Marcin Bogdan: Resurrection 2026

" already wipe distant the tears of the weeping and the sorrows of the heart.

All believers in Christ, rejoice, rejoice.

For he has risen from power,

As he foretold. Hallelujah’

How do we get our regrets out of our hearts, how do we rejoice, how do we rejoice erstwhile Poland, our homeland, sinks in debt and loses sovereignty? How can we not regret how to rejoice and rejoice erstwhile the Polish Bishops, on the eve of Passover Eve, address faithful words that undermine the foundations of Catholic religion and the only way to salvation that leads through the Passion and Resurrection of the boy of God, Jesus Christ? How can we take our heart distant from regret, how to rejoice, how to rejoice, erstwhile the planet is at war, and the Israeli police prevent the Latin Patriarch of Jerusalem, Cardinal Pierbattist Pizzaballi, and the curator of the Holy Land, Father Francesco Ielpo, from entering Palm Sunday into the Basilica of the Lord's Sepulch in Jerusalem? In synagogues and mosques, up to 50 people could gather, and 2 persons were not allowed into the Basilica of the Sepulchre. «For where there are 2 or 3 gathered in my name, there I am among them» [Matthew 18,20]. Christ was not allowed into the Basilica of the Lord's Sepulchre. How can we get out of the heart of regret, how to rejoice, how to rejoice, erstwhile in the modern planet before Christ the door closes erstwhile Christ in the modern planet becomes Persona non grata? How can we keep our hearts open? How to rejoice and rejoice?

Ladies and gentlemen, dear Readers,

May the Risen Christ bless each of you and give hope that the Polish semper fidelis, always faithful, will not be able to experience priests like the venerable servant of God Bishop Sigismund Łozinski's coat of arms Lubicz during these hard times. Sigismund Łozinski as the Minsk bishop in the fall of 1918 visited the parishes in the Bobrian area of Berezin. He besides came to Wończa to sacrifice the chapel, built by the efforts of Poles surviving there. He gave a sermon that Florian Czarniszewicz described years later in his fresh "Nadberesińcy". May these words of Bishop Zygmunt Łoziński, which have fallen deep into the heart of the writer, ignite in your hearts the flame of hope for a better tomorrow. After all, hope always dies last. Let's not let her die.

Sermon of Bishop Zygmunt Łoziński from the fresh “Nadberesińcy” by Florian Czarniszewicz

My children!

I greet you from my diocese, from your brothers from the Matrix, and thank you for your pleasant surprise. How kind to God, I sincerely say: you have given me a large surprise! Having taken the watchman entrusted to me by the Holy See, I rushed to your side, reasoning that in specified a faraway place from my seat, the tares, sown by Christ's enemies, would be accepted, that I would find you doubtful of the power and justice of God, inclined to service Satan. I was in a hurry to support, but I am convinced that the further east is the greater religion in the nation. The religion I see in Voncza may be a model for Christians of the full Republic. This temple erected in specified a troubled and ungodly time, these ornaments: the millet wheel and the 2 rainbows are made of millions of flowers, which even the king of the crown would be moved, it is your gathering with children and old men and these flames in your eyes that fill my heart with specified a large deal of blissful feelings that I cannot even utter. Only a priesthood in young years received, I had as much joy as I have now; it will only give the parent of her birth as much gratitude as I feel to you for your faith. I see that your religion is like a volcano of heat and like a stone of strength. Thank you for her.

As a priest, I thank you for your religion in Christ and as a Pole for your religion in Poland. Like godliness, you can be a model of patriotism. In no area of our Kresów have I met specified a number of Polish schools, created by the nation's own initiative, I have not heard of any organization of self-education of adults, which has been established in the area here, in no area have I seen specified densely uniforms of Polish soldiers or specified unity and brotherhood in the nation and hope in the resurrection of Poland.

When I return from the tour, I will go to Warsaw and tell the present government, nevertheless not yet liberated Poland. I will say before the Regency Council: -There is simply a strong fire in Poland at the far end, at the interface of the Minsko-Mohilev lands. It is severely damaged by long captivity and severe persecution, and it is uncommon already – like this forest exposed to the cold lute, crazy storms, long dryness, but what is left is healthy in the trunk, strong in the root, resistant to any temptation. A uncommon but faithful Matrix, spiritually tight. I will say to the members of her, "What are the superiors and leaders of the Nation, be glad that you have good sons and faithful defenders at the farthest station. Enjoy it, but don't forget them either. erstwhile the Nation breaks the shackles, erstwhile the surveyors and carpenters set out to build the border of Poland, remind them of the old city, do not let the parkan stand in the depths of the Republic. Do not take advantage of the land associated with the matrix of the five-century tradition, do not leave the sons of your full soul to be destroyed, ready for the top sacrifices, do not ignore the forest, which, although uncommon in healthy trees, has many trunks of freshly wilted, or freshly broken, which after the dam of harmful winds, after the rain and the heat of the sun's rays, will inactive revive, or the branches of the roots will let go.

That's what I'll tell them. And I believe steadfastly, as in the fact that the captivity of the Nation is already ending, that Poland will emergence up and grow up the good will of the fellow tribes in the erstwhile power and glory, as in the power and justice of God – so that the matrix of good sons will not forget.

But my children, you should endure in specified religion until your fathers come for you. Hold on till the end. You are faced with the anticipation of fresh painful trials and experiences. There is simply a black cloud in the east – a large cloud, wild, dangerous. A cloud of ungodly plague, moral decay, iniquity; a cloud of fire, execution of barbarism. possibly she'll convert here.

Today it is supported by the pillar of the German armed power. A philar seemingly granite, invincible. But God's unexplored judgments: present he gives 1 power and power--tomorrow he receives it and in the weak he turns large into nothing, the small ones to the advanced places; present he allows 1 nations to regulation the half world--tomorrow he turns into slaves of yesterday's servants. Sometimes centuries of power lasts, they seem invincible, and here you look – at the same time it spreads like this pollen behind the breeze. That's how the Moscow power fell, that's how the German power could fall. And then that cloud of Bolshevik barbary on your land will fall. On your land will fall with all its burden and against you, allies of fighting for Poland's independence, against you defenders of Christianity, the full satanic property will be directed forward.

Your hearts are dead... True, grandparents, bitter is simply a cup to drink, but there is no request to despair, you should take this burden with courage worthy of actual Christians. I'm telling you to prepare yourselves in advance. Do not be afraid – you will not die. Your ancestors have survived specified a plague. Christ himself and His parent watch over you, who do not forget that she is the Queen of the Polish Crown and that the people of the Republic are in his care. Turn to her in hard times, and to her besides in the present sense of fear.

The closing of the sermon, which Bishop Zygmunt Łozinski gave in Wończy close Bobrujska, Florian Czarniszewicz described as follows:

Here he turned to the altar, kneeled and infused the Loretian Lithians. He who was only in the crowd joined with all the power of his breasts to the second. Not only the chapel, but even the buildings standing close shook from respective 1000 cries. It was not just singing to celebrations where a man, although proceeding a note most frequently miss, feels any joy in his heart and a blissful inspiration; here was a lamentation and lamentation of a desperate, shaking soul. It has been so long since this celebration, and yet, as shortly as I hear the singing of the litany somewhere, or the very note thereof, in the thought of the yearning of the native land, I will always remember, it is as if I see a gathering of brothers, as if I hear their begging pathetic and all time tears are standing in my eyes. Oh, my God!

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