Over the transom from a longtime reader, this is a quote from Evelyn Waugh in his novelization of the life of St. Helena, the mother of Constantine, who went to Jerusalem, found the True Cross of Christ, and brought it and other relics of The Passion back to Rome. It is “Helena”, and NOT “Brideshead Revisited” that is Waugh’s masterpiece.

This beautiful passage applies perfectly to those people, both simple and grand, lettered and unlettered, who in these days of the Bergoglian Antipapacy and ascendancy of the Antichurch, are making “that tedious journey to the Truth.”

Let us pray that all of those people of good will who still labor and suffer under the misapprehension that Jorge Bergoglio is or ever was the Vicar of Christ have… an epiphany.

A blessed Epiphanytide to one and all.

Helena perhaps… apprehended that her fame, like theirs, would live in one historic act of devotion; that she too had emerged from a kind of ‘ουτοπία’ [Utopia] or nameless realm and would vanish like them in the sinking nursery fire-light among the picture-books and the day’s toys.

“Like me,” she said to the Magi, “you were late in coming. The shepherds were here long before; even the cattle. They had joined the chorus of angels before you were on your way. For you the primordial discipline of the heavens was relaxed and a new defiant light blazed among the disconcerted stars.

“How laboriously you came, taking sights and calculations, where the shepherds had run barefoot! How odd you looked on the road, attended by what outlandish liveries, laden with such strange gifts!

“You came at length to the final stage of your pilgrimage and the great star stood still above you. What did you do? You stopped to call on King Herod. Deadly exchange of compliments in which there began that unended war of mobs and magistrates against the innocent!

“Yet you came, and were not turned away. You too found room at the manger. Your gifts were not needed, but they were accepted and put carefully by, for they were brought with love. In that new order of charity that had just come to life there was room for you too.

“You are my especial patrons,” said Helena, “and patrons of all late-comers, of all who have had a tedious journey to make to the truth, of all who are confused with knowledge and speculation, of all who through politeness make themselves partners in guilt, of all who stand in danger by reason of their talents.

“Dear cousins, pray for me,” said Helena, and “for His sake who did not reject your curious gifts, pray always for the learned, the oblique, the delicate. Let them not be quite forgotten at the Throne of God when the simple come into their kingdom.”

After I posted the explanation of the actual meaning of the lyrics of “God Rest (Make) Ye Merry (Mighty), Gentlemen” last year, a reader emailed to point out the etymology of the word “comfort”, as in “tidings of comfort and joy”…

Com: with

Fort: strength

Here is the medley of God Make Ye Mighty, Gentlemen with We Three Kings.

Tidings of Strength and Joy, Mighty Men, on this Great Feast of the Manifestation of Our Lord: King and God and Sacrifice!

Here at The Barnhardt Blog and Podcast, we’re all about the diversity: the true diversity that comes from simply saying that which is true. It’s universally attractive to morally sane people of good will.

Below is a letter over the transom from a lady who made a bumper sticker for her car that references me. I think the bumper sticker analogy is probably quite theologically flawed. What do you think? I think a much better formulation could be thought up. Although I frequently feel like saying to people, “When possible, make a u-turn…. Please make a u-turn…. MAKE A U-TURN.”

Ann,

As I’m driving and running errands, I find myself at a red light. Then I hear this incessant honking. I’m like,”who is honking?!” A delivery driver for OnTrac rolls down his window and says, “Man! I love your bumper sticker! That girl…that girl right there knows what’s up.” I said thank you and he continues, “she’s tough man but you have to be! God Bless!” Then the light turns green. I thought this was a great example of not judging a book by its cover. He was a black man about 35 with a gold front tooth.

He has good taste in bumper stickers and apparently blogs/podcasts. 🙂

Lady in Arizona

I think this is a better formulation for a bumper sticker:

Heaven is my Destination,

Christ is my Pilot,

Our Lady is the Co-Pilot,

and Ann Barnhardt is my Stewardess!

Welcome to Good Shepherd Airlines! Please enjoy this piping hot cup of Logic along with a complimentary bag of tasty assorted Canons harvested from the Code of Canon Law. The Law of Non-contradiction must be observed at all times. Freemasonry is strictly prohibited, including in the lavatories, and will be prosecuted. In case of an Antipapacy, please assist in securing the cabin. Do not open the hatch and jump out of the aircraft.

TWO, TWO, TWO appearances in one blogpost:

First up, Rules for Retrogrades:

Next up, Station of the Cross Catholic Radio with Joe McClane, beginning at the 37:37 timestamp:

EIGHT DAYS.  It took Him EIGHT DAYS from His birth to shed His Blood for us, and He shed His Blood in testimony to the Law, which is derivative of Himself.

And those few drops of His Blood shed at His Circumcision WERE ENOUGH. Every drop of the God-Man’s Most Precious Blood is in itself an infinity of Mercy. But He went thirty-three years further and all the way to the Pillar and to Calvary.  Why? Love. Love of US. Love of YOU, specifically, personally and individually. Pure, infinite gratuitous LOVE.

Circumcision of The Lord (detail), Guido Reni, ARSH 1635, Siena

Ponder this, and then ask yourself these questions:

Would Jesus abandon His Church, EVER? No.

Is there hope, or is hope just a lie, a mere platitude for the immature and/or uneducated peasants who simply can’t come to grips with the futility and hopelessness of it all? Of course there is hope.  The second of the three theological virtues, which is also the Fruit of the Second Glorious Mystery of the Rosary (the Ascension) can never be a lie, and to say that it is a lie is blasphemy of the highest order.

Is God Almighty hamstrung and defeated by a bunch of reprobate sex perverts and Freemasons?  If you think He is, then you don’t know Him very well, if at all.

If God Himself submitted to the Law, does it make sense to say that His Vicar could completely upend Canon Law and only “partially resign”, thus making the Law Itself a violation of the Law of Non-contradiction, that is, both an extant thing and a non-extant thing?  Are Canons 188 and 332.2 both Law and NOT Law? Is the entire Code of Canon Law, the Divine Law and the Natural Law both REAL and NOT REAL?  Is chaos the Divine Will?  If you think that it is, might I recommend that you visit your local mosque.  They worship an irrational faux-deity that is pure will, mutable (changeable), capricious, contemptuous and deceitful.

Is Jesus a jerk who is Himself trying to “give us all the shake” and trick us into apostasizing and entering an Anti-church and going to hell, or is His Church and its visible head… VISIBLE? Extremely, stunningly, shockingly VISIBLE? Terribly VISIBLE, like an… eclipse.

He was VISIBLE in life, VISIBLE in death, and now the absence, the vacancy, is so clearly VISIBLE.

Ponder these things today, on the Feast of the Circumcision.

Happy New Year to one and all.

Pray.

Go to confession.

Pray.

One year ago this morning the one and only living Vicar of Christ on Earth (whether he liked it or not) died of renal failure. Isn’t it interesting that Antipope Bergoglio mashed the throttle – attempting to suppress the Mass in the Venerable and August Rite of Gregory the Great, the attempt at Sodo-blessings – once the Pope was dead. It’s almost like the Pope was a RESTRAINER. You know, like the RESTRAINER in 2 Thessalonians 2. Hmmmmmmm…. 🤔

Here’s a picture of the absolutely Luciferian treatment of Pope Benedict’s corpse, being loaded into the back of a beat-up grey cargo van. But the thing that really jumped out at me about this picture when I saw it this morning was THE DOME. My lands. I’ve seen pictures of the dome of St. Peter’s taken within the past week, and folks, it’s black. The fact that the dome is oxidizing is not in and of itself any kind of miracle, BUT the fact that it turned black so rapidly after Pope Benedict died. It … gives one pause:

And now from Dr. Mazza, apropos of yesterday’s time capsule post about Antipope Bergoglio beating that Chinese lady in St. Peter’s Square.

Dr. Mazza:

And as for Bergoglio beating the Chinese lady, when you watch the longer version of the video it becomes clear he stopped shaking hands to deliberately avoid HER. I say because she was Chinese and he was afraid to get Covid (running rampant in China exactly 4 years ago).

August 8, 2019 La Stampa interview: “What do you fear most for our planet?” Bergoglio: “The disappearance of biodiversity. New lethal diseases. A drift and devestation of nature that can lead to the death of humanity.”

Yup. Antipope Bergoglio was almost certainly informed and enjoined as an integral cooperator in the CoronaScam by his WEF NWO Freemasonic Luciferian buddies.

Introit

Wisdom 18:14 – 15.

When a profound stillness compassed everything and the night in its swift course was half spent, Your all-powerful Word, O Lord, bounded from heaven’s royal throne.

Ps 92:1

The Lord is King, in splendor robed; robed is the Lord and girt about with strength.

V. Glory be to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Ghost.

R. As it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be, world without end. Amen.

When a profound stillness compassed everything and the night in its swift course was half spent, Your all-powerful Word, O Lord, bounded from heaven’s royal throne.

Nativity (detail), Giotto, Scrovegni Chapel, Padua, ARSH 1305.

(Man, the hindsight creepiness is off the charts. I’ve left the post totally unaltered. NEVER FORGET. -AB ’23)

Folks, ARSH 2020, “The Year in Which Everything Is Seen Clearly” is almost here, but here’s a little preview.  Antipope Bergoglio’s mask is slipping.  BIG TIME.

THIS is the real Jorge Mario Bergoglio.

Behold: THE CARESS OF FREEMASONIC TENDERNESS.

Beating Chinese Catholics – now in person!

Any Chinese readers? What is she saying? Is she asking for help in Mardarin or Cantonese??

Sabemos quién y qué eres, y NO lo eres, Jorge. ¿O debería decir “Abu”?

This evening after visiting the Nativity scene in St. Peter’s Square, Pope Francis loses his cool after being grabbed by a pilgrim who wouldn’t let go of his hand. The Pope repeated slapped her hand and told her to let go of him. pic.twitter.com/6Qrgh8aZKz

— Catholic Sat (@CatholicSat) December 31, 2019