One Lord, One World, No. 12 of 16 No. 12 of 16

The National Broadcasting Company During the next half-hour, the National Broadcasting Company and its affiliated independent stations have made their facilities available to the National Council of Catholic Men as a public service for the presentation of the Catholic Hour. Today, Monsignor Scheme will deliver the twelfth in a series of sixteen adressives under the General Title I, Lord, I, Word. The choir of the Church of the Blessed Sacrament New York City, under the direction of Warren Foley, will provide music in the spirit of Lattari Sunday. Today the Church lightens the penitential sombriness of the Lattin season by a day of contemplative joy. The mood of Lattari Sunday is expressed by the choir as its sings Jerusalem Turn thee to the Lord from Oratorio Gallia. Jerusalem Turn thee to the Lord by God, O Jerusalem, O Jerusalem, O Jerusalem, O Jerusalem, O Jerusalem, O Jerusalem Turn thee to the Lord by God, O Jerusalem, O Jerusalem, O Jerusalem, O Jerusalem, O Jerusalem Turn thee to the Lord by God, O Jerusalem, O Jerusalem, O Jerusalem, O Jerusalem, O Jerusalem, O Jerusalem Turn thee to the Lord by God, O Jerusalem, O Jerusalem, O Jerusalem, O Jerusalem, O Jerusalem, O Jerusalem Turn thee to the Lord by God, O Jerusalem, O Jerusalem, O Jerusalem, O Jerusalem, O Jerusalem Turn thee to the Lord by God, O Jerusalem, O Jerusalem, O Jerusalem, O Jerusalem, O Jerusalem, O Jerusalem, O Jerusalem, O Jerusalem, O Jerusalem, O Jerusalem, O Jerusalem, O Jerusalem, O Jerusalem, O Jerusalem, O Jerusalem, O Jerusalem, O The right reverend Monsignor Fulton Jay Sheen now addresses the Catholic-Hour-Orients. Monsignor Sheen has entitled today's talk the fourth word to the cross, a word to the intelligentsia, Monsignor Sheen, Friends, every age has its intelligence here, and by the intelligence here we hear me not the educated, but those who have been educated beyond their intelligence. A sponge can hold so much water, a person can hold so much education. When the point of saturation is reached in either, the sponge becomes a drip and the person a bore. All the intelligence here are proud because of the alleged superiority which their learning gives them. The judgment of others is based on what they know rather than on conscience. Religion they judge by their own standards, and whenever they write on the subject of religion they always entitle their articles, my idea of religion. They never inquire about God's idea of religion. They judge religion by whether or not it corresponds to their views on politics. The face of real learning they talk comparative religion. The face of simple faith they mock and sneer. To them the whole mark of culture is to be irreligious. They once doubted the existence of God, but nothing else. Now they doubt even their own doubts. What impact does the cross make upon them? One needs only go to their intellectual progenitors to study their reaction. The fourth word addressed to the cross of our Lord came from the intelligence of His time. The chief priest describes in the Pharisees. Coming up to the cross they addressed the fourth word to it. They said, He saved others. Him's healthy cannot save. If He be the king of Israel let Him come down from the cross and we will believe Him. He trusted in God. Let Him deliver Him. He will have Him, for He said, I am the Son of God. The intelligentsia always know enough about religion to distort it. Hence they took each of the three titles which are Lord had claimed for Himself. Savior, king of Israel, and Son of God, and they turned them into ridicule. First Savior. Now they could admit that He had saved others. Probably the daughter of Giorus, the son of the widow of Na'im and Lazarus. They could afford to admit it now. For the Savior Himself stood in need of salvation. He saved others. They said, He himself He cannot save. To them the conclusive miracle was still lacking. The poor fools. Of course He cannot save Himself. The rain cannot save itself if it is to bud the greenery. The sun cannot save itself if it is to light the world. And the soldier cannot save himself if he is to save his country. And Christ cannot save himself if he is to save all men. King of Israel, they said. That title the crowd gave Him after He fed the multitude and fled into the mountains alone. They repeated it again on Palm Sunday when they strewed branches beneath His feet. And now that title they mocked as they snared, if He be the king of Israel let Him come down from the cross. Stalled the kings of earth be seated on golden thrones. Maybe here was a king who decided to rule from across. To be king not of bodies through power but of hearts through love. Their own literature was full of the idea of a king who had come to glory through the imagination. How foolish then to mock at king because he refuses to come down from his throne. And if he did come down they would be the first to say as they had said before He did it through the power of the Elsybaba. Son of God. He trusted in God. They said, let God deliver Him, if He will have Him. For He said, I am the Son of God. You religious forces have their holidays in moments of great catastrophes. In wartime they ask, where is thy God now? Why is it that in time of trouble it is always God that is put on trial and not man? Why in this war should judge and culprit change places? As man asks, why does God not stop the war? To all the good on earth who have been mocked because of their faith in God I say, you are not without an example. That's near that you receive in your office because out of love for this good friday the passion of your Lord you abstain from me to on friday. The turned up lips in the barbed laughter you suffer because of your loyalty to the church. The ridicule of your fellow soldiers as you kneel at your coffin the barracks and pray. All these are but echoes of the taunts your Lord received on Calvary. But He did not come down from His cross. He said, be glad and rejoice for your reward is very great in heaven. But why does not He who was the morning star put out the darkness of this hour? Because this is the moment when He wills to make a tonement for the sins of men, the essence of sin is twofold. It involves a turning from God and a turning to creatures. So He was without sin now wills to feel these two effects of sin. Because sin involves turning to creatures He suffers at the hands of men. Once sin involves a turning from God He permits Himself to feel divine abandonment. As in the midst of the rusts being mockery He cries with a loud voice, my God, my God, why? Why hast thou abandoned me? This was His answer to the intelligence. He was talking about sin, not knowledge. Sin is a separation from God. Sin is supreme loneliness. Sin separates man from God and man from man. And this disruptive power of sin which is permanent in hell, our Lord now allows to devastate us in most soul that He might suffer what we deserve for our sins. That fellowship between God and man which was broken by sin He now feels as His own. For His cry reveals that the essence of sin is not a mission? It is a dismissal that is what sin deserves, mockery from men rejection by God. Such is the worm and the fire of hell. Creatures run out of love when they are mocked and betrayed. They touch bottom and they say, I washed my hands of you. Love refuses to leave the sinner even in sin. We have no expression for the opposite of washing our hands of a person except the words of our Isaiah's. The Lord had to lay upon Him the iniquity of our soul. To bear sin meant to go on loving even in the midst of a crucifixion. I can go on standing despite that love for I am free. But when I see our Lord still loving me when I crucify Him, when I see Him still praying to God for me even when I abandon Him, never losing faith in me though I lose faith in Him, by that very fact I am made penitent for how can I go on sinning in face of love like this? I may not be at the end of my journey, but I am at the end of my rebellion, a child sins serious, the mother suffers because of that sin, and the suffering varies in direct relationship to her love and the gravity of the sin. Because the son loves the child, and the mother loves the child, rather she cannot let that child suffer the effects of sin alone. She enters into it, she shares it. If the child sees the mother suffering, the child will be drawn to penitence, then the mother can forgive. When our Lord so loves us, that He took our sins upon Himself as if He were guilty, and draws us freely to repentance by the price He paid to save us. Hence forgiveness is no glib thing. The cross was the supreme expression of the righteousness of God. If the redemption of man were done without cost, it would enslave us. For no man with a sense of justice wants to be let off. It would insult God, where the whole Marlordre founded on justice would be impugned. The cross is the eternal proof that now sin is forgiven through indifference. God's safeguards His justice, even at the very moment that He forgives. The whole ye light sheep have gone astray. Everyone has turned his own way. And He, who knew no sin, he have made sin for us, that we might be made the justice of God in Him. And I wonder in the light of that word from the cross, if the modern hatred of religion is not to a great extent determined by the way men live. Do not men delude themselves by making the creed fit the way they live, rather than making the way they live fit the creed? Is not the modern mockery of religion, but the vain attempt to ignore it? Why is it that the intelligentsia are more interested in destroying faith in others than in giving others their own insertitude? The intelligentsia have told others that to believe in God is foolishness. But what wisdom do they give us as substitute? Why is it they never think of making anyone better? Not only why is her recordings of her own judgment. A few years ago I instructed a young man in one of the large colleges of the East, a college incidentally that was found that to teach religion. His classmate chose to ridicule him by buying rosaries, swinging them before his eyes as they passed him on the campus. Inside of the intelligentsia mock. In the face of facts like this one really asks himself if learning brings understanding. Hence a few special words of pleading to the intelligentsia. Even in the darkness of your soul you feel disquiet and your conscience haunt you. Think not that that is due to any psychological explosions from an unconscious or subconscious mind. It is the call of God. As you lie awake at night and ponder over your sins, for darkness brings out one's own darkness. As you mourn the loss of relatives and friends and ponder on the problem of death, as you feel stirred by the purity sacrificed in faith of others even when you ridicule. As you try to throw off a thousand qualms of conscience a day, ask yourself what these promptings really are. They are actual graces, divine solicitations, beckoning calls of the shepherd to loss sheep. Do not frustrate them then by introducing speculative questions as did the woman of the well. For the root of your discontent is in your morals, not in your minds. If some of you have been away from the sacraments for twenty years or more, stop justifying your rebellion against God by false reasons saying that you no longer believe in confession. Yes you do. Your quasi-intellectual opposition is a camouflage for your moral cowardice. You are afraid to face your sins so you attack the church. Get down on your knees. Humble yourself before God. Make a holy hour every day, every Jew and Protestant and Catholic and spend it. It is a great day. Good morning, Mass. For a long and a half hour. Send for this little book that on friends. Teach you how to be friends with yourself, with neighbor and with God. God knows your loneliness. He frothered on the cross. He knows your needs. He barked them on Calvary. Love has not passed you by. It is only the bowl of human affection that you drank dry, not the chalice of salvation. And they humble and contrite heart. The Savior will never reject. May you then pray in the language of the ancient prayer. Lord make me an instrument of eyepiece. Where there is hatred, let me so love. Where there is injury, pardon. Where there is doubt, faith. Where there is despair, hope. Where there is darkness, light, and where there is sadness, joy. Who divine Master grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled as to console. To be understood as to understand. To be loved as to love. For it is in giving that we receive. It is in pardon that we are pardoned. And it is in dying that we are born to eternal life. God love you. We have just heard Monsignor Sheen deliver an address entitled, the fourth word to the cross, a word to the angelic television here. Our listeners may obtain a copy of this talk by writing to the National Council of Catholic Men Washington, D.C., or to the station which they are now listening. The most famous of the Lenten hymns of the church is the Stab at Mottor. The choir sings the Chiest Homo. Who is he who would not weep from henchill setting of this great poem of meditation? The choir sings the Chiest Homo. The choir sings the Chiest Homo. The choir sings the Chiest Homo. Who is just who? We don't remember. The choir sings the Chiest Homo. We don't remember. We are who is just who? We don't remember. We are who is just who? We are who? And now we invite all those listening to join Monsignor Sheen in offering up this prayer in time of war. O Lord Jesus Christ, who in thy mercy hear us the prayers of sinners, for forth we beseech thee all grace and blessing upon our country and its citizens. We pray in particular for the President, for our Congress, for all our soldiers, for all who defend us in ships, whether on the seas or in the skies, for all who are suffering the hardships of war. We pray for all who are in peril or in danger. Bring us all after the crumbles of this life into the haven of peace, and reunite us all together forever O dear Lord, in thy glorious heavenly kingdom. O dear Lord, in thy glorious kingdom. Monsignor Sheen will be with us again next Sunday at this famed time when he will speak on the fifth word to the cross, a word de-sceptics. The choir of the Church of the Blessed Sacrament will present a musical program. We invite you to be with us then. O Lord Jesus Christ, who in thy glorious heavenly kingdom. O Lord Jesus Christ, who in thy glorious kingdom. O Lord Jesus Christ, who in thy glorious kingdom. The musical on today's program was directed by Warren Foley. Your announcer is John Patrick Costello. The National Council of Catholic Men has presented the Catholic Hour through the facilities of the National Broadcasting Company and its independent affiliated stations, which have been made available as a public service, and as a contribution to the religious life of America. 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