I know, my church it doesn't look like all that much.
But you'd be surprised how often people use the word "Mother" and "Head" around me now and then right here.
Of course, they usually pronounce those "Mutha" and "Shithead," if you get my drift. But I digress.
At least it's near the beach and not freezing like way up north! So we were able to take the Sisters out just last weekend both for formal times with their school kids
And since most clergy around here no longer live in rectories but their private homes, guess who gets to rush off at top speed on emergency sick calls and even non emergency stuck-at-home-old-and-sick-and-nearly-dead anointings?
That's right. Me! The one who doesn't have the money to own a private home or the cash to go out to eat every meal or even think of going to crazy Old Mass conferences run by Bag o Bitter Onions or buy the crap Father Zildo's pushing, if you get my drift.
Today we gladly celebrate the real Mother and Head of all the churches all around the whole wide world!
Today's the Feast of the Dedication of the Basilica of Saint John Lateran in Rome. What a church! What a sanctuary!
Especially compared to mine.
But we sang the same special song they sing today at Vigils. And don't think singing at 3:00 A.M. is easy, especially without Reynaldo around any more!
vision dear of peace and love,
who of living stones art builded
in the height of heaven above,
and, with angel hosts encircled,
as a bride dost earthward move;
from celestial realms descending,
bridal glory round thee shed,
meet for him whose love espoused thee,
to thy Lord shalt thou be led;
all thy streets and all thy bulwarks
of pure gold are fashioned.
Bright thy gates of pearl are shining;
they are open evermore;
and by virtue of his merits
thither faithful souls do soar,
who for Christ's dear Name in this world
pain and tribulation bore.
Many a blow and biting sculpture
polished well those stones elect,
in their places now compacted
by the heavenly Architect,
who therewith hath willed for ever
that his palace should be decked.
Laud and honor to the Father,
laud and honor to the Son,
laud and honor to the Spirit,
ever Three, and ever One,
while unending ages run.
Christ is made the sure Foundation,
Christ the Head and Cornerstone;
Chosen of the Lord, and precious,
Binding all the Church in one,
Holy Zion’s Help forever,
And her Confidence alone.
All that dedicated city,
Dearly loved of God on high,
In exultant jubilation,
Pours perpetual melody,
God the One in Three adoring
In glad hymns eternally.
To this temple, where we call Thee,
Come, O Lord of Hosts, today;
With Thy wonted lovingkindness
Hear Thy servants as they pray.
And Thy fullest benediction
Shed within its walls alway.
Here vouchsafe to all Thy servants
What they ask of Thee to gain;
What they gain from Thee forever
With the blessèd to retain,
And hereafter in Thy glory
Evermore with Thee to reign.
Laud and honor to the Father,
Laud and honor to the Son,
Laud and honor to the Spirit,
Ever Three and ever One;
While unending ages run.
So wherever you are today, all over the world, and however small and ugly your chapel or church is, take a moment like I'm doing here, to remember the Cathedral in Rome and its present Bishop, our Papa so hated by all the blogging assholes, mostly from the USA and ex Anglicans from here and the UK, who really don't seem to belong to our Church at all. We who still do should all thank Christ they're all moving to Econe!
Enjoy the ancient chant sung in English by some really nice folks with great voices.
Here's the hymn sung in real Gregorian Chant and Latin!
But you'll really enjoy these pictures from my own Novitiate. That's our Novice Master on the left and me on the right (I can't believe how serious I looked in my youth! Though charming, I must say).
Compared to now. Hey life takes its toll. If you get my drift. At least I can still read.
Here's my old beloved classmate, who's now my Bishop, Vladyka Eureka of Topeka, Faith's Seeker and Speaker!
This was our Abbot then. No funny business. If you get my drift.
Later he went to the missions, God bless him, and things didn't work out all so well. RIP. That's him on the far left (in more ways than one. Trying to get him to wear his habit down there looks like it was pretty impossible. I know how people "evolve" in the monastic life. But I digress).
Anyhow, when he was Abbot, we're all singing the hymn in Latin starting around 4:15 in this video.
Clearly your participation in traditionalist Catholic devotions and abrogated Masses have borne abundant fruit most likely far larger than your breasts and buttocks (not to mention your brain). So you guess that I'm "an old queer priest who's retired to Florida to bitch" and who has "perverse inclinations"? Well, let me repay you with Pope Francis-Cardinal Kasper recommended "mercy" by praising your previously unknown blog: STATEN ISLAND CATHOLIC. For those of you who may guess that he's a queer old douche-bag who's stuck on Staten Island to bitch and who has his own perverse inclinations, let me give you his own self-definition: "I AM A CATHOLIC WHO IS CONCERNED ABOUT THE STATE OF THE CHURCH AND WOULD LIKE TO RELATE MY EXPERIENCES AS SEEN FROM MY LOCAL PEW IN STATEN ISLAND, NY." Right
Anyhow, here's how I really did end up in Florida. My Dad was the unforgettable Lincoln Vail, and we sing his song at the beginning of every November liturgy as our version of Memory Eternal for Dad. You should see me incense the iconostasis while the choir does the "Movin' Ever Movin'" You'd weep like those who fill the chapel do! OK that's it. Now I'm all verklempt! Here's Dad's pic and chant: