“Sing to the Lord, all the earth. Let no one separate; let no one cut himself off. You are the wheat; bear with the chaff until it is winnowed away. Do you want to be driven from the threshing floor[?] Although you are wheat, once outside, the birds of the air shall find you and gobble you up. What is more, that you should leave and fly away is proof that you were but chaff: and because you were without weight, when the wind blew, you were carried off from under the feet of the oxen. But they who are wheat, bear with the treading out. They are happy because they are grain; they grieve amidst the chaff, they wait for Him Whose fan is in His hand, Whom they know is their Redeemer [Qui autem triticum sunt, ferunt trituram; gaudent, quia grana sunt, gemunt inter paleam, exspectant ventilatorem, quem cognoscunt redemptorem].”
Quick update: I’m still not done with part 3 of “The Battle Within”. As you can imagine, some of my posts take quite a while to prepare, and we’re wrapping up the first quarter of the first semester at school, so my life is a torrent of protests (“You mean those assignments were part of our grade?”), shocked emails (“But my son tells me he always pays attention!”), grudgingly sober muttering (“I did my work…”), and, for my part, tedious grade revisions (“Where did I leave my FBI application again?”).
As for the elusive part 3, I think it will be worth the wait on your part. That’s not a boast, just a sort of thank you for your patience and prayers.
“If you wish to convert anyone to the fullness of the knowledge of Our Lord and of His Mystical Body, then teach him the Rosary. One of two things will happen. Either he will stop saying the Rosary — or he will get the gift of faith.”
–– Venerable Archbishop Fulton Sheen, The World’s First Love