Our culture: dry bones that’ll never live again.
Every now and then I encounter nooze so vile, so filthy, that even to mention it, or repeat it, strikes me as a sin. I know I always say “We’ve got to know what we’re up against”; and there’s always the temptation of “Gee, if I post this monstrosity, I’ll get a lot of views!”
Our Lord Jesus Christ warned His disciples that the world would hate them, just as it hated Him. Could they have possibly imagined that today, two thousand years later, in a country on a continent that they didn’t even know existed, that hate for our Savior and our King would be seething, boiling over, uncontrolled, unrestrained by any kind of decency? And reserved for this season, when we celebrate His birth!
St. Gildas wrote of the elites and ruling class of his day as “running on all fours into Hell.” He should see some of the stuff we’re putting on TV. I’m not even going to mention what I saw this morning or where I saw it–because they want to be mentioned, they want to be seen.
So no, no, I will not cover this story: just let them run down into Hell, they can do it without our company.
They seek it; and they’ll find it.
