I'm Michael Voris coming to you from Rome where the phony propaganda summit on sex abuse has mercifully drawn to an end with nothing accomplished except the appearance of something being accomplished.
There is no way to cover this filth in the Church except to say that it affects you very deeply on a real, personal level. You grow very sad. A deep, justified anger rises inside of you. In fact, the range of emotions is hard to even describe.
For example, a couple days ago, the crew and I were taking a break for some gelato — thank God for gelato, it's the one proof of God’s existence that St. Thomas forgot to include — and there we were sitting at the little table discussing the whole sordid affair.
Suddenly, a fellow at the next table said, "Excuse me, are you Michael Voris?" and came over and introduced himself. Turns out he is a survivor of sex abuse by a homopredator priest back in the States and said that friends of his send him The Vortex with some regularity.
As we stood there visiting, he confessed that he no longer is a practicing Catholic because of all this stuff, especially, obviously, what happened to him.
He was in Rome to give his testimony at the summit. His read of the summit, as a victim, they don't care. The leaders in the Church don't care, and this is all just one big show.
I can't tell you how difficult it is to stand and listen to this man, and many others we have spoken with, scores of people who have left the Faith because of what has happened to them.
For some victims, it's just too painful. They can't see through the pain and harm to the glories of the Faith. I gently grabbed his arm and said to him, "Don't let these Judases drive you away from the Church."
The Church has the Eucharist and the sacraments. He looked right back at me and in his eyes seemed to acknowledge that. He didn't challenge a word of it. But he is deeply hurt. Please pray for him that the hurt may subside enough for him to come fully home.
Because of the work we do at Church Militant, we see and hear this up close and personal every day. We talk with these people, read their emails to us, talk with them on the phone.
That's the sad part, and we try to do what we can to offer comfort. But I have to tell you, straight up, the anger that arises in you, in us, in me, as we hear story after miserable story of men so ravaged by these monsters in robes, there's no words to describe it.
I shared with him briefly my own story of complete, total betrayal by not one, but two priests — not physical abuse, but psychological and spiritual betrayal.
So is this personal? You bet it is. As it should be for every faithful Catholic. When we cover these nightmare accounts of sodomy and financial corruption and the lies and cover-up by these so-called princes of the Church, there's no way it's not personal.
Even skipping my own personal experience, how can anyone hear about these evils and not be moved?
Our Blessed Lord Himself said, "Better that a great millstone be hung around their necks and them plunged into the depths of the sea, than that they should bring scandal to any of these little ones."
On a very personal note, I have to admit on a strictly human level, it is hard to look at these perverters of the Faith, destroyers of souls and bodies and feel anything but contempt.
Despite their office, they are not men. Men protect the weak and the innocent — the very ones Our Lord spoke of.
These perverts abuse them on every level possible: physically, mentally, spiritually. They abuse them over and over again with their lies and cover-ups and plotting and fake summits and phony synods.
This lot is directly on the road to damnation, and it's difficult to see how they can escape it, as Our Lord said directly to the Pharisees.
Rome is full of beauty — beauty celebrating the truths of God and preached in His Holy Catholic Church — but these individuals, I cannot call them men. These individuals have taken the glory and nobility of the Church and covered it in filth and poison.
They are sons of the devil and they do his will, destroying souls, plunging their victims into a lifetime of sorrow and confusion. Some kill themselves, others turn to a life of easing the pain with drugs and alcohol.
Others walk through life very sad trying to forge something of an existence, too frightened and untrusting — or simply hurt — to approach the Church because they have to look at these lying monsters in robes.
But to those people, like the man I was talking to at the gelato shop, please understand: There is no other home. There is no other place a cure can be found than here in the Church.
My own mother gave up her life for me to return to the Church. My father held me steady and secured my return, showing me an example of authentic masculinity and dying in the arms of the Church.
There is no other home than here in Rome. Don't leave. And if you have left, come back. Jesus Christ is here in His total fullness on earth. No one can cure your pain and relieve your burden like He can. He can't change the past, but He can get you through its effects.
"Come to me, all you who labor and are heavy burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you, and learn of me; for I am meek and lowly of heart and you shall find rest for your souls."
Please do not let Judas drive you away from Jesus. Your pain is real, your hurt is tangible and it demands justice — which it will be granted. But don't be overcome by the waves.
Make the psalm of David your prayer: "Reach down from Heaven and save me; draw me out of the nighty waters."
You have been betrayed on a level to terrible to consider. So was the Son of God. You were innocent, so was He. Embrace Him. The Judases here will go to their own place, just as their forebear did.
Do not focus on the ugly — terrifying as it is; look at the beauty. Do not let these individuals drive you away or keep you away.
And to all the rest of my fellow Catholics, stand up and fight for the truth. You want to know the will of God for your lives, you want to know how to get to Heaven in these monstrously evil times, this is how.
You fight against this evil with every ounce of strength in your mind heart and soul. You stand in the breach and defend the glory of our Holy Mother, the Church. And you protect and shield the innocent, the weak. And whatever happens to you in the process doesn't matter.
You were created for greatness. Live up to your calling. You were made for combat.