Up Against
No one knows the truth better than a liar.
Then the liars and swearers are fools, for there are liars and swearers enough to beat the honest men and hang up them. - William Shakespeare, Macbeth
Where are the noble people, the noble politicians, people of honour we so desperately need? Societies seem practically barren, unable to produce men and women of civil manner and rational thought who aspire to serve the common good. Even our hierarchs are too often limp men, contained by their confused witness. Are we not robbed of direction, wet with timidity as we face a mob, those polished in academia or government or brutish in the street? Where are the statesmen, men and women of virtue to whom we look for leadership, who call us to our better selves? Where are you hiding? Are you hiding, or are you waiting for a sign that you yourselves are meant to give, the sign generals give to their troops before battle? What of spiritual warfare? Do we trust in our power alone, or do we pray the Lord to defend us and induct us into His legion of truth, goodness and beauty in a world that so desperately needs those mercies? Are we so burdened by fear and doubt that we cannot invest ourselves in complete trust of the Lord? The Lord delivers those who trust Him and follow His commandments.
For a just man falleth seven times, and riseth up again: but the wicked shall fall into mischief. - Proverbs 24:16
Through the Prayers at the Foot, God offers the weary soul enduring consolation and confidence. The Ordinariate Mass, like the Extraordinary Form of the Sacred Liturgy, offers Catholics a formation in trust. As one who, thanks be to God, has experienced many graces through praying the Judica Me in the Mass, I invite all who seek confidence and resolution, resilience and peace when facing adversity, to attend Divine Worship to pray, along with the priest and ministers attending, the Prayers at the Foot. Allow yourself to be drawn into the camp of the Lord, those gathered around the fire of love and truth on the eve of battle, gathered in the cold night to recall the witness of the saints, to be immersed in the word of God, and to sing songs in praise of Almighty God. And, to feed upon the very Flesh and Blood of the Saviour Who sustains the faithful.
The edge of war, like an ill-sheathed knife,No more shall cut his master. Therefore, friends,
As far as to the sepulchre of Christ,
Whose soldier now, under whose blessed cross
We are impressed and engaged to fight,
Forthwith a power of English shall we levy;
Whose arms were moulded in their mothers' womb
To chase these pagans in those holy fields
Over whose acres walk'd those blessed feet
Which fourteen hundred years ago were nail'd
For our advantage on the bitter cross.
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