Here’s the Wikipedia page of the fellow I mentioned at the beginning of the homily, and here’s something he wrote a few years back about not holding God’s name to be holy: Betrayal of Trust: David and Bathsheba Revisited.
Here’s the Wikipedia page of the fellow I mentioned at the beginning of the homily, and here’s something he wrote a few years back about not holding God’s name to be holy: Betrayal of Trust: David and Bathsheba Revisited.
I guess I should apologize. Perhaps I get a bit carried away. Super repetitive. It’s a little longer than the weekday homilies. The Sunday homilies are always a little longer.
I failed to mention that there was a story in the paper here about an epidemic of the local kids sexting and, with that, bullies right away doing the extortion and blackmail thing. So sad. So many hurt. So many drawn in and smashed down.
I also failed to mention that in another homily on porn way back in the 1980s and I was still a deacon. I was pretty ferocious then too. After Mass, I went outside the church and down the steps and down the walkway to the sidewalk down at the street. There were about five more steps down just before the street. I was there greeting people, who, instead, were pretty much ignoring me, looking a bit miffed.
Meanwhile, a girl, say, ten years old, came flying off the steps and threw her arms around my neck. She slid down to the sidewalk and everyone had turned and was glaring at me like I was a monster, until, that is, that the little girl started exclaiming loudly and exuberantly that I had given the best homily ever in the world ever, and that all other priests were cowards and never talked about this and it had to be done because it’s just everywhere and no one says anything and thank you so very much for being so brave as to say something and that was best homily ever in the world… and on she went.
Meanwhile, this out of the mouths of babes extravaganza was not missed by the Mass goers, who were now shamefacedly running away as fast as they could. Ha! Guardian angels set up this kind of thing. I hope it got a few people to heaven.
Also today there were many who thanked me wholeheartedly for saying some strong words. That’s encouraging, as I’m always thinking I’m too strong and too offensive. Perhaps today I was. I don’t know. Tell me what you think. I’m willing to learn.
This great statue of Saint Michael smashing Satan down was sent to me five or six years ago by a great guy in Edgewater whose DHS job was to oversee the choice and training up of guys for border deployment as agents of the Department of Homeland Security.
I introduced him to my “Shadow” since DHS would want to be aware of the status quo at any given time, both of him and myself. The DHS fellow ascertained how Catholic I was with some pointed questions having far reaching political implications. I answered in such a way that I couldn’t possibly be confused with my “Shadow.” He pushed it to see how polite I could remain under pressure. Success. He follows my blog almost daily to this day. Anyway, the statue came with it’s own post-production freshly drilled hole in the bottom, perhaps by DEA / postal inspectors…
Innocuous all around I’m sure.
I’d sure like to get in contact with him again, perhaps a face to face. I could easily take off a couple of days and go right to Edgewater, or whatever. There are some developments that I think he would be interested in.
This is what our Lord thinks about having patience with priests and bishops and Apostles. Yikes!
This is just the first half. The second part was a long-winded example.
I let it be known to my “Shadow” in a flurry of texts just now that I’m the best chainsaw forester woodcutter tree feller anywhere around. He downplayed the need for such work, but then he sent me some pictures. So, off to possibly salvage his safe-house for him. That ought to be fun. Today’s the day for sharpening the chainsaw and getting it all in order with all that’s needed. Here’s the pics of his back yard…
I figure Monday morning sunrise until Monday evening ought to do it. It looks like my guardian angel will have to do the heavy lifting here. As I say: Yikes!
Too bad Jenny the Jeep isn’t highway worthy. She can only do off-road. But Sassy the Subaru (all wheel drive) has a towing hook up front. I have a super heavy tow chain. I just need to make sure not to pull the trees on top of my head. Or anyone else’s.
Now that I’m a diocesan priest I have lots of freedom to help out various needy people right around the world. I’d like to ask your help in this. Not that you don’t have a million needs yourselves. It’s just that sometimes needs come to priests that are not brought to anyone else. We tend to see lots of miserable situations every day. And then we have to do triage.
I’m not a 501(c)3 charity, yet anyway! So, I’ll pay tax on anything you give, which means that those to whom I give won’t have to pay any tax on the gift they get. That’s make everything easier. We’ll have to see where any new tax code goes. But perhaps some of you have advice on all that. Our secretary, a most extraordinary accountant, is helping me with my taxes and will keep an eagle eye on this project. I’ve ordered paper checks from the bank last night so that there’s a paper trail of everything. They’ll get here in a few weeks.
I tried something like this in 2012. Perhaps some of you remember how that ended with me flipping myself into dumpsters due to some promised but then suddenly reneged cooperation from elsewhere. But, hey! Diving is great exercise, and nutritious, and tasty. Anyway, Pope Francis helped me out on that one. He knows how to reach into the peripheries. We thank the Lord. Now it’s time to help others.
So, at the end of some of the posts on this blog you’ll see a PayPal button, perhaps annoying. But the annoyance can be offered up for the souls in purgatory. I’ll have to figure out the CSS to shrink down that PayPal footer. Anyway… You can multiply the amount given if you want to give more. Scroll down to see the first example in this very post.
Alternatively, PayPal allows one to just share a link to one’s PayPal account. Just click on that and you can fill out whatever you want. That’s this link:
So, I’ve revived that 2012 PayPal account with my new local bank across the street, United Community Bank. The account has been verified and confirmed by PayPal and all is working well. Using the link or hitting the PayPal button below will open up a dialog box on the screen to help you complete the operation.
PayPal will send you a confirmation email as a receipt for your gift. That’s another paper trail. I like that. I’ll get a monthly report that I’ll give to our accountant. That’s yet another paper trail. I like that, a lot.
Meanwhile, your names and a note of the gifts go into a special Divine Mercy box created by Father Gordon J. MacRae’s friend and ours, the great Pornchai Maximilian Moontri. That box, which took him a month to create in his special circumstances, will stay next to the tabernacle in the chapel in the rectory. In this way, Mercy to the Max, Pornchai-Max, is the first to contribute to the project. Here’s that box (which I’ll write about in its own post soon). Dive into the box to help:
P.S. This is another experimentally timed for publication post, so that I set it for 11:05 AM, five minutes after another. I hope it doesn’t get obliterated in the technology.
Here it is: Yikes! …
Missionary of Mercy Divine Mercy Box donation
For those I see to be in need. To increase amount change times $5.00 is charged.
Today’s one of those days which I love so very much. I get to drag Jesus in the Blessed Sacrament around all of His beautiful creation. I’m the designated ecumenical chaplain today at our local hospital for a service that has to be at 2:00 PM. So, I’ll race up to Robbinsville for the Noon Mass, race back to Murphy for that service, bringing the Blessed Sacrament for those Catholics in the Nursing Home there as well (one is 89 years old), and then race up to Fontana on the far side of creation for another Communion Call (she’s 92 years old), and then backtrack yet again to another on the back side of another of these among the tallest mountains in these Eastern United States (he’s 97 years old), then race back over the most dangerous road in the world (after Yungas Road, of course!) to go above the airport in Andrews for a hospice stop (she’s I think 89 years old). It’s it’s not too late, I’ll stop at see another gentleman for a Communion Call who I didn’t get to see yesterday (I think he’s now in his late eighties).
I totally love all these people. I totally love being a priest, and being a priest in the mountains. It’s so beautiful I could scream. I just love it. It’ll be a lot of hard, hard miles on Sassy the Subaru Forester, but she loves getting a work out too.
P.S. I’m experimenting again with timed publication for posts, so that this one is timed to go out at 11:00 AM. The last time I tried this, the post disappeared entirely, and couldn’t be found in drafts or anything. We’ll see what happens.
On this blog I try my best to share the greatest love of my life, Christ Jesus, Divine Son of the Immaculate Conception. This donkey-priest, tries to bring Jesus to the those also in impossible peripheries. So very many have told me that what I write, or preach about, has helped them out really a lot. I would like to ask a favor. If you think that what is said here is helpful in bringing souls to Jesus, why not take a second to share the posts on social media? Each post as it comes along!
I realize many of you do not have any Facebook or LinkedIn (and Father Gordon MacRae really yells at me about that, and for years now, maybe I’ll change that), but for those of you who do, hey! How about helping out? It’s so very hard to have a voice in the public square, evangelizing, without us helping each other. It’s all about Jesus. Always. Well, also about the Immaculate Conception, but what we say about Mary goes for Jesus. It’s all about Jesus, always.
From EWTN: Despite the ridicule and jokes of the secular, atheistic press, more than 30,000 people gathered in the Cova for the September apparition [5th of 6 total]. Whether drawn by devotion or curiosity, they prayed the rosary while awaiting the arrival of the three children. When at last the time came they could hear Lucia say:
“What do you want of me?”
“Continue the Rosary, my children. Say it every day that the war may end. In October Our Lord will come, as well as Our Lady of Sorrows and Our Lady of Mt. Carmel. Saint Joseph will appear with the Child Jesus to bless the world. God is pleased with your sacrifices, but He does not want you to wear the cords to bed. Keep them on during the day.”
“I have the petitions of many for your help. Will you assist a little girl who is deaf and dumb?”
“She will improve within the year.”
“And the conversions that some have asked to have brought about? The cures of the sick ones?”
“Some I will cure, and some I will not. In October I will perform a miracle so that all may believe.”
With these last words still ringing in their ears, the Lady rose and disappeared in the heavens, as Lucia called to the crowd, “If you wish to see her… Look! Look!”
This is an official picture of the Charlotte Diocese’ Catholic News Herald of the banners for the Eucharistic Procession of the Eucharistic Congress we just had on 8-9 September 2017 in Charlotte. You can see the two Black Lives Matter banners behind and to the left and right of the Immaculate Heart of Mary banner on the left of the picture. Here are some close-up shots:
The quote — “…and then they came for me...” — is, of course, from Protestant minister Martin Niemöller, the thing about not defending others because they are not oneself until one realizes that oneself is finally among those others and so also needs defending, but now it’s too late. Sounds nice as a critique of our weakness, but it is a principle of anarchy and fascism if it is cut off from reason and justice. Black Lives Matter, as it itself says, will stand up for a cause regardless of its value as long as people with lots of pigmentation are involved. Thus, just a few bits from the official website of Black Lives Matter:
TRANSGENDER AFFIRMING: We are guided by the fact all Black lives [matter], regardless of actual or perceived sexual identity, gender identity, gender expression, economic status, ability, disability, religious beliefs or disbeliefs, immigration status or location
QUEER AFFIRMING: We are committed to fostering a queer-affirming network. When we gather, we do so with the intention of freeing ourselves from the tight grip of heteronormative thinking or, rather, the belief that all in the world are heterosexual unless s/he or they disclose otherwise.
BLACK VILLAGES: We are committed to disrupting the Western-prescribed nuclear family structure requirement by supporting each other as extended families and “villages” that collectively care for one another, and especially “our” children to the degree that mothers, parents and children are comfortable.
BLACK FAMILIES: We are committed to making our spaces family-friendly and enable parents to fully participate with their children. We are committed to dismantling the patriarchal practice that requires mothers to work “double shifts” that require them to mother in private even as they participate in justice work.
In other words, black lives don’t matter at all to Black Lives Matter, for they don’t respect black people enough to do right by them, tearing them down to the lowest common denominator of bullying ideology and self referential congratulations, attacking the family, attacking the upbringing of kids, attacking the image of God in marriage, making it all about pigmentation and pigmentation alone. Well, with one exception. Black Lives Matter are against all Law Enforcement Officers, including those who are black and, in that case, because they are black. So, we know what this really about.
BLM is a terrorist organization. I specifically disagree with their absolute hatred of our public safety officials and the extreme violence of their movement.
I could multiply those kinds of videos of this hate group in their own words from all around these USA. This is who they are. This is what they do. Extreme haters.
“But Father George, can’t you open your heart and understand where they are coming from? After all, there are high emotions after a ‘police killing’ when some black man points his gun at police, or when there is black on black violence.”
No. There’s no excuse. And this is not all black people, so many of whom are upset that they are all included by BLM in BLM just because they are black. No. People are people not because of any pigmentation or lack thereof. It’s because they are people. I’m offering Holy Mass today for all the victims of violence among black people, including and especially Justin Carr.
I doubt very much whether these banners were approved by anyone official for the Eucharistic Congress though they are certainly the long advertised banners of the parish specifically promoted on the parish website to be carried in the Eucharistic Procession of the Eucharistic Congress. It’s not that they “snuck in” as some tried to assert. Parishes simply come with their banners and join in the procession. These were their parish banners. The banners did, however, stay put in the main hall throughout the day, until the end. No big deal. But hey! Maybe nobody noticed. At all. All day. But…
As surely expected by those who carried these banners in the procession, the abuse of the Most Blessed Sacrament as a means to legitimize a controversial political ideological movement stirred some emotions among the other participants of the Eucharistic Congress. Such abuse of the Most Blessed Sacrament is, of course, both blasphemy and a sacrilege and is not to be tolerated. I’m wondering if the disgruntlement was actually pre-planned so as to cause a stir on purpose. I saw three police officers rushing to and then standing around the banners as what appeared to be an incident of emotions unfolded just off to the side of the stage where adoration of the Most Blessed Sacrament was proceeding in front of ten to twenty thousand people. The police were peaceful and exemplary in keeping good order at that time and during the entire Eucharistic Congress. We thank them for that. I, for one, support the thin blue line. I later thanked the police officer who seemed to be in charge of security.
I should offer the disclaimer that I’m a “white priest” and also Jewish and Pope Francis’ Missionary of Mercy, and I was a participant at the Eucharistic Congress and I feel that the fact of my presence and that of other priests, including black priests, and brown and yellow, was hijacked and speciously used in support of a movement with which I, with which we do not agree.
But, wait a minute, no disclaimer is necessary. I’m a person. Period. That’s why I disagree with Black Lives Matter.
Black Lives Matter is entirely racist and by definition anti-Catholic, by definition an anti-Semitic political movement. Catholic means universal, and Black Lives Matter is specifically not that. It’s all black, everything black and only black, no matter what they otherwise say with the saccharine presentation of the local parish. No room for any universal. No room at all for Jesus. It’s them and only them, alone. BLM is separatist, segregationalist. Like the old South Africa in reverse. To say that the parish means well (and maybe they do ever so incredibly naively) and to add, however, that that makes it all O.K., is as bogus and dishonest as saying that Planned Parenthood loves black people, and therefore it is all OK that Planned Parenthood is also in an all out genocidal war against black people, placing the vast majority of their clinics in poor black neighborhoods with the explicit purpose of getting rid of the black population through attrition. Remember Hitleresque whitey-white Margaret Sanger, their ultra racist founder?
Here’s the deal: Jesus loves all of us. He’s redeemed us all. He wants to save us all. Not one of us is better or worse, more entitled or not. Jesus loves all of us whatever the pigmentation levels in our skin happen to be. I feel personally offended when I see Jesus’ love being abused for the racist reductionism vaunted by Black Lives Matter. I disagree with the discourtesy of that parish for having it seem that I am in solidarity with their terrorist ideology.
Having said that, I have a legitimate question. With that being my opinion, could I ever be transferred to be pastor of that parish in Charlotte? You have to know that I already offered this to the bishop long before I was sent to keep the parish in Andrews open. Would there be loud and unending protests and media coverage? I suppose. That’s O.K. The message the world would hear is Jesus’ goodness and kindness and love and… and… truth. Not such a bad result. It seems one has to start over with many aspects of that parish.
I love challenges, and the one and only real challenge is always to bring people closer to Jesus, whether or not they are closer than I am. Jesus is the One. Not us. It’s all about Jesus. I would go in a heartbeat to help lead this parish closer to Jesus, to go from reductionism to universalism, to go from what is self-referential to that which is consonant with natural law and God’s law of goodness and kindness and… and… truth. And if that crowd supporting the banners wanted to be forgiven in the Confessional for their promotion of the ideological terrorists making up Black Lives Matter, I would of course do just that, with joy. And I tell you this, I love every one there in that parish, including and specifically those who carried the banners. I want them all to get closer to Jesus, to His goodness and kindness and love and… and… truth.
From a Black Lives Matter scene elsewhere:
I wonder if the terrorists antifa will be in next year’s procession, along with more explicit promotions of LGBTQ and anti-law-enforcement activities. I suggest that this all be stopped in the bud, and now. I notice that, now days later, the advertisements about the banners are still up on the website at the parish. In fact, an album of pictures of the banners in the procession has been added to the parish website as I write this.
Update: Charlene Duline, whose career in the State Department skyrocketed because of her obvious love and service for all, has, as one might expect with her vast experience in some of the most diplomatically sensitive places on the planet, come up with a solution for us all: Turn Black Lives Matter into All Lives Matter. If the parish were to do that, they would be leaders in the country and the world for a social justice that is truly Christ centered and which is then poised to bring goodness and kindness and… and… truth to all. Thank you dearest Charlene! See her fantastic book on Amazon: HERE.
Update: Just to say: I challenge the pastor, who I know – he used to be the pastor of the parish in Brevard in which territory I lived for a number of years – I challenge him and the Black Cultural Commission of his parish to invite me to preach on Mercy at all the weekend Masses of his choice. After all, I am a Missionary of Mercy of Pope Francis, and we are personally bidden by the Holy Father to preach on mercy. It’s a mercy challenge. Can they take it up?
The September 11, 2001 terrorist attacks are commemorated every year in Charlotte on the same day we have the Eucharistic Congress (not always September 11), right where the Eucharistic procession begins in front of Saint Peter’s Church before going through the city to the Convention Center for the day. I get to go to both. Great!
One of the photographers of our Catholic newspaper couldn’t resist taking this picture. The editor said: “Here’s that photo we took — to me, the moment perfectly captures one of the most important aspects of the Congress.” Mercy…
I have to agree about Jesus’ goodness and kindness, of course. Meanwhile, there were lots of great events besides the procession and holy hour, at which a friend, Msgr Schreck, gave a great talk. There were a zillion venders of everything Catholic possible, and vocations booths, and pro-life stuff, and lay movements of all kinds, including the Knights of one kind and another. Here’s the Schreckness with yours truly taking up the last places in the procession before Jesus (photo by a parishioner). Msgr Schreck sponsored me for membership in the CBA:
There were a zillion parish banners which remained on display in the main convention hall after the procession was over. Really nice. This reminded me of all the banners one can see at the Eucharistic and Rosary processions in Lourdes.
I left Andrews about 12:40 AM Saturday to pick up some friends going to the Eucharistic Congress as well, who live out in the middle of absolutely nowhere. We were in time to get some breakfast and go to the Holy Hour before the procession. I got back really very late, and was up again for Holy Hour at 6:00 AM back in the parish, as we have that every Sunday. Then it was non-stop hospital and hospice and Communion calls till evening. It was all totally enjoyable, well, except for one bit, but I’ll save that for another post. The overwhelming aspect of the Eucharistic Congress is Jesus in the Eucharist. It’s all about Jesus.
It’s not that John, the greatest of prophets, didn’t have to learn anything:
And with that, John, not taking himself seriously, faced his death with joy, dancing for joy as much as he could in his chains, in a dungeon. Perhaps you dance like John?
Meanwhile, we build shrines to the saints (like this post), not to say that we wouldn’t have handed the sword to the soldier of Herod who cut off John’s head, for we would all do that given the circumstances and our own idiocy, but rather to say that, with God’s grace, of which they spoke, we can repent of our celebrations of the ways of this world and learn to rejoice, to dance for joy, to leap for joy at the presence of the Lord Jesus in our lives. Perhaps you dance like this with Jesus…
I dance like a donkey. I admit that we might be a bit dour when we start on this epic spiritual journey, playing the part of the ass of a donkey, so to speak, still taking ourselves a bit too seriously, but then we are introduced little by little to the joy of recognizing the presence of the Lord Jesus with us, and then we also dance for joy, even helping others to do the same. A good friend saw this donkey the other day and couldn’t resist getting it for me, donkey that I am… Ha ha ha…
Meanwhile, I’m sure that Saint John Vianney’s condemnation of the ludicrous dancing in Ars won’t come my way for me being happy to dance for joy in the Lord no matter what. The patron saint of priests, for the dedication of the Baptist’s chapel in his little parish church quipped that “John lost his head for a dance”. Sure. But there are different kinds of dancing. John was also happy to dance with abandon before the Lord, as did David. There’s a long and happy tradition of dancing in Judeo-Catholic life.
It is said by the students of the Tilma that Our Lady of Guadalupe is dancing. Perhaps you dance like Jesus’ good mom:
Even Laudie-dog, Break-dance-dog, demonstrates her joy. Perhaps you dance like Laudie-dog:
Look… Really…. JOY no matter what…
I’m Pope Francis’ Jewish Missionary of Mercy, also a Catholic priest. One of my fellow priests, Father Bill Aitcheson, used to head up a cell of the KKK, a terrorist group targeting Jews, Catholics and people with varying degrees of pigmentation.
What I don’t understand is how the diocese in Nevada and how the NAC and again how the diocese of Arlington years later and until today could overlook the fact that he didn’t pay his court imposed fines to pay for damages to multiple victims, fines merely totaling $23,000 at the time, and, if he paid none of it, now equal to $58,769.08, still not that much.
When people repent, part of the repentance involves restitution. He says he wants to do this now. The diocese of Arlington, which insists he’s merely temporarily on leave, ought, because of their own obtuse assertion, pay his fines with increased values straight out in one chunk of money. Father Bill can pay the diocese of Arlington back.
But until then, I don’t believe either he or the diocese is sincere. He’s still Father KKK to me. And the diocese of Arlington, until they pay up, is basically saying that terrorism doesn’t matter, racism doesn’t matter, bigotry doesn’t matter, violence doesn’t matter. Father Aitcheson says he came forward because of the Charlottesville murder. The diocese says he was instead caught out by a reporter. I suppose both can be true coincidentally. Fine. But the restitution needs to be paid. Real apologies need to be given.
The spokesman for the diocese of Arlington says that “Father Aitcheson and Bishop Michael Burbidge have expressed a desire to meet in a pastoral, private setting with the Butler family in the hope that it may bring them healing.” — Do the Butlers want all that privacy, or is it Father Aitcheson who suggested that? He’s mentioned his embarrassment any number of times. Moreover, is there any meeting set up with B’nai B’rith Hillel and Beth Torah, or did he apologize 40 years ago and so we can forget about all those Jewish people today?
A serious question for Father William Aitchenson and to diocesan officials all of whom overlooked the lack of restitution: Was there ever any real intention to pay restitution, and, if not, was any forgiveness from the Lord ever received by Aitcheson by way of baptism or an absolution? Bear the fruits of repentance, and I’ll be happy to provide an absolution for you as Pope Francis’ Missionary of Mercy. I’m no better than you. I’d rather see you go to heaven with real repentance. It’s all about Jesus.
From the relevant declassified FBI file:
Back again in the same place, with Max again asking upside down questions to Father Gordon, that is, peering over the top bunk or a 4-tier bunk bed with Father Gordon on the floor bunk, this amidst a zillion other similar bunks out in the main top floor of a “new” pod to which they moved. The chances of this favorable development coming about are zero. “It never happens.” This is the direct result of your prayers. Miraculous. So, thanks go to ye all.
Flying high in the air above all else is this unexpected alien at the hermitage (which hermitage of yore you can see high up in the background if you have good eyes). Everyone I’ve shown this picture says “That’s really nice, but it just ain’t righted, Father! The picture is upside down.” No no. It’s all right side up, so to speak.
But our Lady doesn’t mind getting flowers that are upside down, inside out, back to front, topsy turvey, or, for that matter, just the way they should be. She knows how to deal with stuff, even us. She’s good that way. She’s the Immaculate Conception, Jesus’ good mom. He was certainly a sign of contradiction, nothing and no one anyone expected even with so many prophesies that He exactly fulfilled.
Father Gordon has moved to the top floor of “South” (3B). He’s a new arrival and so lives out on the main recreation floor on the bottom of multi-tiered bunk beds until such time as a cell just a few feet wide opens up.
Pornchai Maximilian Moontri was supposed to go there as well, but that somehow failed and failed again and again. We will see how that works out or doesn’t in the future. They’re working on some serious matters at the moment, so this disruption makes communication between the two much more difficult.
Prayers for success for what they are working on is much appreciated. Hail Mary…
Since the very beginning of Pope Francis’ “Missionaries of Mercy” project there were indications that there would be progressive phases to the activities of the Missionaries of Mercy. With the present reconfirmation of some – I’m guessing most – Missionaries of Mercy, now mid-2017, there was again mention of a “new phase.” So far, this refers to the encouragement of the Missionaries of Mercy to get off their back-ends so as to provide opportunities for celebrations of mercy, this time with the added faculty (now five total) detailed on Arise! Let us be Going! previously.
I surmise that it was planned that by this time there would be a total of six special faculties, but all the hoops that civil and ecclesiastical penalties were not yet readied or were finally considered impossible. I’m referring to the desire of Pope Francis and his special two-fold Church and State commission to study and then, if possible impose the excommunication of those convicted by the State of mafia-esque crimes. You don’t impose a medicinal penalty unless you have at the ready a way to deliver the medicine. I’m guessing that the Missionaries of Mercy would be involved in revoking any such excommunication and the absolving any related sin. That might be the case if the revoking of an excommunication is reserved to the Holy See. I’m guessing that this would be the case since mafia-esque crimes often involve multiple ecclesiastical territories, even multiple countries.
The Missionaries of Mercy are required to attend a formation get-together in Rome shortly after Easter 2018. I’ve already arranged some lodging at a guest room of the best Benedictine Nuns in the world. I’m eager to return to the Holy City where I’ve spent so very much of my life.
The directive to the re-confirmed Missionaries of Mercy concerning providing penances to penitents for the “New Phase” of the Missionaries of Mercy phenomenon is this:
“Regarding the penance, I would strongly recommend that it be such as to truly assist the full conversion of the penitent.”
Mind you, the penance is always meant to be medicinal. The penance mentioned here is not the normal penance, but for sins so serious that a great deal of medicine is needed for much healing. Sanctifying grace heals immediately, but our Lord wants to continue to work with our minds and hearts and wills and the most profound reaches of our souls.
When last in Rome for all that which regards the Missionaries of Mercy, I had the opportunity to consult on various difficult questions regarding, say, the faculties given. I am thankful for the many and lengthy discussions I had with the Apostolic Penitentiary, particularly about penances to be given for such matters. Such penances, spread out over time, involved time before the Most Blessed Sacrament. Why? Because…
It’s all about Jesus!