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But What Do I Know?

I have decided to go ahead and give my thoughts on that article I mentioned in my last post. Before we proceed, let’s have a look at the actual quote I referenced from the Catechism of Trent.

“In the explanation of this Commandment [the Sixth], however, the pastor has need of great caution and prudence, and should treat with great delicacy a subject which requires brevity rather than copiousness of exposition. For it is to be feared that if he explained in too great detail or at length the ways in which this Commandment is violated, he might unintentionally speak of subjects which, instead of extinguishing, usually serve rather to inflame corrupt passion.”

Catechism of the Council of Trent, p. 431

That being said, here is the backstory as near as I can piece it together. It appears a married couple who are parishioners at a traditional Catholic parish are operating an online sex shop, although they seem to prefer the term “intimacy” to sex. I won’t even mention where the parish. The blog post reporting on this claims that this is all under the approval of the rector of that parish. I went ahead and clicked over to that site to see if I could find out more about the couple. I was immediately struck by a major paradox. The stated mission of this site is to “provide a safe space and resources for virtuous romance and love.” And yet they proceed to answer all manner of questions regarding topics such as the morality of anal sodomy in marriage. Their view? Of course it’s OK! In fact, they recommend using condoms if one engages in this type of behavior. They site John Paul II’s “Theology of the Body” as their justification. Don’t even get me started on ToB. Especially after reading a few passages they include on their site I am convinced it is nothing more than Catholic p*rn.

Here’s where I’m going to put this in perspective.

1) It doesn’t matter if this is coming from a trad parish or from a storefront on the Bowery. This is unmitigated smut and has no place in any discussion of “virtuous love”. The fact that it’s associated with traddydom – the couple describe themselves proudly as members of a TLM parish – makes me wonder the depths to which we have been infiltrated by minions of Satan.

2) Although Our Lord teaches that the “love of money is the root of all evil”, somehow it always comes back to genital pleasure, doesn’t it? But don’t think there isn’t an aspect of luchre here either. They’re selling things, engaging in commerce. Their trade merely happens to be sex.

Our Lord Stripped of His Garments

3) The couples’ premise (in graphic detail about the marriage act) that spouses have a right to derive physical pleasure from one another is misleading at best and absurd at worst. The marital embrace exists for one purpose – procreation. Pleasure and unity are obviously going to accompany that (but not in the James Martin, bridge-building way). It’s kind of how God designed the whole thing. He made it so we’d want to do this thing in order to facilitate His plan for us to assist Him in the creation of new life. But that does not mean we should contort our reason to serve our sensual appetites. In fact, we should be spending the better part of our lives learning to subjugate our appetites (even our spiritual appetites as St. John of the Cross says) to God’s will. All of this reminds me of a kid in a moral theology class I took once. He would routinely ask questions like, “But Father, so how exactly far can I go with a girl before it’s, you know, a sin?” That reasoning simply belies the notion that sexual gratification is the end in itself and that trying to fit that into a framework of moral validity is an acceptable use of our reason. In other words, “What do I want to do and how do I legitimize that thing?” rather than “What does God want me to do and how can I best serve Him?”

And lastly – and please read no further if you might be squeamish…

4) Anal penetration? Are you kidding me? I am a man happily married for fifteen years to a woman. I am not a prude by any stretch of the imagination. But that? What in the hell is wrong with any man who is looking for a way to justify that act on his wife, the woman he supposedly loves? Boy I tell ya’ that is the height of narcissism. It’s all about ME and whatever I can get. And by the way, it’s disgusting. No woman in her right mind wants it and any man who does is a fag. God gave us one perfectly working set of connectors. If that’s not good enough for you, you are beyond help. And anyone who tells you that the very act of sodomy is A-OK even in and especially in the sacrament of holy matrimony is either stupid, twisted, or evil in their desire to facilitate the commission of one of the sins that literally cries to heaven for vengeance.

As my dad used to say in these situations, after providing a lengthy answer to a complicated question…

“But what do I know?”

Rorate Coeli

No, I’m not talking about the trad blog, although a lot has been said regarding them this past week. I had thought of chiming in but I really don’t want to be part of the circular firing squad for once.

Rather, I refer to the votive Mass of the Blessed Virgin for Advent. This morning at 5:45 AM (thanks to the forceful assistance of my Angel) I left the house and headed out to this most edifying Mass. I had never attended a Rorate Mass. at 6AM, in the dark of a late winter night, I walked into an already full church – several hundred men, women, and children all dressed in Sunday best – and took my seat in the back of church. And then the door opened and the procession entered, heads and bodies bowing in reverence as first the crucifix and then Father passed by up the aisle. The only light in the building came from a few dozen candles on the altar itself.

“If our timing is right,” Father said in his sermon, “the sun will be coming up as I elevate the Sacred Host.”

Chilling, stunning, and accurate. Although overcast skies dampened the glory of the sun’s rays, the glory of the Son of God illuminated by flames flickering from the work of bees, did indeed shine, miraculously veiled under the appearance of bread.

There was a time not long ago when the whole Catholic world basked in that light and in these traditions.

Please God, the dew from heaven will drop down on us again.

Come O Lord! Come and do not delay!

My Queen is Pure… Your Queens?

O Mary conceived without sin, pray for us who have recourse to thee!

In my 1962 Roman Catholic Daily Missal is a prayer to be prayed after Communion. It reads in part, “I will hear what the Lord God will speak in me.” And I always pause a moment after uttering those words interiorly half wondering if the same Second Person of the Trinity Who literally just gave Himself to me will actually speak within me or perhaps if He will stir up some profound sentiment of His love within me.

This morning a thought popped into my head in that moment. The thought was this: “I have given Myself to you and thus made a tabernacle of your sinful flesh and bone.” I was overcome for a moment with deepest humility and gratitude.

And I couldn’t help but think of the greatest and first tabernacle He made for Himself – the womb of His Immaculate Mother. Logically, then, the next thought for me was this. I must always imitate the Blessed Mother.

Assumption stained glass, St. Mary of the Assumption, Fort Worth, TX

I could spend the remainder of my days on earth trying to ponder her loveliness and never scratch the surface.

I mentioned Malachi Martin in a recent post. He offered a stirring view of the particular judgment of each man that I wish to draw upon.

When He calls me… When He draws me to Himself for my day of judgment; I will gaze upon His crucified flesh and I will either run towards Him Who died for love of me, a sinner. Or I will turn and flee with deepest shame and greatest fear to the eternal fires of hell. But next to Him, beneath His cross, will be a light so pure and so radiant, that I pray it will blind me. I pray her brilliance will blind me to the evils I have committed, blind me to the bleeding wounds my sins inflicted on her baby. It is this immaculate light who’s son I put to death. it is this immaculate light who spoke to three shepherd children in Portugal. It is this immaculate light who commanded a peasant Aztec man to evangelize the New World. It was this immaculate light who stood by the cross on that Good Friday, consoling Magdalene and John.

At the same time, I hope in all sincerity that she remember the many Ave’s I offered up in this life. “Pray for us sinners… at the hour of our death.”

I pray that her radiance will reach out to me and help me advance to her Son. I pray that she literally takes me by the hand and draws me to Him! Spotless from the moment of your conception, Blessed Mother, cradle me in thy arms! Every gash on His body is rightfully mine. Wilt thou, fairest of our race, forgive me?

Queen conceived without original sin, Virgo prudentissima! Have pity on us. Hold back the arm of His wrath. Pray for us, sinners, now and at the hour of our death. Amen!

Reverent Irreverence, or Speaking Truth to Absurdity

Last week, the night before my twin sister’s birthday, I took my wife to dinner. I figured it was the least I could do for her graciously not killing me in my sleep in the past year and thus allowing me to spin around the sun one more time. We were joined by one of my sisters and her daughter. We dined at one of my favorite types of restaurant – a Brazilian steakhouse. Sidenote: these types of restaurants are ideal for anyone on a carnivore diet. On the menu that night? Garlic picanha (my favorite by far and I could totally eat my weight in this cut), filet mignon wrapped in bacon, sirloin, and a healthy dose of snark. Did I mention we like to celebrate birthdays with a few cocktails? Also, I like to celebrate days of the week ending in “y” with a few cocktails.

Do you know what an aviation cocktail is? I’ll tell you. It’s a gin cocktail that was popular during the reign of Pius XI (so, obviously popular with me). Also, if you don’t know this by now, I am known as a gin connoisseur. I am known as such by other people who, not knowing much about gin and seeing me sipping it all the time, assume I know what I’m talking about. And I kind of do. Anyway, the aviation is 2 oz. of gin, .5 oz. of maraschino liqueur, .25 oz. of creme de violette, and .75 oz. of lemon juice all shaken over ice and served in a cocktail glass with a brandied cherry for garnish. I drink a gin and tonic or two everyday for my health (pretty sure it kept the Coof at bay) but these puppies will help you fly away from whatever unimaginative conversation you might find yourself engaged in. That wasn’t exactly the case here. Having CLEP’ed you on Bartending 101, I will tell you the meat of the conversation.

My niece, a lovely young 20-something lady had a bout with ovarian cancer in her teens. Yes, that is rare. Fortunately, she made it through just fine. She is dating a fine young man. Pray for his conversion, please. He’s on the way, I believe. He already comes to Mass with her every Sunday which is more than I can say for 90% of supposed Catholics. At one point in the conversation, my niece alluded to her plans for the future by stating how much fun it will be in a few years when she and her husband have kids.

It was at this point that the aviation and my inability to NOT keep my mouth shut collided. I could feel the words rapidly forming in my brain and spewing forth from my lips and yet did nothing to stop myself.

“Sweetheart, you have one ovary and you’ve been jabbed. That ship sailed a long time ago.”

Then I, my sister, my wife, and my niece all erupted in the kind of laughter you might witness when wine moms get together for book club but the book is a bottle of wine instead of a bound tome. Think it’s strange the niece laughed as well?

She was on her second aviation.

So the moral here is don’t get vaxxed and also go easy on the aviations. Alternate moral: make yourself an aviation. You’ll thank me later.

Here’s a clip of my favorite Marian anthem for your Advent meditations.

The oldest extant prayer to the Blessed Mother

Why Did He Not Listen?

This evening I sat near the fire pit in my driveway, warming myself while also working my way through the plentiful devotions afforded me during this Advent. The Lord IS coming and He has given to me to keep Watch in prayer. I jokingly complain that I’m “novena’ed out” but the truth is that this is exactly what I must do – pray and pray without ceasing. Our Lord Himself gave that command.

So tonight, while praying the third day of the Guadalupe novena, I read a line that I will paraphrase (since I already put the novena books back on the shelf).

“The Blessed Mother then said to Juan Diego, ‘Go and tell the bishop of Mexico all that I have instructed you. I desire a temple built on this spot as a refuge of sinners where I may hear their afflictions and offer my consolation.’ Juan Diego replied, ‘My dearest Lady, I will do what you have commanded.’”

The humble servant, Juan Diego, immediately vowed to do what she commanded. He knew it would be difficult. He knew he would likely win no human respect. He would be laughed at and scorned. He would wear out his feet running with joy to the bishop. But he would do all for his Blessed Lady.

Humility. Devotion. Filial Love. These are the hallmarks of true charity of any good son toward his mother.

Our Lady of Guadalupe Catholic Church, Santa Fe, NM

Flash forward 438 years.

If what Malachi Martin recalls is even remotely correct – and we have truly no reason to believe it isn’t – Papa Roncalli opened an envelope in his apartment in the Vatican, the same quarters Bergoglio refuses to occupy because he is not the Vicar of Christ, and read the contents. The same Blessed Mother who asked Juan Diego to relay a simple request to the bishop had commanded John XXIII to reveal a new message to the world. His words are chilling.

“This is not for our time.”

When Juan carried out his duties with love and joy and faith, he was acting as a man should. The love in his heart for the Blessed Virgin shielded him from the threats of derision that would befall him if her message was not well received. He trusted her. And what isn’t to trust?

When John XXIII refused her request, he was exhibiting the most severe form of effeminacy. Fearful that his precious council would be derailed, he simply ignored the message from the Mother of Our Savior.

Juan’s actions brought about the mass evangelization of two continents. John’s actions brought about the mass apostasy from the faith worldwide.

The moral here? Listen to your mother and do not be afraid.

Virgin of Guadalupe, pray for us!

December First Saturday

Good morning crew! Although I neglected to post about it, I hope everyone was able to make the First Friday devotion. Today 8/ the first Saturday of the month and as always, I encourage everyone who reads this to make the “five first Saturdays”. Here is a helpful link. For me, the hardest part of this devotion is the meditation but I have searched for and come across some very good videos (sermons and the like) that do the trick. If anyone has suggestions; I would love to hear them and share them.

Our Lady of Good Counsel, mosaic, Basilica of the National Shrine of the Immaculate Conception, Washington

Also, today begins a novena to Our Lady of Guadalupe. I will see if I can find a text of that to share.

God bless us and the Virgin protect us!

RIP Ruth Prats

I mentioned her by name a few nights ago. Her godson called me and told me the news. A terrible and horrifying situation out of Louisiana.

Here it is.

Pray for her soul. No one deserves this.

I have already gotten a (TLM) requiem for her soul on the calendar at my parish.

Stay CONFESSED.