The Terrain of Rebellion

Where human pride seeks not the glory of God, but its own greater satisfaction: wherefore the struggle between man and God obtains.

Meditations for Lent

It is a great mistake to be afraid of God your Father and to act in His presence like a timid and craven slave, trembling with fright before his master. True, He is infinite Majesty, but He is also infinite Goodness and infinite Love. There can be no greater Lord than God; neither can there be a more ardent lover than He. Therefore, it is a great mistake to think that to converse with God is wearisome and bitter. No, it cannot be. If your God is wearisome and bitter he is false: you commit idolatry.

Acquire the habit of speaking to God as if you were alone with Him, familiarly and with confidence and love, as to the dearest and most loving of friends. Consider that no one - whether friend or brother, father or mother, lover or spouse - loves you more than your God.

Your God is ever beside you: He is even within you. The heart of man is, so to speak, the paradise of God.

Christmas and Sin: Not One Without the Other

See why here.
Deep, difficult and mysterious questions these.

The Weather Underground

The Weather Underground members "estimated they would have to eliminate 25 million people in these re-education centers. And when I say 'eliminate,' I mean kill. Twenty-five million people. I want you to imagine sitting in a room with 25 people, most of which have graduate degrees, from Columbia and other well-known educational centers, and hear them figuring out the logistics for the elimination of 25 million people. And they were dead serious."

Watch this scary video of their genocidal plans:

Life and Death

Cussing Cousins

Another fine insight by Anthony Esolen:

One time I was teasing one of my Italian cousins, in Calabria, about his generally loose affiliation with the church. He insisted that he had great respect for it, even affection, and wanted, also teasingly, to know why I thought he was a little less than devout. "Well," I said, "you curse a lot."

"No!" he said. "I never do that. When I say 'your mother $%^$!@', that is not a curse. That's an insult. It might be only a joke, or it might be horrible, but it's not a curse. But if I say 'Va all'inferno!'" - and here his voice dropped almost to a whisper - "that is a curse, that is a terrible sin, and that you will never hear me say."

He was right, of course.

Mock Me If You Wish, But I Do Like This