And When I am Lifted up

 

"And when I am lifted up from the earth, I shall draw all men to myself," says Christ (Jn. 12:32). I found this helpful, by Fr. Garrigou-Lagrange OP:

The power upon which rests the spiritual life of all souls striving to be freed from evil and raised up to God is the redemptive action of Christ, his ever active and efficacious love directed to the Father and to us. He himself told us: As a branch cannot bear fruit all by itself, but must remain part of the vine, neither can you unless you remain in me. I am the vine, you are the branches. The branches can live only if they are united to the vine and receive the sap from it. Come to me, all of you who labor and are overburdened, and I will give you rest—that is, burdened under the weight of your faults and sufferings. And when I am lifted up from the earth, I shall draw all men to myself.

Life itself teaches us that the strength of a soul in the midst of trial and temptations comes from its practical and experiential consciousness of the infinite value of Redemption, of the omnipotent efficacy of Christ’s death on the cross...

According to the definition of the Church, the redemptive act of Christ has an infinite value and efficacy. It makes satisfaction for any guilt whatsoever, repairs fully any offense against God, even though its gravity is infinite. It satisfies for all the sins of men, and still more. It compensates for all the rebellions against God, all the apostasies, all the acts of despair and presumption, all the feelings of hatred, and all kinds of crime. It merits all graces for even the most degraded souls, provided they are not stubbornly fixed in evil. It is impossible to think of a limit to the efficacy of the redemptive act.

 

The redemptive act of Christ has an infinite value and efficacy. Amen to that.

Happy St. Pat's,

LSP

Ready To Rumble

 

Remember the Waco Biker Shootout of 2015? What happened was Cossacks and Desperadoes fought it out in a bar/restaurant turf war at a Waco strip mall. Over, as I recall, who controlled the Twin peaks franchise drinkery.

Things got outta hand, people got shot and some say undercover LE were part of the problem. Perhaps they were, but I wouldn't know. What I do know is this, that I shop at this effluence of latter day Americana, at Best Buy, World Market (they sell Brit food, like curry essentials, Digestives and Marmite) and the evil Cabelas. 

I'd never have known, as I browsed overpriced electronics, bullets and Brit biscuits, that bikers were involved in a deadly power play a mere 200 yards away, or less. But they were. Here's some dashcam:

And here's Motorhead, Hawk version, because it's Epic. RIP, Lemmy, would you have been cancelled by today's glitter pony Maoists? Doubtless, and would he have cared? No. Whatev:

Mind how you go,

LSP

Who Will Save The World?

The Mighty Groundhogs, obvs, and right on.

Love to all,

LSP

A Sunday Sermon

 

The Feeding of the Five Thousand. What's it all about? That Christ will feed his people. With what? With the Word of God, as Jesus tells us in his temptation in the wilderness "If you are the Son of God, turn these stones into bread," says Satan, and the Lord replies, "Man shall not live on bread alone but by every word which proceeds from the mouth of God."

Yes indeed, the Word of God is the food of the people of God. In Old Testament  times the Divine Word was given through the Law and the Prophets, which is signified in the elements of the miracle. 

Five loaves for the five books of the Law, the Mosaic Pentateuch. And note, the loaves are made of prophetic barley; the greatest prophet, Elisha, multiplied 20 barley loaves to feed one hundred men. So the loaves stand for the nourishment of the Word of God delivered by Law and Prophecy.

This will feed the great multitude of God's people, represented by the fish in the Gospel. Our minds go instantly to the fifth day of creation in Genesis, where God blesses the birds and the fish, "be fruitful and multiply." And to Abraham, "Your descendants shall be as many as the stars of heaven," and in Christ's words, "I will make you fishers of men."

But the fish are also food, the people of God fed by the Word of God, which is, quite literally, Christ himself. He who is the Word, the Logos, will sustain and nourish his people with himself. He says as much a little later in John's Gospel. 

"I am the bread of life," again, "Unless you eat of the flesh of the son of man and drink his blood, you have no life within you." And more, "Whoever eats My flesh and drinks My blood has eternal life, and I will raise him up at the last day..."

Let's cut to the chase. Where do we find this supernatural nourishment, this bread from heaven? In the Word, obviously. In what he said, as recorded in Scripture and the Apostolic teaching of the Church, which is Christ's teaching; in prayer and in every good thing, but most specifically? 

In the Sacrament of the Altar, in the Mass. This is my Body... this is my Blood. Flesh and Blood, loaves and fish, which we must eat to have eternal life, the divinizing life of God himself. And there you have it, manna from heaven.

Rejoice, laetare, at the saving glory of this, disregard it at your peril. Here endeth the short sermon.

In Nom.,

LSP

General Lee

 

A pal sent this in, from Georgia;

"I don't want to forget, we made a good fight for our rights, and I'm glad and proud to have been in it. But as for bearing any malice against the men who whipped us, not I. The war ended. I would just as soon have shaken hands with General Sherman (I wouldn't) as with Joe Johnston."

"Or with Grant as with Robert E. Lee ?"

"No, for I would have knelt to Lee."

Your Friend,

LSP

Shack Street

 

One of the things I like to do is walk around and explore this bucolic rural haven in North Central Texas. But, to be honest, after 12 years there's not much you haven't seen. Not so fast, so-called "LSP." And I saw something new today, a new street I hadn't walked before, a street of shacks.

The adventure began after yet another meeting with a banker, which went well. We were opening a new account with some of the Mission's newly unfrozen funds, and the First National Bank of Texas were friendly. All well and good. After the meeting, I said goodbye to our Treasurer, "Debbie, thanks for that, I will now stroll to the pawnshop."

A Shack. Note boarded up assisted living complex in background

She paused, "What? You're walking?" I thought about that for a moment and answered, "Yes, Ma'am, I am. I have a ministry to the town's Pawns. A few years ago I buried Miss Dale, who ran the Gold Nugget. She used to ask me for Holy Water and I'd deliver, by the gallon. She claimed the customers needed it and I believed her."

A few moments later I found myself walking with purpose towards the pawn and suddenly it struck me, I've never been here before. Yes, it was sinister, somehow threatenning. There was a boarded up "assisted living" complex, residents gone, not even a crack commune inhabiting the vinyl floors and broken windows. I gazed at it in wonder. Why have I never seen this? It was like the Twilight Zone.

Another Shack. Thanks, Globalists

And so was the next street, a street of shacks. All new, I'd never seen them before, but they reminded me of the year or so the SPC stayed. As I drove him to High School to make sure he went, I'd point out a random shack, "Play your cards right, fella, and you too could live in one of those." Hey, he rose to the game and, let's not be proud, there but by the grace of God.

All too soon, Shack Street ended and there was a machine shop, flying a Come And Take It flag. That filled me with hope. All hail Texas. 

That in mind, let's rebuild our towns and make them the communities they should be, as opposed to asset-stripped slums, gutted by transnational elite oligarchs who hide under a veneer of Millionaire, sorry, Billionaire Socialism.

Your Pal,

LSP

Such Utter Disaster

 

Utter disaster. Try putting your handheld computing device on the hood of the rig and cleverly driving away, forgetting about the miracle of technology resting on the bonnet. Thirty minutes later, by the Lake and Stations of the Cross, you ask yourself, where's the dam phone?

It was lying, smashed, in the middle of a crossroads near the Compound, and I picked it up after a devil in the detail drive home. There you are, fella, welcome back. But the mini computer was irretrievably busted and smashed, so I went to T Mobile for a replacement.

The TM persynn asked me what I wanted to buy, and I figured a brand new, up to the minute Samsung phone. Time to upgrade and spend some money. Salesguy sensibly said no, save your money, get the same thing without the brand at way less cost. In fact, why not buy my old phone?

What? How much? 200 bucks, same phone we're selling for 400. Yours, for cash. I couldn't say no to an obvious deal. But had to ask, "Don't you lose on commission, I mean, you just lost a sale." He replied, "We only get 5 dollars a sale, so so what. I hate corporate, in fact, I want to join the Army, get into IT." We talked about that, and phones.

Your Pal,

LSP

Piers Morgan - We Apologize

 

Nasty

Repentance, contrition, and apology can come from the most unlikely sources, as can virtue itself. In this case, from Compound News and the appalling Piers Morgan.

Long vilified by our fearless reporters as an "Illuminati dupe sycophant" and the "Dark Lord" of British journalism, Piers Morgan was held up to ridicule and scorn by the Compound's newsroom. More than that, we lent our weight to the popular grass roots movement to remove Morgan from America and send him back, harming no one in the exit.

Corrupt

It was a successful campaign. Piers, hated everywhere in the US for his absurd NWO mandated hatred of 2nd Amendment freedom, fled to the UK, where he reestablished himself as a journalist. On probation. 

Aged

It surprises us, and it may surprise you, but Piers has passed this test. He called out the money-grubbing, D-List, faux celeb, fake princess Meghan Markle on Monday's Good Morning Britain, accusing the Millionaire Socialist climber of lying. 

Redeemed

No, said popular Piers, Meghan wasn't victimized by the Royal family on account of racism, but just because she was and is faked-up, #MillSoc rubbish. He doubled down today. Here's the erstwhile loathsome Morgan on social media:

On Monday, I said I didn’t believe Meghan Markle in her Oprah interview. I’ve had time to reflect on this opinion, and I still don’t. If you did, OK. Freedom of speech is a hill I’m happy to die on. Thanks for all the love, and hate. I’m off to spend more time with my opinions.

 

Two-Bit Grifter

Well said, Piers, all is forgiven. In fact, we've always loved you, except Meghan, who might sue you to get even moar money because she's so racistly oppressed by being a millionaire socialist person of color married to one of the richest family's in Europe. Which, when  you think on it, ain't bad for a two-bit, D-List Hollywood grifter.

Your Friend,

LSP

Princess?

 

It's a beautiful tale of rags to riches, no-talent Hollywood D list to guess what? Being an actual princess. Yes. A real princess, married to a genuine prince and all of that sweet, sweet money. Not bad if you're outta LA and on the make. But things turned sour, very sour.

 

Meghan and Harry had to leave the UK and the Royal family and its all important cash. But all those servants, mansions and G6s don't come cheap, so the "princess" went on Oprah to get revenge. How racist of the Royals to marry into a family of color! And not give us more money!

It's caused a stir in England, apparently. Here in Texas? Not so much, though we have to wonder. How can Prince Phillip, who literally fought fascists, and HRH EII, who did the same on the home front, be fascists? For that matter, if they're so racist, how come the royal family married into POC? We can but guess.

And in the meanwhile, we suffer yet more hypocritical millionaire leftist drivel. Time for torches and pitchforks? Thanks, Jules, for the infographics.

Your Royalist Pal,

LSP

Tombstone DOGE$

What can we say, win some, lose some. That in mind, the Peoples Crypto's soaring into .06land. Well done, pup. 

Will the playful Shiba hit MOON? Let's wait and see and remember, the market's a way of transferring money from the impatient to the patient.

Your Fiduciary Pal,

LSP

Sunday Sermon - Moneychangers

 

If you follow the newfangled lectionary, you'll have heard St. John's account of Christ driving the money changers and associated cattle out of the Temple. Picture the scene. 

There's the forecourt of the Temple turned into a cattle market, replete with FX grifters exchanging secular currency for Temple coin, and making a nice profit to boot.  Why? Because the Jews had to buy animals to sacrifice and the Temple didn't accept secular money. Enter Christ.

Zeal for his Father's house consumed him as he drove the beasts out with a whip, overturning the cattle market casino which had turned the Temple, the holiest place on earth, the focus of atonement as it then was, into a "den of thieves." 

The Temple was defiled and Christ couldn't stand for it, hungering and thirsting for righteousness he drove it out, and the message, on the face of it, is clear. No corruption, grift, skulduggery and malfeasance in the Holy Church of God. But there's more.

Sensing something deeper, bystanders ask for a sign, they want to know what our Lord's actions signify, and he tells them, "Destroy this temple and in three days I will raise it up." Of course they're confused, but we're not. 

Jesus' cleansing of the Temple is a prophetic act which points to his death and resurrection, to his atoning sacrifice and its attendant victory. He will be the new Temple and its Sacrifice, as one. So Christ drives the animals and the moneylenders out of the Temple. Their time is done.

We're the beneficiaries of this, the blood of the Paschal Lamb is on the lintel of our souls, such that the Angel of Death passes over us. As living stones in the spiritual temple of Christ's Body, the Church, his sacrifice is operative within us, which brings us back to the wicked money changers.

For sure, the Church writ large must cleanse herself of corruption, but what about us, as persons, the Church writ small? Surely the same applies. We're Temples of the Spirit, says the Apostle, and so we are. Message to market?

Repent. Drive those knavish thieves, the world, the flesh and the Devil out of the temple of our souls so that we, clean, may find union with the Cross and the life which flows from it. Therein lies sanctification and beatitude, and herein endeth the Lesson.

Your Old Friend,

LSP

Biden's America - A Maypole

 

You can read all kinds of commentaries on the information superhighway, but here at the Compound we think this infovid captures the spirit of it all. Feel free to disagree.

LSP