As World War 3 cooks up on the globalists’ stovetop, we who keep the faith at home keep an eye on the sky whence our Savior is prophesied to hail as like lightening. But as we gaze up into the blue with one eye, is the other cast down to the Earth, nay, beneath the Earth, to Hell? Do we anticipate glory as well as possible condemnation? Do we, in the words of that mystical monk and friend of Saint Francis who penned the Dies Irae, pray, How worthless are my prayers I know / Yet, Lord forbid that I should go / Into the fires of endless woe?

It is apparent to me that there is an implicit danger in the Home Alone Catholic position which I have written on before. That danger is spiritual pride, or the sin of self-reliance. This takes on many forms and features like a many-headed hydra that won’t die. The reason is easily explained. Because the Church is in eclipse, the hierarchy lost to us, we are thrown back on our own resources to be, as it were, spiritually self-reliant, since we have no confessor, no priest at the pulpit, no bishop on his cathedral throne to guide us.

The world is on the brink of World War 3. Anyone who has been paying attention knows that much. Whether the war will begin in Iran and Israel, Russia and Ukraine, or Taiwan and China, the war will engulf the world, most probably in a nuclear conflagration which decimates (killing a tenth) or annihilates the human population–which outcome will probably suit the globalists in their multi-million dollar bunkers quite nicely. But who is there to put the fear-drenched news into spiritual perspective or, what’s my meaning here, who is there to help us prepare for the very possible end of civilization? Answer: No one.

What, then, do we do? Pray. Pray for civilization, that it may not perish from this Earth but, if it must, that we are prepared for the trials before us, be they physical or spiritual; or, if this is the final finale, which I personally get the feeling that it is, that we may prepare our hearts by penance, reparation, and meditation on the pains of Hell and the solid conviction that, without the grace of God, we are but cinders in the flameless ashes of sinful pride.

As the times become more complicated, we Catholics must become more simple. As the world turns to hate and violence, we must turn the other cheek. As arrogance and unkindness quicken on the internet against our neighbor, we must exercise that noble and pure condescension unmixed with pride that is called the virtue of humility, whereby we look up into the sky for our Savior’s Second Coming, and do so with our neighbor because we are kneeling right next to them on the ground.