With Christ’s coming to the world, one of the most noteworthy changes witnessed by humanity was the elevation of women to a new and true dignity. It was Jesus himself who took up the defense of the repentant adulteress during the dinner at Simon the Pharisee’s house. When the Apostles tried to send away the mothers who brought their children to Our Lord, He reproached the Apostles, and not the mothers. Together with the disciples, Jesus also permitted the holy women to accompany him in his mission. But it is noteworthy that he did not place any one of these women in the position of official preaching, or of governing within the Church. Some might say that this was just a precaution to avoid confrontation with the customs of the time. We object. If Christ had already challenged so many norms, thus causing an uproar among the Pharisees, would he really be afraid to alter this prevalent standard? Does this not, rather, pertain to the plans of the uncreated Wisdom in relation to his Church? Or are we to believe that Christ the Lord acted out of vile caution on such an important question in determining the structure of His Church?
Christ had lovingly reserved a different mission for women from all eternity.
So many holy women throughout the History of the Church have revealed the luminous and irreplaceable – though discreet and abnegated – role of women in the Church, following the example of the Most Holy Virgin. Would Clovis and the Franks have converted if Saint Clotilde had not patiently encouraged her spouse? Would the Church today have a Doctor called Augustine, if it were not for the tears and prayers of Monica? How many orphans and abandoned individuals owe their lives to the care of abnegated woman? How many missionaries owe the success of their apostolate to a young woman who lived hidden in a Carmelite convent, under the name of Theresa of the Child Jesus? These humble women are heroines, and demonstrate their complete gift of self in a way that few soldiers on the battlefield do. Isn’t it a glory for women in the Church to know that their actions, though hidden from the eyes of mankind, are often decisive before the Throne of the Most High for the spreading of sanctity throughout the world?
Don’t certain queries recently brought up – queries, which are nothing more, nothing less than an echo of worldly maxims – end up taking away from women that which is theirs by right? Should the harmonious and ascending continuity of the past two thousand years now be brutally interrupted? Is it really necessary to redefine the role of the women within the Church? How did the Creator differentiate the roles of the men and women in the foundation of his Church? The answers to these questions will be of great use to our readers. More here…
The Church has had great female saints, and none of them ever tried to put themselves above the priests or bishops. Some even had the mission to help the Popes, like saint Catherine of Siena, but they were always humble and submissive even when delivering harsh messages from Our Lord to his representatives on Earth. Others, like saint Therese perhaps did more for the Church than many popes and bishops. But never did we have this insolent feminist stupidity that we are now witnessing. Feminism has not done any good to women, nor to society, nor to America.
As a Catholic woman I am simply outraged by this entrance of feminism into the Church. Feminism stinks. Disguised feminism in the Church stinks even more. And Francis reeks.
I found this somewhere on the internet, and I think it gives a pretty good idea of what we women feel.
One of my earliest memories was being at my grandparents house, circa 1990, the house was full of life. My grandmother cutting up vegetables and preparing fish for the evenings dinner. I always remember the counter tops being filled with fresh vegetables, fresh fish and meat and my grandmother stopping only to fill my water pistol from the tap.
My father and grandfather sat in the study with at least 6 of my grandfathers friends, all of whom he’d know since he was a teenager, my mother and the wives of my grandfathers and fathers friends sat in the living room happily talking amongst themselves, helping with the place setting of the table and the preparation of the food. Lots of kids ran around, playing in the garden and generally doing kid stuff.
Then we’d have a big meal, 20 round the table, laughter and chatter filled the air, we (the young kids) played around and flung food at each other, until our mothers told us to cut it out and eat out food properly. And we did, 3 courses, lovingly prepared by my grandmother. This woman raised 4 children, worked as a nurse in wartime London and as far as I know would never had thought of cheating on my grandfather, a brilliant, empowered woman who spoke 3 languages and knew, above all else, the value of a strong family and her place in it.
We always felt so safe in that house, 3 generations of family and lots of other friends of the family and kids, literally an idyllic picture of family life. Even for poorer people in Britain this was basically the norm, at least in some fashion. And I suspect some version of this was what many people may have experienced too, no matter where they’re from.
Then came my mothers generation, ’empowered’ by feminist literature, though my own mother wasn’t dumb enough to fall for it, many of her peers were and family life suffered. There were no sunday dinners at my house, because all of my mothers and fathers friends were divorced, their lives spent fighting over who’d get the kids or the BMW, perhaps a small gathering of the few families that’d kept their shit together would take place at our house with 4-6 people once in a while. That vibrant family life of my grandparents house was gone.
Now people weren’t sitting having a nice chat in the living room while the kids played in the yard, they were alone in their 1 bedroom flats. There wasn’t a worktop filled with fresh vegetables, fish and meat from the local market and a matriarch preparing a meal 3 generations of her family, there were single parents and broken families dining on micromeals from their local supermarket.
Each generations wealth and happiness dwindling, unanimously and across the board, almost without exception. Family life breaking down, houses being nothing more than empty shells without life or meaning.
Of course there’s a myriad of socioeconomic factors for this, but primarily it’s marxist literature and feminism that’s too blame for the decline of western society and the families that made our countries so strong and prosperous.
So when I hear some feminist bitch, who’s coming from literally the LAST GENERATION of her family who’ll have the wealth or family structure to allow her to ‘find herself’ and spend her days ‘protesting’ I feel sick.
If there were ever a perfect example of people who’re beggars to their own demise, modern women are it.
Curiously, according to Francis women are important in the Church, but Catholic mothers are rabbits.
Typical communist jargon of class conflict. The commies pit the rich against the poor, men against women, the whites against the colored and so on. Francis is filthy communist.
Reblogged this on 2012-2019.