One True Church🇻🇦

Progressive Catholics treat Catholicism like an elite club where you’re supposed to wink and nod your way through all Church teachings. Then they see Catholic converts who actually *believe* what the Church teaches, and they panic, for they know no one converts for their brand.

The Eucharist is the sacrament of ecclesiastical unity, which is brought about by many being "one in Christ."

In the light of #Easter, let us allow ourselves to be amazed by Christ! Let us allow our hearts to be transformed by his immense love for us! Let those who have weapons lay them down! Let those who have the power to unleash wars choose peace! Not a peace imposed by force, but through dialogue! Not with the desire to dominate others, but to encounter them!

Matthew 15:8 was Christ hammering the Pharisees for their hypocritical traditions that nullified God’s actual commandments—not a swipe at venerating the Crucifix that proclaims His bloody victory over death. The One True Church has honored the Cross since the earliest Fathers as the triumphant sign of redemption (not idolatry, that’s your 16th-century iconoclast fever dream). Your “lips but hearts far” jab lands squarely on those who memorialize a dead Jesus with grape juice while ditching the sacraments, the priesthood, and the Ark you fled. Cope in your rootless echo chamber, heretic

"These people honor me with their lips, but their hearts are far from me." —Matthew 15:8 ✝️📖

Christ didn’t found 40,000 invisible “just-me-and-Jesus” clubs—He built ONE visible Church on Peter with bishops, sacraments, and Tradition. Your “denomination” dodge is just the same old Protestant escape hatch from the Ark you abandoned 500 years ago. Stand outside the Mystical Body and you’re standing against the Head. The One True Church sails on without your driftwood piety, heretic—do better by converting. 🇻🇦

@1TrueChurch @farmingandJesus You… if you’re a Christian, should stand in Christ…. Not in your denomination… Do better, be better…

I take back all I said. Go after all of them with the word of God. Every last one of them. James 4:7-10 Submit yourselves therefore to God. Resist the devil, and he will flee from you. 8 Draw nigh to God, and he will draw nigh to you. Cleanse your hands, ye sinners; and purify your hearts, ye double minded. 9 Be afflicted, and mourn, and weep: let your laughter be turned to mourning, and your joy to heaviness. 10 Humble yourselves in the sight of the Lord, and he shall lift you up.

**Oh, how adorably brain-dead—this Protestant timeline fairy tale about Scripture “predating” the Church.** Newsflash: the Catholic Church *wrote* the New Testament, *preserved* it, and *canonized* it at Hippo (393) and Carthage (397). The Church was already 300 years old, built on Peter, with bishops, sacraments, and Tradition when that council just crushed Arianism. Scripture was read in the *Catholic* liturgy from day one; your “denomination” appeared 1,500 years later to rip pages out and play Bible roulette. cope in your rootless echo chamber, heretic.

@1TrueChurch @farmingandJesus Scripture, was written, and being read through the church, long before your denomination appeared. You should study Constantine, the council of nicea… scripture was in place long before both.

Cute story, but James wasn’t Mary’s biological son any more than your sola scriptura fever dream is Christian doctrine. “Adelphoi” means kinsmen/cousins in Semitic usage, not womb-mates—Mary’s perpetual virginity stands untouched while you rewrite Scripture to smear the Ark of the New Covenant. And that deliberate reordering of 1 Cor 15:5-7 to shove Peter aside for your guilt-trip drama? He appeared first to Mary Magdalene, then Cephas, you dishonest hack. Your “pissed-off sibling” soap opera is just more emotionalist cope to dodge the sacraments and the Church that actually produced the Bible that you butcher. The One True Church doesn’t need your rootless revisionism—run along and cry in your KJV echo chamber, heretic.

Jesus rose from the dead and the first person He went to was His brother who thought He was crazy. Not Peter. Not John. Not the twelve. James. His kid brother. The one who grew up sharing a room with God and didn’t know it. Think about James for a second. His older brother is Jesus. Not “Jesus the Christ.” Not “Jesus the Savior.” Jesus the guy who worked in the carpenter shop and came home smelling like sawdust and sweat. Jesus who snored. Jesus who ate too fast. Jesus who their mother treated different and James never understood why. Because Mary kept her mouth shut. Luke 2:19. She kept all these things and pondered them in her heart. Angels showed up at His birth. Shepherds fell on their faces. Wise men brought gold. And Mary told nobody. She just watched her firstborn grow up in a ghetto in Nazareth and kept the secret in her chest like a coal she couldn’t put down. James didn’t know his brother was God. He knew his brother was weird. He knew his mother looked at Jesus different. He knew Joseph moved the whole family to Egypt when they were little and never fully explained why. He knew that one time his parents lost Jesus at the temple and found Him three days later arguing with rabbis like He owned the place. Twelve years old. Already gone. Then Jesus grew up. Worked the shop. Paid the bills. Because Joseph died — the Bible doesn’t say when but Joseph disappears from the story — and in Jewish custom the eldest son takes over. So Jesus wasn’t posing for paintings in that carpenter shop. He was feeding His family. Putting bread on the table for His mom and His brothers and sisters in a town so poor Nathanael said “can anything good come out of Nazareth?” Then one day He left. Walked away from the shop. Walked away from the family. Left James holding the hammer and the bills and the responsibility for a widowed mother. James was pissed. Mark 3:21. His own family went to collect Him because they said He was out of His mind. That’s James. That’s the brothers. Showing up to bring the crazy one home before He embarrasses the family worse. John 7:5. His brethren did not believe in Him. His own blood. Ate dinner with Him for thirty years. Didn’t believe. Then Wednesday happened. The brother James thought was insane got arrested at night by temple guards. Got beaten until His face swelled shut. Got whipped until His back looked like raw meat. Got nailed to wood and hung up on a garbage hill outside the city. And James had to stand somewhere — maybe in the crowd, maybe at home, maybe hearing it secondhand — and process the fact that the brother he called crazy just died like a criminal. Three days and nights of silence. Three days of James sitting with the guilt of every eye roll. Every argument. Every time he told people “I don’t know what’s wrong with Him.” Every time he showed up to drag Jesus home because He was embarrassing the family name. Then Sunday morning. Jesus rose. Conquered death. Walked out of the tomb. And He went to James. 1 Corinthians 15:7. He appeared to James. Not in a crowd. Not at a distance. He went to His brother. The one who didn’t believe. The one who thought He was crazy. The one who was pissed that He left the family behind. He showed up and let James see the holes in His hands. Matthew 28:10. Go tell my brethren. Not my servants. Not my followers. My brethren. John 20:17. My Father and your Father. My God and your God. He rose to the highest position in the universe and His vocabulary didn’t change. Most men get a promotion and stop returning phone calls. Jesus conquered death and called the brother who doubted Him family. James went from “He’s out of His mind” to leading the church in Jerusalem. James went from trying to drag Jesus home to writing a book of the Bible. James went from skeptic to martyr. They threw him off the temple wall and when he survived the fall they beat him to death with a club. He died for the brother he once thought was insane. That’s what happened when Jesus showed up after the resurrection and said brother. One word changed everything. He’s not calling you servant today. He’s not calling you subject. He’s calling you what He called James. Brother. The same James who didn’t believe. Who rolled his eyes. Who showed up to take Him home. Who sat in the dark for three days choking on regret. He went to THAT guy first. If He went to James, He’ll come to you.

✝️ **He is Risen! Alleluia!** ☀️ This Easter, as the One True Church founded by Christ Himself celebrates the Resurrection, we don’t just remember an empty tomb — we **receive the Risen Lord** Body, Blood, Soul, and Divinity in the Holy Eucharist at every Mass. The fullness of the Resurrection is only found in the Catholic Church and her Sacraments. #Easter #Catholic #Resurrection #RealPresence #OneTrueChurch #HolyMass #Tradition #HeIsRisen

The Church Fathers *built* the Catholic Church Ignatius of Antioch named “Catholic” in 107 AD, with Irenaeus, Cyprian, and the rest unanimously teaching Real Presence, apostolic succession, and Tradition alongside Scripture—doctrines your “reformers” torched for their feel-good solo scriptura fantasy. They cherry-picked quotes while rejecting everything that proved their heresies novel and false. The Fathers didn’t need your 16th-century reboot; they were the living Ark you jumped ship from. Cope in your rootless echo chamber, heretic.

Don't let Roman Catholics and the Orthodox convince you they own the church fathers. The reformers actually used the church fathers to prove Roman Catholics wrong in the Reformation.

One of my favorite details from the resurrection is how the Jewish elders immediately created a rumor and paid bribes to enforce the lie that Jesus’ disciples had stolen His body. What is particularly stupid about their lie is that they had posted guards at the very heavy stone before the tomb. So it wouldn’t even be feasible. But God made easy work of this supposed hurdle by sending angels to scare away or incapacitate the guards and roll the stone away. Early on it must have been jarring to witness Christ’s ruthless rebukes against the Pharisees. But in the moment of the resurrection, it becomes increasingly clear that they literally did serve the devil. They were not just misguided religious zealots who just couldn’t discern if Jesus really came from the Father. They knew Jesus actually had raised from the dead, and they tried to bury the truth anyway. Because, as the Lord rebuked them, they were of their father the devil. “And when they were assembled with the elders, and had taken counsel, they gave large money unto the soldiers, saying, Say ye, His disciples came by night, and stole him away while we slept. And if this come to the governor's ears, we will persuade him, and secure you. So they took the money, and did as they were taught: and this saying is commonly reported among the Jews until this day.” Matthew 28:12-15

Christ's body did not undergo any decay in the tomb. "Now David, after he had served the will of God in his lifetime, fell asleep, was gathered to his ancestors, and did see corruption. But the one whom God raised up did not see corruption." - Acts 13:36-37

The silver Judas sold Jesus for is worth $900-$1300 USD in today’s value Some estimates place it higher (3k-30k) depending on the weight and quality of the silver

Christ is Risen!

Pope Leo XIV leads thousands of faithful in St. Peter’s Square, in singing the Our Father in Latin, at the Holy Sacrifice of the Mass of the Resurrection on Easter Sunday.

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A reminder that the Talmud confesses that God left the temple when Christ died.

Pope Leo XIV on Easter Sunday: “Through the cracks of resurrection that open up in the darkness, Jesus entrusts our hearts to the hope that sustains us: the power of death is not the ultimate destiny of our life. We are oriented once and for all toward fullness, because in the risen Christ we too are risen.”