March 17, 2014, Feast of Saint Patrick and the Commemoration of Monday in the Second Week of Lent:
Revised: Saint Patrick and the “C” Word is a revised version of an article that was written some years ago now.
Saint Patrick is the Apostle of Ireland. He was sent to convert the pagans of the Emerald Isle by Pope Saint Celestine I. Saint Patrick did not engage in “inter-religious dialogue.” He sought to convert the Druid chieftains so as to effect the conversion of their followers. The land of pagan debauchery became the Island of Saints.
Alas, the Island of Saints has returned in large measure to its pagan roots. The counterfeit church of conciliarism, which rejects “proselytism” in most instances, has deprived the people of Ireland of Sanctifying Grace. We must pray to Saint Patrick each day for our own conversion as well as for the conversion of the conciliar revolutionaries who are so responsible for the corruption of the Holy Faith and for leading a Catholic land such as Ireland back into the debauchery from whence he, Saint Patrick, converted it. Saint Patrick, pray for us, pray for Ireland, pray for all of those of Irish descent. Our Lady of Knock, pray for us.
Work on part four of my review of Joge Mario Bergoglio’s first year as the universal public face of apostasy continues. It should be posted tomorrow, Tuesday, March 18, 2014, the Feast of Saint Cyril of Jerusalem and the Commemoration of Tuesday in the Second Week of Lent. Work yesterday was done while the Acer Aspire notebook computer, which was purchased thirteen and one-half months ago now, has decided to eat more blocks of text more regularly without my doing a single, solitary thing other than trying to type another word. Penance! It is Lent!
Yesterday, Sunday, March 16, 2014, the Second Sunday of Lent was the second anniversary of the death of my late mother’s brother-by-adoption, William Woodrow Red Fox, the adopted son of the vaudevillian performer Chief Red Fox. Uncle Billy, who was born on May 1, 1919, died in Corpus Christi, Texas, where he had lived, apart from his service in the United States Navy during Word War II, from his adolescent years in the 1930s until his death two years ago today. His wife, Bertha Gonzales Red Fox died in February of 2010. We saw Uncle Billy and Aunt Bertha for the last time on March 20, 2009. I will use a future article relate a story that Uncle Billy told us during that last visit with him about my mother when they were children.
Eternal rest grant unto Billy and Bertha Red Fox, O Lord, and let perpetual light shine upon them. May their souls and all of the souls of the faithful departed, through the mercy of God, rest in peace. Amen.
A blessed Saint Patrick’s Day to you all, especially those of you who are of Irish descent (as are my wife and, on her mother’s side, our daughter).