What’d You Say About My Momma?

Recently, there have been two notable deaths among the hierarchy of my denomination, both prominent men and known by many in other denominations. I won’t use their names, but the purpose of this comparison speaks to more than their popularity. However, one thing became clear to me after carefully observing both of these men over the last decade. One loved his mother, and the other used every opportunity to cast a dark shadow on her perceived failings and was clearly ashamed of his many siblings. Of course, I’m not referring to their biological mothers, I am sure both men had great respect for the women that gave them life through the divine mercy of a loving God. No, I’m talking about the Church. For just as God is the Father of all Christians and Christ is our Brother, the Church is our Mother. The Church is the organism, whom, from the moment of our divine birth, cares for her children. She comforts them from the harshness of a world that rejects them, that belittles them, and, if given the chance, will destroy them. So, when I hear a purported minister of Christ align with those that hate his mother, it raises my eyebrows a bit. 

I’m not sure how you were raised, but to disparagingly talk about your momma was (and is) off-putting. You could always discuss with family members about her habits, her inclinations, and even her failings, if they were meant as a way to release unhealthy emotions you were harboring. However, never were you to speak those things in public and, especially, with those you were not related, nor those that you did not have a very close familiarity. A public airing of your mother’s faults, perceived or otherwise, would most assuredly end with a switch meeting your backside, or your teeth taking residence in the back of your mouth. So, as these two men passed into eternity, less than twenty-four hours apart, I’m wondering what kind of reception they received by our Heavenly Father? As all men must give an account to what we have done in the flesh, every word being called into recollection (that thought alone should be sobering), how does a man answer for taking every opportunity among the heathens to talk shamefully about his divine mother and her children? And, how well received would the man be that always seemed to have a great respect for her, and spent a lifetime caring for her children?

With that being said, I am saddened when my ears hear the shame in the voices of so many of our brothers and sisters. You can see it in their eyes, you can hear the affirmation in their voices, believing the defamation of the South and our God. They side with our enemies, trying to forget what they perceive as the uncomfortable peculiarity of our past. When they see our glorious banner waving proudly on the side of our highways or as a decal on a pickup truck, they have been so indoctrinated by the godless that they have the appearance of a bitter faced Californian. This is just like the minister that is ashamed of the congregations of the unwashed, preferring much more the praise and acceptance of the ungodly, than to suffer shame with the faithful.

Do not lose heart, my brothers and sisters. There are still those that are faithful ministers of Dixie, just like the minister that recently passed, who always loved and cared for the congregation of the blessed. They may recognize the faults of our people, but they will never agree with our enemies, or even give credence to their accusations. When they see our banners, they give a salute, honk the horn, let their children know of our glorious ancestors, and promote them to excel in virtue. There is no shame in their voices when they give a defense of the South, they do not accept our enemies’ premises. They do not fall back to some impotent slogan like “Heritage Not Hate,” for even that is an acceptance that there was some defect in our people that must be atoned. No, brothers and sisters, those ministers shout it from the rooftop, they sing it with angelic voices: “In Dixie’s land, I’ll take my stand to live and die in Dixie!“

Glory! Glory! Glory! As the Church is the mother of the Christian, Dixie is the mother for every true Southerner. She gave birth to us, we have been nourished at her breast, and her milk has inoculated us from the sickness that is modernity. We must recall our mother’s words passed down through generations, her sweet voice whispering through the pines, echoing down the mountains, and shouting to us from the seas, as a refreshing storm blows across our coastal paradises. Yes, brothers and sisters, “Old times there are not forgotten,” and neither should we ever forget the womb that gave us our lineage, and never should we speak words not worthy of a beloved mother!

Deo Vindice!

God save the South!

Father Dabney

Service to God and honor to the South.