If you have not read this take-down of the 'Pope Francis effect' moonbats, sit yourself in a nice comfy chair with a cup of delicious cup of tea and enjoy!
The brilliant take-down came from a priest friend of Fr. Z's after reading some apostate crowing by the future rector of St. Mary's Seminary in Baltimore.
What happened to that place? I thought St. Mary's was one of the handful that formed seminarians to be faithful?
Someone expressed reservations several years back but this revelation seems to indicate it has completely fallen to the dogs?
Do read the post in its entirety but here is a quip from the response of priest:
I have known Father Brown for many years, and have a great deal of respect and admiration for him personally, but this public interview he gave with an openly dissenting “Catholic” publication warrants an alumnus response.
As one of the many cassock-wearing, Communion-on-the-tongue-receiving, Latin-loving, Extraordinary-Form-Mass-saying young priests that have passed through the halls of Theological College, allow me to say plainly to anyone who would agree with the tone and sentiment of this article that you have deliberately and painfully pigeon-holed men who love the Church and cast us to be pompous little monsters simply because we have a different theological/liturgical outlook than you. You condescend towards us as if we were not thinking, opining, and sincere men. You gossip about us, ensuring that we are “put in our places” and “taught a thing or two” by your confreres. You confuse our strong convictions with arrogance and accuse us of being staunch when we are trying more than anything else to be faithful, helpful, and loving.
But let’s be quite honest…you don’t really know us because you never took the time to get to know us. You saw us when we were in the seminary chapel or over breakfast…but that’s about it. Have you seen us at 2:00 AM in the hospital? Have you seen us working late into the night on a funeral homily? Have you seen us giving up our one day off a week to visit with a lonely elderly parishioner? Have you seen us on our knees at night before the tabernacle weeping because we just buried a child earlier that day? Have you seen us celebrate four Masses on a weekend, hear hours of confessions, and still show up to Sunday evening Youth Ministry? Have you seen us wear the same pair of socks two days in a row because we simply ran out of time to do laundry? Have you seen us muster a smile even when we’re exhausted, or miss Christmas with our families because we’re assigned 300 miles away, or forget to eat dinner because there’s another meeting to go to? The answer is no. What you see are the cassocks and birettas and fiddleback chasubles and accuse us of being “out of touch.” Well the reality is, you are guilty of the very thing you accuse us of. You ignore our humanity, our struggle, our sincerity, and you fixate on external things to make your judgments.
This nails the Pope Francis and the stomach-turning 'effect' he has infested our families and Christ's Church with right to the tree.
The judgmental willful-ignoramus crowd always has plenty of gossip, delusions and urban legends to defend their vocation leading souls into temptation and sin. Most seminarians and young priests I've known for the past fifteen years have complained that these priests watch television instead of praying the office, are gay, hitting the sauce and spend their time nastyassing faithful Catholics. They don't want to be assigned to parishes where they reside because of the contempt directed towards living your vocation sober and leading souls to sanctifying grace.
They still think this is attractive to young men called to the vocation of the priesthood.
A hell of a lot less disruptive to your life than facing your demons.
You know those dreams we all have that we know is a spiritual encounter in the mystical world?
I don't have them that often but when I do, they knock me off of my feet. Their meaning is not always immediately clear but when I have them, I know its only a matter of time before I understand them.
I had one last night.
I had completely forgotten about it and heard 'humility' as clear as a bell when I was puttering around this morning.
What's that you say? Humility?
Wait, I thought to myself, somebody recently told me I needed to practice humility--who was it?
Oh yea, it was one of those dreams that was so real it woke me up. My guardian angel was walking with me on the rocks on the beach. It was a little dangerous and we were carefully trying to get down to the water.
I was shocked. We are always shocked, aren't we?
I told him I could think of a lot of root sins and sins against humility is not one of them. I always give glory to God, Mary, the Angels and Saints for anything good that is produced with my contribution.
I gave him all my talking points but he kept insisting "practice humility".
I remember waking up thinking that was more than a dream, and what do these people want from me?! I went right back to sleep and completely forgot about it until I heard the word 'humility' this morning.
I can imagine him thinking 'Ugh - all that and she doesn't even remember!'. LOL.
Ok, I'll give it a try. Tomorrow.
The real problem with the 'Francis effect' is, there is no examination of their conscience or absolution of their sin. They are here to examine the consciences of people who teach the tools for seeking absolution of sin!
They've got it all figured out. It isn't them, everybody's been wrong in the Church for 2000 years.
This one's arrogant and that one's staunch and the other one doesn't like to dance and that one isn't Christian and the other one is self-absorbed and this one is screwing like a rabbit, that one is a promethean neo-plagian and the other one is consumed with wearing ancient clothes practices and a creed-reciting parrot, the other one is a smarmy sourpuss Debbie Downer, this one is a nostalgic old person pining for things that are no longer life-giving and that one is a fundamentalist and the other one has a heart as sour as vinegar, this one is a querulous disillusioned pessimist and the other one is a pickled pepper faced authoritarian and that one is a museum mummy.
Come on kids, why can't we be non-judgmental like them and just let them teach our children licentiousness and deceit, lies and falsehoods?
I don't think so. This is the time to kick the game up a few notches.
Enie, meanie, miney moe.
Catch an aspostate by the toe
If he hollers, don't let go
Enie, meanie, miney moe.
Enjoy this beautiful day.
Blessed Feast of the Pentecost!