Well, We did it! Our proud nation is finally free once again. I’ve been partying for about 3 days now and I just can’t seem to stop!
Apart from getting married or giving birth to my kids, this has been one of the best and most significant few days of my life.
For the first time ever, I can look at my kids future in this country with a real sense of freedom, hope and opportunity, rather than the dread of knowing that they would most likely be persecuted for their faith under the laws of the politically correct neo-Marxist EU.
Everything I fight hard for can be summed up in the referendum result. Freedom, democracy, common sense. I never dreamed I would see it in my lifetime. WE ARE FREE!!
But I think the best thing is that I know that at least 17 million people feel the same way I do. The sleeping giant has awakened. WE ARE BRITISH! AND BRITAIN IS GREAT!
Top lesson of the day: You have a voice, and your voice counts. And when you find the courage to speak up, you find that millions of other feel the same way. I think this is the first time that a LOT of people feel that their voice is finally being heard.
Unfortunately, this kind of courage can make other people feel, well, sad.
Some of the people were feeling so sad that they even ventured out of their safe spaces to start an online petition calling for a second referendum. Apparently the first one wasn’t fair enough because they didn’t win.
Unfortunately it seems that their petition wasn’t fair either. They had created computer programmes to sign the petition thousands of times with fake signatures. Apparently 50k came from Vatican City!!! Another 25k came from North Korea!!!
Of course inevitably there were hilarious counter petitions rising up everywhere including one that was asking for a re-run of the battle of Hastings, and a re-draw of last weeks Euro million lottery!
I really think it would have been easier on the losing side if they had not all been given prizes throughout their childhoods for *not* winning at school sports day.
But to those who voted Remain and are now saying “Let’s get on with working together to build a great British future…” I have the upmost respect ☺ Hats off to you guys!
The whining quickly turned to anger and insult, and there were calls for older people to not be able to vote ever again because they were, well, old. And that obviously means that their vote doesn’t count.
It’s a shame the young ones forget that their grandparents were the ones who freed this country from the evil of the German National Socialist Party back in 1945.
The accusations of Bigot and Racist were seemingly forgotten and replaced by “uneducated”. I guess if we do have a second vote (which will never happen!) then the only ones allowed to vote should be readers of The Guardian. In one of the most sickeningly patronising articles I have ever read, The Guardian tells us that Remainers should now consider themselves ‘parents’ to the uneducated proletariat Brexiteers who so desperately need re-educating.
Did I mention that an angry Remainer called me a Xylophone?! I think he meant Xenophobe 😀
So here is a summary of our first day of freedom:
The BBC promised me Godzilla and fire from the sky. Where are my huge lizards?! Where are my fireballs?! I’m still waiting…
And who will be our new Prime Minister? I think I have the solution…
In all fairness, we must remember that despite the behaviour our brothers and sisters have been displaying recently, they are grieving. Please keep this in mind when interacting with them. This chart may help explain why people do crazy things when they are grieving:
Today’s second reading said it all for me. It really hit the nail on the head:
Reading 2, Galatians 5:1, 13-18
1 Christ set us free, so that we should remain free. Stand firm, then, and do not let yourselves be fastened again to the yoke of slavery.
13 After all, brothers, you were called to be free; do not use your freedom as an opening for self-indulgence, but be servants to one another in love,
14 since the whole of the Law is summarised in the one commandment: You must love your neighbour as yourself.
15 If you go snapping at one another and tearing one another to pieces, take care: you will be eaten up by one another.
16 Instead, I tell you, be guided by the Spirit, and you will no longer yield to self-indulgence.
17 The desires of self-indulgence are always in opposition to the Spirit, and the desires of the Spirit are in opposition to self-indulgence: they are opposites, one against the other; that is how you are prevented from doing the things that you want to.
18 But when you are led by the Spirit, you are not under the Law.
Ok. Party done. Now time to work on a way forward…
I know the way forward. It supercedes Brexit, Remain, the EU, Prime Ministers and Presidents. It supercedes race, wealth, class and education. It supercedes our entire world and it supercedes us.
This ‘it’ is a ‘who’. And that ‘who’ is Jesus Christ.
“Jesus Christ is the same yesterday, today and forever.” – Hebrews 13:8
So today as we had David Beckham and Anjem Choudary (Muslim hate preacher extraordinaire) come out as Remainiacs, I thought I would come out myself as a Brexiteer.
I would not usually use this blog to write about purely political events – but I believe this referendum to be so important to the future of our country, that I feel the need to speak about it.
There are a thousand and one reasons I want to leave the EU. Here are my top 3:
1. I want the UK to be able to make its own laws and govern its own people independently. I don’t want us to have to run it by the EU first to make sure they approve. If we remain part of the EU we will have no independence as a nation. I value my national identity as a Brit. I want to belong to Great Britain, not the North Western province of Europe.
“European law shall always prevail in terms of rights and freedoms over the national legislations of the countries of origin that limit or infringe such rights. (§7)” – ‘European Charter for Secularism and Freedom of Conscience‘.
2. Under EU legislation, parents will have no rights over their own children. The EU has a massively anti-Catholic stance, especially in the area of sexuality and marriage. I do not want their pro-gay, pro-abortion agenda being taught to my kids at school. If we leave, we will no longer be forced to adhere to their utterly Godless moral stance.
“Freedom of conscience among children and adolescents shall be specifically protected regardless of the ideological convictions of parents and care-takers. European laws shall consider children and adolescents as free citizens and therefore shall ensure their freedom from any coercive doctrinal or dogmatic conditioning, including sexual mutilations based on religious or supposedly cultural pretexts and from the imposition by adults of any religion, rite or ideological conviction. (§5)” – ‘European Charter for Secularism and Freedom of Conscience‘.
“In Denmark, external experts such as prostitutes, homosexuals or HIV-positive
persons are invited to speak in schools about their experience. In the Netherlands, sexuality education begins at the age of four. However, in Poland sexuality is taboo at school as well as at home. In Spain, the subject is hardly ever taught in schools in rural areas. Overall, the best practises are observed in Benelux, Nordic countries, France and Germany…
…The disparities between quality and frequency of delivery of sexuality education in the 24 observed EU Member States can be explained by cultural and religious traditions (incidence and influence of the Catholic and Protestant Churches, traditions, etc.)…
…Consequently, the Catholic Church has had a growing influence on school-based sexuality education. Traditional groups are against methods using a scientific language as they focus on family roles and traditional values. As a result, sexuality education was taken out of the curriculum, to be taught outside of the school programme by voluntary teachers. In the same period, the few accessible school books teaching the subject conveyed false and stereotyped information about contraception and rejected homosexuality. The Catholic Church also had a strong influence on family planning services, which underwent pressures leading to difficult access and uneven distribution of the facilities in the country.” – ‘Policies for Sexuality Education in the European Union 2013’.
3. I don’t want open borders. I want a points system similar to that of the Australians, where people are evaluated on what they can bring to the UK in terms of their skills. This of course would not just be for Europeans – but worldwide. At the moment we are in the middle of a housing, NHS and schools crisis in the UK. We do not need an open ended influx of people when we already can’t cope with what we have. That would be entirely irresponsible and lead to utter chaos.
I do not want people arriving on our shores who have not been checked for criminal records, terrorist offenses or who simply want to come here to claim benefits. I do not want large groups of single young men arriving here under the impression that it is perfectly acceptable to heckle, grope and rape women like we have seen in Cologne and all across Europe.
And just to get one thing completely straight – I am not a racist or a bigot. 99% of Brexiteers are not racists or bigots and they do not take kindly to being called so by the Remaniac media. It is a difficult argument to make when my two best friends are a first generation Polish immigrant, and a Black French Caribbean immigrant! Like I said – I am not against immigration, but I do want it to be strictly controlled.
Another reason for not wanting open borders is that I believe a major goal of the EU is to destroy national identity. I believe the EU vision is to make Europe a super-state similar to that of USA. I don’t want this. I don’t want each country to amalgamate into a big grey soup of androgenous, tasteless conformity. I love the differences of each European country and culture and I believe these things that make us diverse, special and unique need to be treasured and honoured.
I would like to encourage everyone who is undecided to vote for Brexit. Ask yourself this:
If the vote was to join the EU, would you want to join it right now in the near collapsing state it is in?
No, me neither. VOTE LEAVE!
Dear LGBT community,
Come to Jesus and know how much you are loved. Every Christian is a sinner. The Church is just made up of a whole bunch of sinners in need of a saviour. So if you are a sinner too, you are gonna fit in just fine! Jesus doesn’t like people who point fingers at other people’s sin. When he saved a young woman from being stoned to death he looked at the crowed of accusers around her and told them:
“When they kept on questioning him, he straightened up and said to them, “Let any one of you who is without sin be the first to throw a stone at her.”” – (John 8:7)
Let me tell you about God…
God loves His children UNCONDITIONALLY. He loves you and me so much that He sent His only son Jesus to die on a cross to pay the price for our sins. He did this because He wants you and me to be with Him for all eternity after we die. He created you unique, special, beautiful, one of a kind.
“Indeed, the very hairs of your head are all numbered.” – (Luke 12:7)
“For You created my inmost being; You knit me together in my mother’s womb. I praise you God, because I am fearfully and wonderfully made.” – (Psalm 139)
Come and find out more about this love.
We are all sinners. Jesus wants to forgive us and set us free. He wants us to see ourselves through His eyes, so we can realise how much we are loved. Not once we decide to leave our old lives behind and follow Him, but RIGHT NOW. He loves you RIGHT NOW.
“But God demonstrates his own love for us in this: While we were still sinners, Christ died for us.” – (Romans 5:8)
Come to Jesus. Come and find out about how much He loves you. Come and find out about His mercy and forgiveness.
The terror attack in Orlando was a hate crime. It was carried out by a man who had learned to hate himself. He believed his religion hated him because he too was experiencing same-sex attraction.
If only he could have known the truth about how much he was loved by Jesus – even in the depths of his hate and despair, he was still loved. He didn’t know how much He was loved.
It is too late now. I commit him, and all those who were killed in the club that night to the mercy of God. They all now stand face to face with their creator. One day, we all will stand face to face with our creator.
You are angry, of course. But please don’t let that anger grow into hate. Instead come and learn about Love as you have never known it before.
God has a plan for your life. He wants you back. Turn to Jesus now and begin the most incredible relationship of your life.
Jesus, I don’t know who you are. Everything I’ve been taught about you doesn’t seem to make sense anymore. How can you love me when I am a sinner? How can you do that? I have turned my back on God many times in my life Jesus. I want to come to you. Help me come to you and give my heart to you. I want to know who I am through your eyes. I want to know about Your love, Your mercy, Your forgiveness. I want to know how much you love me.
For all those affected by same-sex attraction please visit https://couragerc.org/
I am not a perfect wife. I am not a perfect mother. And I don’t pretend to be – anymore.
I fight with my husband and my kids all the time. Most of the time it is over silly little things. They drive me mad. I drive them mad. We all have to live together.
I often used to think that I was doing something wrong. Everyone else seemed to have these perfect ‘nice’ marriages and perfect ‘nice’ families, and my marriage and family were just not like that. It became a point of shame for me that we were not as perfect as other people and really started to get me down.
Satan would whisper things in my ear like “Your marriage is not working… You are not cut out for motherhood… You are failing.” Of course the Father of lies is the master of keeping himself hidden, so I believed that what he was saying was true.
I think the biggest lie I believed was “You are not good enough.” My response to this was to try harder. Mistake.
The scales began to fall from my eyes when one day a close friend who had the perfect marriage and family confided in me that her husband was obsessed with work and never spent any time at home, and she was in love with another man. She was terrified I would judge her. I didn’t of course because she was my friend and I loved her – but I couldn’t understand how her perfect marriage had got into that state?
I kept her confidence, and marveled at how they managed to keep it together at family events – still projecting the facade that everything was still ‘nice’.
The second eye opener for me was when a family member got divorced. It came as a complete shock for everyone because they seemed to be the perfect couple. It seems there was major troubles within the relationship that no-one knew about.
The third and most painful eye-opener was when I decided to hide my post natal depression. I was so ill, but I was so ashamed of not being as good as all the other mothers – or so I thought at the time. Then I found out that another friend was on antidepressants and that she also felt utterly trapped in the unending cycle of nappies, feeding and crying.
When I recovered from the depression I began to see things in a new light. I looked at all my friends and their marriages and families and realised that all of us were struggling. It still makes me smile now when I see newly weds, or first time parents desperately trying to convey the ‘nice’ picture of perfect domestic bliss, because I know that Satan will be whispering the exact same thing into their ears as he was into mine. They are gonna have to work it out for themselves just like I did. I wouldn’t have believed it if anyone had tried to tell me anyway…
This culture of perfection that we all seem to be striving for is based on pride. The fact is that none of us are good enough to carry out God’s plan for our lives. That’s right – I just said we are not good enough. Well, the truth is that we aren’t – and that was the final piece of the puzzle for me.
“I can’t do this Father, but You can. Please, I need You Father, I need You.”
It is amazing how the weight of my whole life just lifted off me at that moment. Realising that I was incapable was the most freeing moment of my life because it finally allowed me to rely entirely on God. And for the first time at that moment, it made sense that I should be entirely truthful with other people about how I find marriage and motherhood incredibly difficult at times. If I was ever going to be able to give an authentic witness to the sacrament of Marriage or to motherhood, then I was going to have to let people see that I was not perfect, and that that was ok.
What better witness to the truth is there than letting people see God’s mercy made perfect in my weakness? I am in need of a saviour. I need my Father.
This exact same principle applies to the Church at large. People do not need a perfectly veneered version of the church. In fact I would say that this is probably the most off putting, disingenuous way of presenting things. If you try to give people the Church of ‘nice’ you are leading them to believe that everyone in that church is already perfect. Then they try to be perfect, and fail, and then try to cover up their shame and get totally put off because they can’t live up to your churches unattainably high moral standards. You know – they are probably terrible sinners, just like you are.
People need to see the truth, and the truth is that we as the church are just a big bunch of helpless sinners in need of a saviour. That includes the laity and the clergy. My role in evangelising amounts to nothing more than me being one beggar, telling another beggar where the bread is.
People aren’t looking for ‘nice’. They are looking for truth. And the truth is that none of us are perfect, yet God still loves us unconditionally and wants us to totally rely on Him, and return to Him again and again through the sacrament of Confession.
One monkey gets shot and everyone goes ape. Seriously, the amount of hate and judgment I have seen directed towards the mother of the little boy who managed to sneak into the Gorilla’s enclosure is just flabbergasting. I’ve seen a petition with over 150,000 signatures who are all calling for “Justice for Harambe” although no-one really knows what that means.
Many are blaming the mother for not supergluing the 4 year old to her side. I’m sure if she thought there was any risk at all of her son being able to breach the fence of the gorilla enclosure then she would have. Perhaps the haters need to be looking at the fact that the security at the gorilla enclosure was so weak it was foiled by a 4 year old? If I were the parents i’d be suing the zoo quite frankly.
And then there is the fact that Harambe is a wild animal kept in captivity so that some people can gawp at him, and others can make money from people gawping at him. I’m sure when God made the majestic and extremely powerful Harambe, He didn’t intend him to spend his life in a zoo. I’m sure God intended him to live in the wild. But we love to control things don’t we…?
The out-pouring of emotion and grief over Harambe reminds me of the death of Princess Diana (stick with me on this one…!) Harambe and Diana were both gawped at by people. Diana was held captive in her own media prison – never being able to leave the house without Paparazzi, never having a moments privacy. People paid good money to view every aspect of her life. She was a spectacle for our entertainment – just like Harambe.
When she died there was one of the biggest outpourings of grief i’ve ever seen. Why? I never understood why? Yesterday you were happy to gawp at this person and revel in her lack of privacy, and now you are mourning her death like she was your own mother. I think what we were witnessing was the widespread grief of death itself. We cannot control death. Perhaps there was also an element of guilt there for gawping for all those years?
Perhaps people are also feeling guilt for Harambe? I’m sure some are. But many more are just feeling plain old rage. The rage, I believe also stems from this lack of ability to control. We love to control everything. St JPII called this the ‘contraceptive mentality’.
Our desire to control things leads us eventually to do absolutely anything to remain in control. We want all the benefits and pleasures we can lay our hands on – and none of the responsibility or consequences. As human beings we take this desire for control to the very limit through murdering our own children through abortion. We MUST remain in control.
So when our control of a 400lb wild animal we are holding hostage is compromised by a 4 year old boy and we have to shoot the animal to remain in control, everyone blames the boy (and his mother).
“She should have been keeping better control of him!” That’s right – there is no room for accidents or anomalies or mistakes in our contraceptive culture. No room at all. In fact, I’m starting to believe that there would have been less of a hyper emotional outcry from the self-loathing haters if the zoo keeper had just shot the boy (and his mother of course…). Then we could all just keep looking at the funny monkey and gawp at how big and strong he is, and how clever we are for controlling him.
People are so stupid…
My priest gave a great Pentecost homily today. He Began by talking about the tower of Babel. The rather over confident (more like arrogant) people of that time wanted to build a tower high enough to reach God – ie. they wanted to control God. When God saw what they were trying to do He confused all their languages. In the confusion and communication breakdown the whole project failed.
Then we have Pentecost. The Holy Spirit descends on the disciples and they suddenly realise they have the ability to speak in all different tongues. They are understood by everyone.
What struck me about these two situations was the issue of control. The people building the tower of Babel wanted complete control. The fools wanted a relationship with God, but they wanted to be in charge. God wasn’t having any of it! They were completely full of themselves. The tower of Babel and desire to be in control was mans initiative.
In contrast, the disciples had let go of themselves and their own ideas had been filled with the Holy Spirit. They had all received many spiritual gifts – power, if you will, but it was God’s power and they knew and respected that. They were not full of themselves but were full of the Holy Spirit. Pentecost was God’s initiative.
If we take these ideas into the present day we can see that things have not changed so much! Within the Catholic Church we have certain pro-abortion ‘Theologians’, and certain pro-divorce and remarriage Cardinals. We have the pink clergy brigade and the lunacy of the coven of banshee’s that will not stop screeching about female ordination.
Honestly, some of the stuff these guys come out with is so hard to get one’s head around – it would be easier to decipher and translate an army of Minions than it would be to work out what those groups are saying.
All these groups do seem to want a relationship with God, but they want it on their terms. Oh but hang on a minuet, I do too. There were many years I was having a relationship with Christ but refused to stop using contraception. And then there was the phase when I used to use prayer as an escape from the duties of a wife and a mother. That phase must have been rather tiresome for God. I would turn up to pray feeling all holy and excellent, and then I would just run the show and talk, talk, talk and wouldn’t let God get a word in edgeways! I couldn’t risk actually listening to God – He might tell me that the best place to find Him was in the pots and pans! 😉 – (Teresa of Avila).
And then there is the issue of suffering. “I promise I will believe in You God and I’ll never do anything wrong again – just as long as You don’t ask me to suffer in my life, ever. Well maybe a little bit but only as much as I say is ok…”
We all try to control God in our subtle little ways. It stems from our chronic lack of trust and chronic lack of humility problem. Yeah, that’s what was afflicting the Tower of Babel builders, and that’s what affects us today. And when we begin to rely on ourselves in this life we soon find that nothing makes sense – just like the Babel builders did.
But as we see from Pentecost, when we let go of ourselves and our own ideas in complete humility and trust, God can then come and fill that space with His Spirit, and all of a sudden everything makes sense – even the really crazy impossible paradoxical stuff like agape love. We must let go, and let God.
I’m still working on it… 😉
Fr James Martin SJ once again managed to deeply offend the Holy Spirit today by using the gender pronoun ‘her’.
I find it terribly sad that in these triumphant days of political correctness, diversity and gender neutrality, that a leader in ‘progressive’ Catholic theology such as Fr James Martin SJ could be quite so narrow minded and discriminatory.
Why does he feel the need to confine the Holy Spirit to a specific gender? By the fact that the Holy Spirit is referred to in the Old Testament using the Hebrew female noun ‘ruah‘ as well as the male noun ‘elohim‘ surely proves that the Holy Spirit is gender fluid? The greek word for the Holy Spirit ‘pneuma‘ is actually gender-neutral. Surely this is a much more progressive way of speaking about the Holy Spirit?
Perhaps Fr James Martin SJ would like to step out of his uber traditional constrictive gender mentality and stop offending the Trans and Non-Binary communities? I feel he would benefit from spending some time amongst these communities to see that a person can truly exist without the need for rigid gender classification.
I’m in no doubt that the Holy Spirit’s prefered pronoun would be ‘Ze’. When we talk about Zir in this way we offend no-one, and do not restrict Zir to any limits. We acknowledge the fluidity and creativeness Ze is capable of in Zir non-genitalic/genderless form.
Oh but wait just a second… “Gender ideology is demonic!” Pope Francis insists. He says that it militates against “the order of creation.” He sees it as so toxic, so destructive, that he has compared gender ideology to “the educational policies of Hitler.”
Ok sorry Fr James Martin SJ, I guess if you want to remain in good standing with the church you can’t use gender neutral pronouns after all. But I guess that also applies to the fact that you are still calling the Holy Spirit ‘her’ too.
Have you ever heard of a book called The Catechism of the Catholic Church? It’s really good!
Just then a lawyer stood up to test Jesus. “Teacher,” he said, “what must I do to inherit eternal life?”
He said to him, “What is written in the law? What do you read there?”
He answered, “You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart, and with all your soul, and with all your strength, and with all your mind; and your neighbor as yourself.”
And he said to him, “You have given the right answer; do this, and you will live.”
But wanting to justify himself, he asked Jesus, “And who is my neighbor?”
Jesus replied, “A man was going down from Jerusalem to Jericho, and fell into the hands of robbers, who stripped him, beat him, and went away, leaving him half dead.
Now by chance a priest was going down that road; and when he saw him, he passed by on the other side.
So likewise a Levite, when he came to the place and saw him, passed by on the other side.
But a Samaritan while traveling came near him; and when he saw him, he was moved with pity. He went to him and bandaged his wounds, having poured oil and wine on them. Then he put him on his own animal, brought him to an inn, and took care of him.
The next day he took out two denarii, gave them to the innkeeper, and said, ‘Take care of him; and when I come back, I will repay you whatever more you spend.’
Which of these three, do you think, was a neighbor to the man who fell into the hands of the robbers?”
He said, “The one who showed him mercy.”
Jesus said to him, “Go and do likewise.”
Pope Francis gave a catechises today on the good Samaritain that focuses on the moral lesson that we should find practical ways to love our neighbour during this year of mercy.
I felt Pope Francis was leaning the teaching towards meeting peoples material needs, which is a topic extremely close to his heart. And while this is an important moral lesson, it does slightly gloss over the fact that the original and contextual question to which Jesus was responding was from a lawyer asking: “What must I do to inherit eternal life?”
As every good Christian knows, no amount of practical good works will ever take away ones sin. And while there is nothing wrong with it, simply loving ones neighbour will not inherit you eternal life. The only way to inherit eternal life is to recognise and accept the free gift of mercy that is available to us from Christ’s sacrifice on the cross.
As with all Jesus’ parables, there was learning within learning. There were superficial lessons and much deeper lessons hidden within the deep imagery of the words.
St Augustine looks at the same parable allegorically:
“A certain man went down from Jerusalem to Jericho; Adam himself is meant; Jerusalem is the heavenly city of peace, from whose blessedness Adam fell; Jerichomeans the moon, and signifies our mortality, because it is born, waxes, wanes, an dies.
Thieves are the devil and his angels. Who stripped him, namely; of his immortality; and beat him, by persuading him to sin; and left him half-dead, because in so far as man can understand and know God, he lives, but in so far as he is wasted and oppressed by sin, he is dead; he is therefore called half-dead.
The priest and the Levite who saw him and passed by, signify the priesthood and ministry of the Old Testament which could profit nothing for salvation.
Samaritanmeans Guardian, and therefore the Lord Himself is signified by this name.
The binding of the wounds is the restraint of sin. Oil is the comfort of good hope; wine the exhortation to work with fervent spirit.
The beast is the flesh in which He deigned to come to us. The being set upon the beast is belief in the incarnation of Christ.
The inn is the Church, where travelers returning to their heavenly country are refreshed after pilgrimage. The morrow is after the resurrection of the Lord.
The two pence are either the two precepts of love, or the promise of this life and of that which is to come. The innkeeper is the Apostle (Paul).
The supererogatory payment is either his counsel of celibacy, or the fact that he worked with his own hands lest he should be a burden to any of the weaker brethren when the Gospel was new, though it was lawful for him “to live by the gospel”.”
I love this explanation of the parable because like everything Jesus did and said, it draws attention to who He was, and what He was here to do. With this we can see that the Good Samaritan holds a much deeper meaning than just the practical moral lesson of helping the needy.
Perhaps a good exercise is to read over the passage again, placing ourselves in the role of the man who was beaten – keeping Christ as the Samaritan character.
In this way we can see how Satan attacks us, and we become mortally wounded from our own sin.
No rules or regs are going to be able to save us. Only the love and mercy of Christ (as played by the Samaritan) can save us – when we can’t help ourselves. He will pay the price that we cannot pay. He will save us.
All we can really do in this life is to recognise our brokenness, weakness and sinful mortal wounds, and to reach up with all our strength and beg: “Help me!”
Personally I believe the parable of the Good Samaritan to be less of a feel good lesson in helping the poor, and more of a lesson in our radical spiritual poverty and God’s infinite generosity, which is what I feel the year of mercy should really be focusing on.