“A lot of people hate Trump, and that's fine. But if you're watching a news network that refuses to air the president of the United States, they're not giving you a chance to think for yourself. They're telling you what to think.”
Couldn’t be more true!! If you hate Trump and watch the news, you’ve probably been programmed 🎯
The story of Blessed Alexandrina Maria da Costa is one of the most extraordinary Eucharistic miracles recorded in modern Church history.
She was born on March 30, 1904, in a small village in Balasar, into a poor but deeply Catholic family. As a young girl, Alexandrina loved prayer, especially devotion to Our Lord in the Blessed Sacrament and to the Virgin Mary.
But when she was 14 years old, a tragic event changed her life forever. To escape three men who tried to assault her, she jumped from a window in her home to protect her purity. The fall severely damaged her spine. At first she could still move a little, but over time her condition worsened until she became completely paralyzed and bedridden.
By the age of 21, Alexandrina was totally unable to move.
For the rest of her life she would remain in bed, suffering constant and intense pain. Yet instead of falling into despair, she offered her suffering to Jesus for the conversion of sinners and for peace in the world. She would often say that her mission was to be “a victim soul” united with Christ’s Passion.
From 1938 to 1942, she experienced mystical visions of the Passion of Christ every Friday, reliving the sufferings of Jesus in her own body. Witnesses testified that during these moments she would mystically participate in Christ’s agony.
Then something even more astonishing happened.
On October 13, 1942, Alexandrina stopped taking all food and drink completely. From that day forward, she lived only on the Holy Eucharist, receiving Holy Communion daily, for more than 13 years until her death on October 13, 1955.
Doctors and Church authorities closely observed her.
In 1943, she was admitted to the hospital in Foz do Douro for strict medical supervision for about 40 days. During this time, she was constantly monitored to determine whether she was secretly eating or drinking.
According to the medical reports, she consumed nothing and yet continued to live, without signs of dehydration or malnutrition that would normally lead to death.
Throughout these years, she promoted deep devotion to the Eucharist and called people to repentance, prayer, and consecration to the Immaculate Heart of Mary. She repeatedly offered her suffering for the consecration of the world to Mary.
She died on October 13, 1955, the anniversary of the final apparition at Fátima, something she had prayed to live to see.
After a long investigation into her life and virtues, she was beatified by Pope John Paul II on April 25, 2004.
Blessed Alexandrina’s life remains a powerful testimony to the Catholic belief that the Holy Eucharist is truly the Body and Blood of Christ, spiritual nourishment capable of sustaining not just the soul, but in extraordinary cases, even the body by God’s grace.
Blessed Alexandrina de Costa
Pray for us 🌹 🌹 🌹
I still can't get over how good this is. Conservatives have always stuck with the "It doesn't work" argument against Leftism while pointing to their charts and graphs, hoping people will follow along.
But THIS is the argument to make. 👇Leftism is ugly. It's repulsive. It's disgusting. It's lame. It's immoral. It's boring. It's depressing.
This isn't a fight between two competing economic models, one of which happens to work better. This is a fight between beauty and ugliness. Building and destruction. Thankfulness and resentment. Love and hate. Greatness and cowardice. Good and evil.
Padre Pio revealed the exact weapon that beats lust almost every single time.
It takes less than 10 seconds to use.
And almost no Catholic man has ever been taught how.
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This is one of my fav videos to watch.
The Maronite words of consecration, spoken in Aramaic, the very same language of Christ.
Whenever I feel anxious or just need to hear something beautiful, I return to this.
Take 2 mins today. Let it wash over you. 🕊️
Catholics, this is a very dangerous sound.
It's a terror for demonic activities.
It's the exorcism prayers of St Benedict. Many Catholics have testified about this prayer.
St Benedict, ora pro nobis
“The Rosary is a long chain that links heaven and earth. One end of it is in our hands and the other end is in the hands of the Holy Virgin”
St. Thérèse of Lisieux
The Atlantic just ran a piece called "The Age of Reading Is Over." We are literally losing the ability to read anything longer than an Instagram post. This is not good. Think about history for a second. During the slave trade, what was the one thing punishable by death? Teaching a slave to read. Why? Because tyrants have always known that literacy is the ultimate key to human freedom.
Less than half of American adults read a single book in 2022. It’s so bad that a staffer at Harvard actually complained that assigning books to students is "arbitrarily withholding information" because it forces them to use a "difficult medium." Let that sink in. IVY LEAGUE STUDENTS have a hard time reading something and then paraphrasing it.
If we stop reading, we go straight back to the dark ages. We'll be sitting around waiting for a government agency or an AI script to tell us what the Constitution means through a paraphrased post on X.
The most interesting part of the red card saga isn't the ruling. It's how differently Americans and Europeans process the idea that they might have been wronged.
Europeans are fundamentally different from Americans in one particular way: they expect life to be aggravating and at times unfair. It's just a fact of moving through the world. I joke that in Europe, the customer is always wrong. You didn't read the fine print. The only pharmacy in town is closed every other Tuesday for three hours, and even if the times weren't posted, that's still your problem. Too bad if you want the bill, because the waiter's on his union-mandated half-hour smoke break, and you're just going to have to wait.
To quote the great Mark Knopfler: sometimes you're the windshield, sometimes you're the bug. There's something freeing in that. Things are less in your control, so there's less angst in managing your expectations.
In America, things couldn't be more different. We simply can't accept a wrong left unrighted.
The flight attendant sneezed handing you a drink on your one-hour flight? 15,000 frequent flyer miles. Didn't like your appetizer? A replacement is on the way, and the whole course comes off the bill. There's a reason our interstates are lined with trial lawyer billboards.
Europeans have turned complaining into a continental pastime with no expectation that the universe owes them a remedy for their grief. You gripe about the train being late, your friends nod solemnly and everyone goes back to their apéro. In America, we launch a full-blown investigation of the train system, sue the government (and its contractors) that allowed for the tardiness and hold a Congressional hearing on the state of national infrastructure.
So to an objective observer, the red card shouldn't have happened, and VAR was a travesty. To Americans, our star player shouldn't be unfairly banned from a match we couldn't afford to lose for a card he so obviously didn't deserve.
Who cares that FIFA used a little-used reversal to fix it. Who cares that other people are mad about it. We. Were. Wronged. It was unjust. It must be corrected. We would accept nothing less.
Europeans waxing poetic about the sanctity of the game are, of course, talking about a governing body whose last tournament host was decided via confirmed cash bribes — one that imposed dress codes on women, shrugged off widespread allegations of modern slavery and reconfigured the entire tournament calendar to suit the host country. Which is exactly the point. If you've made peace with all of that, at least enough to watch the tournament four years later, a probationary suspension isn't actually a scandal.
Maybe that's the real divide. Over millennia, Europeans have made peace with being the bug. Americans have never once considered it, and apparently, we're not about to start now.