A few years ago, before the end of the world, there were a group of “heads” who were ruled by their hearts. They started to read the signs of the times, and came to a realization that it was all over: the battle was lost. It was time to abandon the posts they had held for what seemed like an age. Before they grabbed the necessaries for the flight into evasion, they conspired to meet again in a safe place a year from the day. They decided to flee in various directions, with the hope if they would meet again that the world would be born again – or at least there would be glimmer of hope that it would be.
One year later – they met. In the ruins of an old basilica they knelt in the dark of the early morning. They prayed the Holy Rosary, and then they elected one Leo XIV as the Vicar of Christ. His first solemn act was to define ex cathedra that Mary, the Mother of God was the Mediatrix of All Graces. His second solemn act was to define ex cathedra that marriage is only ever between one man and one woman, and that it is that act by which they freely enter into a natural contract that is ordered primarily toward the procreation and education of children. When this act is between the baptized it is raised by Christ to the dignity of a Sacrament. Just when he had finished shots rang out, but in the darkness the “conspirators” slipped away.
The day? December 8th….
The battle was lost, but the war is won. Christus vincit. Viva Immaculata!