For those terribly offended by this analogy, consider:
When John the Baptist leapt for joy in his mother Elizabeth’s womb as he was sanctified by little Jesus in the womb of Immaculate Mary, this leaping was dancing for joy just as David danced for joy before the Ark of the Covenant. But this time, with John, the Ark is not a box, but Mary who carried God Himself. The preface even in the Novus Ordo speaks of John singing about the Lamb who takes away the sins of the world.
Commenters on the symbolic meanings of Juan Diego’s Tilma say that the posture, the stance of Mary depicts that she is actually moving, well, dancing, dancing for joy, and she also sings her magnificat, glorifying the Lord.
We recall Guardini’s and Ratzinger’s The Spirit of the Liturgy, at play before the Lord, right?
One is free to enter into the Sacrifice of Praise, following the law by way of the Holy Spirit, which is not freedom to break the commandments, or the rubrics for that matter, but the freedom of the children of God who will joyfully follow the commandments. See Romans 3:31…
“Do we, then, nullify the law by faith? Certainly not! Instead, we uphold the law.”
So, let me offer a contrast. I have witnessed academic know-nothing professors in seminaries who, thinking themselves to be clever, sophisticated, ever so self-congratulatory, would go out of their way to change words in the Eucharistic Prayer (this all being Novus Ordo) and change all sorts of rubrics at Holy Mass, consistently, purposely, just so as to showcase that Mass is be an occasion by which to turn the sanctuary into a staging of narcissism. They turn the Law of Prayer, the Sacrifice of the Last Supper as united with Calvary, into an instruction to the seminarians about how, when they are priests, they too will be able to kick their parishioners in the face, relativizing to themselves that which is by it’s very nature is to be open to those who desire to be united to that Sacrifice of Jesus, and not privatized by narcissists.
Could it be that those bad and evil trads who say the black of the text and do the red of the rubrics at Holy Mass ever so rigidly, so very entrenched – because they’re all, ALL OF THEM, old meanies, right? – could it be that at least some of them are actually saying the black and doing the red because they have light and joyful hearts, truly joyful in the gift of joy from the Holy Spirit, and are absolutely enjoying the freedom of the children of God, freed because of not being forced to be narcissistic, freed because of being immobilized, nailed down, crucified with the Son of the Living God, dead to themselves so as to live for Jesus, to lead others not to themselves but to Jesus, because He’s the One, the only One?
Yes, that could be. It’s true in some small way with me. I’m so unworthy. But our Lord’s graciousness in having wretched me be His priest makes me all the more joyful. He’s so good and kind, and His Truth is overwhelmingly glorious, awesome, stunning… I don’t have the brain-power-band-width to distract myself about how cleverly I can enculturate my idiocy into what is by rights His Holy Mass so as to relativize the Holy Mass to myself, cheating myself and everyone else in The Lord’s Little Flock. They have a right to His Holy Mass. They don’t need my stupidity. I would feel terribly self-conscience in “creating my own Mass.” I want to be preoccupied not with myself, but with Jesus. He’s the One. He’s the only One.
And there’s this from Taylor. Great! He nails this perfectly. Lol. Well done, Taylor. Well done:
I’M SORRY! I APOLOGIZE! THERE’S LACE IN THAT PICTURE AT THE TOP OF THIS POST! OH NO!
It’s polyester. No lace. I’m really hard on stuff like this. Lace would be destroyed with first time usage. I’m just clumsy. It’d get caught in the arm chair in the Confessional, ripped by the altar rail posts…
It’s not that I’m against lace. As the TLM chaplain who reintroduced the TLM back into Lourdes, France, I arranged this Mass with lots of lace, and was able to take this picture. Great!
But, as I say, I’m terribly clumsy. I can’t have nice things. It is what it is.
Remember the successful conflagration of the (to say the least) inappropriate altar we had up at the parish church?
Remember how we put in a new floor, a new way to secure the tabernacle, altar rails, a new altar base, a new granite altar top?
Well, finally, I’ve hunted down a spiral saw and a handful of diamond bits, made up some rails to control depth and alignment and then set up hacking into the granite, granite dust everywhere.
The saw was dragged over the surface of the altar from the marker-lines to the end of the top rails, little by little, deeper and deeper:
Here’s the first cut that was made. Not bad if I do say so myself, never having done such a thing in my life.
Not easy, as the spiral saw must be held with both hands before starting it as it will want to torque right out of your hands. No injuries. Thanks Saint Michael! Thanks Guardian Angel!
Such a cut was repeated at each corner of the altar, and then cross-beam cuts were made to create crosses. A fifth cross has to be engraved in the middle-middle.
One of our TLM servers said the easy way to mark the center is to cross a string diagonally across the altar, tape that down, repeat the other direction. X marks the spot for the cross.
Then the “sepulcher” has to be excavated into the altar (along with a capstone, to be made of local shale) where the priest kisses the altar. This is where the relics of at least two saints, at least one being a martyr, are to be secured.
These are all prerequisite preparations to the consecration of the altar with the sacred chrism. Previous to that consecration, some exact measurements need to be made and sent off to an expert in making altar cloths out of linin. There’s a permanent drenched-with-wax altar cloth just the size of the top. Over that goes another the same size, also permanent, which will stick on its own to the waxed cloth below, the top having no trace of the wax. Over that goes an altar cloth that just about touches the floor to both sides.
The message is that the Traditional Latin Mass is evil, that Jesus in the Blessed Sacrament is evil, and that abortion is the sacred sacrament of the pro-aborts that must be reverenced.
+Archbishop Arthur Roach (b. 1950) is the guy who presented the Responsa ad dubia, saying that Jesus, in the Holy Sacrifice of the Mass, the TLM, has nothing to do with the life of the parish. Nothing. So don’t take note of any of that in parish bulletins, he said. He’s Pope Francis’ hatchet man to wipe the TLM off the face of the earth.
+Bishop Robert Walter McElroy (b. 1954) has a long history of being militantly pro-abortion. Read through the short article on Wikipedia: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Robert_W._McElroy. Obviously, he was chosen as a public smack-down of Archbishop Cordileone, who recently forbade Nancy Pelosi to receive Holy Communion because of equally strident pro-abortion machinations.
BTW, that picture up top was taken by yours truly. I did the logistics for soon to be Cardinal Burke for that pilgrimage Mass, with myself being the TLM chaplain at Lourdes at the time. I was able to bring back the TLM just about single-handedly to the Sanctuaries after Summorum Pontificum even before it officially came into effect. And I’m pro-life. I guess I’m bad and evil as well. No red hat for me! :-)
To the left is my now broken oleum infirmorum (oil of the sick) stock. I have no idea how old it is. I think it was already a lifetime old when I was gifted it as a young deacon getting ready to be ordained a priest also a lifetime ago. It’s got really a lot of history to it; it could tell many end of life dramatic stories of God’s good grace all over this world on so many continents in so many countries. This was a nostalgic moment for me.
The new cotton and oleum infirmorum from this year’s Chrism Mass just weeks ago was transferred from the broken stock to the “new” old stock pictured on the right. I’m guessing that this “new” old stock I had on hand is from the late 1800s or early 1900s. I think I inherited it from a priest in my first assignment as a deacon waaaay back in the day. He had been a priest for some 60 years already. I have no idea of its long history and, it looks like, heavy usage. I’m eager to begin adding to its saga of dramatic stories of God’s good grace who knows where in this world from now on as I myself get older and it will go to some other priest as time goes on.
I’ve also been gifted stocks or bought stocks other than these, always but always a total disappointment. Mere trinkets. You get what you pay for. If it’s in a “sick-call set” it’s always useless, with junk metal flaking off in chunks when you try to screw off the cap the first time. And then there’s no room for the cotton or oil, and there’s certainly no all-important hinged-ring on the bottom (also important for grip in screwing off the cap). The hinged ring is for the priest holding his sacramental ritual book and the opened stock upright in one hand while he’s anointing the Lord’s suffering soul with his other hand.
You can hardly get these older style stocks with plenty of room for cotton and oil inside and a hinged-ring, and made from at least brass. Yes, brass is also a junk-metal, but it can be plated and it’s really, really, really strong, and that’s what’s needed more than the gold. Nothing works like brass. Not gold. Not silver. Not alumini[!]um. Nothing else. That’s my constant, continuous experience. I remember a pewter stock with a hinged ring. That broke off in like the first use. Sigh.
Older style stocks are mostly unavailable, are on forever-back-order, etc. I’m happy for the inheritance of two O.I. stocks from ages past. I’m thinking that making these things is a lost art whilst insane-liberal-unbelieving priests invalidly delegate Last Rites to be given by whoever the EMHC happens to be, sending them out with weird glass jars with huge corks with surely coconut or cbd oil, maybe essence of aroma therapy oil, you know, while they all sip effete elitist leftist lattes while also handing out the white cookie thingies… Grrr. That’s not my Church. And that’s not a straw man story. I’ve been an assistant priest in many parishes in past decades right around the world where those were the circumstances of [not] pastoral care, so that I took over all the Communion Calls because people were not getting Confession and the Last Rites, even if they thought they were because that’s what the heretics told them.
Anyway, I’m guessing this other stock will make it to it’s second century mark before it quits. I think I myself will have received the Last Rites (please God) and die in the Lord’s good graces (hopefully) long before this other stock pictured on the right breaks down. There are good priests in my diocese.
Reminder:Call the priest for Last Rites before someone dies! You can’t receive a sacrament after you’re dead. It is a terrible thing not to call the priest when someone is dying and needs the last rights.
Instruction: Some parts of some cultures, particularly Italian and Latino in my experience, will absolutely not call a priest for Last Rites until someone has died because, as they tell me, we can’t call a priest for Last Rites when someone is living, because then they’ll die. Aaarrrrgghh! It’s not infrequent that I’ll get “the call” days after someone has passed away. This, even though I frequently instruct about calling the priest right away while the person is still alive.
Lemme tell you, I can’t even begin to tell you all the miracles that have happened because of this sacrament, saving the person’s soul, but then also at times bodily life in this world if that’s what the Lord wants. This can often give the person some reprieve to do more for the Lord in this world before they definitively are on their way to the good Lord Jesus.
By the way, this is NOT an advertisement for anyone to get me another stock! No! I’m going to do a deep clean on the broken stock (they both need an outside clean-up) and I’m gonna fix it. I know how to do these things. It would be a just-in-case stock if the new old one also breaks. So I’m nostalgic.
“But Father George! Father George! This just shows how extremist you are! The laity have been handing out – what did you call it? – communion, for a long time, and we have oil too! You have a broken oil stock?! That proves you’re superstitious: “The priest has to do it!” And you think the laity can’t provide that sacrament?! What do we men and womxn have to do, get ordained?”
smh. My response to that is to admit that I’m really hard on such things as oil stocks as I give them a terrible work-out in the field, all the time, thanks be to God.
This is one of the best ever efforts of Tucker. Excellent summary of the way things are.
I’m looking for the bishops to say something, anything, with such clarity. And if any bishop actually believed that Jesus is the Son of the Living God and that the Most Blessed Sacrament is the Body, Blood, Soul and Divinity of Jesus, that Bishop should personally be writing a lengthy heart-felt statement, full front page of their diocesan newspapers about Jesus and the Blessed Sacrament, about protecting the least of the brethren in the womb, the image of Jesus. They shouldn’t depend on Styrofoam CNS of the USCCB. That’s B.S. They need to lead their flocks. We’re literally dying out here.
The Satanic side threatens to burn the Most Blessed Sacrament as the Satanists push for abortion at Catholic churches following the leak of the possible SCOTUS decision on Roe v Wade. An entire tabernacle was just stolen from a Catholic Church. Here’s a picture before it was stolen:
And here’s a screen shot of the website of that church advertising The Forbidden:
Good for that priest for doing what is generally FORBIDDEN in the Church, the offering of the Most Holy Sacrifice of the Mass. So many of our bishops are doing everything they can to kick Jesus in the face. But to speak for Jesus in the Most Blessed Sacrament, to speak for the least of the brethren, the image of Jesus? What happened to our priorities? It’s God first! Instead, it’s all about the murder of the little ones in the womb for medical reasons of obtaining “vaccines.” That’s all good, they say.
As I say, Tucker nails it like no bishop has. Well worth the listen, that video up top.
The statement “We’ll be burning the Eucharist” (their capitalization) shows that this is likely a Catholic who had numerous abortions. Too sad, that.
Communion in the Hand no longer
In my diocese the policy is that people have the option to receive Holy Communion in the hand. However:
At the Spanish Vigil Mass everyone receives on the tongue, kneeling, always.
At any TLM Mass it’s an absolute law enforced by the Holy See, also in times of Covid, that Holy Communion must be received only on the tongue. We follow the law.
There are also a number of English Masses at which most all receive on the tongue. Those who receive in the hand thus number between one and three people per week. That’s it. But…
Whatever about pro-Communion in the hand policy in any (arch)diocesan policy in any given place, the superceding duty of a priest in the universal law of Holy Mother Church is to protect the Most Blessed Sacrament from danger of desecration. After all, this is the Lord God, Christ Jesus, Body, Blood, Soul and Divinity who is the Most Blessed Sacrament. Therefore, we will no longer be providing Communion in the hand. At this time in history it is simply too dangerous. Period.
But I doubt that the statement about burning the Eucharist mostly regards stealing the Blessed Sacrament at Communion time and making videos in church of burning the Sacred Host with a Bic Lighter. It’s more likely that they’re referring their Molotov cocktails thrown on the altar during Mass, thrown at the tabernacle. After all, bigger flames means more hits on the internet. Just think: eternity in hell for a few internet hits. Sad, that.
As a priest, I love that Jesus would have me act in His Person (in Persona Christi) when reciting His wedding vows with His Bride the Church with the Consecrations at the Holy Sacrifice of the Mass, this is my body given up for you in Sacrifice, my blood poured out for you in Sacrifice. His standing in our place, the Innocent for the guilty, taking on the death we deserve for original sin and our own rubbish is how He has the right in His own justice to have mercy on us: “Father! Forgive them!” And then, to provide the Most Blessed Sacrament to pious followers of Jesus at Holy Mass… I’m in heaven, so happy, and so are the communicants with their bright and beaming faces.
I would hate to cancel Communion for the faithful altogether during Holy Mass because of some monstrous shriekers crashing in and blocking the free exercise of religion. Ruth Sent Us is trespassed from the property. They have no free speech rights on our private property. I’m just not going to permit desecration of the Most Blessed Sacrament. Not on my watch. Ain’t gonna happen.
Jesus is the Head of the Body, we are the members of that Body of Christ. Jesus, who was Himself an unborn baby for nine months in the womb of His dear Immaculate Mother, doesn’t take kindly to the least of the brethren being ripped to shreds, melted with saline solution, vacuumed with cutting machines, decapitated, stabbed, dismembered. Jesus isn’t happy with this even when it’s done for medical research. Do you hear that, you murderous bishops who do anything Satan, Joe Biden and Fauci tell you to do for “vaccines”? Do you bishops think you can point the finger at Ruth Sent Us? You yourselves set up the culture for them to do that. If you have zero respect for babies in the womb you have zero respect for Jesus in the Most Blessed Sacrament. That’s how it works. Ruth Sent Us made that connection. It seems they have more faith than you. But they are following you.
We must get back to Jesus. That’s the last thing so many of the bishops want to do. More on that in another post about the Synod on Synodality, the Synod on Dialogue. It’s worse than I thought.
And by the way, where’s Pope Francis in all of this? I’ll tell you where he is. He’s meeting with the liturgical terrorists who support Traditionis custodes, telling them that there are terrible people out there who use the liturgy for division by supporting or not supporting, you know, like, stuff, and, you know… stuff, never naming anything one way or another, just brow beating… who… for what…? That’s impressive! Stuff! And, like…. stuff! Meanwhile, babies in the womb are attacked, Catholic churches are attacked, the Most Blessed Sacrament is attacked.
In a previous post I explained that plans for our new altar include a mosaic of the Sacred Heart with the Immaculate Heart, and that a priest friend said that our Lord forbade such a depiction of His Sacred Heart apart from the body of His human nature. But then…
Someone well studied with the revelations to Saint Margaret Mary dropped a comment that they’ve never seen such an admonition in any of the literature.
Someone with a life dedicated to the Sacred Heart sent in this picture of the tomb of St Margaret Mary Alacoque in Paray-le-Moniale, above which is a mosaic of the Sacred Heart is depicted without the body of the human nature of the Divine Person.
I would add that the practical, that is, artistic “reception” of the Sacred Heart depicted also apart from the body of the human nature of Jesus is ubiquitous, that is, everywhere to be seen.
I’m sure you’re seen the “Badge” as it’s called:
And I’m sure you remember the Sacred Heart enshrined in homes:
And, of course, there are zillions of “holy cards” often framed or used as bookmarks for, say, breviarys:
Hey! Let’s call it the sensus fidelium! (I say that apart from the intervention on the same from the International Theological Commission, which is highly problematic.)
This is old news from last summer, Traditionis custodes and the Responsa. It’s just that, I think before Holy Week this year, the French Bishops went out of their way to bait Francis into speaking about this again, and, of course, he did. What it probably means is that some bishop in France wants to suspend a priest or a group of priests who made it clear that they would not concelebrate at the Chrism Mass this past Holy Week. Pray for your priests. Hail Mary… Forcing concelebration is against Canon Law. They are all working ultra vires, beyond their capacities, abusing office.
Of course, all of this seems to have the purpose of making people cynical. I mean, was Pope Francis causing the abomination of desolation to be established upon the Altar of Jesus’ Sacrifice during Holy Mass in Saint Peter’s Basilica at the Papal Altar October 27, 2019 providing us with an example of good liturgy?
This picture was taken immediately before Benediction of the Most Blessed Sacrament about 4:00PM Divine Mercy Sunday at the end of our Divine Mercy Holy Hour, the third Holy Hour of the day in the parish.
We displaced, as it were, the Divine Mercy painting for emphasis. One priest I know, who hates the Divine Mercy, says that this painting is the worst thing ever in the history of art as it “blashemously” does not depict the Sacred Heart, just rays of light representing the blood and water which gushed from Jesus’ Heart when pierced through with the soldier’s gladius:
Anyway, that picture of Roman gladii is by Matthias Kabel on Wikipedia’s “Gladius.” Such swords were so heavy they could cut someone in half with one hit, so wide that the wound was at least as wide as a man’s hand. When Thomas put his hand into the side of Jesus he surely touched that Heart pierced through.
Anyway, yet another priest, a good friend, who loves the Divine Mercy, told me that Jesus told Saint Margaret Mary that His Heart is not to be depicted without the rest of the human nature of the Divine Person, such as with this image in the Major Papal Basilica of Santa Maria Maggiore in Rome (on the epistle side of the Basilica):
This topic of the depiction of the Heart without the Body came up because I’m thinking of having a mosaic created for the front of the altar with the Two Hearts, something like this:
I would switch the places, left to right and vice versa with the two, and slightly overlap them, perhaps all told some 18″ wide.
My answer to the objection that the Sacred Heart is not to be depicted apart from the Body was the infant Jesus at the Shrine of the Most Blessed Sacrament:
But my priest friend said this was all good because, although apart from the chest, was with Jesus.
My response to was that my planned mosaic was all good because the Body, Blood, Soul and Divinity of Jesus, the Most Blessed Sacrament of the Holy Sacrifice of the Mass, and in the Tabernacle, is absolutely present fully. :-)
Anyway, I’m wondering if any reader knows where it is that an account of Jesus giving such instructions to Saint Margaret Mary Alacoque is to be found.
Not my picture. I couldn’t get a picture of the one I saw, as I was driving at the time and he had been right over the top of the car. Massive white head, gargantuan wingspan, white tail. Yep.
The Bald Eagle, symbol of strength in freedom with God-given rights in the rule of law enshrined in the Constitution is refreshing to see amidst all the betrayal of these USA and of our military. There are so many, so high up, who are treasonous, who are intent on destroying this country, and for what? A couple of bucks from big money with which they can eat ice cream cones and drink from sippy cups while proving senility and dementia as marxist college kids do up subversion for him?
That’s a perpetual rant going on in my heart. But that betrayal of the “powers that be”, that violence against everyone from conception to death, dragging the world into persecution of the Church, fades into insignificance compared to the scandal and destruction of eternal souls by the pastors of the Church.
But that apostle and evangelist who has an eagle as a symbol always has encouragement for us daily at what is called the Last Gospel, exactly parallel with the Proto-Evangelium, the First Gospel of Genesis 3:15 and exactly parallel with the the Apocalypse, and is the Prologue of his Gospel:
In principio erat Verbum et Verbum erat apud Deum et Deus erat Verbum. Hoc erat in principio apud Deum. Omnia per Ipsum facta sunt, et sine Ipso factum est nihil quod factum est. In Ipso vita erat, et vita erat Lux hominum. Et Lux in tenebris lucet et tenebrae eam non comprehenderunt. Fuit homo missus a Deo cui nomen erat Iohannes. Hic venit in testimonium ut testimonium perhiberet de lumine ut omnes crederent per Illum. Non erat ille lux, sed ut testimonium perhiberet de lumine. Erat lux vera quae illuminat omnem hominem venientem in mundum. In mundo erat, et mundus per ipsum factus est, et mundus eum non cognovit. In propria venit et sui eum non receperunt. Quotquot autem receperunt eum dedit eis potestatem filios Dei, fieri his qui credunt in nomine Eius. Qui non ex sanguinibus, neque ex voluntate carnis, neque ex voluntate viri, sed ex Deo nati sunt. ET VERBUM CARO FACTUM EST, ET HABITABIT IN NOBIS et vidimus gloriam eius, gloriam quasi unigeniti a Patre, plenum gratiae et veritatis.
In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. The same was in the beginning with God. All things were made by him: and without him was made nothing that was made. In him was life, and the life was the light of men. And the light shineth in darkness, and the darkness did not comprehend it. There was a man sent from God, whose name was John. This man came for a witness, to give testimony of the light, that all men might believe through him. He was not the light, but was to give testimony of the light. That was the true light, which enlighteneth every man that cometh into this world. He was in the world, and the world was made by him, and the world knew him not. He came unto his own, and his own received him not. But as many as received him, he gave them power to be made the sons of God, to them that believe in his name. Who are born, not of blood, nor of the will of the flesh, nor of the will of man, but of God. And the Word was made flesh, and dwelt among us, and we saw his glory, the glory as it were of the only begotten of the Father, full of grace and truth.
When I see a Bald Eagle, that’s what flashes through heart and soul and mind.
Easter Monday witnessed a same-sex provocateur sing for some 80,000 Italian youth in front of Saint Peter’s Basilica. Here’s a screen shot of Rome Reports depicting some of those youngsters:
In Genesis, in the Gospels, the image of God is expressed in this universe as male-female-marriage-family. Encouraging same-sex sex among adolescents is to attack God’s image and is abuse of youngsters. How very sad.
This took place not far from the demon-idol altar, the altar of Jesus’ Sacrifice now given over to the abomination of desolation having been caused to be set up on that now besmirched Holy of Holies, the Pachamama to whom uncountable youth have been sacrificed. How very sad.
The Sacrifice of the Mass, the Last Supper united with Calvary, the Wedding Feast of the Lamb with His Immaculate Bride the Church, with those wedding vows of His at the Consecration, my body given for you in sacrifice, my blood poured out for you in sacrifice, is the redemption of the image of God. But this redemption is insulted with encouragement of same-sex sex. The Wedding Feast of the Lamb is insulted with the encouragement of same-sex sex. The Most Blessed Sacrament is insulted with the encouragement of same-sex sex. How very sad.
I recall a bishop who was asked what could be done for youth who don’t even know what a church is. He responded instantly: “Offer the Holy Mass better.” Yes. Reverence for God, taking God as deadly seriously as He takes us in His being tortured to death for us, for our redemption, for the restoration of the image of God within us, is impressive to youth. They are enthralled. They assent to the faith being given to them.
The antidote to the anti-image-of-God crowd is to look to the restoration of the image of God at the Wedding Feast of the Lamb united with the Sacrifice of Calvary.
But know this, when youth convert to follow Jesus they do so with enthusiasm, keeping the commandments because they love Christ Jesus, and that cannot be ripped away from them. Now they will belong to Jesus. But where are the shepherds of Jesus’ Little Flock who will lead them to Jesus?
LifeSite ran an article opining that regardless of any LGBT content of the youth get-together at Saint Peter’s Basilica, what’s really sad is that the Holy See thinks that this is what they have to do to be relevant, when, of course, this is what makes them all entirely irrelevant.
But I think it’s worse than that. I’m opining that this is a purposed insult to the Wedding Feast of the Lamb, the Holy Sacrifice of the Mass. This insult of the Mass is consistent with, say, with the attack on the Mass in Traditionis custodes.
Pray for our youth. Pray for priests. Pray for bishops. Pray that all bow in reverence before Jesus, and follow Jesus. Hail Mary…
“The words of Consecration, the Epiclesis (the invocation of the Holy Spirit), as well as certain hymns and blessings, should be in the original Aramaic, the language spoken by Christ, to remind the faithful of their Maronite heritage and traditions.” https://www.stgeorgesa.org/maronite-divine-liturgy
“The languages used in the Maronite Liturgy are ancient Syro-Aramaic for certain fixed parts (the Trisagion, Qadishat aloho; the two approaches to the Altar; and the Consecration of the bread and wine), along with Arabic, and the other local languages of the countries of expansion.” https://www.maronites.ca/maronites/maronite-liturgy/
That’s just an example of one of numerous liturgical rites right around the world. I could provide many more. How’s that? Because religion and tradition go together very deeply in the human spirit. Of course they do. This is how God made us. Let’s see what our Jewish friends have to sing about all kinds of tradition:
For myself, if I’m offering the New Order of Holy Mass in Latin or English or Spanish or German or Italian or French or Hebrew (which Hebrew Mass I’ve memorized from beginning to end decades ago) or whatever other language, the readings are in that particular modern vernacular, and the preaching is in whatever vernacular language as well. Without any particular permission of the bishop, any priest of the Roman Rite can offer the Novus Ordo Missae in Latin, including the readings and the preaching, whatever is pastorally indicated, right? Whatever.
In this parish, weekday and weekend Masses up at the mission church are entirely are exclusively in English. The Novus Ordo. The Saturday vigil Mass at the main parish church in is in Spanish, all of them, exclusively. Well, almost….
At various times during the year there are “mixed” Masses in English and Spanish, and many other languages. For instance, Palm Sunday Mass and Holy Thursday Mass of the Lord’s Supper, and the Good Friday Service, and the Easter Vigil were, this year, as in all other years, all a mix of Spanish and English and Latin (I sang, as always, the Exultet, in Latin and sang the “Ite Missa est. Alleluia. Alleluia” in Latin. Oh, sorry! “Alleluia” is a Hebrew imperative verb: Praise ye the Lord! “Amen” is also Hebrew for “So may it be.” “Kyrie eleison” is Greek. Such multi-lingual liberalism! The “narrator” for the reading of the Passion Narrative on both Palm Sunday and Good Friday was a fine gentleman from another liturgical rite altogether. Both Passion Narratives from the Gospels were all in English. It’s all good. But wait, depending on which Gospel is used, we sometimes hear: “My God! My God! Why have you forsaken me!”, either in Hebrew or in Aramaic. Yikes! So confusing for those who feel entitled to hear every single word they ever hear in a language of their choice. It’s like trying to guess someone’s pronouns.
I mean, whatever about the languages used, the one thing important, the One Person who is important is Jesus and His Sacrifice of the Mass.
Having said all that, the Holy Sacrifice of the Mass is also offered in Latin except, you know, the usual bits in Hebrew and Greek, etc. And whether this is the Novus Ordo in Latin or the TLM, all readings are pronounced in the vernacular and the preaching is in the vernacular.
Meanwhile, yours truly, although Latin Rite by baptism and practice, and growing up in the North Woods of Minnesota with moose and timber wolves and German speakers as companions, has spent a large part of his life learning languages, living and dead, of the Holy Land and the Middle East including Syriac and Aramaic, Greek and Hebrew (biblical and modern), Latin and so many others. An even longer part of my life was spent getting to know the Sacred Scriptures, also by way of historical philology, with my studies also being in Jerusalem and the West Bank. I went up as far as Lebanon and the West Bank and far into Egypt as well. Over time, I became convinced, as I still am today, that however expert Jesus was in speaking Aramaic from the street kids in Nazareth, and Arabic from His exile into Egypt, and of course, the languages of commerce both of Greek and the ever so vulgar (common) language of Latin, it is nevertheless true that at the greatest fulfillment of the entirety of God’s interventions upon this earth at the Last Supper united with Calvary, the New Covenant prophesied by Jeremiah, and with the action of the Suffering Servant on Calvary prophesied by Isaiah… to me it is obvious that Jesus would use, in this Supreme Liturgy of the Last Supper, the ultimate Sacrifice of all times and places, the ultimate and supreme liturgical language of Hebrew, and not some cool dialect with which He was also familiar. The chances that Jesus used Hebrew at the Last Supper is fully 100%. Just my opinion. Sorry.
But – Hey! – I’m no liturgist. What do I know? I’ll tell you what I know. I know that the Sacred Liturgy belongs not to any priest, nor to any Patriarch, nor to any bishop (not even to the bishop of Rome), but rather belongs, in whatever liturgical rite, to the entire Body of Christ, of which we, the members, have Christ Jesus Himself as the Head of that Body. The Holy Mass, the consecrations, specifically belong to Jesus. Those consecrations are defined by Pope Benedict as the lex orandi, the Law of Prayer, for all Liturgical Rites, and that pronouncement of Benedict is cited by Pope Francis in Traditionis Custodes and its accompanying letter to the bishops. Therefore, the universal law of the Church is to be followed regarding those consecrations. They are most sacred. If your rite instructs you to use Aramaic, do it! If your rite provides that you use Latin for pastoral reasons or another language for pastoral reasons, by all means, do so. The consecrations are, in se, whatever language they are in, the very Law of Prayer from which we get the lex credendi, the Law of believing. No bishop has the right to change the rites at whim, acting ultra vires, acting beyond their powers. If Aramaic is provided for that rite, no bishop or Patriarch of that rite can forbid it. If Latin or other languages are provided for, say, the Latin rite, no bishop forbid those languages. And, for that matter, no priest has this right to do whatever he wants. And no layman has any right to coerce, or extort, or bribe, or intimidate, or threaten, or demean or humiliate or slander any bishop or priest so as to force him to change the universal law of the Church regarding the Consecrations at the Holy Sacrifice of the Mass.
But – Hey! – I’m no liturgist. What do I know? I’ll tell you what I know. I know that the very diverse rites used in Holy Mass are to be respected, so that the rite of, just to give another example, that of St John Chrysostom is to be respected, as is, for instance, that of the Roman rite of the much larger Latin rite (I think there were dozens of Latin rites at one time). This respect for all rites right around the world is enshrined in the laws of the Church, the Canon Law of the Latin Rite and the Oriental Code for so many others of our dear brothers and sisters throughout the world.
In other words, those of the Eastern rites have no right, as it were, to bribe or coerce or extort those of the Roman rite to celebrate Holy Mass according to the whims of the Eastern rites, and vice versa. Right? Yep. Everyone has the right to be free to follow faithfully his own rite. As it should be. I mean, what if I were to go to, I don’t know, say, Lebanon (because I’ve actually been invited to go and take up a parish there[!] already decades ago) and then, as a simple priest, surprise surprise, command the revered Patriarch to pronounce the words of the Consecrations in a low voice and in Latin? They would laugh at me, right? And probably excommunicate me. And rightly so. But what if I said that – Hey! – I’m me, so all y’all have to change your rites because I have entitled rights as a North Woods boy from Minnesota who grew up with moose and wolves and German speakers! At that point I think they would have, as Saint Benedict said, two stout brothers explain the matter to me. And then I would say, “Finally! Someone’s respecting their rites! I love it!”
And I’ll tell you what, however much, say, individual lay members of one rite want to kick in the face those priests and bishops who belong to another rite, it is the most reverend bishops of those other rites who will step up to smack down their own recalcitrant members, telling their own recalcitrant members to stick to the affairs of their own rites instead of interfering with the rights of the rites of others around the world. I mean, if I, a simple priest, were to insist that no Eastern Rites anywhere in Western North Carolina are to be allowed to use Greek or Aramaic or whatever at the Consecrations at Holy Mass, well, my own bishop of my own rite would happily smack me down. And rightly so. That would be the right thing to do.
Finally, just to say it. There is something that happens at every Holy Mass when the priest recites the Consecrations, the wedding vows, really, of Jesus, regardless of the language used:
That’s the little heap of cotton that was drenched in the “Oil of the Sick” (Oleum infirmorum), taken out of the “stock” used uncountable times this past year for the Last Rites. I’m sure the CDC would have comments to make about that. I’d have plenty of commentary to make right back at them. At any rate, I had to top off the “stock” many times.
The old cotton and oil is burned every year after the Chrism Mass, when new cotton and newly blessed Oil of the Sick is placed in the “stock.” That little fire, on tinfoil, is in the chapel of the rectory. The painting of Jesus is by a one-time parishioner just to the side of the Altar of Sacrifice. The subsequent dust gets washed down the Sacrarium.
Meanwhile, the containers of oil (oil of the sick, oil of catechumens, and the Sacred Chrism) from the Chrism Mass the previous year were poured out over the wood for the Easter fire at Easter Vigil, and the little plastic containers were thrown in as well. We didn’t have an explosively large Easter fire this year, just bigger than most I’ve ever seen anywhere, and very “solid” for a fire, meaning big chunks of wood burning really well.
Prepper idea: The prepper idea useful for, say, starting a campfire in wet conditions, is to use a fire starter made up of a cotton ball with a glop of petroleum jelly, neatly wrapped in tinfoil until ready for use. Scrape some magnesium on top of that, spark it, and place the whole thing under the bits of kindling that you have. It burns and burns with a sturdy flame. Easy. Efficient. That would get, for instance, my homemade rocket stove flaming up in no time, every time.
LifeSite has a good article on the machinations hurting the Latin Mass community and hurting Father Michael Rowe. I met Father Rowe a number of times decades ago. Very enthusiastic for the faith. I hate that this is happening to him and to the faithful. I recall the letter of Saint Athanasius to his flock:
“May God console you! …What saddens you …is the fact that others have occupied the churches by violence, while during this time you are on the outside. It is a fact that they have the premises, but you have the apostolic Faith. They can occupy our churches, but they are outside the true Faith. You remain outside the places of worship, but the Faith dwells within you. Let us consider: what is more important, the place or the Faith? The true Faith, obviously. Who has lost and who has won in this struggle-the one who keeps the premises or the one who keeps the Faith? True, the premises are good when the apostolic Faith is preached there; they are holy if everything takes place there in a holy way …You are the ones who are happy: you who remain within the church by your faith, who hold firmly to the foundations of the Faith which has come down to you from apostolic Tradition. And if an execrable jealousy has tried to shake it on a number of occasions, it has not succeeded. They are the ones who have broken away from it in the present crisis. No one, ever, will prevail against your faith, beloved brothers. And we believe that God will give us our churches back some day. Thus, the more violently they try to occupy the places of worship, the more they separate themselves from the Church. They claim that they represent the Church; but in reality, they are the ones who are expelling themselves from it and going astray. Even if Catholics faithful to Tradition are reduced to a handful, they are the ones who are the true Church of Jesus Christ.”
Here’s a recent Mass:
These are just good Catholics. Why bother them? Their church is more than doing well. They made untold capital improvements with really a lot of money. This is just so sad. A sign of the times.
I’m that overwhelmed altar boy. I’m that priest offering Mass in Latin. But it seems that every day (Cardinal)(Arch)bishops are dictatorially, tyrannically forbidding Latin and ad orientem worship in the Novus Ordo, which directly contradicts the validly celebrated ecumenical council of Vatican II and directly contradicts both the Institution of the Missal (otherwise called the GIRM) and also the in-line rubrics printed in the Altar Missal, not to mention Post-Conciliar Papal interventions such as Paul VI’s Iubilate Deo, none of which was never rescinded. These (Cardinal)(Arch)bishops hypocritically shriek: “To hell with Vatican II and all post-Conciliar reform! I’m the one! I’m the only one!”
So, as (Cardinal)(Arch)bishops forbid such things, the question is this: can they do this legitimately? Are they acting ultra vires, beyond their powers?
The answer comes from expert Canon Lawyers and Liturgists. No. It’s not legit. But then they are quick to add: “But if you don’t submit to their tyrannical hatred of Christ, they have a thousand ways to F*** you up. And they will. And they have always done this: “No one in Rome is going to take the side of the law, or stand with Christ Jesus, and certainly they will not come to your rescue. Get over it.”
So, my question is this: If everyone is compliant with effeminate (Cardinal)(Arch)bishops steamrolling over the Sacred Liturgy, over Christ, over Jesus’ priests, who is it that will ever stand alongside Jesus in His trials? Anyone? Ever? Jesus doesn’t say, “Blessed are you who ran away so as not to stand with me in my trials.” No. He said: “Blessed are you who have stood by me in my trials.”
A priest who offers the TLM rejoices to be the beneficiary of a continuous river of the Living Tradition of the Church flowing into one’s heart and soul and mind. The outward rubrics and words and actions of the TLM act as invitation into that Sacred Tradition. One’s response in assenting to the faith is like unto the littlest of children squealing in joy in recognition that the love into which one is drawn is – how to say it? – is that to which one has always been drawn by the Lord. It is a homecoming in the sense of being at home for the first time, knowing that one belongs to the great family of faith whom you love and who loves you. This is not some sort of political ideology as it called by Pope Francis so coldly, so cruelly. No.
I am a newbie to such things, so perhaps my rejoicing is too exuberant, but, no, one can never rejoice in the Sacred Mysteries too much. Here’s what happened:
Here I am, offering Holy Mass on the Feast of the Conversion of Saint Paul, getting to the end of the collect, the opening prayer, all about Saint Paul, as one might expect, and the rubric states that one is to continue without concluding that prayer so as to begin another another prayer all about Saint Peter, only then adding the conclusion for both together. Usually the first prayer has it’s own conclusion and then whatever other even multiple commemorations are brought together with their own singular conclusion. So, this is quite jarring in it’s childlike simplicity. I almost laughed out loud. This is so cool.
Here’s the deal. Peter was Pope while Paul was merely Saul. Peter was already believing in the Jewish Messiah, Christ Jesus, Divine Son of the Immaculate Conception at the time Saul became a believer. The tables would, however, be turned. Now the believing Paul was going to have to reprimand extremely severely the one upon who Jesus founded His Church, for Peter had not just become idiot Peter, but Peter who “stood condemned” (Galatians 2:11). Condemned means condemned to hell. Put it this way:
If Paul had not reprimanded Peter, Paul would go to hell for not reprimanding Peter, and Peter would continue on his merry way of political correctness right to hell (as judged by the Holy Spirit, and the Scriptures cannot lie).
If Paul had reprimanded Peter, as he indeed did, then he would continue on as Saint Paul, even if Peter did not take the correction and so continued on his way to hell.
We rejoice both that Paul reprimanded Peter and that Peter stood corrected, with now both being saints.
This is also true for the Secret Prayer and the Prayer after Communion. Two prayers with one conclusion each time.
Not only that, but on the Feast of the Chair of Saint Peter a month later the same thing happens, but in reverse. There is a prayer involving firstly Saint Peter, and then Saint Paul, but under one conclusion, for the Collect, the Secret, the Prayer after Communion.
It’s so very Catholic to correct and admonish one another. We must help each other get to heaven.
Unfortunately, there is a lot of blustering going on these days. There is horrific heresy and blasphemy and idolatry and leading people into sin and the constant attacks on doctrine and morality and liturgy and the spiritual life from the powers that be across the pond. You offer a correction “to his face” as Paul says of his correction of Peter, but these days you are met with effeminate butt hurt tantrums. Whatever. I don’t care about hurt feelings. I care about helping people get to heaven, even if they don’t want that help right now. Parrhesia, anyone?
But wait, there’s more! And the more is what those who attack the faith say they want. Paul brings Peter back into unity with divinely revealed faith. We find out unity in the Living Truth who is Christ Jesus.
And that’s why you never hear anything good about Jesus which isn’t ambiguous or immediately contradicted in obscene ways. They say Jesus is not the Way, not the Truth, not the Life.
And mind you, I’m not being hateful or causing hate. Rather, they have rejected Jesus and I’m just pointing that out. Those who hate the truth and are always spouting lies hate it when you repeat back to them what they say and do. Whatever with them…
I will stay with Jesus who is personally the Way, the Truth, the Life.
Pope Francis says that he is against liturgical abuse. But he is by far the worst offender.
The Lord’s Little Flock has a right by way of the Blood of the Lamb to the Liturgy offered without the abuse of priests whose liturgical abuse screams “Look at me! Look at me!” No, we must look to Christ Jesus. Only He is the Lamb of God who takes away the sins of the world, who draws us to Himself on the Cross, on Calvary. But you would never know about Jesus with the demon-idol worship of Pope Francis.
For his homily on Epiphany, Pope Francis spewed words of disdain for those who believe and worship as the Church has always believed and worshipped, and reductively characterized the magi as those we should imitate in their vacuous desire (in Francis’ mind) for all that is new New NEW NEW! NEW!!! (here). I was going to fisk that out, but it’s all too depressing.
Instead, I’d like to share with you what happened to me, yesterday, January 7, the day after Epiphany. This event took place as I read the Gospel “toward the North”, as they say. The Mass prayers and readings were those of Epiphany. The Gospel was that of the magi falling down in adoration of the Christ Child, offering their gifts.
Firstly, note that whenever I begin Holy Mass, I don’t know what I’m going to preach about. I like to be available to the Holy Spirit even though Pope Francis declares that this would have to be impossible for me, offering the Ancient Rite as I do. Perhaps my lack of preparation is presumption, laziness, careless neglect, even sinful. Certainly my parishioners tell me frequently enough that I’m never at a loss for words, never an unspoken thought kind of thing. But throughout the day before Mass I am in a state of begging the Holy Spirit to instruct me as I preach. I know that I myself have nothing to say, no matter how much I might prepare. I am nothing. I must, as it were, give the mic to the Holy Spirit. I hope that is not blasphemy. Obviously, I am inept at everything I do. But I hope that sometimes something for some souls will help point them to virtue and truth. So…
Whilst reading the Gospel… it’s like my heart – suddenly, with the words about the magi falling down in adoration – it’s like my heart was actually ripped from my chest and it was everything I could do not to fall to my knees. But then, right then, right there, there was a rubric written out right in the very text of the Gospel that the priest reading the Gospel is to fall to his knees in adoration with the magi!
I did so, so happy to have some seconds to recover after my heart was ripped out of my chest. Rising again, I didn’t want to make a spectacle of myself. I forced myself to continue reading. My voice faltered. I got choked up, I teared up. I was, despite the words of Pope Francis against priests who offer the Ancient Rite of Holy Mass… I was “surprised by the Holy Spirit.” And now I knew what I was going to preach about, namely, what happened to the gifts of gold, frankincense and myrrh brought by the magi.
I wasn’t there with the magi. I don’t know what happened to their gifts. I’m just telling you my ♬ experience ♬ my feelings ♬
When I say that it was like my heart was ripped out of me, what I’m trying to say is that my veiled eyes were less veiled, my heart was made less dull. I was convicted, as it’s said, by the Holy Spirit. I knew myself to be so unworthy to be in the presence of these great men and the total solidarity they had with the Holy Family. But I wasn’t concentrating on myself. It was all about their urgency to adore the Christ Child and then the dire straits they were in to provide those gifts to be used for the members of the Body of Christ, the boys who would be slaughtered in place of Jesus.
Here’s the deal. I think these wise men were Jews descended from Jews who stayed behind in Babylon after the Cyrus sent the Jews back to Jerusalem. I think these wise men knew all the prophesies about the Messiah, the Suffering Servant, the Lamb of God who will save His people and the whole world from sin, the Redeemer, the Savior, the Son of God.
Their gifts mirrored everything in the Jewish Scriptures, that the Divine Christ was to be Priest, Prophet and King. You can categorize all the Scriptures into those three categories. Gold is for the only King who would always be eager to provide for His subjects, Frankincense is for the Priest who would Himself be the Lamb of God who takes away the sins of the world, myrrh is for a Prophet who would be killed for speaking Truth and should therefore have his body packed with myrrh for burial. But wait. No. He might die, but He was to rise from the dead. So… wait… what?
They already knew the Child King was to be born in Bethlehem, but purposely went out of their way to shake up filthy, wretched, demonic, murderous King Herod, and all the rest of Jerusalem with him. These wise men already knew that they themselves should be killed by Herod for speaking of this new King. They already knew that Herod would want to kill the Child King, a rival King incomparably greater than him. But they knew Herod could never do such a thing. They fully believed it would have to be the babe Himself who would later lay down His life for His people, for the whole world. They were just provoking Herod and all the people on purpose, so that the event wouldn’t go by unnoticed even from the beginning. I love that.
And the gifts? They brought them knowing what would have to happen regardless of whether they provoked Herod and all Jerusalem with him. No matter what, it would soon be known that the Messiah was now born as the one and only King of the Jews. Herod would still try to kill Jesus, the Savior. Herod would still try to kill all the infant boys two years old or under. They knew that before they even started their journey.
Their gifts were brought, it seems to me, for the Holy Family to give to the families of those whose boys would die for Jesus. Those boys wouldn’t grow up to provide for their families, for their then elderly parents, but those families would now have gold to provide for themselves as they became older. The families of the boys being slaughtered by Herod would, unlike Jesus in future times, need the myrrh for packing around the corpses of those infant boys for their burial. The families of the boys, shaken by these events, would offer that frankincense in honor of Jesus who had been among them, in honor of the prayers of the lives of the infants slaughtered for Jesus. Joseph received a dream from an angel about the impending slaughter: “Take the child and His mother and flee to Egypt! Do it! Do it now!” What are they going to do with gold too heavy, frankincense too abundant, myrrh for a day so long in the future when it would not be used by Mary anyway (for she knew her Son would rise from the dead and she would not be at the tomb with Mary of Magdala early Sunday morning). The Holy Family didn’t have caravans of camels, but only a donkey for Mary and her newborn.
But Francis decries such an experience as impossible to the priest who offers the Holy Sacrifice of the Mass, of Jesus, in the Ancient Rite. We priests must be rejecting the surprises of the Holy Spirit. We cannot be convicted by the Holy Spirit.
Pope Francis, you are wrong. Why limit the Holy Spirit? Be surprised that the Holy Spirit can also enliven the heart and soul of a wretch like me even whilst offering the Holy Sacrifice of the Mass in the Ancient Rite. I am a sinner, a terrible sinner. But the Holy Spirit is more powerful than I am. I hope, Pope Francis, that you do not doubt that the Holy Spirit can work even with me, wretch that I am.
Be joyful, Pope Francis.
I can’t help myself. It’s just my ♬ feelings ♬ again. But this comes to mind about the rhetoric of Francis when he prejudicially lumps together all those who offer and assist at the Holy Sacrifice of the Mass in the Ancient Rite:
Miss McCarthy replied that Lillian Hellman was “a bad writer, overrated, a dishonest writer.” When Mr. Cavett asked what was “dishonest” about Miss Hellman, Miss McCarthy answered, “Everything.” Miss McCarthy continued, “I once said in an interview that every word she writes is a lie, including ‘and’ and ‘the.'”
Does that sound like I’m criticizing Pope Francis? Yes, I suppose it does. Does he deserve it for the good of his own soul? Yes, I suppose he does. You know, Galatians 2:11 and all that. Be of good heart.