Poem: “It Is Our Own Who Are The First To Throw The Stone”

Poem: “It Is Our Own Who Are The First To Throw The Stone”

Eric Gajewski

From the work, "Fortress of the Soul"

Over the past years it has become quite obvious to me that we are our own worst enemies.  By this, I mean, so called, traditionalists, pushing away potential converts to the Catholic Religion. I can recall one time an older lady in the neo-sspx saying that a harlot shouldn't even be in the Church if she was "not fully converted". As if this blind soul herself were her own Magesterium of Conversion. What blindness of some "self afflicted souls" which spreads like  a disease throughout social media and in the Churches.

Recently, I have been attacked (yet again) in regards to my adult ministry. It is no secret and no deception that I work with females in the adult industry (pornographic actresses, escorts, dancers, strippers, harlots, prostitutes, etc).  It is of such that our Lord came for. I was the male version of some of these ladies and I was given a second chance to "get my act together" and so it is with great pleasure as apart of this life long work and penance to work with, teach, admonish and direct these young ladies out of a life of impurity, immodesty and vanity into a consistent life of grace. The more and more I deal with certain traditionalists the more I see the faces of the "Pharisees" upon them and quite honestly I want nothing to do with them and will pray for them. 

 I have numerous females from this way of life following my work on all of my social media outlets.  I will remind you all you are not their judge nor me so lay down the stone. Many of you speak publicly on things you do not know nor understand because your heart is far away from the Sacred Heart still searching yourself. I have seen a good number of hearts change (convert to Catholic Faith) over the years and I will continually to pray for these young ladies and all those living a life in the flesh. I will cover the "Tradisee" (traditionalist pharisee) in full detail in my book but for now another poem and reminder of how souls are being "turned of and away" by certain behaviors.  In close, If you do not like me nor the work I do.....you know where the door is friends....

Please play the video and listen as you read the poem... 

“It Is Our Own Who Are The First To Throw The Stone”

Your heart is hardened, colder than the dead of winter

And in this mess, this great Church crisis

Thou heart is found bankrupt and is closed for business

Where has it gone O’ sinner?

It is thee who in pride put the Crown upon His Head and press

It is thy own thorns which scorn Holy Religion altogether

Ye knowest all the doctrine but have not His Heart no less

Ye bless only those who do so in return

Wouldst thou now like to confess?

Ye prevent the “closed up” flower from ever budding

By your own shortcomings and interior distress

You would withhold thy heart by not ever extending thy hand

Therefore, I ask thee, who is really the adulteress?

It is thy heart too which needest the Medicine

It is you too who hiddenly drudge along bound by life’s “stress”

Hast not the self worn on thee long enough?

O’ ye say thou art a “traditionalist”

Let me roll out the red carpet…

So that thee mayest trample upon yet another for thou art really callous

Thou knowest not His Sacred Heart and His tenderness

Who hast come to unlock hearts and yet you would only prevent

By your own hidden blindness and malice

It is you who speak of God and yet cling inwardly to self

Why is it conversion Ye detest?

Ye who think ye haveth all the answers to the test

Thou failest…

Ye whose own home, thy heart, is not fit to be called an eagles nest

Ye who makest no time whatsoever for the sinner yet think you are the best

Ye who talk aimlessly on the surface about church dogma

Wilst poor and without the “Living Fire” beneath thy breast

What is this? O’ what does the eagle from above further see?

What is the “ugly” that prevents a soul’s potential beauty?

It is nigh not the enemy

Who prevents those locked in sins prison awaiting eagerly to be set free

Nigh, no….

It is sadly but our own and not the Pharisee

Which often prohibits the sinner from ever wanting to change

In the hearts longing to journey up the Mountain called God’s mercy

Wherest two might be One and forever be engaged

In this silent meeting, forever to dine intimately

Yea, it is, I, who point the bony finger at thee, O’ Tradisee

You bid the devils work with each rock acquired

And you who are ready to cast first

With hearts thy self unsteady, screaming silently all alone

For it truly is our own, who, prevent the sheep, from coming back into the fold

It is truly our own, who, sit at His Feet, yet who still cannot see

It truly is our own, who, in the end, are the first to throw the stone

 

 Mark 2:16
And the scribes and the Pharisees, seeing that he ate with publicans and sinners, said to his disciples: Why doth your master eat and drink with publicans and sinners?