Guest Submission: Military Service In A Pagan World

By The Commander

Because of the increasing support for the Transgender Agenda with the US Military, Is joining the US Military or recommending or allowing someone under your parental authority or guardianship a mortal sin?

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Guest Submission: Meditations on the foot of the Cross: A Psalm of Deliverance

By John C. Evans (John’s work can be found here).

When all my troubles stand as night,

Before the threshing floor of my dreams,

When dusk beats grimly on my brow

And for my faults, my spirit burrows through fields of harrowing,

You, who bear in your palms the living scars

Which purchased for me the fruit of grace,

You, the architect of the worlds and tides,

Come to me, pierced through for my deliverance.

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Podcast Show Notes: Portland Catholics Interrupt Mass To Protest Their Priest

I really wanted to go with a more inflammatory title for today’s video but thought better of it. This story deeply offended my sensibilities and hit close to home since I’m from Portland originally.

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Guest Submission: A Tribute To Pope St. Pius X

by Nwaeze Ugomaria
Quid est Veritas?
Quid est Caritas?
Wondering hearts lament
in this exile of tears.
Shaken with fear and trembling
at the thought of justice satisfied.
How can God love so truly,
for I now know the sacred books lie.
For as God, I will make men shiver with devotion,
vengeance is rightly mine alone.
Men should honour me mustly,
myself cloud their minds like dome,

But Alas! I am not Him.
only the commended servant of scheme,

For in taking out the Sacred Heart,
I put mine made of steel.
Why is His love so true?
I have tried to mix tender with cruel.
For my heart breeze cold,
but His breeds souls.
Permit me to make this comparison
and put my soul at ease,
for my actions I former think pious
b'cos of the heretics I've hung,

is faced with one truly Pius,
now the heresies are gone.