that we might die with him

Let us go, that we might die with him.

In the Americas and in Europe, the Church is dying, and there is much anxiety, and I want to know why. I want to know why people want to see a lifeless, past-its-prime institution limp onward in delusion that It Matters.

I am so happy to be alive right now. I am so happy that God has placed me on Earth right now, because it means that I will be able to witness a beautiful and miraculous moment: the moment when the Catholic Church, as we know it, breathes it last and commends its Spirit to the Father.

Thank you, Almighty Father, for giving us this gift.

For truly, I say to you, many prophets and righteous people longed to see what you see, and did not see it, and to hear what you hear, and did not hear it.

The Catholic Church, for many centuries the great friend and defender of garbage monarchs who stood in the way of God’s Kingdom, for many centuries fat and content with eating Massbread: we are fading away into irrelevancy and into the blissful nothingness of death.

The World is eclipsing the Church completely. The moment of totality is here. The God who loves us and who has already lavished on our generation multiple instances of Nature at her most lovely, Nature for minutes lying in peace, asphyxiated of her life source: He lays on our tongue one more taste of perfect sublimity as He lets the World wholly overshadow the Bride of Christ.

Thomas: are there any more in the Body now who understand our grace’s magnitude? Are there any more who will wash the corpse with joyful tears?

Thomas, Paul: are there any more who appreciate the complex perfume of knowledge, the aroma of Christ to God?

to one a fragrance from death to death, to the other a fragrance from life to life.

Woody tones, myrrh and frankincense, earth, blood: it is irresistible to the called, and we amble toward its source, and we find the Cross, where we will be killed.

Let us go, so that the Church, against whom the gates of Hell will never prevail, can be resurrected in its proper Glory and Strength, as a Body that can lead the hosts of heaven in terrifying conquest.

Let us go, so that the Church, which has lived far longer than thirty-three years and which is still not as mature as its Head, can be reunited with the Lord Jesus again in His Resurrection.

There is fear of death. Tentative trust, but fear.

Jesus said to her, “Your brother will rise again.” Martha said to him, “I know that he will rise again in the resurrection on the last day.”

The resurrection will come, yes, but meanwhile, there is absence. And for how long? Another two thousand years? Longer?

The Lord answers. I answer.

Jesus said to her, “I am the resurrection and the life. Whoever believes in me, though he die, yet shall he live, and everyone who lives and believes in me shall never die. Do you believe this?"

Though he die, yet shall he live. Though he die, he shall never die. Do you believe this? Do you believe this?

What we have is not enough. I do not accept it. Let us go, that we might die.

I long to be among them who have conquered our accuser “by the blood of the Lamb and by the word of their testimony, for they loved not their lives even unto death.” Let us go, then, that we might die.

I want to be with my brother Thomas, my brother Jesus. I want to see my King and my God, in flesh, enthroned on the Earth. I want the Resurrection and the Life.

Let us go, that we might die with Him.