<div dir="ltr"><div><div><div>link a filmhez: <a href="http://everlastinghills.org/movie/" target="_blank">http://everlastinghills.org/movie/</a><br>
</div>(1 óra 02 perc hosszú - de nagyon érdekes)<br><br>angolul beszélő dokfilm 3 homoszexuálissal, akik megtértek Szodomából, Gomorából !!!!<br><br>férfi(1) észrevette, hogy egy nőbe szerelmes, fokozatosan el tudta hagyni bűnös életét, és ma csodálja Istent nagyságáért<br>
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férfi (2) egy promiszkuis homoszexuális, aki hite szerint isteni csoda révén nem lett AIDS-es, hogy jóvátehesse ahogyan addig élt és a tv-n egy apácát hallgatva megtért a katolikus hitre. Első gyónása: "Mind a 10 parancsolatot, bocsánat, kivéve a "Ne ölj!" parancsát, elkövettem. Uram, húzz vissza engem!"<br>
</div><div><br>hölgy (3) leszbikus hölgy 25 év leszbikus együttélés után, és egy leszbikus egypetéjű ikrek szerelmeskedését látva rádöbbent a rettenetes bűnre, és fokozatosan a katolikus hitre tért. Egy darabig, amíg nem járulhatott az Oltáriszentség vételéhez, csak azt érezte, h. az Oltáriszentség utáni vágya életének a legerősebb vágya<br>
<br></div><div>link a filmhez: <a href="http://everlastinghills.org/movie/" target="_blank">http://everlastinghills.org/movie/</a><br>
</div>(1 óra 02 perc hosszú - de nagyon érdekes)<br><br><br></div>2./ Cikk a filmről alább<br><br><span title="2014-07-22">July 22, 2014</span>
<h1>Our Hearts are Restless</h1>
<span><a href="http://www.crisismagazine.com/author/esolen" target="_blank">Anthony Esolen</a></span>
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<p><b>I have just watched an extraordinary and deeply moving film,</b> soon to be released by the Catholic apostolate Courage, called <a href="http://everlastinghills.org/movie/" target="_blank"><i>Desire of the Everlasting Hills. </i></a>It
is knit together, like a polychronic chorale, from the personal
witnesses of three people, two men and one woman, who have come out of a
life of sexual sin and into the wonderful light of Christ. By
“wonderful” I do not suggest breathless good cheer and drinks all
around. It is a fearful thing to fall into the hands of the living God.
When Peter, James, and John saw the transfigured Lord, they did not
first glow with gregarious good fellowship. They were struck with awe
and fear; and that deep feeling, that sense that in the quiet of the
human conscience the Lord has wrought something like a world ransomed,
or a world destroyed, will be well imparted to the faithful Christian
who views this film.</p>
<p>The particular form of sexual sin to which these three people fell
prey was homosexual in nature. In one or two respects, the form is
significant. The most obvious attack on the castles of the home, the
community, and the church happens now to be coming from that quarter;
and the people in the film experienced from the sin certain kinds of
confusion and suffering that the rest of us sinners may find hard to
imagine. One of the most wrenching moments in the film comes when one of
the men, after hundreds, perhaps thousands, of sexual encounters during
the first fury of the AIDS virus, is persuaded to have himself tested
for it, and he knows, he knows without a doubt, that he is HIV-positive.
But he seems to hear a voice telling him that he is going to live,
because he needs the time to make up for the wrong he has done. The test
comes back, and when the doctor tells him the results, he sees the
words on the doctor’s lips more clearly than he has ever seen anything. <i>You are negative,</i> says the doctor. This happens <i>before </i>he makes his slow and courageous way back to the faith.</p>
<p>There was another moment that made me gasp. The woman—like her
brothers in the film, winsome, intelligent, and attractive, and yet also
possessed of a quick feminine sense of the good in persons—was
attending with her partner a feminist celebration of empowerment, out in
the fields in Georgia. As they were walking along, they came upon two
women on the grass, “loving on each other,” as she puts it, searching
for polite words. When the women turned their heads, she saw with a
shock that they were <i>identical twins. </i>Her conscience woke up
for the moment, and she said to her partner, “Did you see that? Don’t
you think that’s wrong?” The partner, also shaken by the sight, gave a
predictable but revealing reply. “We can’t judge them,” she said,
“because then other people would judge us.”</p>
<p>And we should remember that the inclination to this sin may make
people feel particularly abandoned, in our time especially, when “sexual
identity” is taken as fixed, and when the ordinary ties that used to
bind people to one another, to a place and a history and a way of life,
are so few and so frail. The second man in the film, once he found that
his attraction to other men was not going to go away, did not conclude
that there was no God, but rather that <i>God did not love him. </i>So
whenever he passed the basilica near his home, he would turn to it with
an obscene gesture, flinging it in the face of the loving God he did
not know.</p>
<p>But in a more important sense the form of the sexual sin is not
important. “All have sinned,” says Saint Paul, “and fallen short of the
glory of God.” Jesus came to save sinners, and it is those who know they
are sick who seek the physician, not those who believe they are
healthy. All of us have breathed in the smoke of sin. No one’s flesh is
clean of the char. The revolution in mores and in family life that
struck the west with terrific force within my lifetime has hurt
everyone. That revolution ought never to be called merely sexual. It is
the <i>Lonely Revolution.</i></p>
<p>Think of it. The conjugal act is the foundation of culture itself. It
binds together the man and the woman, as man and woman, as representing
all men and all women, because what they do makes the past present and
ushers in the future; it is like a consummation of all of human history,
and the seedbed of a world to come. This is not mystical thinking but
plain fact. When I was thirteen years old and suddenly realized that I
had changed, my first thought was not, “Now I can find out what is
supposed to be so much fun,” because I hadn’t drunk in the poison. It
was simply, with a quiet astonishment, “Now I can be a <i>father,</i>” meaning, I could enter into a new and permanent world of relationship.</p>
<p>What the Lonely Revolution did, under the cover of words like “love”
and “freedom,” was to detach the sexual from the permanent things. It
was to riddle the permanent with transience. A one-night stand is a kind
of compressed marriage and divorce. To “love the one you’re with,” as
the jauntily vicious song put it, meant to forget the one you weren’t
with. It is to become not a giver of self but a consumer of selves, even
if the selves are willing also to consume and be consumed. It is to use
and to be used, even to be used up. So too every “relationship” which
mimics marriage, but hangs an exit sign over the door. This is not
philosophy. It too is a plain fact.</p>
<p>When my mother and father were married, and for about ten years after
that, more than nine of ten people were married by age twenty five. Now
that number is about one in ten. It isn’t just that people are delaying
and delaying their entrance into the fullness of adult life. It is that
marriageable men and women are harder to find; dating has disappeared;
porn everywhere is a quick and wicked substitute; and parents themselves
have no ground on which to stand and no good advice to give to their
children, because they themselves have divorced, or they do not know
what manhood and womanhood are all about, or they figure that marriages
will just “happen,” like the rain.</p>
<p>The Lonely Revolution could not have come at a worse time, but then,
it could only have gathered force in the world to which it came. For
that world was already one of disintegration. People don’t know their
neighbors. They have detached themselves from the old unifying
institutions of culture, particularly the churches. Their schools are
distant and anonymous. Children hardly play outdoors. Few mothers at
home means few mothers to knit a neighborhood together. Yet we are made
by the God who is Love, for love of Him and one another. What then to
do?</p>
<p>C. S. Lewis once observed that a man may take to drink because he has
failed, and then fail all the more because he drinks. Sexual sin, in
the Lonely Revolution, is like that. You shack up, or go cruising, or
hook up, or whatever the sad term may be, because you are lonely; and
then you feel all the lonelier for having done it, once the thrill fades
or the blood’s rage subsides. A whole society may go in for sexual sin
because people must do something, anything, to keep away the loneliness,
and then become a lonelier society than ever because of it.</p>
<p>This is what <i>The Everlasting Hills </i>brings steadily to our
attention. It is a lonely world. We meet three people who were lonely
(what could have possessed the boys at the time who ignored the woman in
her youth, I can’t begin to fathom). We aren’t told, in the cases of
the men, what might have lain beneath their desire for love from another
man. There is no recrimination in the movie, no lashing out against
negligent parents. There are no villains. Only us sinners, lonely,
foolish, longing, confused sinners, in a world unusually harsh and
barren.</p>
<p>And then these three people found the Lord.</p>
<p>One of the men used to go to church on the sly, afraid that he might
be shunned by his friends if they found out about it. He had seen on
television one day a “pirate nun” wearing a black eyepatch, whom he and
his partner found hilarious, as they mocked her with pirate lingo; but
she surprised him by saying something profound and unexpected about the
boundless love of God for every single human being. The good sister from
the Order of Blackbeards was Mother Angelica, just after the stroke she
suffered some years ago. We too see her on the film—and so we watch
what he watched, and can feel something of what he felt.</p>
<p>Finally, after searching on line for the proper form, he went to the
confessional. He broke down. “Father,” he blurted out, “I’ve broken all
the ten commandments!”</p>
<p>The priest was kind and gentle, with a sense of humor. “You’ve committed murder?” he asked.</p>
<p>“Well, no,” said the penitent. “Every one but that one.”</p>
<p>Confession was the hinge—we might say <i>the cardinal sacrament—</i>for
each of the three. Each found a priest who knew that Jesus came to call
sinners; who did not make light of the sin, which is but a
self-approving way to make light of the sinner and his suffering. They
met priests who wanted to welcome them to the feast.</p>
<p>They met priests who knew that the restless heart seeks Jesus and the
kingdom of heaven, and who knew where the garden of love was really to
be found.</p>
<p>One of the men has now lived chastely with his friend since his
conversion. The movie ends not with the cardinal penance, but with the
gift of gifts, the <i>consummate sacrament. </i>Never in my life, says
this deeply sensitive, honest, and valiant man, have I felt such joy as
when for the first time I received the body and blood of the Lord.</p>
<p>If you care about the victims of the Lonely Revolution, you should see <i>Desire of</i> t<i>he Everlasting Hills. </i>Heart of Jesus, have mercy on us.</p>
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