I caught a virus a couple of weeks ago which has exacerbated a chronic disease, and I will only recover if I rest. Therefore I need to take a break from researching, editing and moderating Protect the Pope.
Instead of closing the site down while I recover I’m going to try an experiment. I invite the faithful and loyal Catholic readers of Protect the Pope to research and write posts on issues that are of concern to the Protect the Pope readership and send them to me using the comment function. I will read the posts once a day and decide if they are suitable to be published.
Here are a few editorial rules to be followed:
1. Be totally loyal to the fullness of the Catholic Faith
2. Don’t be disrespectful or insulting about Pope Francis or any pope.
3. Don’t engage in ad hominum attacks
4. Don’t use gossip or information gained in private conversations.
My decision as editor is final.
Please pray for my recovery.
I’ll leave you with this prayer from Blessed John Henry Cardinal Newman that speaks to the times in which we live:
Vanity of vanities! misery of miseries! they will not attend to us, they will not believe us. We are but a few in number, and they are many; and the many will not give credit to the few. O misery of miseries! Thousands are dying daily; they are waking up into God’s everlasting wrath; they look back on the days of the flesh, and call them few and evil; they despise and scorn the very reasonings which then they trusted, and which have been disproved by the event; they curse the recklessness which made them put off repentance; they have fallen under His justice, whose mercy they presumed upon;—and their companions and friends are going on as they did, and are soon to join them. As the last generation presumed, so does the present. The father would not believe that God could punish, and now the son will not believe; the father was indignant when eternal pain was spoken of, and the son gnashes his teeth and smiles contemptuously. The world spoke well of itself thirty years ago, and so will it thirty years to come. And thus it is that this vast flood of life is carried on from age to age; myriads trifling with God’s love, tempting His justice, and like the herd of swine, falling headlong down the steep!
O mighty God! O God of love! it is too much! it broke the heart of Thy sweet Son Jesus to see the misery of man spread out before His eyes. He died by it as well as for it. And we, too, in our measure, our eyes ache, and our hearts sicken, and our heads reel, when we but feebly contemplate it. O most tender heart of Jesus, why wilt Thou not end, when wilt Thou end, this ever-growing load of sin and woe? When wilt Thou chase away the devil into his own hell, and close the pit’s mouth, that Thy chosen may rejoice in Thee, quitting the thought of those who perish in their wilfulness? But, oh! by those five dear Wounds in Hands, and Feet, and Side—perpetual founts of mercy, from which the fulness of the Eternal Trinity flows ever fresh, ever powerful, ever bountiful to all who seek Thee—if the world must still endure, at least gather Thou a larger and a larger harvest, an ampler proportion of souls out of it into Thy garner, that these latter times may, in sanctity, and glory, and the triumphs of Thy grace, exceed the former.
“Deus misereatur nostri, et benedicat nobis;” “God, have mercy on us, and bless us; and cause His face to shine upon us, and have mercy on us; that we may know Thy way upon earth, Thy salvation among all the nations. Let the people praise Thee, O God; let all the people praise Thee. Let the nations be glad, and leap for joy; because Thou dost judge the people in equity, and dost direct the nations on the earth. God, even our God, bless us, may God bless us; and may all the ends of the earth fear Him.”