Okay guys. I’m sorry for not writing in a while. With school just starting up along with band, I haven’t had a moment to spare. I’m taking harder classes than I did last year, and I no longer have a study hall (which is where I would usually write during the school year). I will try to write whenever I can, but don’t count on anything more than one a week. Sunday posts will be almost guaranteed, but that also means the Q&A posts aren’t gonna be able to happen. Don’t worry. For those of you who have already submitted questions, I will answer them in this post.
So, as many of you know, St. Maximilian Kolbe’s feast day was just a few days ago. For a very long time, he was one of my favorite saints, and he still is. Back when I was homeschooled, I read books on saints for english class (a far cry from reading Candide by Voltaire like I do in a public high school), and my absolute favorite book was the one on Maximilian Kolbe. I was so intrigued by him, especially his love for Mary. At the time, I had a very weak (basically absent) devotion to Our Lady. the thing that caught me was the Militia of Mary Immaculate. As a boy, anything that involves military will peak my interest. I started to read more about Kolbe, his devotions and organizations. They were all pretty cool, but the best thing I read was the story of his capture and death at Auschwitz.
I’m sure many of you know the story, but for those of you who don’t, Kolbe was arrested on February 14, 1941, and was sent to Auschwitz concentration camp without trial. There he endured horrible treatment that you hear horrific stories of. But one day, ten prisoners were chosen at random to be sent into a cell to stave to death. Fr. Kolbe was not one of them. One of the doomed men who was chosen cried out, “My poor wife, my poor children!”. Kolbe offered to take his place in the starvation chamber. Two weeks past, and four men were still alive, but Kolbe was the only one who remained conscious. Thats two times longer than the normal time it would take a man to die without food or water. They injected some stuff in them to make them die faster, and on the following day, he was burned.
It was on Kolbe’s feast day when I read this email that was sent the day before:
If “defending” your faith, would cost you your life, would you still do it? This is a question I ask myself all the time as the Bible says, “A man does not value his life, until it is about to be taken from him.” (Not direct quote but you get the meaning) God Bless, SR
i’m going to assume that “defending your faith” would range from martyrdom for refusal to reject Catholicism, martyrdom for simply being Catholic, dying to protect another (such as Kolbe), or pretty much anything on those guidelines. And to answer you honestly…probably not. I would love to and all reason points to it being the correct choice, but I don’t think I am at the point spiritually where I would have enough courage to do it. But that’s not to say that I am making no progress to build up my fortitude.
Everyday, I try to do something I normally wouldn’t do for my faith. Just as much as I can. Sometimes its admitting to being Catholic, other times its defending the unborn. But the point is, you can’t get to amazing acts of selfless courage if you don’t build yourself up to it first, little by little. This past week, we were having a Class debate in AP Euro on whether or not Joan of Arc is a saint, or just a crazy lunatic. And not to pat myself on the back, but I ruled that debate. At one point I said something, and a proponent of Crazy Arc asked me what my source was. “An Encyclopedia”. I knew if I told them ‘New Advent Catholic Encyclopedia’, they’d probably think it was biased. But it was amazing. PS, if you’re ever in a debate that’s not about moral issues, just talk louder, shout if you need to. It works every single time. In moral debates (abortion, homosexuality), you need more brains than brawn, more love than guns.
A bit of news
- Okay, so many of you will be happy to know, that I have finally (somewhat) got a grip on the Latin Mass. Yay! And to be honest, its much more profound than Ordinary Form usually is. I don’t know how to put it, but it feels more Extraordinary (out of the ordinary).
- Okay, a lot of you guys know (especially those reading who know me personally) that to say I am merely a Tolkien fan is a big understatement. But anyway, I worked for a really long time to translate the Hail Mary prayer into Elvish (Quenya to be exact). And that was before I knew that JRR Tolkien himself had written not only the Hail Mary, but also the Our Father in Elvish. I only had to correct a couple words that meant basically the same thing, but I was close. Anyway, here is the correct translation:
Aia María quanta Eruanno, i Héru as elye. Aistana elye imíca nísi, ar aistana i yáve mónalyo Yésus. Aire María Eruo ontaril, á hyame rámen úcarindor, sí ar lúmesse ya firuvamme. Násie.
In Christ, Catholic2theMax
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