
Today is potluck lunch day after Mass. Mmm. We attend a tiny mission parish church that is out in the country, actually in a field. We park in the grass. Needless to say, the potluck meals are a real treat with some fine and ever changing offerings from people who know how to use simple and available ingredients to their best end.
The tiny little church was built by Baptists I think, but the Methodists also worshipped there, I’m told. Then, some years before it was purchased by the Catholics, they alternated weeks. I look at the stained glass windows, and the names etched in them in remembrance, and wonder about my brothers and sisters in Christ who came before.
Although this church is modest in size, and very, very rural in location, it’s a red brick building with stained glass windows, a small porch with traditional white columns, and of course, a befitting steeple. People had to have really sacrificed, and very likely did much of the building themselves. It’s right in the middle of fields and rural country homes, with even a small mechanic’s garage down the road. Another church at the end of the road, and people still worship there too. Obviously, most worshippers probably walked to church every Sunday.
“This is no small thing, to restore a republic after it has fallen into corruption. I have studied history for years and I cannot recall it ever happening. It may be that our task is impossible. Yet, if we do not try then how will we know it can’t be done? And if we do not try, it most certainly won’t be done. The Founders’ Republic, and the larger war for western civilization, will be lost.”
Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy Name. Thy kingdom come. THY WILL BE DONE, on earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread. And forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us. And lead us not into temptation, but DELIVER US FROM EVIL.
What you do before the hurricane hits is going to determine where you are in the recovery phase.
