Fewness of the Saved, Evolution, and the 3 AM

8/31/2024

The hour’s about three past midnight, and for lack of sleep given to the proverb that the sinner receives no sleep while the rest of the righteous be like a sack of bricks—I stayed up, I prayed, and now I’m ready to deal away with the madness. The title of this work is a summary of what I plan to speak of and what I thought of before starting.

First, of confessions, while visiting the University of Minnesota at the Twin Cities I received a rather inspired notion after reading a splendid sermon from St. Leonard de Port Maurice titled The Fewness of the Saved. Never the Universalist, and truth-be-told a quick one to judge, I realized fast the truth of the old Franciscan’s words. In every age from birth to epoch, truly, how many good men worthy of heaven? How few? How many honest salesmen, honest capitalists, honest politicians, kings, wives, husbands? As a university student who suffered through the migraine of modern academia, one out of a thousand men are honest, and every woman’s a liar for so much as they convince themselves their happy to go against their natural instinct to incline in a chair to sew while hired servants take care of housework.

Of course, what I speak, what I read, can only be understood from a Catholic understanding. Those who die in a state of mortal sin go to Hell (save for the extraordinary graces of perfect contrition or martyrdom).

Here, I wish to speak of sleep. Recall, I said the sinner has no rest while the sleep of the righteous is sweet. Reader, have you ever experienced sleep after hitting the hay with forty wives in a single night? I haven’t, because I’m a virgin, but if we happen to trust in God’s graces enough we might be able to ask King Solomon how he felt compared to the princes walking as servants upon the earth? Pray tell, the sleep of the sinner may be very sweet on this earth. As for the sleep of the righteous, only God can tell who is righteous and how their sleep is. For sanity’s sake, I admit I write to work towards righteousness and pray through prayer the graces are well placed in me.

In essence, as illustrated through Solomon, a man may find that many sinners sleep as the righteous do, peacefully, but unlike the righteous who sleep peacefully unto heaven, sinners sleep peacefully unto Hell as a farm-raised swine does into the butcher’s den.

Knowing this, or imagining, we can pray nights like this, where a sinner’s kept up for sorrow or fear of sin unto the praise of God’s mercies that he might live to atone for sin to be a splendid mercy. Solomon would surely know. How else could a man who lived so long as “righteous” ever come to know how a sinner sleeps? Pagan wives, and a visit from the Holy Spirit certainly helps.

As for me I have my own sins, my own confessions, and I’d like to write them for final unction for when in the case where my mind shall fail me I may at least have an aid. The details aren’t for here though. If I write too much it may end as some useless rant justifying my morbid acts like Casanova’s memoirs. For the sanity of the priest ministering to me, I can’t force him to read through every depraved thing I did.

Perfect innocence, that means of entering into Heaven which would normally be available for young children or adults born into and raised in traditional Catholic homes is unavailable to me—no longer possible as a means of salvation. Knowing what I know, seeing what I’ve seen, perfect penitence is the only path. Pray, penitence must shine as a replacement for innocence lost. One key exchanged for another. When the kingdom’s thrashed to bits, invaded, occupied by the armies invited by uncounted sin, penitence is what God offers to a soul to reclaim what she has lost. Grace, and to die in a state of grace without presuming upon the mercies of God to sin—penitence’s the gift for souls like mine, Catholic adults who’ve grown too old to rely upon the strength of innocence as a means of passing into life. So I will pray, pray my final hours may be helped by the Virgin Mary, that my confession be perfect, and my contrition perfect, and all things regarding my death perfect to God for salvation.

Walking through the university who courted the last three years of my ill-lived life, I can’t help but pray for that, feeling and knowing truly how damned the sisters and brethren are. To walk those streets and see sights which used enflame every manner of desire replaced by smoldering flames, cracking embers, spit, popped; knowing if God were to begin harvesting you might be taken with the majority of the chaff and amidst all your fellow souls plummeting to the dark you might not find not one, not a single soul saved except maybe two or three baptized babes in the city’s domain. Granted, the count for the saved could be larger accounting for those who pray the Rosary devoutly, holy priests diligent in their duties, and those men and women aiming to become saints in all earnest—they who perform various penances, perform vocal and mental prayer, refrain from meat on Friday, fast, offer devotions to failing souls, etc. Even so, how many of these kinds of people would one regularly know?

Forgive me, I’m starting to repeat the sermon point by point. The reader should understand that the kinds of people I describe are very few in number. Some billion Catholics. Whittle it down to Catholics attending Sunday mass. Whittle it down to Catholics who pray the Rosary. Whittle it to Catholics who aim to genuinely have their names on the register of Vatican-ordained saints. There you have it, the fewness of the saved.

If the sinner maintains their sense for sin, perhaps like a great number of saints, many nights may be spent wide awake contemplating the mystery; how truly self-evident man himself has made this, chosen for this to be true. Yes, heaven’s saints are numbered as the stars of the sky. Per Revelations, there’s a great multitude, yet so far as the mercies of God outshine the evils of Hell, it would seem people themselves prefer Hell over God so the number of the damned may be counted as dust, ash, or sand.

And pray, I say good people worthy of heaven exist. With my limited experience, I’d like to think I’ve met a few, at least assuming they’ve confessed their sins. It’s just happens that there remains a slight despair over how few they are in number compared to the vast majority whom I—most the world lives in mortal sin, today, yesterday, back to Christ’s time, back to Adam’s when humanity was just one woman and man who tried to lie to God. It might be said, after having opportunity to think on this, how few good people really are in number, I might consider to be a priest or monk. What I previously sought in this world has nothing to offer me. May the bodies be damned, but let my soul be saved. Let children be born to the purpose God wills for them, and whatever God wills me to be: father of a church, husband to a wife, deacon, brother, president, king, homeless, pope… so be it.

I was going to write more about Evolution. I think I’ve tired myself out. Mass today isn’t until 8 o’clock. For God’s sake, enough with the conspiracies.

Of Evolution, the only thing a Catholic ought to consider is whether or not God would want His Son, Jesus, to have been related to a rapist. Actually, scratch that, He is. No matter, I’ve made my case in a previous draft.

Biologists can say whatever they want, but unless your average Biologist can manage reciting Homer’s Odyssey from beginning to end, I don’t want to hear a thing about how God willed for fish to evolve to the higher form of man. The more self-evident truth is that people degrade over time, because the curse of our Scriptures ring true. Adam lived for 900 or so years. Now his sons, with the magnificent crutch of technology figured out how to live for 90 give or take twenty years paying the penance of extraneous diseases.

I don’t care for scientific arguments, since they tend to get disproven every three hundred or so years anyways; what with going from flat earth to round earth to round earth that’s not the center of the universe but actually—see? Aristotle’s periodic table was made from four elements. Now there’s like, seventy of them, which we drill kids to remember, yet none of those kids are smarter than Aristotle or live lives worthy of being called more “intelligent” than Aristotle for that matter.

As a Christian, you either give the truth or you don’t, and if the foundations of truth are destroyed then the truth can not stand. The building built on this foundation will continue to lean until it topples. The Leaning Tower of Piza might be able to get away with being a world wonder, but throw any more dynamite under its foundation and that tower will be no more. For this, I concede to the enemy out of love that they win when the Christians for willfully leave their foundations free to their attacks.

In sum, that’s all Evolution really is, an attack against the beginning, the foundation of the Gospel’s truth, and I like it, because it’s pure and easy to tell off when coming from those clearly marked as enemies, but to hear of it from Catholics? I feel I should swap my face for our dear Pope Francis’s. He always looks like he wants to curse this world and everyone in it, but the Pontiff receives just the right amount of grace to smile and bless our souls instead. I just have to work on the smile. Then I’d feel worthy or at least most capable to God of removing the beams from people’s eyes, above all my own most of all.

And yea, I know Pope Francis in his wisdom, conceded to the hypothesis of Evolution don under God’s guidance. Why does a reprobate like me, in rather private articles, remind the faithful that the Pope’s advisors along with his flock in the approximately the year 60 or 70 AD convinced Saint Peter to scram from Rome while the faithful Christians suffered torment under Nero? Understand, the Pope’s advisors and flock don’t convince in him with 100% certainty actions that are pleasing to God. Before science, before politics, before money… especially before man the Pope as the holder of the keys answers first to God on all things. When Saint Peter, our first Pope, ran from Rome God Himself appeared to him on the road to tell him to turn around, run back to Rome, and make a stand for truth, this being the truth, the Gospel He preached which is the Gospel we faithful received. Before everything and everyone, the Pope must trust God, in what God has said and what God has done, does, and ever will do.

In regard to Evolution, Pope Francis has commented. Nonetheless, I have no doubt that should the Holy Spirit inspire him as He continues to do, Pope Francis will receive the will to uphold truth or possibly lay the groundwork for restoring the dignity of man as a creation entirely created by God in His image.

So speaking of foundations, generally Catholics, least the ones trying to be faithful, are willing to acknowledge that everything about our faith still hinges on original sin; that Adam and Eve literally existed and ate the forbidden fruit which as a consequence removed our immortal natures. Never mind poetic considerations, the model of an Evolution under God’s guidance would basically leave billions of years unaccounted for according to The Big Bang Theory. Credit where credit’s due, may the devil offer thanks to God for allowing His servants to formulate such excellent science and theories. It’s just a shame how things originally meant for good get construed for evil. I digress.

Back on topic, the Catholic considering Evolution under God’s guidance would have to consider the moral reality of believing in a God who used rape, death, and conquest between various animal tribes as the primary means of evolving life to a point where two or a group (more liberally [modernly]) of lives may be considered Adam and Eve.

I will assume that the majority of Catholics in this day and age might have already witnessed a lion or wolf eat its pray alive, so I won’t have to go into great detail about the fantasy I had this night about giving a homily where I cut my hand or chop a dog’s head off to throw at my congregation to demonstrate how Evolution under God’s guidance would have worked (Sinners! Behold, evolution! How God made man a man! Marley, not fit enough to survive to the billionth generation, will never father puppies capable of inheriting a rational soul! Oh how surely, some of you wish you could lose your rational soul to be an animal again so you may have an excuse under God to pillage and rape by strength, the animals sitting right next to you!).

Coming into this morning, if one has had the pleasure to deny themselves perfect innocence, then they’ll know nature as we know nature today is quite cruel. Dolphins like to rape, bears eat people alive while sometimes leaving very fine recordings of a man’s final screams, and unfit baby chicks are thrown out of the nest to go splat on the ground below. Nature today, in this world of original sin is just survival of the fittest. In short, a process of Evolution as proposed by the Darwinian and the Evolution under God’s guidance believer that sheep in wolfs clothing. The Darwinian’s completely honest about his intention in proving a method of creation removed from God. The other confuses himself by proposing that the same God, the Holy Spirit who declared to Isaiah of the Christ and coming kingdom meant to restore us to grace, “The wolf shall dwell with the lamb, and the leopard shall lie down with the kid; and the calf and the young lion and the fatling together; and a child shall shepherd them. And the cow and the bear shall feed; their young ones shall lie down together: and the lion shall eat straw like the ox. And the sucking child shall play on the hole of the asp, and the weaned child shall put his hand on the cockatrice’s den. They shall not hurt nor destroy in all my holy mountain: for the earth shall be full of knowledge of the LORD, as the waters cover the sea,” is the same God who would watch for billions of years predator eating prey before creating man, souls destined for a heaven where lions and lambs may sit together in peace. What kind of God does this man believe in? A God who prefers death or a God who prefers life? Why would the Holy Spirit describe to Isaiah a coming kingdom under Christ where predators are saved from the need of eating prey if before Christ and before man, death between beasts was just the default state of our universe since the beginning?

From a perspective of religion, the most I can give is that this god changed his mind. This god in wanting to create a colosseum for himself which he could watch for billions of years every kind of beast sink their teeth got bored and decided to change his entertainment from on earth from a colosseum of death to a massive planet for a ditzy romcom between two “intelligent” animals, except gifted with a soul like his own, born from animal parents who for being less than God will have to obey the whims of their the two newborns. But, wuh woh! Who’s on the loose? It’s Satan! Thought I cast him down to the pits? I thought he liked death, which is why I cast him down to be with my colosseum pets for billions of years! Well, I told my new pets to not eat the fruit, because there can be nothing good without free will, and… he convinced them to eat the fruit. Guess I’ll have to watch more battle royale then, this time with these copies of myself fighting against the animals I planned, but now will eventually plan to be at peace with each other.

In a world where evolution’s true, I see clearly why atheism and agnosticism is such a pleasant worldview to most people today. The Church has cast God out as an idiot, like the Holy Spirit couldn’t get Paradise right the first time, so He had to switch from a world of kill to a world of peace back to a world of kill to then a world of peace again after sacrificing His only Son born from the butt of a monkey so that our souls may be cast into the Paradise He changed His mind into making for us.

It's morning now, and mass is two hours away. I’ll end by stating the truth, and I don’t care how many are against for so long as the Pope and Church when met by the conditions required for infallibility say otherwise.

From the beginning, God intended man and His creatures for Eden. God’s creation was good, but Man chose death, and man by having dominion over all the Earth chose death for the whole world and for every living thing that moved upon the Earth. Then man was saved from death by God, by His Son, Jesus Christ who upon His cross fulfilled what was spoken of through the prophets to grants unto man the kingdom which was, is now, and ever will be to come. As it was in Eden man is with God now. He may either eat of the fruit of life or death. He may either choose Christ or death. As it was in the beginning it is now.