You can walk into a Catholic church almost anywhere on earth and know exactly where you are.
You could be in Rome, Poland, Kenya, Mexico, the Philippines, or sitting in a nearly empty parish in Chester County on a Tuesday morning. You may not understand a word being spoken, but you will still recognize the Mass. You will know when to stand, when to kneel, what is happening at the altar, and why everyone came.
That alone is incredible. But then you remember what it took for the Mass to survive.
It was offered in catacombs when Christians had to hide. It was offered in prison camps, during wars, in Irish homes when the faith was persecuted, and in underground churches where being caught could cost people everything. Priests risked their lives to celebrate it. Catholics risked theirs just to be there.
Kings died. Empires collapsed. Borders changed. Whole countries disappeared.
The Mass continued.
And now I get to walk into my church on an ordinary weekday morning and step into the same worship Catholics have carried across centuries.
That is what gets me.
Catholicism is not tied to one country, one culture, one preacher, or one generation. The Church is bigger than all of that.
You can cross an ocean, walk through the doors of a Catholic church, and still know exactly where you are.
Home.
In California, it's illegal to declaw a cat because it's inhumane and causes chronic pain. Same state will still let a doctor dismember a baby.
Jesus wept.
Hail Mary, Full of Grace, The Lord is with thee. Blessed art thou amongst all women, & blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus. Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners now, and at the hour of our death. Amen.🙏🏾
Have a lovely day 😊
Clock clearly at zero.
Ball touches Western Michigan player as it hits zeros…game over!
Talk about an absolute BS job by these refs.
Feel horrible for Coach Taylor & his team.