I salivate every time I see Fr. Rutler's taking on a subject!
"Here we go!", I say to myself.
I shut everything off that could be a distraction and I let every sentence run over my parched soul several times. Sometimes he builds momentum and fires a zinger or several of them. Other times he starts off with the zinger. Sometimes the zingers are subtle. Sometimes he does all of these things
Here's how he starts his thoughts on Amoris Laetitia:
There was a Victorian member of the Royal Academy who boasted that his paintings were the best because they were the biggest. More perceptively, Cicero and Pascal and Madame Recamier and Mark Twain made opposite apologies: each had written a long letter because they did not have the time to write a short one. Not only is verbosity indicative of muddled thinking, it is the rhetorical indulgence of the modern age.
Get yourself some popcorn and lemonade and read his thoughts on the exhortation.
I'm still only 1/3 of the way through the painful exhortation, but I was shocked to read Fr. Rutler enlightening us that Martin Luther King, Jr. is quoted in the exhortation.
Seriously? With all the saints and doctors of the Church...Martin Luther King, Jr?
Fr. Rutler's honesty and forthrightness is always so dependable and refreshing.
Among such mediocrities are those who replace prophecy with political correctness. You can tell who they are by what they say about Amoris Laetitia. Like those bishops whom Chrysostom disdained for trimming their sails to gain preferment, the careerist cleric knows what he must say and what he must not say. For years I have saved the Punch magazine cartoon of the sycophantic curate timorously telling his bishop that parts of his bad egg are excellent.
Here's something is indisputable: The Holy Spirit does not lead by causing a perpetual state of confusion.