The homosexualist shrine prostitute porn star Archbishop Vincenzo Paglia, President of the Pontifical Academy for Life, who singlehandedly destroyed the John Paul II Institute for Marriage and the Family, and who violently inflicted upon Christ’s faithful a horrific homoerotic mural in the Cathedral of Terni, is pushing that immutable doctrine and morality is instead to be held to be changing policy, so that dissenters are heroes of the Zeitgeist, those who by their Nietzschean Nazi-esque “will to power” lead humanity toward a tyranny of evolutionary, revolutionary relativism.
And, to those who will say that I’m no church authority and have no right to call anyone a heretic I will admit that I am unable to inflict canonical penalties upon the archbishop, but I will also say that as a priest of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ, I cannot stand by idly while he scandalizes the Little Flock of the Lord Jesus. As any member of the Lord’s faithful and also and especially as a priest, I am obliged by charity to call this guy a heretic, and, by the way, a really disgusting heretic at that. All heretics are disgusting, but… just… wow… how disgusting…
By the way, just so we’re clear, when Jesus ate and drank with tax-collectors and sinners they were no longer tax collectors and sinners, but were now His disciples, repented, converted, modest, just. None of them would tolerate slimy Vincenzo Paglia depicting them still lost in their sin.
By the way, just so we’re clear, anyone who has repented and converted from the clever sophisms of dissent, away from their previous spitting on Jesus and His demand – “If you love me, keep the commandments” – will want to hold on to any “fame” they have had as dissenters. No. They will tell the whole world that Paglia and the dissenters of today are dead wrong and are risking hell and that they must stop scandalizing the Lord’s Little Flock.
Finally, why bother putting this up? Because the bishops are taking up this line of “reasoning” in droves. Because the bishops have employed lettered henchmen to inflict Hegalian-Rahnerianism word-salad on Jesus’ Little Flock. They insist on dissent.
I don’t listen to them. I listen to Jesus. I hear Jesus’ voice. I know Him. I’m happy to be Jesus’ friend, to follow Him.
I’m not going to listen to dissenters. I find that I am disgusted by dissenters, as I have always been disgusted by dissenters. If they want to repent and follow Jesus, great. I’m happy to help them do that. But I will not bow to their ever-so-dark, ever-so-self-referential, ever-so-Pelagian, ever-so-Promethean horror. Ain’t gonna happen.
Jesus, you are the One, the only One. You are the Absolute Truth, the Living Truth, the unmanipulatable Truth. Yours is true Love, Jesus.
Thank you, Jesus, for having me repent, for forgiving me, for creating me anew as your disciple, as your friend, for having me place my finger into the wounds of the crucifixion in your hands, and my hand into the wound in your side, touching your pierced Heart. Thank you for having had me say, “My Lord and my God.” Thank you for having me somehow follow John back to Calvary to stand with you and and your Mother.
Come what may.