Carthage Must Be Destroyed

Alleluia. Salvation, glory, and power to our God: Alleluia. his judgments are honest and true. Alleluia. Alleluia. Alleluia. Sing praise to our God, all you his servants, Alleluia. all who worship him reverently, great and small. Alleluia. Alleluia. Alleluia. The Lord our all-powerful God is King; Alleluia. let us rejoice, sing praise, and give him glory. Alleluia. Alleluia. Alleluia. The wedding feast of the Lamb has begun, Alleluia. and his bride is prepared to welcome him. Alleluia. Alleluia. See Revelation 19 The beauty of the Gospel is fully alive in the saints. Today is the Solemnity of All Saints and also the third anniversary of the day that I decided to be Catholic. It was best decision I have ever made. There is nothing like going along for the ride on the Barque of St. Peter. One of my greatest joys these last three years has been getting to know the saints. I knew about some of them: those living in the apostolic age, of course, and saints like Augustine an

    "Tell me, my master, tell me, lord," I then began because I wanted to be certain of that belief which vanquishes all errors,     "did any ever go—by his own merit or others'—from this place toward blessedness?" And he, who understood my covert speech,     replied: "I was new-entered on this state when I beheld a Great Lord enter here; the crown he wore, a sign of victory.     He carried off the shade of our first father,  of his son Abel, and the shade of Noah, of Moses, the obedient legislator,     of father Abraham, David the king, of Israel, his father, and his sons, and Rachel, she for whom he worked so long,     and many others—He made them blessed; and I should have you know that, before them, there were no human souls that had been saved." —Virgil responds to Dante about the souls in the realm of the dead Divine Comedy, Inferno, Canto IV The Harrowing of Hell, as the ancient Christians call

Three years ago at this time, I was at one of the lowest points in my life. Everything that I thought was important was being stripped away. If real suffering is akin to pneumonia, mine was more of a sniffle, but at the time, it was real, and I was hurting. Fear over finances. Physical pain. Despair. Nothing was interesting. Everything tasted bland. C.S. Lewis in the Great Divorce  mentions the main character standing in a bus queue that is going nowhere and noticing that his surroundings were stuck in that moment after sunset when all the colors are flat and dim but not dark enough for the light coming from the inside of houses to look cozy and inviting. Everything is neutral and nothing is appealing. That's how I felt. I was going nowhere and the whole damn world was gray. At one point, in one of those raw moments of honesty, I gave God an ultimatum: "Either you show me what you want me to do, or you'll lose me. I'm hanging on by a thread here. I need someth

Upon the election of Pope Benedict XVI in 2005, Cardinal Francis George, who at the time was Archbishop of Chicago, was noted to have a serene and contemplative look on his face when the new pope and all the cardinals were standing around the Loggia of St. Peter's. When asked what he was thinking about at that time he said: "I was gazing over toward the Circus Maximus, toward the Palatine Hill where the Roman Emperors once resided and reigned and looked down upon the persecution of Christians, and I thought, 'Where are their successors? Where is the successor of Caesar Augustus? Where is the successor of Marcus Aurelius? And finally, who cares? But if you want to see the successor of Peter, he is right next to me, smiling and waving at the crowds.'" Today is the Feast of the Chair of St. Peter—the celebration of the office of the papacy. Pope Francis, who has so far captured the hearts of the world with his simplicity, humility and compassion, is the 265

Today is the Feast Day of St. Anthony the Great, or Anthony of the Desert, as he is sometimes called. Although he is not the first monk or aesthetic, his austere lifestyle and influence in gaining hundreds of followers and to forsake everything to devote their lives to prayer and alms giving won him the honor as the Father of Monasticism. From the Life of St. Anthony by St. Athanasius of Alexandria When Anthony was about eighteen or twenty years old, his parents died, leaving him with an only sister. He cared for her as she was very young, and also looked after their home. Not six months after his parents’ death, as he was on his way to church for his usual visit, he began to think of how the apostles had left everything and followed the Saviour, and also of those mentioned in the book of Acts who had sold their possessions and brought the apostles the money for distribution to the needy. He reflected too on the great hope stored up in heaven for such as these. This was