TRANSCRIPT for "Children of Winter"
“There are only two alternatives for society; Christ or chaos. If it is not to be chaos, if Christ is not to abandon us, then Christ must reign, and if He is to reign He can only do so if we, who claim to be His disciples, restore Him to His rightful throne.”- Hilaire Belloc
Like Egypt under Pharaoh, darkness is covering the cities of this enlightened brave new world.
Moses and Aaron long since gone from the Promised Land, we walk these streets alone, with no one to defend our children against the Angel of Death.
No lamb’s blood. No guardians of the firstborn. Not even guardians of the unborn.
Like the warnings, the plagues come and go but our hearts are hardened, and we have forgotten God. We’ve forgotten the God of Abraham. We have abandoned him. And what is worse, we have told our children he does not exist. We have told them he never did. And that is the only thing they believe anymore.
With demons sitting on the thrones of Christian kings, our daughters become the executioners of our grandchildren as our sons abandon the God of their fathers.
And so, our cities burn. And so, our children die. And so, our unborn are murdered in their mother’s wombs. We are the executioners of our own future. We are our own Angel of Death. For us, there will be no Passover now. There can be none.
Rachel weeps for her children, but we cannot hear her cries over the sounds of gunfire and and the rapid beating our own broken hearts.
Every night sirens wail, and children die, and cities burn, and mothers cry and fathers lie to their sons that tomorrow the sun will rise. But it will not. It cannot. Like vampires, we curse the promise of dawn because it reminds us of the light we can no longer comprehend, the absence of which illuminates our night sky with the fires of hell.
With demons sitting on the thrones of Christian kings, our daughters become the executioners of our grandchildren as our sons abandon the God of their fathers.
Slowly, we all go mad… men would become women, women become men, shepherds turn into wolves, priests into predators, angels into demons.
Homes are broken, hearts are cold, children forget how to smile and laugh, and the living envy the dead. This is the new normal. This is man without God. This is life without Christ.
And who is to blame for the chaos that leaves our cities desolate and our playgrounds empty?
The priests would defile both sanctuary and child. The bishops think nothing of leaving lambs in the gullets of wolves while they eat at the tables of demons. And the popes, the successors of St. Peter, ignore the sound of cocks crowing all over the world.
Is it the children, the orphans of Christendom, fleeing their mothers’ misery and their fathers’ rage? Is it the mothers driven so mad by the empty darkness that they would slaughter their own babies? Is it the fathers, then, the politicians, the race baiters, the warmongers?
The criminals, the rapists, the arsonists, and the killers who have taken over the streets?
No, not them; not first. Not foremost. For these are victims too…. These are the playthings of demons set loose on a Christless world that would burn the Cross to the ground and crush the statues of angels and saints… the stone reminders of the past; reminders of a love that is no more.
If this hellish chaos—this modern Angel of Death—is the price to pay for banishing Christ from our midst, then surely the representatives of Christ, the defenders of Christ, the proclaimers of Christ, the shepherds who have abandoned Christ on His new cross—surely the blame must be laid at their feet.
The silent, complicit, and cowardly guardians of the flock. The gatekeepers who have abandoned their posts. The sentries who sleep to the sound of screaming sheep in the night.
The watchmen who have closed their eyes. The priests who would defile both sanctuary and child. The bishops who think nothing of leaving lambs in the gullets of wolves while they eat at the tables of demons.
Why were the cries of the children of winter ignored for so long? Why were their churches closed? Why were their sanctuaries violated? Why did no one listen to their cries? When will the shepherds begin to hear their screaming sheep under siege?
And the popes, the successors of St. Peter, who ignore the sound of cocks crowing all over the world.
These are to blame for a hundred million lost sheep, for a hundred million slaughtered babies, and for burning cities all over the world.
These are the fathers of the children of winter, the ones who did hold fast; when everyone else abandoned the faith, they held on to the old faith. And for forty years crying in the desert, they begged their shepherds to return to sound the alarm before the pastures and the homes and the nurseries and the cities were overrun by wolves.
Why were the cries of the children of winter ignored for so long? Why were their churches closed? Why were their sanctuaries violated? Why did no one listen to their cries?
When will the shepherds begin to hear their screaming sheep under siege?
Please, God, do not abandon us. Open our churches. Restore Sacred Tradition. Restore our family. Deliver us from this valley of the shadow of death, forgive us our trespasses, and lead us out of these burning cities, this hell on earth, this Christless chaos, this infernal New Normal.
Holy Mary mother of God, pray for us now and at the hour of our death.
Amen
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