Pope Paul VI. The boastful saint

Let us rejoice, my brothers, for when was the Church ever so aware of herself, so in love with Christ, so blessed, so united, so willing to imitate Him, so ready to fulfill His mission? 




ABS sometimes think the spirt of Vatican Two was really the spiritually aberrant enthusiasm of Itchycoo Park translated into the revolutionary anthropocentrism of The Shadow Church.


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