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Kalispell, MT 59901
I couldn't find the facebook account he set up, but did check out one lay Catholics set up and it appears he hasn't been heard from in a while.
We've all taken the choo-choo of sin. The ride is fun. Decadent. Delicious. But when you get to the destination of The Gig is Up, it's an ugly place. A good taste of hell is what it is. Nobody in their right mind wants to stay there too long. If you're lucky enough to get there with humility and sanctifying grace still smoldering, you still have the ability to process how you got there and how to get out of town.
The people who take up residence at The Gig is Up are experts at putting the shinola on dung. Everybody who comes to The Gig is Up can smell dung upon arrival but it doesn't take long to lose your sense of smell. When that happens, you are toast because you can no longer tell dung from shinola, light from darkness. You look for an encampment of residents enjoying whatever sin you rode into town on, and you settle in.
Bound to unbelievers frolicking and partying in the dung, you don't even realize there isn't any light in The Gig is Up. It's dark 24/7. Dark and cold. The residents convinced you the darkness is the light. They even have statues of Christ there. Priests whose souls also reside in The Gig is Up rename sin as virtue and salvation. Bishops and Cardinals carry croziers to bless the manifesto of the town. It's a hell of a place.
The residents from The Gig is Up occasionally come to my town for a visit dressed as a child of the light. They know exactly where I live. They know where we all live.
I've taken the choo-choo. More than once. But, I have never stepped my foot onto the platform. While we're all having a good time on the ride, I whine all the way there to the other commuters.
"Phew. Something stinks in here. I can't breathe. Open the windows."
"Hey, it's getting cold on this train! Where are the blankets? "
"Can somebody turn on a light on this thing? I can't see."
The conductor and other passengers have had just about enough of me well before we get into town and I usually get thrown off the train. I never thought of this before, but maybe being a whiner is God's way of spraying mace around me!
After umpteen times on the train, I finally gestured to my guardian angel.
"Excuse me, but I don't like this train. I want to get off. How do I keep getting here?!"
"It's about time you asked!, he said and pointed to my two companions. "They keep sending pride along with a sucker with a sob story. You think you can rescue them on your own. You become their hero. Eventually your ego overshadows God and your emotions take over your brain. You get yourself into all kinds of mischief from there. Let's get out of here."
We get off the train and hightail it to the Sacraments. I confess the sins against the First Commandment and whatever sins that grew out of it and run to reserve the Blessed Sacrament in my soul in a state of grace. I am safe for another while. I think I've actually learned how to push myself out of the way in these situations and let the light of Christ shine through pastoral translucence. I'm trying to keep on my toes as when one closes a door, they are experts at finding a weak window to climb into to nurture another flaw!
In spite of all this, I have actually made it all the way to The Gig is Up. Hundreds of times. Never even once even got out of my seat. The stench and the view from the window is enough for me.
I pray fervently for the people who formed my conscience in my early years. Family, friends, priests, nuns who put their duty and love for God and salvation above all else. They save us from ourselves. Sometimes, we don't like them very much for it because we are having too much fun, but boy, are we ever in their debt. They carried Christ's Body, Blood, Soul and Divinity, The Savoir, the King of Salvation to us and for us.
Fr. Corapi did this for many years for so many people. These days, the conductor of the train to The Gig is Up is gunning for people like him.
Here's to hoping/praying Fr. Corapi has boarded the train out of The Gig is Up and he is on his way back to Christ.