If you are in your twenties and don’t have children, do not let the zeitgeist fostered upon you from birth deceive you into deciding not to have any.
The most difficult aspect of raising children is doing it alone or with the wrong person.
In your twenties, you are not likely to make good decisions concerning life partners unless you have an exceedingly good head on your shoulders. And yet… this year alone, I have been invited to three weddings of men and their fiancé’s all of whom are in their twenties.
They all DO have uncommonly wise heads on their shoulders. One of them I know really well having spent rime working on the farm with him, and the other two I spent a long time getting to know over skype or email. Unfortunately I could not attend any of their weddings, but two of the couples came to visit me and the third being in the USA plans to do so in die course.
Having spent years training men in various things ranging from martial arts to investigative work, I get a sense about people, and as I said, I rate each of them as “high in wisdom” if we were to reduce them to D&D characters.
They DO all have one thing in common:
They are hardcore Catholics. Sedevacantist all.
It is an important point, because a REAL belief in Catholicism means that marriage is for life. Not paid lip service to. Not “hope it works out,” but real and deep commitment. Each of these young men spent months getting to know the young women they hoped to marry, and made their decision in the full knowledge that their choice was until death do them part, and ensured their wife-to-be was also baptised, Catechised and understood what being Catholic entailed.
If you have the right person with you, the hardship of parenthood is shared and if you are not an idiot, and you pay attention to your baby son or baby daughter, you will see they are fascinating.
Each one with their own innate character.
And whatever hardship you may need to face for your children does not, in fact, feel like a hardship. It feels a bit like winning a fight or a battle. If you don’t have it in you to love another human being more than your own life, then, you absolutely should not, ever, have children.
If, on the other hand, you realise the primary purpose of marriage is to raise children, and the primary purpose of your life is to perpetuate the species, then, by all that is good, make children.
I certainly don’t regret in any way having 5 of them, and though I started late, if God so wills it, we may well have more. A family friend that is my age, though started a little earlier, has 8 of them. I do think my life has been blessed in so many ways, though you can’t see it while you’re going through gut wrenching heartache, later, you see how even this horrific moments, if they had not happened, would not have led you down other roads.
My own life path is so absurdly convoluted, and the decisions that led me down one road instead of another so seemingly arbitrary, certainly to an outsider anyway, that no sane thread could probably be imagined by most. And yet, the choices I made at any given time were the ones I always would have made, because of who I am, what I value, and what matters and what does not, to me.
Seen from that perspective, then, choices that would lead someone like me down a dark path were usually avoided by unlikely circumstances, odd coincidences, and unexpected, unmerited grace.
Even so, it took decades and drastic events to finally lead my stubborn, hard head to God and proper Catholicism.
And I look upon my children with awe.
These little people; so smart, so free and fearless and honest in their natures. And naughty and rebellious too, as all people who can amount to something invariably are.
Piglet just turned a little while back and her verbal skills are off the charts. And they were so a year ago already. As my wife put it:
“I’ll miss telling people she’s two.” Because the way she conversed even a year ago was astonishing for a two year old.
The little Viking is…quietly and far-reaching in his thoughts. He may seem like a rough and rumble little raider just waiting for his longship so he can go plunder weaker people, but his thoughts are deep and surprising. He asked me in depth about Jesus and other times about the stars in the sky and how our planet works, and he’s observant, and notices hypocrisy and nonsense in people and tells me about it. I never schooled him in any of that. He loves guns and swords, and again, I never pushed it on him. When he was barely 2 years old a couple of years ago he would pick up L-shaped sticks and say he got a gun. I wasn’t even sure where he’d seen one to know what they were.
My eldest daughter has no interest in guns but has a facility with numbers, math and technology that has already surpassed mine in many respects. The second-eldest might as well be a lawyer the way she will try to argue herself out of anything you try to rope her into, and the littlest one is already showing she has a one track mind that definitely has my DNA, since she will not hesitate or deviate from what she wants, but also the ability to be very will.
Children truly are a blessing from God. And if you see that, you will be a better father or mother. If not, less so. And if you are the kind to harm these little ones, then Jesus was absolutely right: you’d have been better being drowned in the sea. Because if God is Justice, and He is, what awaits you in the after life, as well as this one, if you meet the right kind of man, is, indeed, a Hell you cannot even begin to imagine. So tremble, so-called “elite”. Because nothing can make you escape what awaits you.
Little People
If you are in your twenties and don’t have children, do not let the zeitgeist fostered upon you from birth deceive you into deciding not to have any.
The most difficult aspect of raising children is doing it alone or with the wrong person.
In your twenties, you are not likely to make good decisions concerning life partners unless you have an exceedingly good head on your shoulders. And yet… this year alone, I have been invited to three weddings of men and their fiancé’s all of whom are in their twenties.
They all DO have uncommonly wise heads on their shoulders. One of them I know really well having spent rime working on the farm with him, and the other two I spent a long time getting to know over skype or email. Unfortunately I could not attend any of their weddings, but two of the couples came to visit me and the third being in the USA plans to do so in die course.
Having spent years training men in various things ranging from martial arts to investigative work, I get a sense about people, and as I said, I rate each of them as “high in wisdom” if we were to reduce them to D&D characters.
They DO all have one thing in common:
They are hardcore Catholics. Sedevacantist all.
It is an important point, because a REAL belief in Catholicism means that marriage is for life. Not paid lip service to. Not “hope it works out,” but real and deep commitment. Each of these young men spent months getting to know the young women they hoped to marry, and made their decision in the full knowledge that their choice was until death do them part, and ensured their wife-to-be was also baptised, Catechised and understood what being Catholic entailed.
If you have the right person with you, the hardship of parenthood is shared and if you are not an idiot, and you pay attention to your baby son or baby daughter, you will see they are fascinating.
Each one with their own innate character.
And whatever hardship you may need to face for your children does not, in fact, feel like a hardship. It feels a bit like winning a fight or a battle. If you don’t have it in you to love another human being more than your own life, then, you absolutely should not, ever, have children.
If, on the other hand, you realise the primary purpose of marriage is to raise children, and the primary purpose of your life is to perpetuate the species, then, by all that is good, make children.
I certainly don’t regret in any way having 5 of them, and though I started late, if God so wills it, we may well have more. A family friend that is my age, though started a little earlier, has 8 of them. I do think my life has been blessed in so many ways, though you can’t see it while you’re going through gut wrenching heartache, later, you see how even this horrific moments, if they had not happened, would not have led you down other roads.
My own life path is so absurdly convoluted, and the decisions that led me down one road instead of another so seemingly arbitrary, certainly to an outsider anyway, that no sane thread could probably be imagined by most. And yet, the choices I made at any given time were the ones I always would have made, because of who I am, what I value, and what matters and what does not, to me.
Seen from that perspective, then, choices that would lead someone like me down a dark path were usually avoided by unlikely circumstances, odd coincidences, and unexpected, unmerited grace.
Even so, it took decades and drastic events to finally lead my stubborn, hard head to God and proper Catholicism.
And I look upon my children with awe.
These little people; so smart, so free and fearless and honest in their natures. And naughty and rebellious too, as all people who can amount to something invariably are.
Piglet just turned a little while back and her verbal skills are off the charts. And they were so a year ago already. As my wife put it:
“I’ll miss telling people she’s two.” Because the way she conversed even a year ago was astonishing for a two year old.
The little Viking is…quietly and far-reaching in his thoughts. He may seem like a rough and rumble little raider just waiting for his longship so he can go plunder weaker people, but his thoughts are deep and surprising. He asked me in depth about Jesus and other times about the stars in the sky and how our planet works, and he’s observant, and notices hypocrisy and nonsense in people and tells me about it. I never schooled him in any of that. He loves guns and swords, and again, I never pushed it on him. When he was barely 2 years old a couple of years ago he would pick up L-shaped sticks and say he got a gun. I wasn’t even sure where he’d seen one to know what they were.
My eldest daughter has no interest in guns but has a facility with numbers, math and technology that has already surpassed mine in many respects. The second-eldest might as well be a lawyer the way she will try to argue herself out of anything you try to rope her into, and the littlest one is already showing she has a one track mind that definitely has my DNA, since she will not hesitate or deviate from what she wants, but also the ability to be very will.
Children truly are a blessing from God. And if you see that, you will be a better father or mother. If not, less so. And if you are the kind to harm these little ones, then Jesus was absolutely right: you’d have been better being drowned in the sea. Because if God is Justice, and He is, what awaits you in the after life, as well as this one, if you meet the right kind of man, is, indeed, a Hell you cannot even begin to imagine. So tremble, so-called “elite”. Because nothing can make you escape what awaits you.
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