RealCatholicTV Host Michael Voris gives insight into spiritual warfare and the Church Militant:


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During all of Christmas break, I couldn’t wait to get back to Franciscan to go to Mass. There was something here that my parish back home just couldn’t provide - a special something that made the Mass come alive for me last semester. And then I got back - and frankly, I’ve been horrified by what I’ve come back to. It’s not so much that anything has changed; in fact, it feels like I never left. However, there is something different in the way I am responding to the liturgy. I am approaching Mass this semester with a greater realization of how unworthy I am; I have acknowledged my shallow holiness, and I am seeking a greater awareness of what the Mass really is. The liturgy, however, seems to be mocking me. It is a strange phenomenon which I’m trying hard to understand. From what I have pieced together, this strange experience is an emotional response to a frustrated search for the sacred at Mass.
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After five months of experiencing persistent pain in my feet, lower extremities, and back, I have finally been diagnosed with Lumbar Spinal Stenosis, “a condition due to narrowing of the spinal cord causing nerve pinching which leads to persistent pain in the buttocks, limping, lack of feeling in the lower extremities, and decreased physical activity.” After being diagnosed earlier this week, I found it difficult to come to terms with the idea of having this for the rest of my life. It has also been frustrating knowing that the physical activity I wanted to enjoy in college will be very difficult or even impossible to achieve. Frankly, it seems unfair and misplaced; I don’t understand why I am one of the few teenagers to deal with this condition through no fault of my own. And while this whirlwind of confusion and frustration seems ever before me, my mother reminded me today that God is not in the whirlwind. No, he is the still small voice which I must quiet my soul to listen to; only in the quiet will I understand and acquire the graces I need. This truth came home to me in a powerful way through the poem below. While the author remains unknown, its Truth is both familiar and timeless:
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Hello, everyone. Yes, you read that right. I have a confession to make:

I am not holy.

Perhaps that sounds trivial or slightly out of place, but it needed to be said. To all of you who ever thought I was; to all of you who ever saw me as some kind of lofty ideal; to all of you who ever thought I was God’s gift to the world or perhaps some self-righteous ignorant bastard, hear me out: I am not who you think I am.
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