Catholic during the Great Apostasy

The dirt road winds among the heath , which sparkles with yellow and purple colors. In the distance you can see a lake, the blue sky is reflected in it as if it wants to hide between the hills. Seeking the quietness of my soul, I sink my thoughts into this beautiful landscape. Down below, a castle like a fairy tale surrounded by stone houses.

Isn’t it a beautiful world you have created oh Lord !

And for whom?

For us , who are filled with sins. Egoism combined with our lusts lead this earthly carcass to moral , civilization collapse…. Truth is a word long forgotten and replaced by human delusion of grandeur and belief in our own infallibility.

Kings lived in such castles. They ruled countries, sometimes well, sometimes badly. As they were people flashed with passions. Over everything You reigned, our Lord Jesus Christ. Slowly with the centuries the kings fell, replaced by thousands of their own beliefs and their own freedoms. The rulers of old threw the disobedient into dungeons and sometimes sentenced them to death as well. Say hundreds maybe even thousands. Revolutions that threw them off their thrones killed millions, but to the people they are sacred. They looked at this world and in an audacious voice cried out :

We created it , it is our world ! We will sin and kill, for example, unborn children or mothers and fathers ailing in the name of our , great self !

They turned away from you Eternal God and dethroned and created themselves on the altars. Yes themselves, because every pagan idol some sin praises and every man wants to justify his envy, lies and unbridled lusts.

The fallen tighten their noose, and they dance a mad dance of freedom. In their heads they see an image of some illusory love and tolerance. However, the reality is far from the imagination. The world is rushing into the abyss, and Satan smiles with pity when he sees the stupidity and hypocrisy of man. Depression and suicide is today’s definition of freedom.

I sit under a tree at the edge of the road. I close my eyes , in detachment from the hustle and bustle I look for you o Lady in the Sky.

What would I do oh Mother of Sorrows in this earthly exile without you!

In the distance we hear rushing into the abyss , trashing everything God created. With singing they go :

God is love, God will forgive everything , we will continue to sin until we have enough strength …

Mother Immaculate , gives us a hand and in a whisper of the wind says:

Follow me , do not look at the world , I will be with you until your time comes ….

Through our hearts flow words . which like the Blood of the Savior wash our wounds, our sorrows and sufferings:

My Mother Mother

You lead me always there

where your Son

where our God

Where respite comes

for I know truly know

That under the cross we will meet

That you will hold me to your heart

saying tenderly Don’t be afraid

My mother Mother

stretch my arms

I see nails

I see death

but You are always beside me

therefore I do not give up

with the sword of pain Thou hast pierced

yet You continue to support me

pain tears my body

darkness overshadows the whole world

be here with me

be here always

for without you there is no me

Mother, my Mother

I on the cross want to die

take away sins

take away the evil

Your Son will have it easier

but when the time comes

and nail me to the cross

With gracious eyes look upon me

Hold my hand

Comfort my heart

That I may endure suffering

So that I do not forget Your guidance

My mother Mother

Your son is God and I am poor dust

He has loved you

He died for you

Then He rose from the dead and you can be with Him

and so it’s time…

No it’s not the time of death

It’s a time of struggle for resurrection

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Arkadiusz Niewolski