I have not yet said anything about the terrible Notre Dame fire, mostly because I am not interested in virtue-signalling about how much I care so very deeply about a monument that I last visited when I was, I think, about 4 years old. (Or so my parents tell me, I were just a wee lad back then.)
Furthermore, I don’t like the French, and they don’t like me. Everyone is happy that way. I make fun of them all the time, especially given how utterly pozzed-out their “nation” has become of late. They literally elected a President who, if he isn’t a closeted queer, has got to be one of the gayest straight men of all time.
None of this changes the fact that one of the greatest monuments in all of Christendom was very nearly destroyed.
I don’t care if you are a Catholic, Protestant, Orthodox, non-denomenational, or Spaghetti-Monster sort of Christian. What matters is that one of the Lord’s houses was seriously damaged by a fire.
We don’t know how that fire started. It might have been arson, and it also might not have been.
What we do know is that many Muslims and Leftists in France were overjoyed at what happened, while Christians around the world were aghast at seeing one of the world’s greatest cathedrals burning and prayed to our Lord for help.
It would appear that He was listening.
Below is a picture from within the cathedral after the fire was put out. The three priceless Rose Windows were, somehow, preserved intact and undamaged.
But the most impressive and miraculous sign from within the cathedral has got to be the fact that the Cross on the altar is preserved and standing as well:
Take a look at that, and then try telling me with a straight face that there are no such things as miracles.
My brothers, I know that times are dark. I know that things look bad. The fire at Notre Dame, at the very beginning of Holy Week, is yet another sign of the storm clouds that are gathering. And things are guaranteed to get much, much worse over the coming months and years.
And yet… as it is written, “The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it”.
Being a Christian requires us to embrace perhaps the darkest and bleakest view of the world, and of humanity, that there is. But the wonderful thing about bending the knee and accepting Jesus as Lord is that we have great hope as well.
Never forget this, my friends. There is hope even in the darkest of times.
The cathedral of Notre Dame will be rebuilt one day. It may take many years, but the fire that nearly destroyed it did not finish the job. And one day, true Christians – not the weak-kneed, spineless, lily-livered types that have let their country be sold by corrupt, lazy, effete Enarques to Dirt World immigrants, but strong, fearless, fierce defenders of Cross and King – will kneel before the altar to worship Our Lord.
Hope lives on within us, and is expressed through our actions.
If you are Christian – I don’t care what denomination, no matter where you are from – I urge you to donate to the rebuilding of the cathedral. This can be done in a few different ways for my American readers. My recommendation is to go straight to the website of Friends of Notre Dame and donate via PayPal or credit card.
And as I have said many times, I do not ask my readers to do what I would not do myself:
This is not about signalling virtue through bleeding-heart Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, or other social media posts (or on a blog, for that matter). This is about taking concrete action to defend and rebuild a monument of Western civilisation – which was literally created by Christians, in a European nation, and which has as part of its architecture a strong Graeco-Roman influence.
Do not lose hope. Do not let your faith be shaken. Do not ever forget that, as Christians, we are not given a spirit of fear or hopelessness by the Lord and His Son.
Three things remain to us: faith, hope, and love. Our faith is under fire. Our hope is being tested. Our love for what we were given, and for the Lord who gave it to us, will sustain us through our troubles.
Notre Dame will be rebuilt, my brothers – DEUS VULT.
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I consider it a sign. Christendom is burning, but somewhere there is still three rose windows and the cross on the altar preserved.