This priest declares he has no time, no space for The Blah Blah Synod™

The graphic above is the metadata on the Instrumentum laboris, the working document for the continuing Synod on Synodality as dumped into WordPerfect. This blah blah blah is exhausting.

It’s not easy reading, not because it is difficult to see through the infantile “logic” of the ambiguity and “values clarification” of such manipulative prestidigitations, and not because necessary premises which are lacking and illegitimate premises in abundance do not effortlessly flood into sight in the “field hospital” triage staging areas of one’s brain, but because it’s a terrible burden to witness scandal being foisted word by word, sentence by sentence, upon souls for whom the Divine Son of the Immaculate Conception has laid down His life, and for which souls He still bears those majestic wounds.

I have no time, no space for the self-absorbed Promethean neo-Pelagian oppressive darkness of the powers that be. It’s all too disgusting, too insulting to Jesus, and therefore insulting of His dear Immaculate Mother. I just can’t do it. It’s their fault – Jesus and His Mother – it is they who have made me love them, conquering my own idiocy. It’s their fault!

So, instead of blah blah, I’m preoccupied with Christ’s faithful (a technical phrase in Canon Law). I’m busy with providing the Sacraments of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ to the lambs and the sheep that belong to Him, for whom He’s laid down His life. His Mother stood next to Him in His sufferings. The apostles ran away. So have I. So have we all. But John came back to Calvary. So must we all, repentant, if we are to go to heaven.

And even while I exhaust myself – with great joy, mind you – being teamed up with the very Son of the Living God in this way, I have the sense that everything I do in offering the Holy Sacrifice of the Mass, in absolving sin, in providing the Last Rites, in witnessing marriages, in providing Baptism and delegated Confirmations… even while I exhaust myself in concern for the Lord’s Little flock I have the sense that in all this I am to be condemned for this solidarity with the Lord Jesus precisely because I am not thus defined in my actions as a facilitator of blah blah blah of The Blah Blah Synod™.

Thanks be to God, there is not even one person in this parish who is complaining that I am busy with the sick and suffering, who is complaining that I am busy with the Sacraments. For all of my failings, and there are so very many (and I am assured the list is very long indeed), the Lord’s Little flock does not at all pay attention to me as their wounds in this “field hospital” are being tended. I am told that they are so very thankful that the Sacraments of the Lord Jesus have come their way. It is Jesus they want, and Jesus they receive. They are so happy to be with Jesus in the Sacraments. And I have great, great joy in their happiness with Jesus. Not even one of Christ’s faithful blah-blahs to me about any Blah Blah Synod™, ever. Jesus’ Little Flock hear Jesus’ voice, and follow Jesus.

It is not any blah-blahing that attracts anyone. It is Jesus alone, the living, personal, absolute, eternal Truth of our Heavenly Father who attracts souls. Thanks be to God. It’s all about Jesus. He’s the One. He’s the Only One.

And He will come to judge the living and the dead and the world by fire, even those who say He doesn’t exist, or who say He is irrelevant. He will judge them as well. Yes.