To be "written in blood," meant (and still means) to make binding. God himself called the New Testament, written in His blood, an everlasting testament.
Martyrs are now passé—for the Synodalist Church, that is.
Martyrs spilled their blood for Truth come down from Heaven. For the Synodalist, there is no truth, only transactional process.
Who would die for that?
For the Synodalist, truth is an antediluvian embarrassment—and so are martyrs.
To the chagrin of faithful Catholics, the Synodal Church marches forward. Any religion worth its salt cringes at the sandbox therapeutics of this comedy parading as Catholicism.
Our one consolation is that its only appeal lay in the tony salons of the outré theological gentry. They pride themselves as standing aloof from the smelly Catholic hoi polloi who still clutch their rosaries and prayer books, standing on confessional lines in heartfelt contrition. Synodalists and their fellow travelers such as America,The National Catholic Reporter, and the elite Catholic universities have been birthing a New Christianity, one not shackled to a spent millennial past. These Bright Young Things (forgive me, Mr. Waugh) are no longer victims to a literal Gospel which takes God at His word. Part of their sparkle is a proud new revision of the Gospel page, unimpeded by the rude objectivity of the past.
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