1: The proselytising Muslim.
I love him like a brother, and pray for his conversion to Catholicism. He would make a fine warrior for Christ. I remember the Iraqi minicab driver in London who tried to convert me on a 20 minute trip. He loved Allah and Islam and wanted to share his faith with everyone. God bless him. I briefly explained Catholicism, and suggested we have a Crusade or Jihad. He laughed, and we shook hands.
2: The passionate atheist.
A beloved, long-dead, (and good) Jesuit explained to me that atheism is an angry prayer to God for an explanation of why His Creation is so full of evil. We should pray for the angry atheist.
3: The agnostic - unmanned by doubt, like Tennyson, who believes that
"There is more faith in honest doubt,
Believe me, than in all the creeds."
A sweet, well-meaning person, but lost. Pray for him.
4: The smart-ass know all cleverdick self-styled intellectual humanist. Inhabits bars, television sets, and treats the question of the falsity of any religion as having been settled years ago. For him, as C.S. Lewis pointed out, arguments are not true or false, but interesting, outdated, sexist, homophobic, or whatever. Let him ride his limousine of vanity and uncharity to Hell.
5: The treasonous cleric, priest, bishop, religious, or whatever who denies essential Catholic belief, but stays within the Church, like a pestilential maggot in an apple. The most loathsome, and most worthy of the attentions of Torquemada.
6: The teacher in an IBVM Catholic girls' school who makes her pupils roll condoms on to hockey sticks, and reassures them that "They don't spoil sex at all." Slut.
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So, what is emerging one week after Charlie Kirk’s brutal assassination?
The assassin was the “boyfriend” of a male who fancies himself a woman.
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...at the head of the list:
Myself. In fact, scrap the list and substitute "Myself". That's Christianity.
I am my own worst enemy, perhaps?
In a spiritual sense you may be right, but we have to live and serve God in a material world where quietists often get their throats cut.
I don't claim to be a Christian. Until recently, to call someone a Christian, meant that they were not merely a believer but a good and saintly person. In our only meeting, Stella Aldwinkle told me about her 'Christian' dogs and horses.
But I do call myself a Catholic and, although not young, would be prepared, theoretically, to attempt defeat of the enemy by available means.
If the Muslim, whom I greatly admire, attacked me, or those I love, or What I believe to be Holy, I would be justified in matching force with force. I am not the enemy in such circumstances. The aggressor is.
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