Oh my gosh PNSN...how can they be a part of that! Completely dethrones Christ as Savior...Mary isn’t any of these things....she cannot appease anyones desires...only Jesus can....only he is a safe harbor...Mary saves no one...and she certainly is not crowned Queen of Heaven..there is no such thing. Sheesh!
They ask her to “bathe their minds with her truths”...only Jesus is the truth...she has no power..it was all given to Him.
I shuddered when he wrote ‘Conqueruss of evil and death” What blashemy!!!!! Jesus Christ conquered evil and death thru His crucifixion...not Mary not ever...oh the mindless proifanity in his statement..and catholics followed these Popes? and then to add insult to injury he prays she convert the wicked no less! and seals the deal...in her name..not Christ’s.!!!!!!!!
It’s all bad and more than astounding that catholics buy into this....makes me think, rather than simply suspect, many catholics who believe this stuff don’t know Christ at all....if they do as some say they could not remain in the cathilic church which preaches and believes this...astounnding!
Totally agree. It’s all blasphemy and they cherish it. Truly the counterfeit church.
” What blashemy!!!! “
ROTFLMAO!
Jabberwocky
’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
“Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!”
He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought—
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.
And as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! and through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
“And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!”
He chortled in his joy.
’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
“”
from Through the Looking-Glass, and What Alice Found There