Catholics who care about the unraveling of the fraud that is the counterfeit church of conciliarism just do not appear to have the luxury of praying, attending to the duties of their state-in-life, eating or even sleeping, no less have a few nagging health problems, if they want to keep up with the demonic flurry of words that pour forth out of the mouth of the most wretched of demons alive today, Jorge Mario Bergoglio.
Thus it is that a follow-up to yesterday’s original article must wait to comment on the following brazen celebration of heresy by Bergoglio the Heretic in a videotaped presentation to a "Christian unity" jamboree in Phoenix, Arizona, on Saturday, May 23, 2015, the Vigil of Pentecost:
Brothers and sisters, may the peace of Christ be with you.
Forgive me if I speak in Spanish, but my English isn’t good enough for me to express myself properly. I speak in Spanish but, above all, I speak in the language of the heart.
I have the invitation you sent me for this celebration of Christian Unity, this day of reconciliation. And I wish to join you from here. “Father, may we be one so that the world may believe you sent me”. This is the slogan, the theme of the meeting: Christ’s prayer to the Father for the grace of unity.
Today, Saturday May 23rd, from 9 in the morning until 5 in the afternoon, I will be with you spiritually and with all my heart. We will search together, we will pray together, for the grace of unity. The unity that is budding among us is that unity which begins under the seal of the one Baptism we have all received. It is the unity we are seeking along a common path. It is the spiritual unity of prayer for one another. It is the unity of our common labour on behalf of our brothers and sisters, and all those who believe in the sovereignty of Christ.
Dear brothers and sisters, division is a wound in the body of the Church of Christ. And we do not want this wound to remain open. Division is the work of the Father of Lies, the Father of Discord, who does everything possible to keep us divided.
Together today, I here in Rome and you over there, we will ask our Father to send the Spirit of Jesus, the Holy Spirit, and to give us the grace to be one, “so that the world may believe”. I feel like saying something that may sound controversial, or even heretical, perhaps. But there is someone who “knows” that, despite our differences, we are one. It is he who is persecuting us. It is he who is persecuting Christians today, he who is anointing us with (the blood of) martyrdom. He knows that Christians are disciples of Christ: that they are one, that they are brothers! He doesn’t care if they are Evangelicals, or Orthodox, Lutherans, Catholics or Apostolic…he doesn’t care! They are Christians. And that blood (of martyrdom) unites. Today, dear brothers and sisters, we are living an “ecumenism of blood”. This must encourage us to do what we are doing today: to pray, to dialogue together, to shorten the distance between us, to strengthen our bonds of brotherhood.
I am convinced it won’t be theologians who bring about unity among us. Theologians help us, the science of the theologians will assist us, but if we hope that theologians will agree with one another, we will reach unity the day after Judgement Day. The Holy Spirit brings about unity. Theologians are helpful, but most helpful is the goodwill of us all who are on this journey with our hearts open to the Holy Spirit!
In all humility, I join you as just another participant on this day of prayer, friendship, closeness and reflection. In the certainty that we have one Lord: Jesus is the Lord. In the certainty that this Lord is alive: Jesus is alive, the Lord lives in each one of us. In the certainty that He has sent the Spirit He promised us so that this “harmony” among all His disciples might be realised.
Dear brothers and sisters, I greet you warmly, with an embrace. I pray for you. I pray with you.
And I ask you, please, to pray for me. Because I need your prayers in order to be faithful to what the Lord wants from my Ministry.
God bless you. May God bless us all. (Jorge Openly Boasts of His Heresy.)
Behold a man who boast of speaking heresy. Those looking for “proof” of pertinacious heresy have been given it by Jorge Mario Bergoglio himself, a man who cares not one whit for Catholic doctrine. His is a religion of sentiment and emotionalism, a mere projection of whatever “random” thoughts” come into his head as he speaks from a heart blackened with the stain of the endless delights that he has taken throughout the course of his career as a lay Jesuit to “make a mess” as an ecclesiastical, theological, liturgical, pastoral and moral revolutionary.
The devil cares very much that there is one true Church, the Catholic Church, which is why he uses one of his most wretched demons, Jorge Mario Bergoglio, to make it appear that all Christians are “united” no matter what “silly” doctrines divide them. The devil chooses his minions well, and Jorge Mario Bergoglio does his bidding with great delight and insufferable pride. The devil is proud in his conceits. So is Jorge Mario Bergoglio.
First, Jorge’s constant insistence that Christians are “united” despite doctrinal “differences” is an open, blatant contradiction of the teaching of the Catholic Church.
Conscious that there are a few new readers now and again, permit to introduce to you (my apologies to Boris Badenov) the following proof of these contradictions:
It is for this reason that so many who do not share 'the communion and the truth of the Catholic Church' must make use of the occasion of the Council, by the means of the Catholic Church, which received in Her bosom their ancestors, proposes [further] demonstration of profound unity and of firm vital force; hear the requirements [demands] of her heart, they must engage themselves to leave this state that does not guarantee for them the security of salvation. She does not hesitate to raise to the Lord of mercy most fervent prayers to tear down of the walls of division, to dissipate the haze of errors, and lead them back within holy Mother Church, where their Ancestors found salutary pastures of life; where, in an exclusive way, is conserved and transmitted whole the doctrine of Jesus Christ and wherein is dispensed the mysteries of heavenly grace.
It is therefore by force of the right of Our supreme Apostolic ministry, entrusted to us by the same Christ the Lord, which, having to carry out with [supreme] participation all the duties of the good Shepherd and to follow and embrace with paternal love all the men of the world, we send this Letter of Ours to all the Christians from whom We are separated, with which we exhort them warmly and beseech them with insistence to hasten to return to the one fold of Christ; we desire in fact from the depths of the heart their salvation in Christ Jesus, and we fear having to render an account one day to Him, Our Judge, if, through some possibility, we have not pointed out and prepared the way for them to attain eternal salvation. In all Our prayers and supplications, with thankfulness, day and night we never omit to ask for them, with humble insistence, from the eternal Shepherd of souls the abundance of goods and heavenly graces. And since, if also, we fulfill in the earth the office of vicar, with all our heart we await with open arms the return of the wayward sons to the Catholic Church, in order to receive them with infinite fondness into the house of the Heavenly Father and to enrich them with its inexhaustible treasures. By our greatest wish for the return to the truth and the communion with the Catholic Church, upon which depends not only the salvation of all of them, but above all also of the whole Christian society: the entire world in fact cannot enjoy true peace if it is not of one fold and one shepherd. (Pope Pius IX, Iam Vos Omnes, September 13, 1868.)
Weigh carefully in your minds and before God the nature of Our request. It is not for any human motive, but impelled by Divine Charity and a desire for the salvation of all, that We advise the reconciliation and union with the Church of Rome; and We mean a perfect and complete union, such as could not subsist in any way if nothing else was brought about but a certain kind of agreement in the Tenets of Belief and an intercourse of Fraternal love. The True Union between Christians is that which Jesus Christ, the Author of the Church, instituted and desired, and which consists in a Unity of Faith and Unity of Government. (Pope Leo XIII, referring to the Orthodox in Praeclara Gratulationis Publicae, June 20, 1884.)
Let, therefore, the separated children draw nigh to the Apostolic See, set up in the City which Peter and Paul, the Princes of the Apostles, consecrated by their blood; to that See, We repeat, which is "the root and womb whence the Church of God springs," not with the intention and the hope that "the Church of the living God, the pillar and ground of the truth" will cast aside the integrity of the faith and tolerate their errors, but, on the contrary, that they themselves submit to its teaching and government. Would that it were Our happy lot to do that which so many of Our predecessors could not, to embrace with fatherly affection those children, whose unhappy separation from Us We now bewail. Would that God our Savior, "Who will have all men to be saved and to come to the knowledge of the truth," would hear us when We humbly beg that He would deign to recall all who stray to the unity of the Church! In this most important undertaking We ask and wish that others should ask the prayers of Blessed Mary the Virgin, Mother of divine grace, victorious over all heresies and Help of Christians, that She may implore for Us the speedy coming of the much hoped-for day, when all men shall hear the voice of Her divine Son, and shall be "careful to keep the unity of the Spirit in the bond of peace." (Pope Pius XI, Mortalium Animos, January 6, 1928.)
Actually only those are to be included as members of the Church who have been baptized and profess the true faith, and who have not been so unfortunate as to separate themselves from the unity of the Body, or been excluded by legitimate authority for grave faults committed. "For in one spirit" says the Apostle, "were we all baptized into one Body, whether Jews or Gentiles, whether bond or free." As therefore in the true Christian community there is only one Body, one Spirit, one Lord, and one Baptism, so there can be only one faith. And therefore, if a man refuse to hear the Church, let him be considered - so the Lord commands - as a heathen and a publican. It follows that those who are divided in faith or government cannot be living in the unity of such a Body, nor can they be living the life of its one Divine Spirit. (Pope Pius XII, Mystici Corporis, June 29, 1943.)
The devil himself has told us that he, not God, is the author of Protestant liturgical rites and prayers:
It is indeed a remarkable fact that, as the devil made use of Luther, an apostate monk, to abolish the Mass and deny the Real Presence; in like manner, God made use of His arch-enemy, the devil, to prove the Real Presence. He repeatedly forced him publicly to profess his firm belief in it, to confound the heretics for their disbelief, and acknowledge himself vanquished by Our Lord in the Blessed Sacrament. For this purpose, God allowed a certain Mme. Nicola Aubrey, an innocent person, to become possessed by Beelzebub and twenty-nine other evil spirits. The possession took place on the eighth of November, 1565, and lasted until the eighth of February, 1566.
Her parents took her to Father de Motta, a pious priest of Vervins, in order that he might expel the demon by exorcisms of the Church. Father de Motta tried several times to expel the evil spirit by applying the sacred relics of the holy cross, but he could not succeed; Satan would not depart. At last, inspired by the Holy Ghost, he resolved to expel the devil by means of the sacrament of Our Lord's Body and Blood. Whilst Nicola was lying in a state of unnatural lethargy, Father de Motta placed the Blessed Sacrament upon her lips, and instantly the infernal spell was broken; Nicola was restored to consciousness, and received Holy Communion with every mark of devotion. As soon as Nicola had received the sacred Body of Our Lord, her face became bright and beautiful as the face of an angel, and all who saw her were filled with joy and wonder, and they blessed God from their inmost hearts. With the permission of God, Satan returned and again took possession of Nicola.
As the strange circumstances of Nicola's possession became known everywhere, several Calvinist preachers came with their followers, to "expose this popish cheat," as they said. On their entrance, the devil saluted them mockingly, called them by name, and told them that they had come in obedience to him. One of the preachers took his Protestant prayer book, and began to read it with a very solemn face. The devil laughed at him, and putting on a most comical look, he said: "Ho! Ho! My good friend; do you intend to expel me with your prayers and hymns? Do you think that they will cause me any pain? Don't you know that they are mine? I helped to compose them!"
"I will expel thee in the name of God," said the preacher, solemnly.
"You!" said the devil mockingly. "You will not expel me either in the name of God, or in the name of the devil. Did you ever hear of one devil driving out another?"
"I am not a devil," said the preacher, angrily, "I am a servant of Christ."
"A servant of Christ, indeed!" said Satan, with a sneer. "What! I tell you, you are worse than I am. I believe, and you do not want to believe. Do you suppose that you can expel me from the body of this miserable wretch? Ha! Go first and expel all the devils that are in your own heart!"
The preacher took his leave, somewhat discomfited. On going away, he said, turning up the whites of his eyes, "O Lord, I pray thee, assist this poor creature!"
"And I pray Lucifer," cried the evil spirit, "that he may never leave you, but may always keep you firmly in his power, as he does now. Go about your business, now. You are all mine, and I am your master."
On the arrival of the priest, several of the Protestants went away -- they had seen and heard more than they wanted. Others, however, remained; and great was their terror when they saw how the devil writhed and howled in agony, as soon as the Blessed Sacrament was brought near him. At last the evil spirit departed, leaving Nicola in a state of unnatural trance. While she was in this state, several of the preachers tried to open her eyes, but they found it impossible to do so. The priest then placed the Blessed Sacrament on Nicola's lips, and instantly she was restored to consciousness. Rev. Father de Motta then turned to the astonished preachers, and said: "Go now, ye preachers of the new Gospel; go and relate everywhere what you have seen and heard. Do not deny any longer that Our Lord Jesus Christ is really and truly present in the Blessed Sacrament of the altar. Go now, and let not human respect hinder you from confessing the truth." (Father Michael Muller, C.SS.R., Exorcism of Nicola Aubrey.)
Our Lady herself has demonstrated her displeasure with the protesters who compose the ranks of the false sects of Protestantism:
Heaven was watching over Pierre and after seven years, on March 25, 1656, Our Lady appeared to him. On that day, Pierre was working in the field and saw a Lady standing far away on a little hill. The Lady wore a white dress, a blue mantle and had a black veil over her head, which partly covered her face. As the Lady came toward Pierre, she suddenly picked up speed and in a flash, she stood beside him. With her beautiful, sweet voice, the Lady spoke to Pierre, "God be with you my friend!"
For a moment, Pierre stood in amazement. The Lady spoke again, "What is being said about this devotion? Do many people come?"
Pierre replied, "Yes many people come."
Then the Lady said, "Where does that heretic live who cut the willow tree? Does he not want to be converted?"
Pierre mumbled an answer.
The Lady became more serious, "Do you think that I do not know that you are the heretic? Realize that your end is at hand. If you do not return to the True Faith, you will be cast into Hell! But if you change your beliefs, I shall protect you before God. Tell people to pray that they may gain the good graces which, God in His mercy has offered to them." (See: If You Do Not Return to the True Faith, You Will Be Cast Into Hell!)
Jorge Mario Bergolgio's belief in God and His Divine Revelation is not shaped by the Catholic Faith. It is shaped by the devil himself, the Master of Lies and the Prince of Darkness. Bergoglio goes forth and does the work of Antichrist every day, and it is the work of Antichrist to gather all false religions under the One World Ecumenical Church.
Those who believe that the counterfeit church of concilairism and the magisterium of the conciliar “popes” represent nothing other than a “legitimate development of doctrine” are either badly deceived or permitting themselves to engage in rank intellectual dishonesty. No development of doctrine can contradict anything that has preceded it.
Does anyone want to insist that what Jorge Mario Bergoglio said on May 23, 2015, the Vigil of Pentecost, represents a “legitimate development of doctrine”?
How can Bergoglio’s slogan of “ecumenism of blood,” which he also calls “the ecumenism of martyrdom,” be reconciled with the refusal of millions upon millions of Catholic martyrs to given even the appearance of accepting false religions as valid, no less of being “united” with their false doctrines, false ecclesiastical structures and sacramentally barren liturgical rites?
How can Bergoglio’s religion of shopworn revolutionary clichés and slogans be reconciled, for example, with the witness of the Catholic Martyrs of England and Ireland?
Dom Bede Camm, O.S.B., used a series of sermons on May 28, 1901, in York, England, and at Tyburn, England, from May 1, 1904, to May 4, 1904, to sketched the glory of the Catholic martyrs who gave up their lives rather than to give even the appearance of apostatizing to a “religion” manufactured by a venal, vulgar lecherous lout, Henry VIII, who turned on the Church whose doctrines he once knew so very well and sought to defend in writing with his very able, if not gifted, mind.
Here is Dom Bede Camm’s summary of the glories of the martyrs of York during the Protestant Revolution in England:
“Introeat in conspectu tuo gemitus compeditorum: secundium agnitudinem brachii Tui posside filios mortificatorum – Let the sighing of the prisoners come in before thee: according to the greatness of thine arm take possession of the children of them that have been put to death.” – Ps. 76:11
You are, all of you, acquainted with the story of the Maccabees. It was an awful crisis in the history of God's chosen people: the most terrible crisis that they yet had known. The pagan tyrant who subjugated and ravaged their country had determined to make conquest not only of their bodies but of their souls.
The choice of apostasy or death was offered to the hapless Jews; the swine's flesh was thrust into the reluctant lips of thousands; they were forced to crown themselves with ivy in honor of Bacchus, and to turn from the pure worship of the one true God to the foul and impious rites of Jupiter and Venus. Worse than all, the most holy temple of God was shamelessly and horribly polluted, its sacred courts rang with licentious revelry and hogs were sacrificed on the very altar.
Yet in this time of darkness and horror there were some bright spots to relieve the universal gloom. There were the brave men who fled to the mountains with the noble Judas Maccabeus and prepared to sell their lives dearly in defense of the faith, there was the holy old priest Eleazar, who so steadfastly refused even to simulate apostasy for the sake of the young men who looked up to him as a counselor and an example; there was, above all, that heroic mother with her seven martyr sons.
Now, during the sixteenth century after Christ, this England of ours went through a crisis not less terrible and strangely parallel with that of Judea in the time of Antiochus Epiphanes. True, it was no foreign pagan who gained possession of our shores, but what alien conqueror could have worked such universal devastation, such irreparable wrong to this poor land as the Christian prince, once the support and pillar of the Church, the champion of orthodoxy, the defender of the faith, Henry VIII, with his ill-omened offspring, Edward and Elizabeth.
Had you passed through the land at the beginning of his reign, what would you have seen from one end of the kingdom to the other, from holy Canterbury to lordly Durham? You would have seen splendid abbeys, churches, monasteries and shrines innumerable, from which the incense of prayer and supplication was wafted ceaselessly up to the throne of the Most High; in which the sacred offices of the Church were ever daily celebrated with a magnificence of detail and a pomp of ceremonial unsurpassed before or since in the history of the Church.
You might have passed from the glorious golden shrine of St. Thomas of Canterbury to the equally splendid tomb of the royal Confessor [Edward] in his abbey at Westminster; and from thence to where St. Alban, the protomartyr, rested in sacred splendor on the hill of Verulam; or where the virgin Queen Etheldreda or the royal martyr Edmund cast a heavenly blessing over the fens of Cambridgeshire and the plains of East Anglia. But nowhere surely were shrines more stately or holy places more abundant than amid the hills and dales of this fair shire [York], never a city more sacred than this ancient and venerable metropolis, in whose defense St. Edwin shed his blood, and within whose circling walls St. William, as St. Paulinus and St. Wilfrid before him, set up his pastoral throne. And if I do not speak of Beverley and Ripon, of Selby and Fountains, of Rievauix and Bolton, and a hundred more, it is because their very stones cry out – each an undying witness, like that mighty Minster under whose shadow we are gathered – of the faith and hope and charity of Yorkshiremen, their love for holy Church and their devotion to the See of Peter.
So it was in England, in Yorkshire, when Henry Tudor mounted his father's throne; and so it might yet be had it not been for the unbridled passions of that unhappy prince. Like a bolt from the blue, upon all this prosperity and peace and splendor, came the fatal news of the king's apostasy, and the summons to follow and imitate him in his downward career. And those who bore the first brunt of the storm were those ancient houses of religion which the piety of our fathers had founded – the patrimony of St. Benedict, of St. Bernard, of St. Dominic and St. Francis. The greedy king, whose rapacity could not have been sated by rivers of gold, seized on these venerable shrines. One by one they fell, pillaged and stripped and destroyed piecemeal. Worse still, the relics of God's saints were scattered to the dust, and few were so happy as were St. William of York and St. John of Beverley, whose sacred dust was spared, while their rich shrines became the prey of the spoiler. Everywhere ruin and desolation, famine and pestilence, stalked through the land; the poor nuns lay down to die of hunger by the roadside; the monks were thrown into dungeons or exiled into foreign lands.
Nor was this the worst. Prelates, priests and people in large numbers were terrified or cajoled into submitting to the new religion, and worshiping the golden idol of the royal supremacy. It was a national apostasy.
But amid all this gloom, England had yet her Maccabees – that noble Pilgrimage of Grace, with its heroic leader, Robert Aske, or Yorkshire, who rose here in the North Country in defense of the monasteries and the religion of their fathers. “For God, our Lady and the Catholic faith,” their watchword, and the Five Wounds of our dear Lord their badge, they entered the city, and fixed a proclamation on the Minister door, inviting the ejected religious to return to their monasteries, and demanding the extirpation of heresy, and the restoration of the ancient supremacy of the Apostolic See. Unhappily they had to contend against a foe as crafty as he was bloodthirsty – they trusted to the delusive promises of the king and disbanded, only to find themselves at the mercy of one who knew no mercy. And so through the streets of York, Robert Aske, the Judas Machabeus of England, was drawn as a traitor upon a hurdle, the first of the long line of sufferers who were to glorify this city by their blood.
England had, too, her Eleazar (and we Yorkshiremen, may well be proud of him), a worthy representative indeed of the holy Jewish scribe, Blessed John Fisher, born in Beverley, as we love to remember, Cardinal of the holy Roman Church and Bishop of Rochester. He like his protomartyr, stood up almost alone against the impious king, and won in his old age a martyr's crown, “leaving to the whole nation the memory of his death for an example of virtue and fortitude.”
Yes, and England, too, saw the wonderful sight of a mother offering with gladness and thankful joy not alone her seven sons, but seven time seven to death and torments in the cause of God.
Yes, it is thou, O holy Church of York, bride of St. William, and faithful daughter of the Apostolic See, who in the days of darkness and sorrow didst rear thy sons for martyrdom, and didst behold, without flinching, no less that nine and forty of thy sons butchered before thine eyes. Thou art robed in the imperial purple of their sacred blood; more glorious now in thy desolation than in the days of old, when kings were thy nursing fathers, and queens thy nursing mothers. God forbid that we, thy sons, should glory save in the cross of our Lord Jesus Christ!
We will glory in the sufferings and the constancy of our brethren, who in the evil day did not bow the knee to Baal; we will glory above all in those seven times seven sons of thy womb who counted not the cost but were glad to resist even unto blood!
They, by their fidelity, by their constancy in suffering, consoled the Sacred Heart of their Lord, for, as we are constantly reminded in Pascal-tide, in servis suis consolabitur Deus. (God shall find His consolation in His servants.) That was all the reward they asked, that they might give back love for love, and life for life; but God who is never to be outdone in generosity, gave them in recompense as eternal crown, and exceeding wight of glory.
It is impossible in the brief time at our disposal to speak in detail of these glorious martyrs but hear with me if I try to put before you very briefly, scenes from the lives of one or the other of them, so that you may at least desire to know more of them, and knowing them better, to walk more faithfully in their steps.
They were not all priests; there were indeed many laymen among that glorious band, gentlemen of high degree, and sturdy yeomen from the dales, besides one saintly woman, that fair and sturdy gently matron, whom men call the “Pearl of York.” (Margaret of Clitheroe) Indeed, it was no uncommon sight to see handing together on the sacred gibbet at Knavesmire the seminary priest who had taken his life in his hands to bring to his beloved country the message of the gospel and the healing strength of the sacraments, and beside him the humble laymen, who had received him as a angel of God, had taken him into his house and sheltered and relieved him, and has thus, like Alban of old, received to reward of his hospitality.
The majority, perhaps, of these martyrs, and it is an encouragement for us Ransomers to remember that fact today, were converts to the Catholic faith. And truly wonderful are the stories of some of those conversions. There, for instance, was Henry Walpole, who as a young man and a Protestant, stood at Tyburn among a crowd of curious spectators to see the martyrdom of Blessed Edmund Campion and his companions. And as he pressed near the scaffold, one drop of the martyr's blood darted forth from his quivering heart and fell on him. And the contact of that sacred blood transformed him in an instant, and won for him the grace of conversion to the true faith – yes, and of vocation to the Society of Jesus. And so, after labors, manifold and torments unsurpassed (we read that he was racked full fourteen times), Henry Walpole is in his turn drawn to our Tyburn at York, there to receive the reward of his fidelity to grace.
Or take another example. It is a young Yorkshireman, rich and worldly, who is on his travels in foreign parts. He comes to Douay, where the famous Dr. Allen, afterwards Cardinal, has lately founded the celebrated English College. The young man, who is a bigoted Protestant, calls upon Allen, in order to convert him from his Romish errors to the new gospel. He is courteously received, and many an argument takes place between them; until at last the youth is put to silence and confusion. But he will not yield; on the contrary, if he cannot defend his faith in words, he is willing to fight for it, and he announces to Dr. Allen that he is going to join the Protestants, who are in revolt in the Netherlands against the King of Spain. The good doctor, seeing that argument is useless, tells him that he will betake himself to prayer; and all that night he spends in fervent supplication for this strayed sheep of our Lord's fold. And lo! In the morning William Andleby comes back and throwing himself at Dr. Allen's feet, begs him in floods of tears to receive him into God's Church; for prayer had been heard, as faithful fervent prayer is ever heard, and grace has made its conquest of that noble, wayward heart. And in his turn William Andleby becomes a fervent priest, a self sacrificing missionary and after nearly twenty years spent in his own dear Yorkshire, amid unwearied labors and perpetual dangers, laid down at last his life for Christ at yonder Tyburn, and went to receive his crown.
But let us turn to the protomartyrs of our church of York, the eldest sons of this mother of martyrs, the Carthusians, Blessed James Walworth and John Rochester. Let us see how these holy monks prepared for death. When the apostate king demanded of the brethren of the London Charterhouse the oath which acknowledged him, in the place of Peter, to be supreme Head of the Church in England, the prior Blessed John Houghton called his brethren together in the Chapter, and bade them prepare to die. And after they had cleansed their souls in the sacrament of penance, these heroic men calmly prepared for their doom, not less beautiful in the resolution, says Froude, “not deserving the everlasting remembrance of mankind than those 300 who, in the summer morning, sat combing their yellow hair in the passes of Thermopylae. Not in this hour of trial were they left without higher comfort.
They met on the morrow in the Chapter House and after their holy prior had addressed to them a most moving exhortation, he prayed them to do as they saw him do. And then he went and knelt down before the feet of each of his sons, and humbly begged his forgiveness for any offense in thought, word, or deed, which he might have committed against him. And so they all did each in his turn, craving mutual forgiveness with tears. And then in the church they sang a solemn votive Mass of the Holy Ghost. And we are told by one who was them present that during the Holy Sacrifice, God, the almighty and merciful, deigned to work wondrous and ineffable signs. For when the most Sacred Host was lifted up there thrilled though the choir a soft whisper of heavenly music, lighter than air, which filled their hearts with peace and consolation. The prior sank down at the altar bathed in tears, and the brethren knelt in a rapture of silent prayer, for they perceived with joy that God was indeed with them. It is well that today, in this octave of Pentecost, we should recall that wondrous Mass of the Holy Ghost when the great Paraclete, the Comforter, deigned thus tenderly to soothe the fears of the protomartyrs of the Reformation, and to nerve them for the conflict before them. Eighteen of them are now numbered among the blessed, and two of those gained their crowns at York.
Here, after innumerable hardships, they were hanged in chains, and their sacred bodies long remained on the gallows, a sight terrible indeed to men, but unspeakably dear to the angels of God.
Nor did our martyrs shrink from the conflict. Witness that aged man who, arrested by a foul traitor near Thirsk, was carried off to York. Burdened by the weight of 87 years and cruel infirmities he could not sit upon horseback, and his captor was obliged to fling him across the animal's back. Thus they journeyed. By easy stages, etc., he brought him to York, where their passage through the streets was long remembered and spoken of by the other inhabitants with indignation and horror. When at last they reached the castle, the traitor, having delivered up his prisoner, was about to ride off. “Hark you, Cuthbert,” said the old man, “I have ever given you a great deal of trouble in bringing me to this happy place, here take this coin for your pains, and the Lord be with you!”
And when he was dragged together with a young priest to the place of execution, he insisted on mounting first the fatal ladder, in order to encourage his young companion. But finding it a hard task, he had to halt on his way up, and he turned to the sheriff and said, with a smile, “Good Mr. Sheriff, have a little patience with me; indeed this same climbing a ladder is a piece of hard service for an old man of fourscore years and seven: however, I will do my best, for who would not take thus much pains to get heaven at the journey's end?” And so the Venerable John Lockwood passed to his reward.
I need not remind you of her who went so sweetly to her awful doom, giving alms as was her wont, and saying, “This way to heaven is as short as any other.” The Catholics of York will never forget her, and she has made Ousebridge as dear to us and sacred as the Tyburn of Knavesmire. (Margaret Clitheroe)
Such were the martyrs of York – the children whom this venerable mother offered to God through the long night of her sorrow.
But they were only the leaders – who shall speak of the uncounted multitudes of faithful souls who followed them, who animated by their words and example resisted if not unto blood, at least till death, after weary years in fetid dungeon and dreary prison house? Only when the secrets of all hearts are revealed will Church of York bring forth her hidden treasures to the admiring gaze of angels and men. Yet we know enough of them to know that on the last day there will rise from beneath the shadow of the Castle walls, from Toft Green, and from unnumbered graves from every churchyard of this city, the bodies of hundreds, nay thousands, who suffered a lifelong agony for the Holy Faith.
There will be those simple souls, so dear to God, whose testimony against the new religion has come down to us, inscribed by their persecutors on the records of this city. Old men and maidens, young men and widows, when haled before their judges they had but one reply. They would not go to the church; they would not join in the heretical worship of the new religion – because there was neither priest, nor altar, not sacrifice, and their conscience would not allow them. They would remain, they protested, in the faith in which they had been baptized. Precious is their testimony to us against the sophistries of those who in our own day would gladly claim for themselves and for their newfangled creed the inalienable and sacred name of Catholic! Against such pretensions there arise an exceedingly large cloud of witnesses from this venerable city, men and women of high and low degree who were content to rot in the loathsome dungeons of the Kidcote or the castle rather than to purchase life and liberty by one act of communion with heretics. Their names are written in the Book of Life, and their souls like precious jewels rest on the heart of God.
“Let the sighing of the prisoners come in before Thee! According to the greatness of Thine arm take possession of the children of those who have been put to death! (Ps 78:11)
What are we to learn today from the martyrs of York? Surely first and above all things to value more deeply, and cling to some faithfully, and love more passionately that Holy Faith to which they witnessed and for which they died. We have entered into their heritage, and enjoy the fruit of their labors and their blood. We owe them a debt that only God can estimate, as only God can pay. But at least we owe them, do we not, as steadfast and unflinching loyalty to holy Church and to that Apostolic See for whose rights they shed their blood? It was their chief glory and their boast. Oh! Let it be ours! To be children of the holy Church! Oh, gracious Lord, we pray “take possession of us, our hearts and our wills! Adveniat regnum tuum! (Thy Kingdom Come) Mayest Thou ever rule in our hearts as our supreme Lord and Master; let faith be the light of our lives, and Thy love the motive of our every action. Then, and only then, will dawn the longed- for day in England's final conversion. Yes, the martyrs teach us that we must begin with ourselves. We are handed together in work and prayer for the conversion of England, for that most blessed end for which these martyrs sighed and toiled and shed their blood. “Take Thou possession, O Lord,” we cry, “of the children of those who have been put to death.” Look upon the sighing of the prisoners, on those countless souls so dear to us who lie enchained in bondage of error, in the prison houses of Thine enemy. We would gladly ransom them, would we not? It is for that end that we have come together today to this holy city of the martyrs, to offer the dread oblation and invoke the intercession of the saints. But if we would free them, let us first be sure that we are not ourselves bond slaves to any evil passion or unregulated affection. Let us rejoice in the liberty of the sons of God; it is Christ who makes us free. We have some of us known what it is to groan in the darkness and to stretch our weary hands to the light we could not see. And God, in answer, we doubt not, to the ceaseless intercession of His martyrs, has had pity on our misery, and opened the door of our prison house, and “brought us out of the mire and clay and set our feet upon a rock – yea, upon The Rock – and ordered our goings. And He has put a new song into our mouths, even a thanksgiving unto our God.” And He has filled our souls with a quenchless longing for those we have left behind, for those dear, upright, pure souls who are so far more worthy of His grace than we were, and whom we would give our lives to win. And so we pray, and we make pilgrimage, and we look with hope to the saints and martyrs of England to hear and answer us speedily.
Yet, in many cases, we seem to plead in vain! Is it, perhaps, sometimes, that we have not yet given ourselves up with wholehearted, ungrudging generosity to the call of God, that we have fallen so grievously short of the martyr standard, that we have shrunk so weakly from the cross and the conflict within? If it be so with one or other of you, let him beg for strength from the dear martyrs today. Let him ask that valiant woman, whose relics we shall venerate, to obtain for him a courage that will never flinch from self-sacrifice, and a faith that will vanquish every obstacle. Let us ask it, each of us, as we kneel at St. William's grave, and at the place of martyrdom, for a greater share of the spirit of the saints, a greater love for the cross, a deeper insight into the mysteries of our most holy religion.
England will not be converted till we have saints among us once more. My brethren, let us ask for saints! Raise up, O Lord, among us the spirit of those unvanquished martyrs of Thine, who here poured out their blood for Thee. “Take possession, we beseech Thee, of the children of them that have been put to death!” (The Very Reverend Dom Bede Camm, O.S.B., Witnesses to the Holy Mass and Other Sermons, published originally as Tyburn and the English Martyrs in 1904 by Art and Book Company, England, and reprinted in 2004 by Requiem Press, pp. 85-95. This book is no longer being reprinted. It sells for five dollars, I believe, from Requiem Press. Please do purchase this short booklet of Dom Bede Camm’s powerful sermons that praised martyrs for the Catholic Faith who refused any contact with apostasy whatsoever.)
The martyrs of York died in defense of the Catholic Faith, whose doctrines they were willing to shed their very blood to defend. Yes, doctrines, not some imaginary “spiritual ecumenism” and not to suffer a martyrdom to advance “unity” that they knew had been breached by a lecherous, adulterous, bigamous tyrant who unleased the full force of his blood fury about those Catholics who would not apostatize. Henry Tudor and his daughter by Anne Boleyn, Elizabeth I, created modern England with all of her social injustices, setting the stage also for the very “doctrines” and liturgies” of the counterfeit church of conciliarism itself.
The martyrs of York died to defend the rights of the Apostolic See, which taught what they knew to be true: that there is but one true Church on the face of this earth. Those who have claimed to be "popes" since the death of Pope Pius XII on October 9, 1958, have undermined and mocked the rights of the Apostolic See as they have reaffirmed Anglicans that they have a "tradition" that makes up part of the patrimony of the West alongside that of the heretical and schismatic Orthodox of the East. Descendants of Thomas Cranmer have filled the seats of power in the counterfeit church of conciliarism, not descendants of the martyrs of York.
Jorge Mario Bergoglio mocks Catholics who adhere to “doctrine” while at the same time bertating theologians for placing "obstacles" to his false concept of "unity," which is a swipe against fellow heretics Joseph Alois Ratzinger/Benedict XVI and Gerhard Ludwig Muller because of their supposedly “theological” minds that give expression only to a more pseudo-erudite version of Bergoglio’s cruder, more vulgar manner of phasing the same basic heretical beliefs. Bergoglio mocks Christ the King and the Holy Integrity of His Sacred Deposit of Faith and dares to reaffirm those who reject this Sacred Deposit in whole or in part that they are “one” with what he alleges is the Catholic Church.
Then again, the Protestants who assembled three days ago in Phoenix, Arizona, are one with Jorge Mario Bergoglio on his rejection of “doctrine” in favor of a religion of the “heart” that is said to be based on a “pure” reading of Holy Writ that has not passed through the “filter” of Saint Thomas Aquinas, a theologian, and of the councils that based their decrees upon the work of this Angelic Doctor.
Jorge Mario Bergoglio is the most wretched of demons walking the face of this earth today, which is why we must beg Our Lady, especially through her Most Holy Rosary, to refuse to make any concessions to his nonexistent “legitimacy” as a claimant to the Throne of Saint Peter or to have anything at all time with his false church’s false doctrines, false liturgical rites, false pastoral practices and hideous corruptions of the binding precepts of the Divine Positive Law and the Natural Law.
Viva Cristo Rey! Vivat Christus Rex!
Our Lady, Queen of the Most Holy Rosary and of All Saints, pray for us.
Saint Joseph, pray for us.
Saints Peter and Paul, pray for us.
Saint John the Baptist, pray for us.
Saint John the Evangelist, pray for us.
Saint Michael the Archangel, pray for us.
Saint Gabriel the Archangel, pray for us.
Saint Raphael the Archangel, pray for us.
Saints Joachim and Anne, pray for us.
Saints Caspar, Melchior, and Balthasar, pray for us.
Saint Philip Neri, pray for us.
Pope Saint Eleutherius, pray for us.