In 1962 something happened in the Church, the
start of a partition which ended in 1965 and the Church was never the same.
Jesus continued: “There was a man who had two
sons. The younger one said to his father, ‘Father, give me my share of the
estate.’ So he divided his property between them…”Luke 15:11-12
The son was making a mistake; nonetheless, the
Father allowed this to happen and gave his son his part of the estate, the
Father knows who His son is and giving the wealth promised to him was painful,
because He knew he was too young and naïve to fight the world.
“Not long after that, the younger son
got together all he had, set off for a distant country and there squandered his
wealth in wild living…” Luke 15:13
Set off, took his
wealth, squandered it all, wild living… Between 1962 and 1965 the young son
took his wealth and went away, preached about Pastoral obligation instead of dogmatic
obligation and let the smoke of satan in, but the young son didn’t listen and
set off to a different country, a country were the “realities of men are
considered”, where pagan falsities are embraced under a false flag: ecumenism.
Wild living, to
live like that the son needed company… and the world gave him company, you can
imagine the wild side, he had the wealth and his false friends appreciated the
squandering, the world was pleased on the son who opened itself to live the way
the world always wanted.
“After he had spent everything, there
was a severe famine in that whole country, and he began to be in need. So he went and
hired himself out to a citizen of that country, who sent him to his fields to
feed pigs. He longed to fill his stomach with the
pods that the pigs were eating, but no one gave him anything.” Luke 15:14-16
There’s 1.2
billion Catholics in the Church and I’m sure that if we put a number right now
on who is new rite and who is traditional, 99% percent of the entire Catholic
world would be a statistical reality on the young rite side, the new rite came
with the false excuse to welcome the world in, but what the world did is to
take its wealth away, then famine came... sadness.
“When he came to his senses, he said, ‘How many of my father’s hired
servants have food to spare, and here I am starving to death! I will
set out and go back to my father and say to him: Father, I have sinned against
heaven and against you. I am no longer worthy to be
called your son; make me like one of your hired servants.’ So he got up and went to his father.” Luke 15:17-20
Senses… Someday that 99% will realize, that
he or she doesn’t have any wealth, that everything went away due to the
falsehoods of the world and the enemies inside the Church, today out of that 99% perhaps
there’s 1% (and growing each day), who has open their eyes to the Traditions of
old and want to transition to their Father’s house, but many hurdles are in
place.
It was through pious men that I came to know
the old mass and finally, when I entered the Church for the old mass it felt
like it was my first time, all my life in the new rite, there I found Jesus and
Jesus, when I was mature enough, allow me to find the mass that all the saints
loved.
My first steps into the Church and I didn’t
know what to expect, then the incense, the Gregorian singing, the priest
praying for us, telling us the Holy Word of God, what our Patriarchs and Saints
use to say on the matter at hand, the Holy Sacrifice… the supernatural feel.
My apologies to say this, because God knows I’m
no saint and I can’t be compared to them not even a tiny speckle, but that day
I felt like when St Therese of Lissieux said when she finally had communion:
“It was like a drop of water met the ocean.”
Finally I knew I was home…
“But while he was still a long way off, his father saw him and was
filled with compassion for him; he ran to his son, threw his arms around him
and kissed him. The son said to him, ‘Father, I have sinned against heaven and
against you. I am no longer worthy to be called your son.’ But the father
said to his servants, ‘Quick! Bring the best robe and put it on him. Put a
ring on his finger and sandals on his feet. Bring
the fattened calf and kill it. Let’s have a feast and celebrate. For this son of mine was dead and is alive again; he was lost
and is found.’ So they began to celebrate.” Luke 15:21-24
I was so happy, God knows I was so happy,
finally my eyes were opened, I told everyone in my house and they thought I was
going crazy, I wanted to show them, I took them next Sunday, but they didn’t
felt what I felt, didn’t saw what I saw and ask me never to take them again.
They weren’t mature enough I guess, that happened
in Florida, now I live in a country where there’s no old mass nearby, I mean,
the only source of the Tridentine mass is the SSPX located in 2 remote areas
light years away from the big cities.
This is one of the many hurdles, how hard is to
find the mass in some countries and those who do have them are few, another the
laity who wants to defend their favorite sins and despise Traditional
Catholicism, other is traditionalists who don’t have the love to conquer
neocatholics, but the worse is when priests prohibit, chastise and demonize
Traditionalism.
Anyways the parable says: famine happened, the
son had no wealth and had to GO BACK, so the only way for the spiritual famine to
stop is to GO BACK to the traditions of old…
We must be patient with filial correction in
our hearts with the little brother who hasn’t come back yet; they are still
living the wild life, squandering the riches while the world is pleased.
Something is happening, now the enemy has
conquered the Top and the faith is actively being eclipsed, much martyrdom is
ahead and the renewal of the faith will happen with much blood, the world has
their man on Top and the true Vicar Benedict XVI will sacrifice himself for the good of the
Church.
While this is happening each day in our very
faces, welcome home all of you, all of us who found the traditions old, let
them come back, don’t stop anyone who wants to come back and say:
“I have sinned against heaven and against
you. I am no longer worthy to be called your son” Hallelujah
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