Don’t Worry Everyone, according to the Pope no One is Going to Hell after all

It was yet another prime example of the sentimental pseudo-religion that has replaced the faith of our fathers.

This past Sunday, November 2, on the “Commemoration of the Faithful Departed” (Novus Ordo), Pope Leo XIV’s remarks once again presented a sad reflection of the crisis that has engulfed the post-conciliar Church — a syrupy meditation masquerading as Christian hope, yet drained of the supernatural vigor, doctrinal precision, and moral seriousness that once marked Catholic preaching.

It was also a master class in how to proclaim universal salvation, without actually using the term.

As I sit here writing, I can’t shake the nagging feeling that I could save myself time and effort by composing a single article to cover all his future homilies, remarks, and comments with one line: “It is dangerous garbage.”

And when it comes to the dangerous garbage department, Sunday was no exception. It was yet another prime example of the sentimental pseudo-religion that has replaced the faith of our fathers. As my better half angrily remarked when I read it to her, “It sounds like he feeds a bunch of buzzwords into AI and just regurgitates whatever it spits out.”

From the first sentence, the problem is clear. The text is not God-centred but man-centred. No surprises there. This is after-all the leader of the man-centred Synodal Church.

Gone is the fear of the Lord; gone is the trembling awe before the mystery of salvation. We are covered in the vomity (Is there such a word? Well now there is. Compliments of the modernists’ satanic shenanigans.) language of self-esteem — “recognition,” “attention,” “uniqueness.” The Gospel has been reduced to nothing more than a therapeutic message. According to Prevost every soul “has their place and shines in their uniqueness.” This sounds like the ramblings of an insecure third rate self-help wannabe. Definitely not like the supposed leader of Christianity.

Gone are sin, penance, and conversion; in are feelings and inclusivity. The Pope has inverted the hierarchy of truth. Man’s longing for God is exalted, while God’s rightful demand for repentance is hushed.

The text drips with the poison of implicit universalism — the modern illusion that everyone, no matter how they live or die, will somehow be “raised up on the last day.” Leo XIV gushes about God’s “concern that no one be lost forever,” but never utters a word about mortal sin, judgment, or hell. The terrifying words of Our Lord — “Many are called, but few are chosen” — are nowhere to be found.

Traditional Catholic teaching holds that salvation is a narrow road, and souls are saved only through sanctifying grace, repentance, and fidelity to the true faith. But according to the Pope, everyone seems already included by default! The supernatural drama of salvation has been flattened into a vague assurance that God would never really let anyone perish. All that talk about hell, damnation, perdition and lakes of fire were only nonsensical banter by the prophets, apostles, Church Fathers, saints and Christ Himself. It is the oldest heresy dressed in modern flowery prose: salvation without the Cross, heaven without penance, mercy without justice.

The entire reflection reeks of naturalism — that deadly disease of modern theology which seeks to explain divine mysteries in human terms. The All Saints and All Souls feasts, once proclamations of the supernatural order, are domesticated here into exercises in “memory” and “recognition.”

Instead of the Church Militant storming heaven with prayers for the souls in Purgatory, we get gentle musings about human longing. Instead of the Requiem Mass — black vestments, the Dies Irae, and the sobering plea “Libera me, Domine” — we get a poetic stroll through the cemetery where “silence interrupts the rush of daily life.” What a descent! What a load of B-grade New Age drivel! Once the Church called her children to weep for the dead and tremble for their own judgment but now her “replacement”, the Synodal Church, invites them to a mindfulness retreat among the tombstones.

One searches Prevost’s words in vain for a single reference to sin, penance, or the suffering souls who cry out for our prayers. Purgatory, that great mercy of God and solemn truth of faith, has vanished. The Holy Sacrifice of the Mass — the very means by which the faithful aid the dead — is mentioned only as an act of “remembrance.” Remembrance! As though the Mass were not the re-presentation of Calvary itself, where Christ’s Blood is offered for the remission of sins.

Such omissions of course are not accidental. Where the Vatican Cabal are concerned, they betray a modern embarrassment at the supernatural realism of the Catholic faith. The new theology prefers sentiment and consolation over sacrifice and conversion. It fears to speak of the souls in torment because it no longer believes in hell and therefor in the necessity of reparation. The Pope would rather console man than glorify God. And of course he would rather promote his masters’ One World Religion where millions will be led astray by the Gospel of Feelies.

The “style” of the comments is absolutely the style of modernism. Flowery, ambiguous, and evasive. “A communion of differences,” “the familiar voice of Jesus that comes from the future” — a bunch of misty slogans of post-conciliar spirituality.

Even the final invocation of the Blessed Virgin is emptied of its power. Mary is called “the woman of Holy Saturday” who “teaches us to hope.” True — but incomplete. She is the Mater Dolorosa, the Co-Redemptrix who stood at the foot of the Cross, offering her tears and suffering in union with her Son for the salvation of souls. This dimension of sorrow, sacrifice, and triumph over sin is entirely missing.

The text speaks of “expectation” and “hope,” but not of Our Lady’s intercession or her power to obtain grace for souls in Purgatory. It sentimentalizes her motherhood instead of proclaiming her queenship. (And at this point I would like to put it on record that I have a very ominous feeling about the Marian document by the Holy See’s doctrinal office that will see the light on November 4. Will the Synodal Church finally reduce her to the same level the Protestants have? I sadly suspect so.)

In the end, this reflection is not Catholic preaching but synodal modernist poetry — the religion of horizontal consolation masquerading as Gospel truth. It substitutes feelings for faith, forgets the Cross, and silences the doctrines that once stirred martyrs and monks to heroic sanctity.

The feasts of All Saints and All Souls are not about “recognition” or “memory.” They are about the Church Triumphant in glory, the Church Suffering in Purgatory, and the Church Militant on earth — one Mystical Body united in sacrifice and grace. Prevost was supposed to call the faithful to prayer, penance and participation in the Holy Sacrifice. Instead, we got the usual big sentimental Nothing Burger.

Doesn’t Prevost know that “It is a fearful thing to fall into the hands of the living God”?

Or does he, but he is doing his darndest to hide it from the sleeping Catholic masses?

Viva Christus Rex!

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