Category Archives: blood faith

The Liberals’ Metamorphosis

Be sober, be vigilant; because your adversary the devil, as a roaring lion, walketh about, seeking whom he may devour. –1 peter 5: 8 Pope Francis the blasphemer is always very forthright and uncompromising when he condemns white pietas, which … Continue reading

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The Precious Cornerstone

Wherefore hear the word of the LORD, ye scornful men, that rule this people which is in Jerusalem. Because ye have said, We have made a covenant with death, and with hell are we at agreement; when the overflowing scourge … Continue reading

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Like Unto That of a Little Child

And the light shineth in darkness; and the darkness comprehended it not. – John 1: 5 I believe that I’ve mentioned the travelogues of James A. Fitzpatrick before. He was a reporter who traveled around the world on behalf of … Continue reading

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Our Faith Is Our Destiny

The original purpose of poetry is either religious or historical, or, as most frequently happens, a mixture of both. – Sir Walter Scott Prior to the 20th century, the European bards wrote about the trials and travails of a Christian … Continue reading

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In the Heart Dwelleth the Soul

And my ending is despair, Unless I be reliev’d by prayer… -Prospero in The Tempest St. John tells us that, “In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God,” and later he tells … Continue reading

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While Memory Holds a Seat

Seems, madam! Nay, it is; I know not “seems.” ‘Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother, Nor customary suits of solemn black, Nor windy suspiration of forc’d breath, No, nor the fruitful river in the eye, Nor the dejected … Continue reading

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Hell on Earth

Lear. My wits begin to turn. Come on, my boy. How dost, my boy? Art cold? I am cold myself. Where is this straw, my fellow? The art of our necessities is strange, That can make vile things precious. Come, … Continue reading

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