|The HermanMunster of Continuity|
But sometimes at the wrong time. Our Archdiocese had an Auxiliary Bishop who was sad in many ways (aren't most Auxiliary Bishops sad? Having to pretend they're even dimmer than the small appliance bulb Ordinary they have to fill in for and clean up after). This one had . . . how to put it delicately . . . bowel issues. Think: Depends. Always leaving in the middle of the Liturgy. Which worked when you had those long Glorias and endless Credos for downtime. What made it even funnier, back in those days, was the motto he picked for his coat-of-arms: Semetipsum Exinanivit. And he actually did one day. During a Retreat. Saint William's Hall. Right at the altar. Right down his leg. In the middle of the Eucharistic Prayer. I shit you not (pardon the pun). (Nope, I'm not gonna translate the Latin for you. GO LOOK IT UP, as Father Z would bark at you! Philippians 2:7. It's really funny given his bowel troubles). Anyhow, he was such a cold fish, one of the professors told us the man's mother died while giving birth to him. When we expressed our shocked sympathy, the professor laughed, "Yeah, she froze to death." One time he came to the Seminary to confer Minor Orders, I was on the servers' squadron and when he sat down for whatever the part is where the Bishop sits down, I put his mitre on backwards, with those flappy things hanging right in front of his face. I never served a Pontifical Liturgy again.
So you can understand why I never followed stuff on epistlelomology or redactional reductionalism. And I always thought "form criticism" was something you did if you didn't keep "custody of the eyes." So I made up the phrase "hermanmunster" because I couldn't figure out what hermeneutic meant.
Who knew it would one day become so popular?
So I got to thinking, why emphasize the differences between Pope Francis and the future anti-Pope Pius XIII, Raymond Leo Cardinal Burke? Or Truman Cardinal Capote as we like to call him here just to make you laugh.
|My favorite verse was removed from this hymn by some gloomy Prefect of the Sacred Congregation for Minding Everyone Else's Divine Worship:|
Be Thou, O Lord, the Rider
And we the little ass
That to the Holy City
Together we might pass.
Before the Schism. I hate schisms. They ruin everything.