“He [Satan] will set up a counter-Church which will be the ape of the Church because, he the devil, is the ape of God. It will have all the notes and characteristics of the Church, but in reverse and emptied of its divine content. It will be a mystical body of the anti-Christ that will in all externals resemble the mystical body of Christ. In desperate need for God, whom he nevertheless refuses to adore, modern man in his loneliness and frustration will hunger more and more for membership in a community that will give him enlargement of purpose, but at the cost of losing himself in some vague collectivity.”
“Who is going to save our Church? Not our bishops, not our priests and religious. It is up to you, the people. You have the minds, the eyes, and the ears to save the Church. Your mission is to see that your priests act like priests, your bishops act like bishops.”
- Fulton Sheen
Therefore, ACTIVATE YOUR CONFIRMATION and get to work!
I wore my LST 325 blue rubber bracelet, a souvenir from the last tank-landing troopship from D-Day still in active service, moored for tourist traffic and info on the Ohio River at Evansville IN. *sigh* Nobody at work knew what I was talking about. A young guy in his mid-30s thought “that was when we invaded Hawaii.” The middle aged ladies simply didn’t register much. The 70-year-old guy exclaimed I was wrong, it wasn’t D-day, it was V-day. He couldn’t explain “V,” though.
However, your Google calendar will tell you tomorrow is Eid-al-something or other. Maybe after all the purpose of the revolution — which is maybe all one thing, Protestant Reformation, Enlightenment, Freemasonry, Islam, wokery — is to go on always creating the revolutionary personality, always adapted, always newly taught. A ship of state always sailing away from memories, always sailing away from a national identity.
I know one person still left from that day, and that is my mother, who was a girl of 15 at the time. I hope Father Z.’s kind readers will offer a prayer for her and her needs.
Thank you for this memory, Father. What courage! The beginning of the end for the Nazis!
I was thinking of my high school graduation, which was June 6, 1979. 35 years after D-Day. And 35 years from today it was 1990 – which, to me, hasn’t been all that long ago – I had been married for 2 years at that time. Almost all the adults I knew on the day of my high school graduation had personal memories of D-Day, and to them perhaps it seemed as recent as 1990 seems to me.
A few weeks ago, I had the pleasant opportunity to sit down and re-read When the Sea Came Alive: An Oral History of D-Day by Garrett M. Graff.
It’s a good overview read of the subject, with sufficient context framing each topic but otherwise given over to the oral history from those who were there.
June 6 (1918) was also the beginning of the Battle of Belleau Wood. Semper Fidelis.
Second Division, Fourth Brigade (USMC), Fifth and Sixth Regiments.