George Will will go to Heaven, if he likes the idea or no.

The path ahead, so quickly, becomes, the path behind.

That is, until, all of a sudden:

It just doesn’t anymore.

Just when we thought we might be cozy in our woodland, safe and sound:

Comes now on our path through the little green woodland of life, the final wood post to our left and after that post, a small bridge, over which, is life everlasting.

George Will and I and many others come now to that little bridge.

We’ve earlier written of George Will’s, most unfortunate, atheism here:

https://johndanielbegg.com/2014/09/23/george-will-now-dying-blames-the-presbyterians-for-his-atheism-i-dont-quite-know-what-to-say/

Yet, like it or no, George will soon come to the bridge and he will cross it.

At first the little bridge startles us. It does not appear to us to be of any particular moment or significance.

Right past the bridge, we see more woodland that appears to us pretty much the same as the woodland we have always walked through.

As young boys in shorts, we dashed along the path in the little green woodland in utter happiness and reckless abandon.

Yet later, strong, full bodied and virile and gai, we chased, without ceasing, after girls into the woodland that, on all sides of our path, surrounds our path, catching many girls but now, on far later remembering, most principally, and longingly, the girls we did not catch in the wood.

Later still, we went to school in the woodland, married, worked, had children, retired, became aimless, drank too much, in the main, more out of habit than desire, and now, just at this moment had lost all of what the French so pithfully call our joie de vivre.

We stop for a moment on our path and look down at our tired feet and when looking back up, see the little bridge.

It eventuates that the little bridge will carry us not, into an extension of the same woodland we have always walked, but rather back into the Garden, from whence we, ultimately, all came.

The Garden from which our father, Adam and mother, Eve, were so unceremoniously tossed by an angry God for the sin of:

Insubordination.

Life in our woodland is our personal penalty and atonement for the Original Sins of our father, Adam and mother, Eve.

That is why we are here, on this earth..to atone and make restitution for our inherited sin of insubordination.

Beyond our little bridge is another green woodland, yet so very much different from the one on which we now stand and have walked all our life long.

Beyond the bridge is the Garden, our own Eden and God Himself waits there for us.

We like to think we’ve a pretty good notion of what questions God will put to us when he meets us at the Garden gate.

Priests caution us to examine ourselves and to prepare for our interrogation at the gate of Eden.

Yet, no priest can ever know, nor will we ever know, just what question God will put to us when we cross the little bridge that will now carry us to Him.

God may ask us anything He desires and it may just be the question He will put to us is a question we had never ourselves considered.

We are taught that if we pass that final test of our lives at the Garden gate, our homecoming will be joyous as we will be able to stay in the Garden for all eternity.

We are likewise admonished that if we answer the question put to us incorrectly, we will be hurled back out of the Garden by God for our own, personal, insubordination.

But we will see the Garden.

Everybody, even atheists, go to heaven.

The trick is, if or no, we get to stay in heaven.

How many of us, now preparing to cross that bridge can be at all confident that we will successfully pass our final test of life, the only test that has any meaning at all..the test that is comprised of our interrogation by God in the Garden.

Even if we are hurled back out, as were Adam and Eve, we must see Heaven, in order to miss it.

So, we will see it. All of us.

So, yes, we will all go to Heaven and we will all see and speak to God and we pray for His Mercy to keep us with Him for all eternity.

We become fractious and nervous and jittery and frothy as now we approach that little bridge from our side to the crossing over to the other side.

How could we not do?

All our life’s striving is but a witting or unwitting attempt on our part to get to go back to the Garden and to stay there forever.

The little bridge seems harmless enough from our little spot on the path in the little woodland on this side.

The woodland on the other side likewise, seems much like our own.

Yet we sense that it will all be very different. And it will be.

For, how weak is man?

How often does he stray and stumble from the straight and narrow path?

We can stray and stumble all we care to on this side of the bridge but in our crossing over the bridge we must be upright and attentive to all sensations in the forest in the hope that we get to stay in the Garden past the bridge.

All human life, all endeavour, success, failure, ups and downs, downs and ups, comes now to that place on our little path in the green woodland of our lives where we cross over the bridge.

Holy Mother Church, in Her twisted, tortured, legalistic, verbiage, does not even bother to clearly define what Heaven is.

Instead, She concentrates Her Promethean energies on telling us what Heaven isn’t, and rather on telling us what Hell is…a place which is, I take it:

More captivating.

More newsworthy.

Instead, Mother Church spills a great deal of ink on defining Hell..as:

“The deprivation of the presence and sight of God.”

Tortured Papal legalisms to the side for the moment:

Let us be ever mindful that God has prepared for us the potentiality of eternal salvation with Him at Easter Sunday.

If every other thing we have done in our life is a failure and a muddle, if we get to stay in the Garden, which is man’s real home, as earth is simply a temporary walk in the woodland, we will be a great success.

So let us not concern ourselves with, if or no, I have been a success or failure on earth, let us concentrate solely on getting into the Garden and staying there with Him, in perfect harmony, for evermore.

That is our task here, our profession, our singular occupation:

To stay forever in the Garden.

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Man holds to opinions, God holds the facts.
The rich man ought not be taxed at all~~he ought be compelled to employ and train the poor man~~directly~~personally.
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The principal need in America today is~~financial and industrial De-Globalization~~to facilitate the promotion of the possibility for the average man to get and keep a good job with good benefits paid by the employer~~as was done not very long ago.~~

~~Bene Nati, Bene Vestiti, Et Mediocriter Docti~~

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~~La crema y nata~~

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~~Artista de la conquista~

~~In sunshine and in shadow~~I hold tight to the Republican view of time and money~~I write night and day~~yet~~while impecunious~~I am vastly overpaid~~in that taking pay to do what I love is unfair~~to my employer~~in a fair system~~under such circumstances~~I should pay him~~not he me~~I am far, far too old a man to be sexually confused~~praise Jesus~~but I am yet young enough to be politically confused~~is anyone not~~in an absolute sense~~I am a Catholic Royalist~~in a practical sense~~I am a Classical Liberal~~a Gaullist~~a Bonapartist~~an American Nationalist Republican~~in either sense~~my head is soon for the chopping block~~to hasten my interlude with Madame La Guillotine~~I write without fear~and without favor of~any man~~

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Finis Origine Pendet…
The escape commences…

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September, 1957

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Saint Jane Frances de Chantal Catholic parochial school, called, by anyone of any background, simply: “Chan~al,” a place where, of an autumn day in 1957, school, for me, began and ended in the first convening of the first grade in which a tiny nun, one Sister Dom Bosco, appeared before me, just behind the window appearing at far left of this photograph, and piped out this: “I may be small, but so then, is the Atom Bomb.”

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My determination to escape school commenced immediately on hearing about this Atom Bomb business and took 16 dicey and arduous years to finally accomplish.~~

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Non Sibi

The escape continues…

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September, 1966

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The Cathedral Latin School

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Finis Origine Pendet~

~~Κύριε ἐλέησον~~

Rejoice and Glad!!

Amen~~
~The Original Angry Bird~~The Catholic University of America Screaming Red Cardinal Mascot~~

~~EX LIBRIS~~

~~THEOS EK MĒCHANĒS~~

Quadragesima, Sunday 22nd March, Anno Domini Nostri Iesu Christi, 2015
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CONCEPT OF THE CATHOLIC AND ROYAL ARMY OF AMERICA (CRAA)

THE CATHOLIC UNIVERSITY OF AMERICA

Seal of The Catholic University of America

Motto~~Deus Lux Mea Est~~

Acta Est Fabula

The escape concludes…

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The Catholic University Of America, Washington, District of Columbia.

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1976, Anno Domini Nostri Iesu Christi.

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Acta Est Fabula.

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Deus Vult.

~~Our Ubiquitous Presence~~

The Queen~~

Our Ruler now 63 years on~~

Simply the best President we could ever hope to have~~