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The Clans…

Yesterday I posted about the possibility of the SSPX ordaining new bishops. I ended that post with my opinion that, come what may, the FSSP, ICK, et al. need to figure out a way to work with the SSPX going forward. I received a few very thoughtful emails from readers on the subject. For these I am grateful. One reader reminded me that this squabble has been going on for 30 years. She offered some very solid suggestions, among them that the SSPX give up on the idea that the FSSP are every going to go “bi-ritual”. Presumably, such a move on the part of the Fraternity would prove to the Society that the former are in the wrong. I did not even know that was a thing. The FSSP priests I know have never given any indication that they would remotely consider offering the Bugnini rites. But that is an interesting thought – what the writer of the email terms “revenge fantasy”. I totally see her point. I just did not know that was a sentiment among any members of the SSPX. She also suggests that the original FSSP priests who broke away from the SSPX need to stop being vilified by the Society. On this point, I can see what she’s talking about more clearly. And I see it in reverse as well. I have heard trads who attend an SSPX chapel refer to the Fraternity as “controlled opposition” and I have heard Fraternity priests (in fact, one of the original break-aways) speak of the SSPX in terms that are less than edifying (and, I believe, incorrect).

Comment sections are aglow with the embers of incendiary invective on this topic. What is anyone to believe? Cardinal Burke says the SSPX is schismatic. Bishop Schneider says they’re not. This priest says we should never attend their Masses. That priest (in the confessional) says, “It’s OK…” It seems to me that approaching the issue with a truly charitable heart requires adopting a little more tact and diplomacy all around. My standpoint? I have attended SSPX Masses in the past and will do so again if necessary. The first time I went into one of their chapels I was greeted with a framed picture of Bergoglio the Squatter, so if they’re schismatic from Fwancisss, they’re doing a terrible job of showing it. I remember during the lockdowns when the SSPX where the ONLY game in town. I was not yet where I am now and so I did not take the opportunity to avail myself. However, when that moment comes again, you can believe I will find them and attend the Roman Mass that I have a right to. For the moment, the point is moot as I have a wonderful parish staffed by the Fraternity at my daily disposal. But we all know a time is fast approaching when that will likely not be the case. Things will get shaken up. Men will have to drive their families farther, make more sacrifices. My friends in Northern Virginia are finding that out.Some will have no option whatsoever. My friends in Corpus Christi found that out.

For now, let us all continue daily to pray for two things.

  1. For continued access to the daily Latin Mass
  2. For an end to the terrible mess we’re in.

On that first point, I make sure to keep friendship as far as I am able with solid priests who offer the Gregorian Rites and with solid laymen with whom we can network when the fit hits the shan. On that second point, I ask the Blessed Mother daily in my rosary, begging her to: “Bring It ON!”

Virgin most pure, pray for us!

Is the SSPX Preparing to Ordain New Bishops?

The following link was forwarded to me.

VIENEN NOVEDADES IMPORTANTES EN LA NEO-FSSPX

Unless you count four years of Latin, I am not a polyglot so I ran this puppy through Mr. Google.

Point #2 comes back as the following:

“This week, Fr. Pagliarani has given this instruction to the priests of the SSPX: “Begin to prepare the faithful for eventual episcopal consecrations” (Non Possumus cannot reveal the source of this information, but it is certain).”

If this is true, it certainly seems to prop up the heightened invective being hurled against the Society. As I say this, I am aware that I am speaking only of my own experience, anecdotally. Perhaps any of the readership who also attend former Ecclesia Dei parishes can email me if they have also noticed this. From personal experience, though, I have heard not a few sermons preached and the odd “lecture” given to parishioners by well-known priests of tradition, expounding on the supposed dangers of associating with the Society. And that’s just in the past week!

Carmel of the Infant Jesus of Prague and of St. Joseph, Dallas, TX

Whether this story is true or not, one thing is absolutely certain. Whether or not the SSPX is ever “regularized” by Rome (if that’s even possible given the current state of the Vatican), the former EC communities had better find a way to play nice with the Society. To say nothing of the old cliche of circular firing squads, these are the clans that must unite!

St. Pius V, pray for us!

Curiouser and Curiouser…

The headline on Canon212 tonight raises many questions. Take a look here. Apparently, Teddy is not only still living on Church property, but he’s doing so at the Redemptorist Mater Seminary in suburban DC – his old stomping grounds. Boy, the diabolical narcissism is strong with this one. They just love putting it right in your face, don’t they?

First, this seminary, if I’m not mistaken, is similar to the RM seminary in the Newark Archdiocese. It is a house of formation (malformation?) for members of the Neocatechumenal Way. Remember them? They were a favorite of Ted when he was serving as ordinary in both the Newark and Washington Sees. They were a favorite because they boosted his numbers and allowed him to claim that he ordained more men than any other bishop in the country each year. He forgot to mention that these foreign born seminarians were all released from service to the ordaining diocese after three years. He also forgot to mention that the whole thing was part of his intricate “pipeline”. Not sure what I mean? Look it up. I’ll wait. Back in the day, Gary and company in Ferndale actually did some decent reporting on this stuff.

Jesus Dies upon the Cross, Front Royal, VA

Second, they seriously stuck him right back in a seminary of all places?! I’ve got a better idea. Let’s take an inveterate drink on a field trip to the local tavern!

Third, I’ve raised the question before but here it is again. When a man is laicized and “returned to the lay state”, how does that man still have access to living arrangements furnished by the institutional Church? Why are they/we housing this bastard at all?

Final note… George Neumayr hinted before his untimely death that it was possible McCarrick has not been laicized after all. Now that George is gone, isn’t it odd that they put McCarrick in residence right in George’s old neck of the woods? It’s almost screaming, “There’s nothing you can do about it…”

All of this and we still haven’t begun to discuss the ritualistic nature of the alleged abuse in the Wisconsin case and the fact that the other man mentioned was almost certainly Joseph Bernardin.

God help us all!

My Dedication

At this very moment, I am reclining on a couch, covered in a blanket. It is not cold here. Rather, I have the chills. It turns out the one of the perils of travel is a greater propensity to falling ill. For this this is especially strange since I do not usually “get sick”. I feel bad that my daughter also caught this nasty bug that seems to be like a stomach flu. For her, she couldn’t hold anything down. For me, I just feel like my entire body – muscle, bone, joints – is under attack. I do not like this but I am attempting to offer it up. I take from this the valuable lesson that I should not travel without a stock of “Vitamin I”. A dose of that at the onset and I would be where I am supposed to be now, instead of lying on a coach.

As you may have been able to guess from the picture yesterday (and my blatant, naked words) that I am in Northern Virginia. If you have followed anything carefully over the past few years, you will note that there is a Catholic liberal arts college in Front Royal, VA, and that this college is dedicating a magnificent new chapel as we speak. I was supposed to be there. Along with many other souls, my wife and I gave toward the building of the chapel – not for personal glory, but for God’s glory and so that these young men and women students be inspired to right worship.

And then, last fall, the bishop began “moving things around”. I could have said “quashing the Latin Mass”. I am going to take him at his word. I am not worried. It is still beautiful. There is still incredible potential to inspire. And one day, I do believe that the Tradition Latin Mass will be offered on the high altar and I will hopefully be there.

But my real purpose in writing this post is to show you all something.

Clear glass for now.

Those two window arches will soon hold two windows of saints that are very dear to me and to our family. Primarily, one window will depict the Saint of the Impossible. I have always wanted to provide an image of my favorite Cascian saint to a church that maybe someone will see her and be inspired to read about her and pray for her intercession. Also, I do not mention any of this to brag. I really am humbled that we were able to be a part of the building of this structure and I am thrilled to have finally been able to adorn a church with a Rita!

So, God be praised! Prayers all around for the diocese!

St. Rita of Cascia, ora pro nobis!

Sign Me Up for the Keyboard Wars!

Before the headline story, I want to say that, as a kid, I thought Victoria Jackson of SNL was a riot. Here we see she’s also pretty darn based as well.

Victoria Jackson: God Hates Sodomy

Now then, Mundabor strikes again. Here he deftly describes the role of what Bergoglio calls “keyboard warriors”. Six months ago I was accused of being a “keyboard warriors by a chancery official in a large US diocese because I dared speak truth about the suppression of the TLM. I said at that time that I may be a keyboard warrior but at least I’m fighting for something.

I am a proud keyboard warrior and will fight until the truth is known to all.

Tell Us, O Mary, What did You See?

Much thanks for the prayers after my last post. I boarded an early flight with my family today bound for a big event this weekend. More to come in time.

What I did not get to do today, as a consequence of the insanity of the world around is, is attend the Holy and August Sacrifice of the Mass in the Gregorian Rite of the Church. 5:30 AM trip to the airport. Three hour flight. Landed after all the Masses here were over. When you go every day for years, the Lord puts a true love – a devotion – to seeing Him every day in your heart. I felt truly sad that I could not see Him today. Tomorrow I will be up before 6:00 to pray the Regina Coeli and head to Mass in a gymnasium. And I will be grateful.

And at that Mass I will hear the following beautiful sequence.

The line that always catches my attention is the reference, really the command, to Magdalene. In one translation I have seen (not a bad one at that) the line reads: “Tell us, O Mary, what did you see?/I saw the Tomb of the living God; the glory of His Resurrection!”

Tomb of Mary Magdalene, who saw the tomb of the living God!, Ste. Baumé, France

In my hand Missal (1962 ed., Angelus Press) it reads: “Speak, Mary, declaring what thou sawest wayfaring./“The tomb of Christ Who now liveth: and likewise the glory of the Risen.”

I love Magdalene. Having fasted through Lent for the first time in a truly penitential spirit, endeavoring to offer generously my gift to God in atonement for my sins, I identify more and more with this “wounded flower” as Sheen called her. She never ceased to offer fasting and penance and, I pray, neither now will I that I also may “see the tomb of Christ Who now liveth.”

That being said it’s Easter week. Every day this week is Easter. I am celebrating a bit. Though on my flight this morning, I forgot for a moment that it is Easter. I dozed momentarily, waking to be asked by a man stewardess, “Something to drink?” Without thinking I replied, “Black coffee, please?”

I took one sip and then promptly knocked the cup over on my tray table by accident, spilling it on my lap.

That ought to teach me not to not order a gin and tonic on any future flights. I’ve never spilled those.

God bless each of you who read this and please pray for me.

St, Mary Magdalene, pray for us!

It Almost Wasn’t But It Was

Whatever tomorrow brings, the Easter Vigil I attended tonight – full pre-1955 grandeur for Our Lord – almost did not take place. I thank the Risen Lord that the wicked plans of men were thwarted for now.

Pray for the Church.

The Lord is Risen, Alleluia!

Resurrection Window, Chapel of Christ the King, Christendom College, Front Royal, VA

Also, a happiest birthday to my dear Mom who turned 86 today! Love you, Mom!