I'm going to end the week with one more Pope Francis post.
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221:31 Bows when Consecrating Christ's Body.
222:31 After Consecrating Christ's Most Precious Blood, he goes down, disappears behind the Altar.
Either he was tying his shoes or he DID genuflect.
Do I think that his bow at the Consecration of Christ's Body is an inferior response to what just happened?
I sure do.
Readers here are passionately in love with the Eucharist and Sacraments. We all know that Christ deserves more than a bow.
But you want to know what is chickenbleep?
Those reporting the Pope did not acknowledge Consecration to paint him as some kind of apostate.
It's inaccurate.
I've chronicled my low tolerance for disrespect and shenanigans in the Sacred Liturgy for the past ten years. There was a time when things were so bad here, I walked out of a 10am Mass and went to a 5pm where I had to walk out of that one. I zoomed over to catch the last train to Golgotha at 6:15pm. With my children in tow.
Things are much better across the diocese. I'm still a nomad as there are still a few rogues that throw Christ around or will say or do something scandalous.
But the installation Mass, where Christ was elevated and worshiped with love and devotion, the music spectacular, the Blessed Mother venerated -- in my worst days of intolerance -- when every little thing distracted me, angered me -- his bow, instead of genuflection, would never even have made my radar.
He's a believer.
It could be the mother in me, could be aging or maybe it's because there is so much going on around us, but I am really into choosing battles.
The Mystical Body of Christ has been caricatured as hate. We've got Liturgical antics, problems with Catechesis, sexual misconduct, malpractice and entrenched corruption. We've got diabolical disorientation. We've got wars, famine and enemies of life heading almost every country in the world. We have hysteria and histrionics.
The devil is in high gear.
I hear the whisperings of many:
“Terror on every side!
Denounce! let us denounce him!”
All those who were my friends
are on the watch for any misstep of mine.
“Perhaps he will be trapped; then we can prevail,
and take our vengeance on him.”
2 comments:
Oh, it is hard to work for God,
To rise and take His part
Upon this battlefield of earth,
And not sometimes lose heart!
He hides Himself so wondrously,
As though there were no God;
He is least seen when all the pow’rs
Of ill are most abroad.
Ah, God is other than we think,
His ways are far above,
Far beyond reason’s height, and reached
Only by childlike love.
Workman of God! O lose not heart,
But learn what God is like,
And in the darkest battlefield
Thou shalt know where to strike.
Then learn to scorn the praise of men,
And learn to lose with God;
For Jesus won the world through shame,
And beckons thee His road.
For right is right, as God is God,
And right the day must win;
To doubt would be disloyalty,
To falter were to sin.
words Frederick W Faber, Jesus & Mary 1849
I absolutely love this!
Thank you for sharing.
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