Beware the Priest as Clown
The priest as clown is worse than a heretic who leads God’s people along the wrong path. The clown priest leads God’s people into not regarding God at all—a spiritual shrug and disinterested blasphemy.
The priest as clown is worse than a heretic who leads God’s people along the wrong path. The clown priest leads God’s people into not regarding God at all—a spiritual shrug and disinterested blasphemy.
The persecution of tradition is not a new story, but the latest—and probably final—attacks from the Woodstock-era Bishops have a fresh tyrannical twist.
The Bishops of Nicaea were towering pillars of faith. We, mere shadows upon their shoulders, boast of seeing beyond their ability.
Good Catholics were often confused during the Francis pontificate.
The Catholic Church had been exercising the rigorous disciplines of Lent for 500 years before Muhammad arose from the sands of Arabia. Have these good prelates forgotten the fasts of the apostles?
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.