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Before midnight update. I decided to write this tribute after reading from about a miracle from one of the parish libraries. There are sensitive groups in this world who hate the Faith, but it doesn't matter how they feel, since it's our duty to pray for our enemies anyways.

Even if they use the same trick of betraying God to bow to idol-worshipping authorities to deliver the faithful up for death, well there's a point missing from a lot of modern (read also, athiest) Christians today. No matter how one is healed, if one healed is called to die for Christ, then they must die for love of God, and love for those wishing to execute them.

Zooming through this piece, it almost makes me weep inside over how far Christianity has devolved from its roots. The Catholic Church still retains its sanity, but I live in the States, so watching Christians here is like watching a bunch of sheep led around by a wolf they forgot ate their cousins.

When I speak of this sheep, I speak of those outside of Catholicism, most specifically Rapture-believing Evangelicals and their heresies (check what rhymes in the blanks of this poem). On this, honestly, the solution's the same for the wolves. Pray, pray, pray. We could spend our whole lives nagging about those who hate us, but the only way to fight them is oro et laboras: pray and work.

Now, it's two minutes from midnight. I will rest. God be with you all.