RIP, DEI: The End of Our Captivity
The reign of DEI was a captivity, in which normal folks were terrified to speak openly, lest they be overheard and dismissed from employment, or worse.
The reign of DEI was a captivity, in which normal folks were terrified to speak openly, lest they be overheard and dismissed from employment, or worse.
The new Notre-Dame de Paris would shock the saints and holy doctors who prayed within its hallowed columns and vaulted ceiling. But today its walls moan as they are compelled to embrace the hellscape of liturgical innovation.
Layer upon layer of Eucharistic practice was constructed over the millennia as protection against the slightest attenuation of Catholic doctrine regarding the Eucharist. For over sixty years, it has been breached.
Today’s “new spirituality,” often found within the Church, is an ugly caricature of the millennial truths of union with God set forth by the Church, her saints, and her Doctors.
Where Christ once declared victory in the red blood of His Cross, the Synodalists bleat in the pastels of accommodation.
No Catholic is permitted to surrender the duty of his citizenship to a sullen despair, exaggerated analyses of decline, idiosyncratic critiques of democracy, or a cynical secession from his duties.
In the Synodal Sessions, the Faith’s majesty is trampled upon, then traded for the cheap trinkets of the best psychobabble money can buy.
While Recreational Catholicism—the tangled knot of the therapeutic, political, theatrical, and ego-massaging trend besetting the Church—has had its day, we are now on the cusp of a resurrection.
The tragedy was not the outrageous blasphemy. It was the absence of howling outrage.
A perfect metaphor for the classical priest is Hercules. Sadly, the Modern priest happily sees himself as Shirley Temple, steering not the mighty Barque of Peter but the Good Ship Lollipop.
Echoes of the Holy Trinity ring out in the hearts of fathers. Failing to appreciate this leaves them prey to the cultural vandals.
In the Most Holy Eucharist, we meet Christ physically. This astonishing mystery causes us to fall to our knees, or should, unless we have suffered a fatal breach of faith.
Why is Our Savior so frightful about those seeking “signs and wonders”’? For these are the demands of those men who seek the compensations of this world rather than the rewards of the next.
Secularism tries to turn this world into a atheistic heaven. Our only defense against this lie is the Ascended Christ.
A New Idea of Lent has invaded the entire Church. A gauzy altruism has taken the place of a rigorous program of penance and prayer.
Our Faith is about swords, not hand-holding. Those swords are first directed at our sins, and then directed at the evils in the world and in our Church.
What is absent in enthusiasm is a humility before the example of the saints, who never prayed with external display or manic delirium but always with a calm and chastened manner.
The traditional Latin Mass held at the U.S. Capitol last week was a Jericho-Walls-crumbling moment.
Last year’s Synod on Synodality was a moment of Magical Thinking, bearing no resemblance to historic Christianity.
For all of its fearfulness, the Church never cheated her children of death’s sublime, albeit mournful, reality.