Synodal Fallout: Putting Light Under Bushel Baskets
Where Christ once declared victory in the red blood of His Cross, the Synodalists bleat in the pastels of accommodation.
Where Christ once declared victory in the red blood of His Cross, the Synodalists bleat in the pastels of accommodation.
The final session of the years-long Synod on Synodality just ended; what did it ultimately accomplish?
Don’t be fooled. Just because hot-button issues are not on the Synod’s agenda, it doesn’t mean that the revolution is not in full swing.
The Synod on Synodality largely consists of men and women unable to look beyond their own noses but able to look down their noses at everyone else.
In the Synodal Sessions, the Faith’s majesty is trampled upon, then traded for the cheap trinkets of the best psychobabble money can buy.
Today’s prevelant spirituality—and the discernment process that is at its heart—has an uncanny way of canonizing the prevailing ideas and opinions of those who take part in it
Synodality isn’t a process in which the laity’s concerns are heard; it is a process by which they are ignored.
The recently-released and synodal-inspired “National Synthesis” by the USCCB has nothing to do with the Catholic Faith as traditionally received, understood, professed, and practiced.
Last year’s Synod on Synodality was a moment of Magical Thinking, bearing no resemblance to historic Christianity.
Certain seminaries became pink palaces, where seminarians and priests commonly shrugged away their vows of chastity, treating such sins with a thoroughly modern wink and a nudge.
The Hedgehog knows one big thing, but our Synod Fathers (and Mothers) seemed consumed with many lesser things.
Last month’s Synod was pervaded with sentimentality, which glossed over the ugly realities it was seeking to condone.
The Synod on Synodality (Part I) just ended, and it didn’t go as pre-planned. Outside events overshadowed the proceedings, and not everyone was on board the path to a synodal Church.
The Synod was a series of fixations on matters of utter inconsequence, rather like the deck hands busily arranging chairs on the Titanic before its final plunge into the sea.
Is clerical haberdashery really such a problem that it merits a prominent place in the pope’s intervention in a synod as overhyped as the one concluding in Rome these days?
History has demonstrated that the Holy Spirit has a way of confounding conventional expectations.
The Middle East and Ukraine are engulfed in war, society has become increasingly (and violently) anti-Catholic, and millions are leaving the Church; meanwhile, Church leaders are meeting together to talk about meetings. What is a Catholic to do?
In the midst of mass apostasy all around us, we can see signs of growth in faithfulness and orthodoxy.
Same-sex unions are not even unions, only a parody, both sad and sterile, of a relation that is not real.
We must draw upon the Blessed Mother, the conqueror of all heresies, in response to the busybodies running the Synod show.