IF all of "Christianity" "went on strike" then by nature it would die. It wouldn't even "die out", which implies some sort of slow fading, it would be instantly dead at the very moment that people stopped practicing their religion and all that it entails.
But funnily enough, that has never happened. Not even for the earliest and formative centuries of Christianity wherein Christians were relentlessly persecuted, or any time since where Christianity has been banned, outlawed, etc. Christianity doesn't "go on strike" no matter how dire things become. Call that divine intervention or call it human will, either way.
Also if you attend the Holy Sacrifice of the Mass for 4 years in a row, you will have read almost the entirety of Scripture.
But funnily enough, that has never happened. Not even for the earliest and formative centuries of Christianity wherein Christians were relentlessly persecuted, or any time since where Christianity has been banned, outlawed, etc. Christianity doesn't "go on strike" no matter how dire things become. Call that divine intervention or call it human will, either way.
Also if you attend the Holy Sacrifice of the Mass for 4 years in a row, you will have read almost the entirety of Scripture.
Mary Immaculate, star of the morning
Chosen before the creation began
Chosen to bring for your bridal adorning
Woe to the serpent and rescue to man.
Sinners, we honor your sinless perfection;
Fallen and weak, for your pity we plead;
Grand us the shield of your sovereign protection,
Measure your aid by the depth of our need.
Bend from your throne at the voice of our crying,
Bend to this earth which your footsteps have trod;
Stretch out your arms to us, living and dying,
Mary Immaculate, Mother of God.
Chosen before the creation began
Chosen to bring for your bridal adorning
Woe to the serpent and rescue to man.
Sinners, we honor your sinless perfection;
Fallen and weak, for your pity we plead;
Grand us the shield of your sovereign protection,
Measure your aid by the depth of our need.
Bend from your throne at the voice of our crying,
Bend to this earth which your footsteps have trod;
Stretch out your arms to us, living and dying,
Mary Immaculate, Mother of God.
