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[Father João Silveira @joaosilveiraaa]

Saint Benedict, the father of Western monasticism, destroys statues of pagan idols. A fine example of true inter-religious dialogue.

[Restore_Croatia @IstrianMario]

Thinking about filming naked children in Croatia?

Here's exactly what will happen to you:

1. Police suspect you → You are immediately detained and treated as a high-risk predator.

2. All your phones, cameras, laptops, hard drives, and storage devices are seized on the spot.

3. Devices of everyone you're traveling with — family, friends, whoever you can access — get confiscated too for full forensic checks.

4. If they find even one incriminating photo or video? Straight to jail. Pre-trial detention while they tear your life apart.

5. Your family and friends wake up to the nightmare: their loved one is now a suspected child sex offender. Reputation destroyed. Future gone.

Croatia does not play games with child exploitation. The system is fast, aggressive, and leaves zero room for excuses. One stupid decision can end your entire life and drag everyone around you down with it.

Share this. Repost this. Make sure every sick idiot thinking about it in Croatia sees it.

[Saint Adaugoijele ✝️ @JustAdaugoijele]

Have you ever heard or seen the "CROSS OF FORGIVENESS "❓

Inside the monastery of Santa Ana and San José in Cordoba, there is an ancient cross known as the Cross of Forgiveness.
This unique crucifix depicts Jesus with His right hand hanging down towards the ground, a distinct and significant feature that has a remarkable story behind it.

One day, a sinner approached the priest under this cross to confess his grave sins. The priest, known for his strictness, imposed a severe penance. The man repented but soon fell into sin again and returned for another confession. This time, the priest warned him that it would be the last time he forgave him.Months later, the sinner succumbed to the same temptations and came back for confession. Kneeling beneath the cross, he begged for forgiveness once more. The priest, frustrated, refused absolution and sternly rebuked the man, telling him not to play with God’s mercy.
At that moment, a noise was heard, and the right hand of Jesus on the cross suddenly dropped down. A voice resonated, saying,
“I am the one who shed blood on this person, not you.”
This miraculous event left everyone in awe and since then, the right hand of Jesus remains in this position as a powerful reminder of the infinite mercy of our divine Savior.

The Cross of Forgiveness stands as a testament to the boundless compassion and mercy of Jesus Christ. It serves as a profound symbol that no matter how many times one falls, God’s forgiveness is always available to those who are truly repent.
This story from the monastery of Santa Ana and San José continues to inspire and remind the faithful of the depth of God’s love and forgiveness.

[CroatianSports @CroatianSoccer]

🇭🇷 Luka, if this is goodbye…thank you from the bottom of our broken hearts tonight!

Thank you for elevating Croatian people globally and making Croatia into a global brand. We will never have another like you.

[Kad fazani lete @vratit_ce_se_68]

Evo ga opet ahahahahaha

[Memento Mori @TempusFugit4016]

"The Son of God . . . moved the heart of His holy mother, in whose virginal womb He was concealed, to visit her cousin Elizabeth, in order that by His presence He might cleanse His fore-runner, John, whom his mother still carried in her bosom, from original sin." - St. Chrysostom

[James Melville 🚜 @JamesMelville]

Old school environmentalism. 🌳

[IMPERATOR @IMPERATORAUS]

I judge every single person by their opinion of this man.

[Croatian Football  @CroatiaFooty]

A video to bring you to tears.

Until you see Broz "Could've just stayed at 199" 😂

[HNS @HNS_CFF]

Hats off, captain. 🇭🇷©️♾ #Luka200

#WorldCup #PANCRO #Family #Vatreni❤️‍🔥

[Dr Taylor Marshall™️ @TaylorRMarshall]

This will blow your mind:

In the Eucharist, when we stand and listen to the Gospel lesson….

In the first decades of Christianity, before the 4 Gospels were written or circulated, at this point in the liturgy, one of the 12 living Apostles would stand up and tell a story they remembered about Jesus Christ (Gospel lesson) and then explain it (sermon). Then that Apostle would consecrate and distribute the Eucharist.

The 4 Gospels naturally took the place of the living Apostles over time. That’s why the Apostles commissioned the 4 Gospels. And it’s why we still stand - in honor of the Apostles sharing their memory of the very words of Christ.

[𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 ♱🇻🇦 @BillArnoldTeach]

Every heart is searching

for a place where it belongs.

That is why loneliness hurts so much.

[The Rabbit Hole @TheRabbitHole]

Simple science

[Estado Mínimo @xestadominimo]

“El comunismo prometía el paraíso y terminó construyendo muros para impedir que la gente escapara”.

- Antonio Escohotado -

[𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 ♱🇻🇦 @BillArnoldTeach]

A mother's arms are God's first lesson in trust.

[Fr Calvin Robinson ©️®️ @calvinrobinson]

There is so much evil in the world, and so few people in positions of authority willing to call it out.

Mohammedans are institutionally raping little white girls, and the bishops are blessing mosques.

Islam is evil, and the Church hierarchy wants to embrace it.

Come Lord Jesus

[Dragan Krndelj @Krndelj1Dragan]

Da vam popravim dan...

[𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 ♱🇻🇦 @BillArnoldTeach]

Hope is not the absence of storms.

It is the decision to keep flying through them.

[Dr Philip Kiszely @KiszelyPhilip]

We’re at the stage now where beheadings are regrettable, but tweets are unforgivable.

[𝔊𝔯á𝔦𝔫𝔫𝔢 🕊️☘️ @GrainneMcD92925]

A 27-year-old priest knew he was going to die. Three months before he died, he told a fellow priest about it. Calmly, with clarity, not as a guess but as a fact he had accepted. His name was Miroslav.

THE CALLING

He was born in 1920 in a small village in Istria, Croatia. Young and called to serve, he studied in Rome to become a priest. When World War II broke out, he was recalled home and ordained in 1943, in the middle of the war. He became something rare, a priest people actually loved. He brought his parishes alive. He filled them with the sacraments, with faith, with hope. He was fearless and he was gifted. He was just getting started.  Then the war ended and a new enemy took control.

THE PRESSURE

Communist Yugoslavia took power in 1945. Their mission was clear: crush the Church, erase it, control it and make it disappear. Bishops were arrested, priests were harassed, beaten and imprisoned. The great Archbishop of Zagreb was thrown into prison. The message was unmistakable, bend to the state, or be destroyed.  Most priests learned to stay quiet.  It was the only way to survive, Miroslav would not.

THE DEFIANCE

He spoke out, he defended his faith openly. He protected younger priests from persecution. He stood between the state and the people they wanted to break.  That made him visible, that made him dangerous.  By summer 1947, as he watched the regime tighten its grip, as he saw the danger closing in, something shifted in him. He wasn't afraid. He was ready.
He told his seminarians: “Being a priest means being willing to shed your blood for the faith.” In June, he wrote in his diary to God: “If it is Your will, I wish to come to You as soon as possible.” He knew, and he was at peace.

THE MOMENT

On August 24 1947, he traveled to a small village called Lanisce. His mission was simple. Beautiful, the kind of thing priests have done for centuries: confirm children in the faith. Lay hands on young believers and strengthen them as Catholics.  Give them the sacraments the regime wanted stamped out.  He did it anyway. In the open and unafraid. After the Mass, he and another priest went to the parish house to confirm those who had arrived late. It was around 11 am in the morning, then the door burst open.  A group of Communist supporters stormed in. They seized him. They threw him to the ground and pinned him down. They stabbed him again and again, in the neck.  His blood ran across the floor and up the walls.  As his life left him, Miroslav cried out twice: “Jesus, take my soul.” Then he was gone.

THE SILENCE

The regime tried to erase him. His family wanted to bury him in his home village and they refused.  They made his grave a thing to control, a symbol of their power.  For decades, his story survived only in whispers in his own corner of Croatia, among people who loved him and refused to forget.  The rest of the world never knew his name.

THE RESURRECTION

Then communism fell and in 2013, 66 years after his death, the truth could finally be told.  The Catholic Church declared Miroslav Bulesić a martyr. Blessed, honoured at last.

The ceremony took place in Pula, in an ancient Roman arena built two thousand years before.  Twenty thousand people gathered in that amphitheater to say, this man's name will not be forgotten. His blood was not spilled in vain.  The men who killed him wanted him erased forever.  Instead, his name is now spoken in churches around the world.  He could have stayed quiet, played it safe and survived.  Instead, he chose to be faithful, to protect others and to stand for something larger than himself. Even knowing the knife was coming.

His crime? Confirming children in their faith.  His legacy? A young man who saw his own death approaching and did not blink. Who prayed even as he died. Whose last breath was a prayer, not a scream. “Jesus, take my soul.” They tried to bury him twice. Once in the ground and once in silence, rose above both.