Catholic during the Great Apostasy

I see Your passion, Lord. I see how Your precious blood soaks into this inhuman, cruel earth You walked upon. You healed, You converted hardened sinners, You raised the dead. So much good, so much love You showed to people, though You knew the darkness of their souls. Yet You did not give up. And they?

The gratitude they offered during Your entry into Jerusalem on a donkey quickly turned to hatred. A week later, instead of “Hosanna to the Son of David,” they shouted, “Crucify Him! His blood be on us!”

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How ungrateful are human hearts, how black their souls!Thus, olive branches and golden cloaks thrown at Your feet mean nothing. Only pure souls, filled with Your love, matter.

There’s no need to cry, “Christ is King!” at every city gate. First, we must establish the undivided reign of our Lord Jesus Christ in our own souls.

What good are your grandest offerings, man, laid in splendor, if God recoils at the sight of your soul?

Instead of sitting in the front pews of the temple, kneel in a quiet corner, a small room, or at the church’s threshold. Pray sincerely, show remorse, and resolve to amend.Look at the nails tearing through Christ’s innocent body, already scourged by whips. Look at His brow, drenched in precious blood. Each thorn piercing His radiant face is one sin – and sins number in the millions! Can you even imagine the vastness of pain our Beloved Savior endured for us?

“Who for us men suffered wounds…” – you sing these words, but have you ever pondered how deep those wounds are?

Or do you merely repeat them thoughtlessly, following the crowd?

Arkadiusz Niewolski