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For this Tribute to Tuesday  (the 11-06-12 one)  we have to go back to about 1610, and several thousands of miles south of where I live.

black light

And that is what it looked like in the entire room where a devout Christian lady knelt all alone one day in 1610 before our Lord, praying, praising, thanking, meditating … listening for Him.

red light  This is what it should have looked like in there, a small but comforting red light, a small  flame burning in the oil, indicating the presence of God.

And then He turned out the lights on her!

I have been in small rooms, small chapels, where the only light is that steady red light indicating our faith in God’s presence.  I am not nearly as devout as I know this lady to have been, nor have I achieved the purity of mind or strength of will that she had when she prayed; but I have experienced the sense of our dependence upon the existence of God, there in the chapel and everywhere, actually.

The things this lady had learned in her life were supposed to be directed at the 20th century.   Her name was Mother Maria de Jesus Torres, and some of the things she was shown shocked her senseless – in fact, once she was pronounced dead for a couple of days by the people around her and by the doctor brought in from the city.

When this sanctuary light incident happened,  she inquired of her heavenly visitor what caused the light to go out.    She was told five reasons.

And one of them is why I’m writing this particular post.   She was told that in this coming godless century (ours)  there would be such a flood of Impurity (sexual immorality) flowing  through our streets and homes that even the souls of innocent little children would be corrupted.

Of course there has been public immorality of all kinds in past centuries, but never before have whole “Christian”  continents been characterized this way.   Never before have our common dress, our actions,  and our way of speaking to each other been drenched in such rude and lewd manners and almost  never before have people seemed so comfortable to live in moral filth.

We allow our sisters and mothers and daughters and wives to be  inappropriately touched and rubbed in private areas of their bodies in public airports –  and I see no brothers, sons, fathers or husbands with their swords or warclubs or fists ready to smash into the person who is committing such acts.   This is why I don’t fly.   Immodesty seems to be a requirement.   We are desensitized to criminal sexual conduct when performed by the “authorities.”

We don’t blink an eye when our Rulers declare that inappropriate sexual knowledge should be presented to our littlest ones at school.   Kindergarteners, for goodness sakes!    I once taught Kindergarteners.     I know for a fact that you get more of what you teach –  and in that year, those little children were already doing things to each other and saying things that still make me blush.    Our culture had already corrupted them.

And now I see in the news that YOUR private sexual activity will be made a matter of PUBLIC RECORD under the Health Control Bill.   Your doctor will interrogate you (and your mother and your sister and your daughter and your wife)  as to the most private, personal  acts – not for the sake of treatment  –  but for the sake of reporting to government officials.   Such public Electronic Health Records have already been found to have been sold, leaked, and hacked —  and what now?

So what Mother Marina de Jesus Torres saw four centuries ago nearly killed her for the shame  of it.   She generally disbelieved such things could be allowed to happen.

Not so,  us.    They know how to boil us frogs.

Our Lady of Good Success,  help us through this mess.


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