We ask to eat bread and our father feeds us stones

"Break the teeth of them that hate thy Church!"

Lest you think that this writer is being uncharitable, or unkind or cruel, that prayer came from the Collect used in the Office and Mass for the Feast of St. Pius V, celebrated just a few days ago.

Without a doubt, millions of people in the world hate the Church. The Body of Christ has never before in human history, except for perhaps the first centuries under the Romans, been so "despised and rejected," just as its Founder and Our Lord was so ignominiously rejected by the His own Jewish people.

Yet nothing is worse than when the Holy Church is attacked by its own from within.

Our Lord Jesus is quote by St. Matthew in his Gospel 7:9 and he states: "Or what man is there among you, of whom if his son shall ask bread, will he reach him a stone." Yet, we find that stones are exactly what the bishops and shepherds of the Church of Christ, the so-called "spiritual fathers" of the sheep have in fact given us. 

In an interview on his new book, The Political Pope, George Neumayr tells Maike Hickson of OnePeterFive, that, "I belong to a generation of Catholics that asked for bread and only received stones."

Stones, that is what these generations have been given.

Francis continues on a daily basis to insult. His appointments to offices continue to scandalize with preposterous statements by those such as James Martin, S.J., (activist sodomites in heaven) or Cardinal Coccopalmerio (Leo XIII was wrong and Anglican Orders are valid), amongst others.

Truly, Rome has lost the faith. Indeed, the world is waking up to the reality that each one of us has been robbed and duped by those who were and are our spiritual fathers and that those in control of the Holy Bride of Christ now, are in reality, His enemies, and ours.

Two kind people have left messages in the combox in the post immediately below; one because of the nature of the posts lately, mostly psalms and commentary from the Office rather than mine on the state of things, and the other, because this is the first post in five days, probably the longest I have gone in years without writing.

At the beginning of Lent, I decided to take a little break from the day-to-day barrage of Bergoglianism. It was taking its toll on me. One morning, after a particularly difficult few days when the enemy had attempted to lay a snare for me, I read, with Fox, the Office. I had wondered how to respond? How to fight back against those who would do me ill? 

Then, it was as if I just needed to let the another speak for me; for that day, I found in the Office, this psalm which laid bare my testimony and my answer to those who would again try to see me silenced.

The Psalmist after whom I was named said it all:

For David Himself. 

Worry not friends, my tongue is not silenced. It is only being rested and honed for the greatest battle yet to come.