Tuesday, September 30, 2014

DONNA NOBIS PACEM: Wherein Fr D Warns of Social Media Dangers!

You know I don't get out much.

Between saying the Office, walking the dog, tending to the bees and the garden, baking altar breads, stringing rosaries for the missions and plaiting disciplines for the growing number of Traditional-Orders-(and-more-and-more-Oratories)-of-one-or-two that count on my expertise with that rare craft . . .

So in my free time it's just me and the computer, which means I've been able to introduce you to Blogging Fruitcakes galore: the anti-Francis freaks of RetRorate, Fr ZZ (top), the anti-every-Pope-but-Benedict XVI (even though he required her absolute ordination) Rev. Mother M. John Cunniwicke, the bow-tied dear olde things of The New Liturgical (Bowel) Movement and of the sodomy-obsessed Blogger-in-the-Closet-in-Chief Mundaboor.

But just the other day, I discovered a FaceBook Fruitcake!

Everyone's warning us of the dangers of Social Media.

Who knew that a principal casualty could be your ecclesiastical career?!?!?!?

Case in point: imagine being pastor of one of the largest parishes in the Archdiocese, and Director of Liturgy for the Archdiocese, and posting THIS about your newly-appointed Archbishop?





OH DONNA NOBIS PACEM!



Monday, September 29, 2014

THIS AND THAT AND TIT FOR TAT

Tit for tat, and she ain't all that.
Much ado these days. Too many places it's more about the tat than it is this and that. 

One of Father D's readers commented (and forgive me, as I would gladly give the anonymous commenter full credit should they wish)
(Blue words are those of Mother Cunniwicke. The Purple are those of the Anonymous Commenter. )

"Mother Johanna Mary Cunniwicky of the Petrified Virgin has had a King's shillings worth of innuendo:


28 September 2014
This and that

"I did rather wonder why Cardinal Cormac had a private Audience of the Sovereign Pontiff last Tuesday, September 23.

Before we were admitted to the presbyterate of the Ordinariate, we were all given a very rigorous going-over at a place in Manchester. Are the same precautions taken with would-be bishops?

It should not be forgotten that a principal source of Mother Johanna's enduring resentment and rage at the one year's postponement of his unconditional ordination was the long history of a mixture of subterranean anti-authoritarianism, decayed Anglican establishment elitism and studied dilettantism in ecclesiastical res minutiae."
 
Well bugger me blue eyed and balding! 

Rev Mother Cunniwicke, do you REALLY want this or any blog to start sharing FACTS - not rumours and anecdotes, dear - but facts (names, places) regarding the personal lives of some of those who were "given a rigorous going over"?

Because from Walsingham to the Southern Cross, have we got some doozies we'd love to share!  Starting with Gladys and Ethyl!  
This and That, indeed. 


Father D is working on a lil post called Who's Your Papa? concering the Transylvanian Redemptorists in general, and their new calendar specifically.  If any of you on that side of the Pond have Biretta on the Ground, have ever visited, know someone who has, or know the deal with Papa Stronsay, please drop me a note or leave a comment.  I always keep source identities private. fatherjtd@gmail.com

Sunday, September 28, 2014

LET HE WHO IS WITHOUT SIN CAST THE FIRST STONE



When Our Lord Jesus Christ said "Let he who is without sin cast the first stone," I'm pretty sure it was an admonition, not a challenge.


If our Lord where to visit RetroRate what would he write in the sand as they gather their daily stones?

A Father D Exclusive: A page from The Official RetroRate stoning guide

TRIFECTA ERECTA: FSSP Arrives in Mexico City

FSSP Procession of religious and faithful into Mexico City?  Sure looks like it!
Our Particular Friends over at RetroRate have shared the news that the Fraternaty of Saint Peter have arrived in Mexico City. Let the festivities fiesta begin!  

The past three months have been filled with blessed news about new apostolates for the Priestly Fraternity of Saint Peter (FSSP) in extremely important Sees.

First, the historic Collegiate Church of Saint Anne, in the capital of Bavaria, Munich, in July.

Then, the historic arrival in the most populated Archdiocese in the United States, Los Angeles, in August.

Now, in September, the official announcement of what had been expected for years: after years of only an occasional presence, the FSSP has been graciously invited by Cardinal Norberto Rivera Carrera, the Primate Archbishop of Mexico, to install a permanent apostolate with daily Traditional Masses in the diocese with the largest number of Catholics in the Americas, Mexico City, the capital of the great Mexican nation.


 These fine gentlemen must be from the FSSP Eastern Rite as they are vested as mitred archimandrites. Who would have guessed!!

THIRTY-THREE DAYS THIRTY-SIX YEARS LATER


Eternal Memory!

As I type this entry it is 7:00 A.M in Rome. Thirty-six years ago to the day, just a few hours ago, Albino Luciani, Pope John Paul the First, the Smiling Pope, was found dead in his bed after just thirty-three days.

Pope John Paul I was the first pope to abandon coronation and the triple tiera. He was the first pope to have a Papal Inauguration and the last pope to use the Sedia Gestatoria.

There are many better photos than the two I have chosen to post.  These two most resonate with my memory of those days.  I remember the beaming, contagious smile. Look at the ill fitting sleeves of the cassock!  Even the smallest one was too big for his small frame I would read a few years later in an account of the events immediately after his election.

My cold hardened heart melts and my eyes water as I look at these images. I remember our phone ringing early that morning, and my mother waking me.  Father Kelly wanted me at the church that morning to serve Mass for the repose of the soul of the Pope. As I entered the sacristy and prepared for Mass, I could see the frame of Father Kelly kneeling in the first pew on the (Gospel) side of the church with the large image of the Mother of Perpetual Help, praying his rosary and weeping.  Father was in his mid sixties, typical of many Irish-American priests of his age, I had never seen him cry, not when I served his niece's wedding nor his own mother's funeral. 

Many of the young men being ordained priests today have no memories of any Pope except John Paul II and Benedict XVI, nor the older form of the Mass (rattled off in twenty-five minuets with the only audible words being "...per omnia saecula saeculorum. Amen.") unless exposed to one of the rare "Indult Masses" growing up.  America Magazine referred to Luciani as the Forgotten Pope, but I for one, will always remember.

If you want to get a glimpse inside the mind and heart of Pope John Paul I, pick up a copy of his book (written while Patriarch of Venice) titled Illustrissimi or "To the Illustrious Ones," a collection of letters to forty historical persons and fictional characters.  It's one of the only texts available in English that can give you an idea of the person he was and the pontificate that might have been.  I certain that Papa Luciani would be pleased with Pope Francis, especially considering his continued reform of Vatican finances.


The best way to close this post is with the words of the late Pope himself.

"We wish to continue in following up the legacy of the Second Vatican Council whose wise regulations have still to be led to their fulfillment, being careful that a push, generous perhaps, but unduly timed, does not detract from the content and meaning of the council, and on the other hand being careful and reined and timid efforts do not slow up the magnificent drive of renewal and of life." 
Address to the crowd in St Peter's Square 27 August 1978

"We are the objects of undying love on the part of God. We know: he has always his eyes open on us, even when it seems to be dark. He is our father; even more he is our mother. He does not want to hurt us, He wants only to do good to us, to all of us. If children are ill, they have additional claim to be loved by their mother. And we too, if by chance we are sick with badness, on the wrong track, have yet another claim to be loved by the Lord.
Angelus, 10 September 1978

 "The Church's main task is to divinize but this does not excuse her from the task of humanizing. I also voted for Gaudium et Spes. I was moved and enthusiastic when Populorum Progressio was published. I think that the Church's magisterium can never do too much to present and urge the solutions to the great problems of freedom, justice, peace and development, and the Catholic laity can never fight too hard to solve these problems." 
General audience, 20 September 1978

 And of course, his last General Audience 27 September 1978, one of the few times he spoke in English.


Thursday, September 25, 2014

AN OPEN LETTER TO CARDINAL PELL

Then Jesus spoke to the crowds and to his disciples, saying, “The scribes and the Pharisees have taken their seat on the chair of Moses. Therefore, do and observe all things whatsoever they tell you, but do not follow their example. For they preach but they do not practice. They tie up heavy burdens hard to carry and lay them on people’s shoulders, but they will not lift a finger to move them. All their works are performed to be seen. They widen their phylacteries and lengthen their tassels. They love places of honor at banquets, seats of honor in synagogues, greetings in marketplaces, and the salutation ‘Rabbi.’ As for you, do not be called ‘Rabbi.’ You have but one teacher, and you are all brothers. Call no one on earth your father; you have but one Father in heaven. Do not be called ‘Master’; you have but one master, the Messiah. The greatest among you must be your servant. Whoever exalts himself will be humbled; but whoever humbles himself will be exalted. Matthew 23:1-12
Dear Cardinal Pell,
In the lead-up to next month’s Extraordinary Synod of Bishops on the Family you and a number of your confreres are re-asserting the church’s longstanding exclusion of divorced and remarried people from communion.
Your foreword to The Gospel of the Family appears to leave us with little doubt: outsiders are not welcome.
As you have said, “The sooner the wounded, the lukewarm, and the outsiders realise that substantial doctrinal and pastoral changes are impossible, the more the hostile disappointment (which must follow the reassertion of doctrine) will be anticipated and dissipated.”
Respectfully, I have a number of questions I’d like to consider with you; conscious, of course, that neither of us in our grappling can claim to really know the mind of Christ.
So, what was it that our Lord had in mind when he instituted the Eucharist with these self-emptying words, “This is my body, this is my blood?” Whose hunger was he responding to? Who was welcome? And what are the implications for our Sunday worship and beyond? 
Well, we do know this: The tax collectors and sinners were all crowding round to listen to him, and the Pharisees and scribes complained saying, ‘This man welcomes sinners and eats with them …’ (Lk 15:2-3) 
And this: It is not the healthy who need a doctor, but the sick. Go and learn the meaning of the words: ‘Mercy is what pleases me, not sacrifice.’ And indeed I came to call not the upright, but sinners. (Mt 9:12-13)
And this: Let anyone who is thirsty come to me!
Let anyone who believes in me come to drink! (Jn 7:38)
And this: When he arrived at the Pharisee’s house and took his place at table, suddenly a woman came in, who had a bad name in the town … She covered his feet with kisses and anointed him … the Pharisee said to himself, ‘If this man were a prophet, he would know … what sort of person [was] touching him and what a bad name she has …’ (Lk 7:36-39)
And this: They were at supper … and he got up from table, removed his outer garments … and began to wash his disciples’ feet … (Jn 13:2, 4, 5) 
And this: Peter said …‘You know it is forbidden for Jews to mix with people of another race or visit them; but God has made it clear to me that I must not call anyone profane or unclean … God has no favourites … and who am I to stand in God’s way?’ (Acts 10:28, 34 & 11:17)
Could it be, given the exclusivity of our Communion, that when we proclaim these words we are potentially condemning ourselves as well?
Just think: Jesus, a glutton and a drunkard, a friend of sinners (Lk 7:34), real and present in our Breaking of Bread. Wow. Extraordinary. Out of this world. We actually believe this … don’t we?
If we answer in the affirmative, there are profound consequences: are we not also compelled to look beyond the in-crowd and welcome outsiders; are we not also compelled to take risks: like the risk of being labelled and pilloried for sharing our table with those we are not supposed to; for doing something that is forbidden by law. I am not thinking here of people who do not care. I am concerned for those who are hungry for love and long to share even the crumbs from the table.
Can any of us truly look at our Lord and Master and say without a profound sense of foreboding: ‘Yes, I am a follower; but you must understand there are rules …’
His disciples were hungry and began to pick ears of corn and eat them. The Pharisees noticed it and said to him, ‘Look, your disciples are doing something that is forbidden on the Sabbath’. (Mt 12:1-2)
If the Eucharist is essentially an encounter with the real presence, rather than essentially an institutional-cum-cultic event, then surely the Master’s social interactions make it abundantly clear: hunger, not worthiness underpins Table Fellowship. To allow the law, cultic statutes, and theology to take precedence over mercy and love and encounter, is tantamount to perpetuating the hard line rigour of those Pharisees who complained bitterly and moralised pompously about so many things.
Their approach fostered a cold, superficial temple-based religion. But Jesus invited his followers to a change of heart, a heart oriented to the one called, Abba – Father : a relational, God-based faith.
Indeed, if Jesus himself was bound by the strictures of his religious tribe and the social mores of his day, he would never have encountered the woman at the well because ‘Jews, of course, do not associate with Samaritans’ (Jn 4:10). Thankfully, he was not. Thus, a women consigned to the margins, and thirsting for love, was afforded one-on-one time with the One who risked everything to offer her living water.
Yet, despite the extraordinary inclusiveness and openness of our foot washing Master; not to mention the accusations his behaviour attracted – blasphemy, law-breaking, ‘prince of devils’ – there are still those who insist that the meal instituted by him who emptied himself, taking the form of a slave (Phil 2:7) be an exclusive, High Church event with all the accoutrements, pomp and ceremony, do’s and don’ts, and rules about who’s in and who’s out, as if the Holy One needs protection and distancing from an encounter with the great unwashed.
If this non-relational Temple-centred worship takes hold, then we too leave ourselves open to the criticism:
Now here, I tell you, is something greater than the Temple. And if you had understood the meaning of the words: ‘Mercy is what pleases me, not sacrifice’, you would have not condemned the blameless. For the Son of Man is master of the Sabbath. (Mt 12:5-8)
And if, in the depth of our being, we believe Jesus is real and present at the breaking of bread, then how do we justify the exclusion of so many? Can we in good conscience continue to turn away those longing to drink from the well-of-life because Catholics, of course, do not break bread with …? 
There can be neither Jew nor Greek, there can be neither slave nor freeman, there can neither be male nor female – for you are all one in Christ Jesus. (Gal 3:28-29)
I do not presume to know the mind of Pope Francis either, but his musings on spiritual worldliness seem especially apt:
[There] are 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 to a narcissistic and authoritarian elitism, whereby instead of evangelising, one analyses and classifies others, and instead of opening the door of grace, one exhausts his or her energies in inspecting and verifying. (Evangelii Gaudium #94) 
In some people we see an ostentatious preoccupation for the liturgy, for doctrine and for the Church’s prestige, but without any concern that the Gospel have a real impact on God’s faithful people and the concrete needs of the present time. In this way, the life of the Church turns into a museum piece or something which is the property of a select few … The mark of Christ, incarnate, crucified and risen, is not present; closed and elite groups are formed, and no effort is made to go forth and seek out those who are distant or the immense multitudes who thirst for Christ. (Evangelii Gaudium #95)
It prompts the question: has a simple, inclusive and profound ‘family’ meal been overwhelmed by an impersonal and, often times, sterile institutional sacrifice; one that tends towards mass exclusion?
Peace and regards,
Fr Peter Day, Parish Priest, Corpus ChristiArchdiocese of Canberra and Goulburn, Australia

Source:  Here

Tuesday, September 23, 2014

MERCY OR MISERY: We Report, You Decide

Greetings, dear readers and readerettes! Yes, Fr D is back again, taking inspiration from the Saint-of-the-Day, Padre Pio: he's here, he's there, he's everywhere!

Of course, the Worldwide Web makes it easy to multi-locate and that's exactly what I did, just to see how our beloved Katholic Krazies are coping, now that there's not as much "cope-ing" going on as there was (to quote one of the kraziest of the krazies) during "the great and glorious Pontificate of our very own Pope You-Know-Who XVI!" With bombshells blowing away velvet mozettas and matching camauros, not to mention fond hopes of Pius XIII Burke being borne into the basilica on a sedia gestatoria between ostrich plumes to be crowned with the tiara, and Synod Shenanigans afoot, liberal Archbishops being named to major Sees, and rumors of Curial promotion for a Radical Bugninite, why you'd hardly know that real bombs were dropping all over Syria . . .  

RetRorate's Professor Konsternation prepares the dusky rose dye for a set of Gaudete-Laetare fiddlebacks

For example, glancing at our special friends over at RetRorate, Professor Konsternation laments (he almost always laments, when he's not bemoaning or fuming):

To a large number of Catholics, this outmoded and superseded “Latin Mass” is supposed to be the refuge of intolerant social misfits, judgmental cranks, misogynists, and who knows what other kinds of worn-out relics—a world in which there can be no mercy . . .

Well, Professor K, whatever in the world would make people think something like that? This? Or maybe this? Or maybe this? Perhaps this? There's always this! This. This, too. Or . . . for that matter, even this?

[Note to Fr Z, re: Padre Pio and the Smell Test. The poor man lived in rural Italy well before Gillette's RIGHT GUARD aerosol deodorant was available at a time when Capuchin Friars were allowed only two habits, one of which was replaced every 25 years at Profession jubilees and one bath a month. Cut the Saint some slack!]

Intolerant social misfits? Check!
Judgmental cranks? Check!
Misogynists? Check!
Worn-out relics? Well . . . we report, you decide! We've decided, Just Plain Nasty. And sad.

So we join with Professor K in prayers to heaven for mercy. But since God is rich in mercy, let's anticipate its being granted and pick up the mood just a bit! And why just go back to the Church of the 1970s, when with a little help from YouTube, we can go all the way back to the 1960s? Groovy, baby! From the classic Dennis Fitzpatrick F.E.L. "Rock n' Roll Mass" fresh off of North Rush Street from the days when Cardinal Bernardin hadn't yet visited Chicago, "The Exceptions" rock a Kyrie, eleison (in the pre-ICEL translation!):



Same piece and same band but with the 1970 ICEL version:

Monday, September 22, 2014

RITA? WHO'S RITA? Ordinariate Faire 2014

Members of the Personal Ordinariate of Our Lady of Walsingham from the length and breadth of Britain were in London over the weekend of 19-21 September for the Ordinariate's first ever festival.

Our beloved Mother M. John Cunniwicke has posted a very revealing entry about the recent Renaissance Ordinariate Faire Festival of which we were able to obtain some exclusive photos.
Cuniwicke tells us, "Somebody whose name I cannot now quite remember used to keep saying,  RITA!"  However, I'm not sure who Rita is.  I know who Martha is, (As in Arthur and Martha) and I am told Gladys is in East Anglia and Ethel is in Melbourne. No one seems to know Rita!

Reverend Mother tells us the Fest was "absolutely glorious ... you could tell it was all clicking superbly by the way that everybody laughed at even the slightest provocation."  Indeed!  



Many old and new faces where there. 
It seems even Father John Crappie came out for the event.  Who knew!






 Wouldn't be a proper fest without a representative from the Dominican Rite.  Especially since those who were planning to serve in the Inquisition's Rack and Ruin Ministry during the Cardinal Capote pontificate seem now to have lots of extra time on their hands. While the photo is not quite as clear as we might like, I'm certain this Friar is not Larry Lew.  Perhaps Auggie Thompson?








Prelates of every rank were present.






















Perhaps a future Ordinary and his spouse from a yet to be formed, by popular demand no doubt, ordinariate for Fantasy Island. This heterosexual couple is obviously not from this ordinariate.





But Father, but Father... Mother Cunniwicke tells us there were "loads and loads" of laity as well! All you've shown us so far is all the clergy.

Yes. Well. You should know by now, readers and readerettes, that those who have been ontologically elevated to dizzying heights of metaphysical  superiority take pride of place in matters ecclesiastical. Without those who have had hands laid upon them and anointed with Oil, there would be no church.  Then where would you be?  Hmmm?  Probably sailing down the river of sin on Satan's pleasure raft!

Yes the unwashed and un-anointed laity were there.







 



A GLIMPSE OF THINGS TO COME?


Wouldn't that just cause mass apoplexy in certain spheres!

Sunday, September 21, 2014

EXPLOSIVELY MIND-BLOWING: The Pianist: Conclavial Conspiracies and Synodal Shenanigans. One of our nuttiest ever!


Michael Davies may still be dead, but RetRorate's Mystery Pianist and, as is obvious from his "The-Carnival-Is-NOT-Over-Yet, Frankie" choice of vesture, ardent supporter of The Reform of the Reform, has apparently made contact with the website from his piano aboard the Mother Ship (hovering very close to Econe these days) with shocking revelations of conclavial conspiracies and synodical shenanigans.

Not since Cardinal Siri was elected as Gregory XVII and then blackmailed into letting Roncalli become Pope, or since the real Paul VI was abducted to Malta and replaced by the impostor who allowed the Freemason Bugnini to Protestantize the Roman liturgy, have so many black helicopters passed out this many tinfoil hats!

Best call out Michael Voris' Church Militant Temple Police before the Synod proceedings are high-jacked like the Conclave of 2013, and the Eucharistic Jesus finds himself once again eating with tax-collectors and sinners. Remember how that messed up a previous generation of Scribes and Pharisees!

Or at least such are the messages purported to be overheard at a sumptuous dinner that probably featured Fr ZZ (Top)'s Chilled Widow and Saint Gennaro's Tainted Sausage.

For the rest of you, Fr. D says: If the Eerie Benedictines didn't calm your Bergoglio-ISIS rattled nerves, head on back to the Ed Sullivan Show and give this a listen!




PS Now that we've had some fun with our favorite Katholic Krazies, we can close this little spoof with a very quick Italian lesson . . . "Piano", as it appears in the original Tosatti piece means "plan". "Pianoforte" is the Italian word for the musical instrument. So Tosatti is not even using "piano" as a metaphor. You know, I've often said that I don't get out much and like to make people laugh. But seriously, if you're going to devote your blog to slandering the Vicar of Christ, and even welcome converts, not to mention priests, as translators to join in the hatchet job, you really ought to see if you can find someone who knows Italian. Just Fr D's two lire . . . 

Saturday, September 20, 2014

CONSERVATIVE CARDINALS CONFRONT COMPULSIVE COMPASSION

Their new blockbuster book is entitled:

REMAINING IN THE TABERNACLE:
Keeping Jesus Safely Locked Away
From Divorced and Other Deviant Catholics


No one expected such a coordinated attack against Cardinal Kasper and, by implication, against Pope Francis.

But then, no one ever expects these guys!

Cardinals Müller, Brandmüller and Caffarra at Ignatius Press' Meet-Greet-and-Anathematize
Known as "The Fiery Five," only three of the Cardinal contributors, Cardinals Müller, Brandmüller and Caffarra, were available for the book's roll-out at Ignatius Press headquarters yesterday.

Cardinal Capote was on his way to Chicago where he had expected to be named Archbishop, while Cardinal DePaolis was taking part, uncharacteristically, in an interfaith celebration, assisting Muslim clerics in Teheran administer 91 lashes each to the Iranian students who danced to Pharrell's "Happy" in an Internet viral video.

Cardinal Müller explained the inspiration behind this so-to-be-hailed-as-classic: "As the Bergoglio tsunami of compulsive compassion threatens to sweep away centuries of black-and-white in a muddy ooze of feel-good beige, someone had to stick their finger in the dyke dike, and we figured why settle for a finger when five can make a fist? I mean, smelling like the sheep is one thing but feeding the dogs . . . you know what I mean . . . "

A page-turner for sure!


And with today's news that Cardinal Capote was not named to Chicago and that the Pope (what a coincidence!) has appointed a commission to reform the annulment process already causing incomprehensible stammering in Madison and a four-chain-thurible-meltdown-cum-bugia-burnout at RetRorate, where nerves were already frayed by the realization that Michael Davies is still dead and digestion seriously impeded by the ingestion of a bad text in Rome and a tainted sausage in New York, this hefty tome (304 uplifting pages!) arrives not a moment too soon to get everyone's minds off compassion and back on laying down the law!

If more audio-visual healing is needed, Fr D humbly suggests something that always works for him, especially after watching a Michael Voris' militant mania:








See if you cant find this familiar face.


Wednesday, September 17, 2014

CARDINAL CAPOTE: Ray Gonna Go? Say It Isn't So!

Expert on Canon Law and Marriage Raymond Leo Cardinal Capote (center) saunters in the Roman Summer heat.
This is the Sando Magister post that everyone and her sister have their lace and brocade panties all knotted up over.

It's no secret that Cardinal Burke isn't Father D's favorite Cardinal. Who am I to judge?  I don't know Card. Burke at all.  I don't know him well enough to tell him apart from Truman Capote in drag if they were both tap dancing in front of me.  But, I am willing to bet that as a judge he is a fair interpreter of the law.  Father Z tells me that he (Capote-Burke) is a man of deep spiritual resources.  He will be fine.  Do, however, say a prayer for him regularly.  Every Cardinal needs regular prayers!  Especially the older ones.  Imagine how the irregularity targets Cardinals, especially real anal retentive defenders of tradition.  It’s a terrifying prospect. 

The same people grieving now were the ones who gloated when Archbishop Piero Marini was moved. The same ones wailing and gnashing their partial plates now were the ones crowing "Cafeteria Closed" way back when.

One hopes that in the joy of the kingdom Merry del Val and Alfred Loisy are toasting the Lamb who is worthy, while Teilhard de Chardin and Alfredo Ottaviani join the heavenly hosts in chanting the Thrice-holy Hymn.


'It is, moreover, Our will that Catholics should abstain from certain appellations which have recently been brought into use to distinguish one group of Catholics from another. They are to be avoided not only as "profane novelties of words," out of harmony with both truth and justice, but also because they give rise to great trouble and confusion among Catholics. Such is the nature of Catholicism that it does not admit of more or less, but must be held as a whole or as a whole rejected: "This is the Catholic faith, which unless a man believe faithfully and firmly; he cannot be saved" (Athanas. Creed). There is no need of adding any qualifying terms to the profession of Catholicism: it is quite enough for each one to proclaim "Christian is my name and Catholic my surname," only let him endeavour to be in reality what he calls himself.'

Pope Benedict XV,
Ad Beatissimi Apostolorum, 1 Nov 1914