A very, very interesting subject. . .

There is a man named Don Justo Gallego Martinez, in Madrid, Spain, who is building a cathedral all by himself. The structure is not finished, nor is it made of marble, ivory, or Gold. It is made of whatever materials he can salvage from other construction sites, and re-use. His 6 nephews helped him haul the steel girders up BY HAND with a pulley system. Don Justo never formally studied architecture, he never laid bricks. In fact, he is, by trade, a farmer. The way he is building it is almost medieval. In fact, the outside of the building looks like it has been there for hundreds of years (looking at the brick and stonework, disregarding the girders).

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I don't really know what to think of it. The man wants to build something beautiful for God. That is his motivation. He isn't imbedded in church politics, wearing his fingers to the bone in order to protest modern "church" architecture, no; his simplicity, however, his meekness, his perseverence, all his actions speak so much louder than any words. Why is it that the government, and yes, even church officials are trying to keep his whole project under wraps? Read some of the comments people left on this blog I found the article in; some of them live right by it, and have still never heard of it. They saw pictures on the blog, drove 20 miles or so, and bingo, what d'ya know, there it is. It is under wraps because it is an embarressment to modern man; they want to sever any remembrance of the past. They want to bury the glory, wipe it out of their minds, forget about it in toto. It is to painful to remember the aspirations of saints, the rich history of the sovereign, Catholic Church.

I think we have gotten to a point where the sweet memory of Tradition pains away in the hearts of all good and faithful Catholics like a memory of a long dead but much beloved relative. How much we want to see that person alive again! But it isn't just a person we see with our spiritual eyes, it is The Bride of Christ; her wedding dress has been torn to tatters and splattered with filth and refuse. Her veil, a symbol of her innocence, has been torn away from her head and stomped down into a muddy, scummy puddle. Those of us that love her are doing whatever we can, in our own little ways, to dress her back up in her glory and splendor, so that when Christ comes again, He will find a radiantly gorgeous Bride, waiting in readiness for Him, not caught unaware and beaten down by a mob who does not want the wedding feast to take place. Perseverance, He will come, we must prepare. We do not want to be found like the 7 virgins without oil in their lamps, because there will come a crucial moment when we will not be given a second chance to run and get some more. Be prepared. Fight against sin so as to remain in the state of grace. This is so much bigger than the petty problems we are so caught up in on a day to day basis. Even nuclear war is not as big as this one great fact . . . we are here to know God, to love God, and to serve God, and we must do this until He takes us to our true home. Until then, we are exhiles on this planet, aliens in a foreign land.