Peace Through a Mother

Is there anything more lovable than a newborn baby? That is what we will be celebrating on December 25th. God knew that, and desired we would love His Son when He sent Him down to mankind. Most mothers and fathers recall the birth of a child with great love and also forgetfulness of the discomfort of pregnancy, the pain of delivery, the sleepless nights and worry.

Certainly, Mary and Joseph experienced the same. Why is it that today although the baby can be viewed at various stages of development, still some choose to abort even up to delivery. It is nothing new in human history, which corroborates the fact when this becomes accepted and common in a nation, even and especially in a great one, that country will fall into ruin.

It happened in Mexico when babies and adults were sacrificed to their ‘gods’ in great numbers by the natives. You cannot sacrifice one human being for another. It is not your choice to do that. But this has been happening in these United States since 1973. under the guise of freedom, certainly not the freedom of the baby who is a completely different person than the mother with his own/her own DNA. .

I truly believe our country, as we know it, will not survive unless this is abolished. It won’t matter if inflation, hunger, poverty, etc cease, There will be no peace. As Mother Theresa stated : The greatest destroyer of peace is abortion, because if a mother can kill her own child, what is left for me to kill you and you to kill me, there is nothing in between. And we call that WAR.

But love came to Mexico through Our lady of Guadalupe and the miracle of the roses and her Image on the Tilma (cloak) of a poor native convert to Christianity. She is the patroness of the Americas : our life, our sweetness and our hope. She is our Mother of Mercy. Millions were converted in Mexico at her coming and we pray that will reoccur here in our beloved country. Merry Christmas!

When All Seems Lost

I’ve finished reading a book by Boris Pasternak titled Doctor Zhivago, not that easy to read and understand unless you have some knowledge of Russian history and an understanding of the multiple names the characters have; for instance the protagonist goes by Zhivago, as well as Yuri Andreievich and Yurochka. There is a list of the names of the various characters preceding Part One of the story but it is still confusing remembering who is who throughout the 500 page book.

The first thing that impressed me was the description throughout, and secondly, the hardship of the people, the divisiveness of the warring factions: the Whites, the Reds and the Partisans, the struggle for freedom and the desire for control of the opposing forces. I am not fond of most writing that uses a great deal of description but the author uses it so well to reveal feelings and landscape by this poetic and poignant means.

The story of human suffering, including hunger, lack of fuel and transportation, the beauty of the landscape and the ruination of a former once glorious, prosperous era is told through the eyes of a sincere man aware of his own personal guilt in loving two women and his ongoing desire to write about himself and his beloved country.

While reading this story, the fate of our own glorious country was undeniably brought to mind and the warnings of its founders ever before me. Founded on faith, may we keep both faith and freedom.

Reminds me of a warning issued by many before the winter of the pandemic that it would be a long, dark, cold winter ahead reminiscent of that in this book. And here we go again due to possible shortages of fuel, food and every other necessity..