“In the life of the church today, there are many interpretations that people might give to a particular ruling with no malintent present, but that do need clarification."
Bishop Matano of Rochester NY
Monday, July 21, 2014
Saturday, July 12, 2014
Normal, all-American boy, with time weighing heavy? What with barn chores over by 6 AM and home-schooling in hiatus so Mom can catch up on her caning .... uh, canning ....
Idleness is the Devil's workshop, Sister says, even with EWTN's purity-chip installed on the family computer!
So how about something almost no one in his right mind would come up with in this day and age?
Latin Mass Altar Boy Camp and "fun for boys and young men age seven to adult!"
Catholic Amish Meets Southern Baptist Hee-haw!
What could possibly go wrong?
For youths disinclined to physical "sporting," certified and bow-tied instructors will be available for some hands-on flute and organ exercises.
(Friends, this has to be the Traddie attempt to match the Trendies "Giant Puppet" score on the Super Creep-o-meter!)
Our friends over at The New Liturgical Bowel Movement missed a few photos from the recent Colloquium in Indy.
We're happy to share them here, and we think we've found just the crozier to match Archbishop Alexander KING Sample's mile-high mitre!
People often ask me, "Father, Father, what are you reading?" As you all know Father reads at least sixteen books at one time. Most recently Father has decided to read about something which he has never experienced. Not as captivating as Ritual Notes, but informative.
"The other [form of spiritual worldliness] is the self-absorbed promethean neo-pelagianism of those who ultimately trust only in their own powers and feel superior to others because they observe certain rules or remain intransigently faithful to a particular Catholic style from the past. A supposed soundness of doctrine or discipline leads instead to a narcissistic and authoritarian elitism, whereby, instead of evangelizing, one analyzes and classifies others, and instead of opening the door to grace, one exhausts his or her energies in inspecting and verifying."
Thursday, July 10, 2014
friends brethren at RetRorate, never known for their sparkling
humor, are REALLY sour and dour these days, because some are suggesting
how humorous it is that the World Cup finals feature the homelands of
the Pope and Pope Emeritus.
"Unjustified Silly Season" they tsk tsk tsk ..... we presume they refer to things like this:
Well, there's silly .... then there's SUPER silly. Which we think is represented better by THEIR posting of stuff like this:
Men in gloves
and the famous Sample Mile-High Mitre: (I still say he's compensating for something. Has anyone actually read his dissertation? Or is the insistence on overly embroidered fancy hats because of His Grace's middle name?)
Now THAT's silly ... and unjustified!
Tuesday, July 8, 2014
As our friends at RetRorate always remind us, the TLM is here to stay!
And what better proof than this video featuring Monsignor Jkrlyzk Zvgjtkzvlm of the Archdiocese of Reykjavik's TLM office practicing the complex rubrics necessary for Solemn High Mass Before the Throne With a Lesser Prelate Assiting in Choro Without the Privilege of the Cappa Magna But You Can Wear a Mozzetta If You Can Find One Without the Little Hoody Thingy in Back Like in Shoes of The Fisherman.
"This is freaking wild!" - Dr Shawna "Lost" Tribe
"Splendid, Fabulous AND Precious: A Trinity of 'You Go, Monsignors' from me!" Dr Peter Kawasaki
"Does not pass this ex-Anglican's muster. But then nothing has since Gregory XVI" Rev Mother M. John Cunniwicke
Monday, July 7, 2014
Father Adrian Fortescue, a direct decendent of the Martyr of the same name, was English Roman Catholic priest, scholar and liturgical and all around well rounded fellow. He was the author of Ceremonies of the Roman Rite Described (the liturgists second Bible, and more frequently quoted by them than the Scriptures themselves) among other treatises. Recent conversations with friends reminded me of a quote one of them sent me a couple months back that I squirreled away for a slow blog day.
"Try to imagine for one solid year of my life...I spent all day comparing Merati & Martinucci & LeVavasseur, to find out where the thurifer ought to stand before the Magnificat, who takes off the bishop's left glove, and what sort of bow you should make at the Asperges. I had to look serious, and discuss the arguments for aductus duplex, or the other thing, whatever it is called, at each candlestick, when you incense the altar.Much like Saint Thomas Aquinas towards the end of his life who said, "The end of my labors has come. All that I have written appears to be as so much straw after the things that have been revealed to me."
"Conceive a man, said to be made in the image of God, spending his time over that kind of thing. Even now that the burden is over it fills me with rage to recall those days. I could have learned a new language in that time. I could have gone every day to the cinema. I could have read the complete works of Maria Corelli. My cat was spending his time in sane and reasonable pursuits, chasing birds in the garden, climbing trees, or sleeping in his basket, while I was describing the conduct of the second MC at pontifical Vespers not at the throne. And they affect to believe that we lead a nobler life than the beasts...
"My dreadful ceremonies book. Does it really want more revision? I had so hoped that I had done with that filthy job forever. However, if there are still corrections to be made in it (and I have no doubt there are), I suppose I must make them. You cannot conceive how I loathe the idea of going into all that horrid business of the minutiae of tomfool modern ceremonies once again. I do not think there is any possible subject that seems to me more utterly devoid of interest or of any scientific attraction. It is always, of course, merely a matter of seeing what some footling Congregation of incompetent idiots at Rome has said we are to do. Not one halfpenny's worth of principle or historic research is affected by the question of whether the thurifer should stand on the left or on the right at any given moment. I would just as soon spend hours verifying the times at which trains start on some railway line that I shall never use."
When the choreography of the liturgy becomes more important than the sacred texts it matters not if the priest is versus ad populum, nor natibus ad populum.
Wednesday, July 2, 2014
Are you watching what some people have called the “invasion” taking place across the border from Canada into these USA (aka “ces états-unis”)?
Here is but one of many stories, but this caught my eye because of a good point made:
"The common image of an illegal immigrant sneaking into the U.S. involves a Latin American huddling for cover in the brush of an expansive desert. It’s hot, dry, and desolate. Perhaps they are attempting to swim across the Rio Grande as it meanders through the dusty climes of the southern U.S. or jump a fence in the middle of the night. There is a different, much less publicized form of illegal immigrant—the kind coming from Canada. Many of these individuals are not Latin American—U.S. Customs and Border Protection (CBP) have apprehended border jumpers ....(that)... often cross the many waterways of Michigan, Wisconsin, Minnesota, and New York by boat, jet ski, or by swimming. "
"A fishing group on the St. Clair River noticed a man in a Speedo with a backpack swimming in the river recently. CBP was alerted and the man.........., was apprehended."
The Urban Institute estimates between 65,000 and 75,000 undocumented Canadians currently live illegally in the United States.* This is not a new problem. In fact this began back in the early part of the last century and continues today.
This significant influx of immigration by primarily Francophone Canadians help to convince legislators to pass the Johnson-Reed Act of 1924.
What to do? This is orchestrated. Illegal Eh-lians.
Really… what to do?
Our vigilance is required.
N.B. Many quotes for this post were taken out of context and twisted for my own purposes to incite laughter or at least an amused smile. If that occurred, my job is done. If not, I am a very poor satirist, or you need to lighten up, or perhaps a combination of the two.