During my visit to Wisconsin in August, I was taken to see the shrine dedicated to “Our Lady of Guadalupe.” What I saw was an eye opener, to say the least. That such a place should have been opened with only a handful of Christians from Pilgrims Covenant Church bearing witness against this idolatry and to the truth as it is in Christ Jesus, is a sad commentary on the state of Evangelicalism in the United States of America.The centre consists of a number of buildings that have been built using the most exquisite materials by expert craftsmen. A building dedicated to the unborn was in the process of being built. “Our Lady of Guadalupe” is proclaimed as the” Patroness of The Unborn.” Evangelicals, who campaign against abortion along side Roman Catholics should be aware that by so doing they are promoting, or at least granting credence to Mariolatry. Some people are so intent on opposing abortion that they are blind to the fact that they are, by association, promoting something that is an abomination in the sight of a thrice - holy God.
As I have already intimated, no expense has been spared in erecting this shrine. I understand that the entrance doors to the church building cost $40,000 dollars. The amount of money spent on this building exposes the hypocrisy of the RC church as it poses as the champion of the poor. This is of course consistent with Roman Catholic practice since the Vatican holds hundreds, if not thousands, of priceless treasures and the “Servant of Servants”, as the Popes like to style themselves, live in a thousand roomed palace. Why a bachelor should require so much space is a mystery. In fact, it has always been Roman Catholic practice to impress the people with hugely ornate buildings gaudy vestments and elaborate rituals. This is the essence of outward religion, as practised by the Pharisees, namely, outward show and mere display, whereas God desires truth in the inward parts.
The church building is certainly an impressive building. The altar seems to be a miniature version of the one at St Peter’s in Rome. Four beautiful coloured and highly polished marble columns support a canopy above the altar. High up on the walls written in Latin in letters of gold are various titles that Rome ascribes to Mary. One title I had never seen or heard of before described her as “Mother of Creation.” There isn’t one inscription in praise of her son, the Lord Jesus Christ. This again is consistent with Rome’s veneration of her Goddess. In a decade of the Rosary there are nines prayers to Mary and one repetition of the Lord’s Prayer with an occasional “Glory Be” thrown in.
Another building houses a pyramid of coloured glass bowls in which lighted candles are placed. A series of stain glass windows depict various Mariolatry shrines around the world, including Knock in Ireland. I remarked to the woman in charge that I was born very close to that place. I told her that I did not go along with Mary worship. My trust is in the finished work of the Lord Jesus Christ. Her reply was to the effect that everyone to their own belief.
In the grounds there has been laid out the fourteen Stations of the Cross, so called. Various scenes and objects are depicted along the way. One is a statute of a Mohawk Indian nun who has been canonised. On the lapel of her dress a turtle has been carved. The Mohawks regard the turtle as sacred. This again is typical of the RC religion in that they are quite happy to allow pagan religious practices to be incorporated into their ritual. This is not to be wondered at since most Roman Catholic beliefs, which are at variance with the Scriptures, are from pagan sources. This includes Mariolatry that is nothing else than the worship of the pagan goddesses by another name.It is heartbreaking to see so many sincere people caught up in this devilish practice. Modern day Evangelicals talk much about love but if they really had the love of God in them they would be offended by this Christ dishonouring monstrosity in their midst. If they had divine love they would be concerned for the countless thousands of Roman Catholics perishing in their sins, trusting in a person who cannot hear their prayers and is powerless to do anything if she could.
It is to be hoped that true Christians will regularly bear witness outside this shrine to the truth as it is in Christ Jesus and against this monstrous and devilish lie.
(Some photos taken from the shrine web site.)
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Some time ago now I visited the Vatican, whilst on holiday in Rome. I asked the museum curator if the statuets, on the shelf in front of him, were what they represented themselves to be, the twelve disciples. He affirmed that they were. So I asked him again. He looked at me and said, "Yes." I then said, "Tell me something, why is it that they are dressed in Roman togas?" One embarassed curate.
Everywhere in Rome there are hideous columns and statues that have symbols of Roman Catholicism added to them. They look so out of place.
Rome is a very degenerate place and everywhere you look open displays of pornography adorn the newspaper kiosks, plastered all over the outside of them along with other material that should never be displayed, should be burnt along with the shops that such things are set up to stock.
The beggars physically assault you if they see you standing in a queue, pull at your arms; the police will, if they see you taking pictures, take your camera off you; the local thieves, the police openly admit, are associated with the Vatican. All-in-all the place is wretched where you are advised to put all your valuables inside your inner pockets and to secure your pockets with safety pins. I could go on about the filth and squaller of the place where arguing over everything is the norm.
Some Christian establishment. The only good thing was the amusing journey home on Saddam Coaches. A battered old bus with now windows, just curtains blowing in the breeze. Very reminissent of those buses that go across the desert, all the innerds torn out. One was almost tempted to cry out to another passenger, "Come on now, skip, we shall make it. Upper lip, and all that. Remember we are British. What! What! We shall soon by back in blitey, in time for tea and a square off."
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