O sweet Jesus, whose overflowing charity for men is requited by so much forgetfulness, negligence and contempt, behold us prostrate before Thy altar eager to repair by a special act of homage the cruel indifference and injuries, to which Thy loving Heart is everywhere subject.
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What an exquisite photo!! Makes me want to go to church right now, but it's 1am, and I'm tired.
Elaine
Guess this post is the perfect place to respond to your question. Yes, I am local; in fact, too close to say much more. These pages of yours are about the only safe place to vent about such topics as homosexuality in the presthood, the Islamitization of America and the Beauty that is the TLM. Thank you...
I don't know where else to go anymore. Gas is too high to find a confessor in the Latin Rite. There is no one to trust in the other. They jockey for position (read that however you want) and can't wait to tell what they know --regardless of how they came "to know." Again, there is no where to turn and less and less light each time I try.
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