:

On this National Pearl Harbor Remembrance Day, we recall the phrase “Remember Pearl Harbor,” which stirred the fighting spirit within the hearts of the more than 16 million Americans who courageously served in World War II. Over 400,000 gave their lives in the global conflict that began, for our Nation, on that fateful Sunday morning. Today, we memorialize all those lost on December 7, 1941, declare once again that our Nation will never forget these valiant heroes, and resolve as firmly as ever that their memory and spirit will survive for as long as our Nation endures.

Amen to that,

LSP

Women in the Military?

 

Some say women in the military is wrong, shouldn't happen. Are you sure? Not so fast, punters. Here at the Compound we love the fact that Melania's Colonel of the Dallas Light Cavalry (DLC). Walk, trot, canter, CHARGE.

Look, a Colonel.

And another.

Loyal and Ride on,

LSP

Black Watch

Well done, boys, and yes, we SCORN the Left at the Compound.

Cheers,

LSP

Horse Latitudes

 

A few years back, when the young 'uns were younger than they are today, a kind churchman let us loose on some of his horses. I say loose, we were confined to an arena and, for the kids, a round pen.

Big fun and such a pleasure to ride such well trained animals. Of course my two sons loved it, with the youngest sitting like a Buddha and the eldest, now in Korea, galloping about like a trooper. Fearless, you see.

I ran my horse around the barrels too, though I was told not to. He was, I discovered afterwards, a champ barrel horse with a habit of throwing unwary riders, and I felt foolish. Still, what a lot of fun.

There's something about riding which gets you right down to earth, hopefully not in a painful way. And I know many of you have forgotten more about this kind of thing than I'll ever know. But still, big fun and good for the kids. 

Imagine how important it was for them to break away from computerized serfdom and get out and ride. And you can see, they liked it.

Your Old Friend,

LSP

Get Back on the Horse?

This catchy infovideo makes me want to go riding. It's a great feeling, running out under the big Texan sky and not bad by moonlight either. But you think twice after 3 screws in the upper femur, and when all the ready to hand horses are half-broke to ride.

OK, you can always go slow and safe and walk your ill-trained equine pal around a round pen for as long as you like until you get bored. Alright, nothing wrong with that, but I like to go fast, as fast as you like and then some.

That in mind, Wisdom says "don't get on the horse or you'll break another bone, you old fool." Adventure says "don't be a pathetic wimp, ride on and devil take the hindmost."

I'm inclined towards Adventure, with this caveat. Do some boring round pen work first, get the horse worked out and riding skills dusted off. Then go for the run. Does that make sense?

Ride on,

LSP

St. Francis Xavier

 

It's the Feast of St. Francis Xavier today and we marked it by a Mass and some wine and cheese in the church hall afterwards. Such is life and I'm not complaining.

Xavier, in case you didn't know, was a friend of St. Ignatius Loyola and a founding father Jesuit Order. You know, back in the days when the Jesuits burned with fidelity to the Gospel and the Church, the 1500s.

Not content with teaching philosophy at Paris, Xavier sailed to Southern India where he worked tirelessly as a missionary. Conservative estimates say he baptized 30,000 people, others say 100,000, and the churches he founded survive to this day.

Xavier was revered as a saint in his own day because of his remarkable holiness and many miracles. Not least healing, exorcism, and raising the dead. Scoff, if you like, but remember the churches he founded still exist, and, if you're a Christian, never discount Divine Power.

If you do, consider this. When and if you go against God you will be relentlessly destroyed, like Debenhams in the UK. Do not choose that route.

LSP

Back The Blue

 

We back the Blue at the Compound, there's no talk here of cutting budgets and reallocating funds away from Blue towards, say, LGTBQI interpretive dance troupes and COVID compliant trans bathrooms.

No, we're firmly behind our brave protector, which is good, because if we weren't he'd run off. Then crime would soar, people would move out, the tax base would be gutted, and lo and behold, the Compound turns into a ghetto slum. Like St. Louis, Detroit or any one of our numerous urban, Democrat run hellholes.

In the meanwhile, a gang of millionaires backed by billionaires are trying to tell you they won an election because if the steal's big enough, you, the ignorant serf, won't notice.

I ran this by the Blue and he barked for a "treat." Entitlement? I suspect my dog of being a dangerous 5th Columnist. Pitchforks and Nooses down the Mall, please.

Your Friend,

LSP

GL - This One's For You

 

States rights, and a song.

We won't give up.

Cheers,

LSP

Cannibals

 

Per Adrienne, did you know that some vaccines contain aborted fetal cells, in particular from the female kidney? Granted, vaccines are developed over time and laboratory process, but the origin remains the same.

Is it ethical to use these cells? I'd argue it's not dissimilar to cannibalism. Think about it, injecting yourself with the tissue of a dead baby, for your "well being."

Rock on, Soylent Green,

LSP

Rip It Up

 

Democrats are calling for non-partisan unity. Just like they called for it over the past four years of shrieking, canting, wailing, raging, tear it up in your face man politics. So we're supposed roll over and die?

Via LL:

We remember the women’s march the day after inauguration – marching for the right to kill their children.

We remember the 4 years of attacks and impeachments

We remember “not our president” and the “Resistance…”

We remember Maxine Walters telling followers to harass us in restaurants.

We remember the Presidents spokesperson being kicked out a restaurant.

We remember hundreds of Trump supporters physically attacked.

We remember Trump supporters getting Doxed, and fired from jobs.

We remember riots, and looting

We remember “a comedian” holding up the President’s severed head

We remember a play in Central park paid with public funding, showing the killing of President Trump

We remember Robert de Niro yelling “F” Trump” at the Tony’s and getting a standing ovation.

We remember Nancy Pelosi tearing up the State of the Union Address.

We remember the total in the tank move on the mainstream media

We remember the non-stop and live fact checking on our President and his supporters.

We remember non-stop in your face lies and open cover-ups from the media.

We remember the President and his staff being spied on.

We remember five Republican Senators shot on a ball field.

We remember every so-called comedy show turn into nothing but Trump hate fest.

We remember 95% negative coverage in the news.

We remember the state governors asking and getting everything they ask for and then blaming Trump for their problems.

We remember a Trump top aid verbally assaulted in two DC restaurants.

We remember people banging on the Supreme Court doors.

We remember that we were called every name in the book for supporting President Trump.

And isn’t it odd that the donkeys don’t expect that the same thing is likely to happen to them?

 

There's a storm brewing, and they brought it upon themselves.

LSP