In the bustling, hustling chaos of the modern world, there is a truth as ancient as the stones beneath us: The lions come. That is the raw, unadorned reality etched into the marrow of Christian history. The lions come — silent predators lurking behind the veneer of civility, behind the gleam of modernity, behind the hypocritical smiles of those preaching for tolerance and civility.
Throughout time, we’ve seen that the worst thing the world can unleash on the Church, on Christ’s flock, is what it eventually unleashes: its fury, its hatred, its savage hunger. It did this to Christ, pierced by nails and crowned with thorns, abandoned by friends, mocked by foes, and left to bleed in the dust.
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