… the IRS swept my bank account after a real estate sale settlement wire landed in the account and got their attention.
All I can say is… THANKS, GUYS!
The epistle of the 23rd Sunday after Pentecost (last Sunday, and all of the Ferias this week) is from Philippians 3 and 4.
This jumps out:
“For many walk, of whom I have told you often (and now tell you weeping), that they are enemies of the Cross of Christ;”
Guys, the “enemies of the Cross of Christ” are people INSIDE THE CHURCH who refuse – categorically refuse – to face or take on any sacrifice or suffering in any form. You know, like people who would refuse to speak up against, say, hypothetically, just pulling this off the top of my head, say, a blaspheming heretic Antipope and probable False Prophet Forerunner of the Antichrist – because it might harm their career track, donation revenue, or social status.
This is a pure derivative of effeminacy. In fact, it is basically the textbook definition of effeminacy. Effeminacy, remember, isn’t “swishing faggotry”… necessarily. Effeminacy is a vice that transcends sex. It is the vice of SOFTNESS – the unwillingness to stand any personal discomfort, much less suffering. This vice is contrary to the virtue or PERSERVERANCE.
So what St. Paul is talking about when he says “enemies of the Cross of Christ” in this context isn’t pagan Roman persecutors, or Jewish persecutors, or in our day Musloids, or Washington D.C. or Antipope Jorge Bergoglio – that is to say enemies of Christ and His Church from without. No, he’s talking about EFFEMINATES, the Christians who refuse to “take up their cross” and follow Christ, no matter the cost.
The punchline to all of this is, of course, Our Lord’s words, “For My yoke is sweet, and My burden is light.” In their desperate attempt to avoid all suffering and sacrifice, people miss out on the graces that Our Lord desperately wants to shower them with – but they have to take up their Cross first.
That ain’t no joke. Thanks, IRS. It’s been a pleasure NOT doing business with you.