It really shouldn’t come as a surprise that Catholics were labeled “backward” by Hillary Clinton’s henchmen and henchwomen (the latter no doubt making only 77% of what the henchmen make for the same amount of henching).
No, it’s the same old story.
From Nero to Stalin, the princes of this world have been baffled, stumped, and confounded by that laughing, singing band of lunatics who worship a despised man hanging half-naked and dead on a cross.
They don’t get it. They never will. Oh, not to say we shouldn’t hope and pray for the conversion of an individual Nero, Stalin, or Clinton. Wicked tyrants can and have repented.
But as long as there is the Cross, and as long as there are those who lift it high, the hatred will always be there too, following it. Following us. Hunting, persecuting, killing. And still, every time, losing.
Which is why it’s so puzzling that the cleverest of the clever never seem to get it. After all, it’s not so much a matter of faith, but of history. These are supposedly educated people. We have to assume they’ve at least flipped through a book at some point in their lives. Do they not know? Do they not know the story told over and over for two thousand years? Of caesars and sultans, emperors and kings? The mighty godless relentlessly striving, age after age, to rid the world of Truth? And all of them, all of them, having realized they’ve been had, by the only one who can hate them back with a hate outmatching their own, now rotting under centuries of dirt? And Truth – borne by a bloody, starved, barely whispering Church – living, surviving, and then flourishing again?
Yes, by the world’s measure, we are backward. We face the wrong way. We do not gaze upon their gods, and they do not know what to make of it. So they come at us again, and turn us backwards, or upside down, or inside out, or headless, or dangling from a rope, or slumped against a wall riddled with bullets.
We’ve been here before. We know how bad it’s going to get.