“Let’s go to die with Him!” exclaims Thomas, who clearly loved Jesus. But we are weak. That the King of kings, who raised people from the dead, worked great miracles, spoke with authority, no political correctness, would have to fulfil being the Suffering Servant caught Thomas off guard. He ran with the rest of the Apostles, Judas already going to his own place.
Doubt comes upon us when we run after mercy not founded on justice, nice stuff from God without anyone paying the price in God’s justice. It’s like Thomas and the other Apostles say, “Why does this always have to happen to me? This isn’t right? Where’s God in all of this? I’m gone!” We’re such entitled brats, all of us, without exception. “I deserve to be able to sin because, you know, yeah.” Something like that. We’re so tough. But, no. At the very first opportunity we can say that we deserve to be able to sin. I’m too weak anyway, and that has to be God’s fault, not mine. I’m sinless. I’m immaculately conceived. There is no such things as sin, and I don’t need forgiveness.”
And there’s Jesus’ Immaculate Mother, having seen all the sin of all mankind from Adam until the last man is conceived, with purity of heart and agility of soul and clarity of vision – so totally unlike us – not at all blinded to all the hell vomited out on her Son.
If anyone had the right to be cynical – and of course no one does – it would be Mary. No one has ever suffered as has she and she remained entirely faithful to the Lord Jesus, her Son, in solidarity with Him, also for us.
How dare we think we have something more to be cynical about than her. We cave. She didn’t. She’s the heroine whose example we strive to follow with the mercy won for us in justice by her Son, He standing in our place, the Innocent for the guilty. She’s the one who intercedes for us that we become members of the Body of Christ.
How dare we offend her by still thinking that we are entitled to steal our souls away from God, away from her, our mother. Cynicism is a sin against God, but it’s also a sin against Immaculate Mary.
Dear Pope Francis, remember when you said that women with lots of children – more than two? – were nothing but rabbits? Yes, well, I’m child number four of my own mom, whom, according to you, Pope Francis, is therefore just another brainless idiot who is merely a copulating damned rabbit. You reduce my dear mother to a rabbit. And you laugh. Why do you hate my mom and motherhood, Pope Francis? Am I indignant? Yes, rightly so. Do I think you are a fraud with your hateful, misogynistic and altogether damned by God “teachings”? Yes.
Dear Pope Francis, to be consistent with your self-absorption, your propose Pachamama as a mother-creator of all there is, replacing the Most Holy Trinity, having the pretense in your own dark world that this idol worship is honoring motherhood. But your image of motherhood is so deficient that you can only come up with a wooden carved idol representing all that is death and darkness and demonic. Do I think you are a fraud with your hateful, misogynistic “teachings”? Yes.
Dear Pope Francis, remember when you said that many of your predecessor Supreme Pontiffs are damned heretics, you know, because they said, according to you, that Jesus is not fully our redeemer, but that Mary is also our redeemer? You should recall this, since it was on the Vigil of the great Solemnity of the Annunciation to Mary, 24 March, 2021. But your predecessor Supreme Pontiffs never pronounced such heresy. You are either ignorant or a malicious liar who is purposely causing scandal, purposely making your predecessors look like damned fools so as to make yourself a Promethean figure, the greatest, the only One!
Dear Pope Francis, you take those Supreme Pontiffs out of context. Taking their text without their context is your specious pretext. Your predecessor Supreme Pontiffs refer to Mary as Co-Redemptrix simply because it is fitting in justice that one of us – Mary – not divine, asks for the grace of redemption and salvation both of which entirely come from her Divine Son, Christ our God, Jesus. The “Co-” of “Co-Redemptrix” does not necessarily refer to equality, such as is to be seen in the usage of “co-worker” among those at the same level of service on a manufacturing assembly line. There is another usage for the prefix “co-” such as ourselves being “co-workers” with the Almighty Creator in the care of His Creation, such as is Adam’s vocation to till the ground, walking in the presence of the Most High. There is an infinite difference between the Creator and the creature even while the Creator calls His creature to be a mere co-worker in the garden all around us.
Dear Pope Francis, let me be pedantic in answer to your condescending insults to your predecessor Supreme Pontiffs and the very Mother of God. What is meant by your predecessor Supreme Pontiffs with their usage of “Co-Redemptrix” has reference to the fact that it is fitting in justice that a non-divine human being perfectly ask for the graces of redemption and salvation which only Christ our God can provide. That’s it. Mary does this. She is Co-Redemptrix.
Dear Pope Francis, you nevertheless claim that your predecessor Supreme Pontiffs are the most damned of all heretics because of their making, you say, the Blessed Virgin into some kind of goddess. They did not claim Mary to be a goddess. These assertions of yours, Pope Francis, are most dark, most evil. Your statements are blatant lies. It is as if to see the fires of hell flashing in your eyes, you who continuously claim that you are most humble of all, that only your humility can accomplish all you want, you know, because what you want is of sole importance.
Dear Pope Francis, do you laugh in scorn at Jesus and other members of the Body of Christ who are indignant with your insulting of Jesus’ mother, having it that she cannot be Co-Redemptrix? Well, let me tell you Pope Francis, it has been said and written about the Immaculate Virgin Mother of God, the most humble of all, more than you:
And my spirit rejoices in God my Savior for He has looked upon the humility of his slave, for behold, from now on all generations will call me blessed.
Dear Pope Francis, it seems that you hold Mary to be an idiot who cannot know our need perfectly so as to intercede for us perfectly, that which is needed for her to be Co-Redemptrix. But do you not commit THE psychological sin of projection of yourself unto her? She is the Immaculate Conception, you are not. She has purity of heart and agility of soul and clarity of vision and understanding so perfect – and truly beyond anything Promethean you think you have – that she can in fact see our need perfectly and, in solidarity with her Son under the cross, she can herself present that need perfectly to Jesus, who is alone our Redeemer and Savior. Jesus knows our need all too well, tortured to death on the Cross from the original sin of Adam and all the sins of all men throughout time until the last man is conceived, but, again, it is fitting in justice that she makes perfect intercession for us. It is fitting that she fulfil Genesis 3:15, She is in solidarity with Jesus, with His providing the graces of redemption and salvation which smash down the guilt of sin by filling us with God’s life. And she can see our need perfectly by simply looking to her Son upon the Cross taking on all that sin for this redemption and salvation. It is fitting in justice. She is our Co-Redemptrix.
Dear Pope Francis, the ever Virgin Mary miraculously gave birth to Jesus, remaining a Virgin to indicate that she conceived Jesus in Faith by the power and overshadowing of the Holy Spirit, remaining a Virgin still as she has not completed giving birth in faith to the members of the Body of Christ throughout time, but right there on Calvary. Haven’t you heard that it was said by Saint Paul how very many times that Jesus is the Head of the Body of Christ and we are the members of the Body of Christ? The mother of the Body of Christ is the same. The Fathers say that Mary did not give birth to a monster, just a head, but to the Head of the Body and the members of the Body. The members of the Body are birthed throughout time with her intercession she made under the Cross for us, her birth pangs, that perfect intercession. You, Pope Francis, cannot begin to understand the pain of motherly love she went through. You insult her. She is Co-Redemptrix precisely in her motherhood of Jesus and in becoming our mother. It is fitting in justice. You have been a novice master of Jesuits and you do not know these things, Nicodemus? She is not a goddess, but she is the Immaculate Virgin Mother of God. She did not redeem us or save us, but she continues to give birth to the Body of Christ throughout time.
Dear Pope Francis, she remained under the Cross while all the Apostles ran away, including Peter, your predecessor. But they ran out of fear. They could not look at the Mother of God, the Co-Redemptrix, in the face. Neither can you. You coward. Go ahead and try:
Dear Pope Francis, you can’t do it, you can’t look into her eyes, can you? What’s the matter, Pope Francis? Not enough humility? You insult the Immaculate Virgin Mother of God just as you insulted my own earthly mother. In saying that Jesus’ mother cannot intercede for us with motherly solicitude – that which would instead make her Co-Redemptrix -you are also saying that she cannot be our mother by that maternal intercession under the Cross with her Son being tortured to death right in front of her.
Dear Pope Francis, I’m sorry. I forgot. That makes sense for you. You are actually not insulting her in your own mind, because then, if she were not our mother but Jesus’ mother alone, then she would not exceed your limit of children, a limit which if crossed makes any woman a rabbit. You wouldn’t dare claim that Mary is a god-damned rabbit like my mom. My mom had four children, I being the baby of the family. You damn her for her four children. But Jesus’ mom is safe from your demonic attack because according to you she only had one Son, Jesus. But you actually do condemn her as a monster, the mother of a god-damned demonic monster who only has a Head, Jesus, but no Body, no Body of Christ, no Corpus Christi mysticum.
Dear Pope Francis, who are you, really, holding yourself to be so clever, Promethean, the all-enlightened one, so self-absorbed, so very humble in your own eyes, so very much better than Jesus’ Immaculate Mother?
Dear Pope Francis, the Immaculate Virgin Mother of God, Co-Redemptrix, Queen Mother, Queen of Heaven and Earth, of angels and men, also interceded for you, though you are so very, very ungrateful; you so easily insult her as you insult your predecessors, ingratiating yourself with the fallen world, with heretic Protestants who hate Jesus’ good mom, ingratiating yourself with freakish “catholic” heretics from whom you gain applause, ingratiating yourself, you think, with the great red dragon, the ancient serpent and Satan. She is powerful in exorcisms. But you insult her?!
Dear Pope Francis, you run away, not Mary. She was strong enough to stay with her Son. But you run, run, run. You coward. John came back, and, aside from Judas Iscariot, all the other Apostles would beg her forgiveness. But you? You insult her as being too clouded in her vision, too dark in her heart, too clumsy in her soul to be in solidarity with Jesus in our redemption and salvation, unable to intercede for us so perfectly for those graces of Redemption and Salvation that she cannot be Maternal Co-Redemptrix?
Dear Pope Francis, you claim that Jesus’ good mother cannot be The Woman singled out in Genesis 3:15, The Woman of Cana whose Hour of Intercession is to be during Jesus’ Hour on the Cross, The Woman singled out under the Cross to be our Mother, The Woman who is the Ark of the Covenant, clothed with the Son, with a crown of stars about her head, the exalted enemy over against the great red dragon, the ancient Serpent and Satan?
Dear Pope Francis, you say that the Immaculate Virgin Mother of God cannot do this? Who in hell are you to raise your heel to crush Jesus and His Blessed Mother and ours? Who in hell are you to raise yourself above her and above her Son who willed this humble economy of salvation with such mercy based on such justice?
Dear Pope Francis, Jesus stood in our place, the innocent for the guilty, to have the right in His own justice to have mercy on us. He did this with His dear mother accompanying Him, true accompaniment. It is wondrous to behold.
Dear Pope Francis, you instead hold up Pachamama as a goddess, as the mother-creatrice of the universe. Who in hell are you, Pope Francis?
Dear Pope Francis, do you hold yourself to be Saint John, who returned after he fled, so as, in your mind, to ever so condescendingly accompany Mary under the Cross? And when you march up to Calvary, do you not violently thrust Mary aside, saying that you know better how to to intercede for the world, more than Jesus own mother? You make a show of yourself. You make of yourself our true intercessor, a kind of god, one whom people can worship. And what does all that self-absorbed proclamation of yourself get you, Pope Francis?
Dear Pope Francis, you are violating Jesus’ good mother by insulting her Immaculate Conception, insisting she is too stupid to intercede for us, too lacking in understanding to fulfil appropriate justice that one of us ask Jesus for the graces of redemption and salvation (that being the definition of what it is to be Co-Redemptrix). Just because the archangel Gabriel does not strike you dead for insulting Mary on his own feast day in the traditional liturgical calendar (24 March, 2021) does not mean that Jesus is pleased with what you do against her, His mother. You rape her with your insults. Am I indignant with you, Pope Francis? Yes.
Dear Pope Francis, let me be pedantic for you, for it is you who lack understanding. We see in the logic of the Hebrew text of Genesis 3:15 in context that the Mother of the Redeemer stands apart from Adam’s sin, that she is immaculate, that she is enemy number one of the great red dragon, the ancient Serpent and Satan. We see in Luke 1:28 (in understanding the perfect participle in New Testament Greek), that Mary perfectly continues to stand perfectly transformed in grace since the instant she received her vocation (in context) to be the Virgin Mother of God (receiving that eternal vocation when she is conceived). Therefore:
Dear Pope Francis: It is because she is immaculate that she has the purity of heart and agility of soul and the clarity of vision and the breadth and depth of understanding to see what we need perfectly and intercede for us in perfect solidarity with her Son: she gave birth to Jesus, the Head of the Body, and by these birth pangs of her intercession for us, she gives birth to us as the members of the Body. Her perfect maternal solicitude is precisely what makes her Co-Redemptrix.
Dear Pope Francis: How dare you think to know what she went through, as if you could judge her from your fallen perspective. How dare you insult her as being incapable of perfect intercession, meaning that she cannot fulfil the appropriate justice of intercession. How dare you say that see cannot in this way of perfect intercession be Co-Redemptrix. How dare you insult your predecessor Supreme Pontiffs. How dare you insult the Sacred Scriptures…
Dear Pope Francis: Mary is our advocate as our intercessor, our mediatrix in this way of all graces, our Co-Redemptrix with such maternal solicitude to have us be members of the very Body of Christ. Yes.
Dear Pope Francis, are you that Pope who is a sign of unity below the one mother of the One Body of Christ? I think not.
Dear Pope Francis, GO TO CONFESSION. I’ll tell you this, unless you confessed, I wouldn’t give you Viaticum, I wouldn’t provide you the Last Rites. I’m not going to hell for the likes of scum like you Pope Francis. Sure, if you confess, I’ll absolve you, give you Viaticum, provide you the Last Rites, with joy. But if you do not submit to the mercy of God in all justice, I’m not going to accompany you to hell. I’m your Missionary of Mercy, but I cannot and will not act ultra vires, beyond my powers as a son of the Church: I will not condemn the justice of God and therefore the mercy of God. You’re on your own at the judgment. Just go to Confession.
Dear Pope Francis, don’t get me wrong. We love you to pieces, it’s just that we do so with objective reality: I want you to go to heaven. That would give greater glory to God. But I love God more than you, enough to want you to run from this oh-so-clever sophistry. I invite you once again to look into her eyes: she’s your Co-Redemptrix if you want:
Zack Hemsey wrote some great lyrics back in the day, with what motivation I have no idea whatsoever. But that’s sometimes the purpose of some poetry, letting what you have written be available as a kind of mirror which will assist the reader in seeing where he stands in the great scheme of things. Readers can inscape all they want.
For myself, listening to this has grabbed my attention, being both repulsed and attracted to the words at the same time, knowing that I was NOT quite letting the words mirror what was happening within myself. But the other day, listening once again to Zack’s masterpiece, all the reality of my own life before God and neighbor, and Satan, rushed upon me. I was mesmerized, not at any involvement of my own in all this, but by the fact that God so loved the world that He sent His only Son, not to condemn the world but that we might be saved through Him.
All are redeemed. But not all want to be saved. The martyrs, in solidarity with Jesus, their Altar, beg for vengeance from Jesus in heaven:
When he opened the fifth seal, I saw under the altar the souls of those who had been slain for the word of God and for the witness they had borne; they cried out with a loud voice, “O Sovereign Lord, holy and true, how long before thou wilt judge and avenge our blood on those who dwell upon the earth?” Then they were each given a white robe and told to rest a little longer, until the number of their fellow servants and their brethren should be complete, who were to be killed as they themselves had been. When he opened the sixth seal, I looked, and behold, there was a great earthquake; and the sun became black as sackcloth, the full moon became like blood, and the stars of the sky fell to the earth as the fig tree sheds its winter fruit when shaken by a gale; the sky vanished like a scroll that is rolled up, and every mountain and island was removed from its place. Then the kings of the earth and the great men and the generals and the rich and the strong, and every one, slave and free, hid in the caves and among the rocks of the mountains, calling to the mountains and rocks, “Fall on us and hide us from the face of him who is seated on the throne, and from the wrath of the Lamb; for the great day of their wrath has come, and who can stand before it?” (Apocalypse 6:9-17)
Those are the sainted martyrs in heaven asking for vengeance mind you. Jesus agrees with their desire for vengeance, and promises that this will come about.
Are you ready? I’m ready! Jesus has already had vengeance by laying down His life on the Cross. That’s how He conquered, willing standing in our place, Innocent for the guilty, so as to have the right to forgive us, ripping us out of the clutches of Satan and the jaws of hell, so as to bring us through, with and in Himself to heaven.
What hit me the other day is that this isn’t Jesus, the Head of the Body (as Saint Paul describes the Church), but also the members of the Body of Christ with Him, as One, who recite these lyrics.
Before I die alone [My God! My God! Why have you abandoned me? This is a prayer made before the Father. The filial trust of Psalm 22 is so very magnificent.] Let me have vengeance [What Jesus asks is vengeance over against Satan, who had destroyed everything outside of God but God. The punishment of sin on our part is death. In taking on that death, baiting us cynics to kill Him dead with such goodness and kindness and truth, he fulfilled His own justice, permitting Him to usurp our souls away from Satan. Jesus’ death is vengeance over against Satan.] Before I die alone I will have vengeance Before I die alone Let me have vengeance [We move from statement “I will” to “Let me”. This is the prayer on the Cross of Jesus.] Before I die alone I will have vengeance Before I die alone Before my time has gone [Jesus’ time on this earth, the time when He would lay down His life for us…] There’s just one thing I have to do [Jesus is explaining the situation to us….] Before the fire and stone [all of hell broken out on Calvary unto the Sepulcher in which Jesus was laid.] Before your world is gone [our time on this earth…] Have you some patience [He who endures to the end will be saved…] Cuz I will have my vengeance [Praise to the Lamb of God who takest away the sins of the world.] Before I die alone Let me have vengeance Before my time has gone I will have vengeance Before I die alone Let me have vengeance Before I die alone I will have vengeance Before I die alone Let me have vengeance I will have my vengeance Before your world is gone Before the fire and stone Have you some patience Cuz I will have my vengeance Before I die alone (Before I die alone) Before my time has gone (Before my time has gone) Let me have vengeance (I will) (I will) I will have vengeance I will have vengeance
Thank you, Jesus, for having vengeance for us. Thank you, Mary, for being there with Him interceding for us that we might, having been redeemed, will also assent in God’s grace to be saved.
But, as I say, what struck me is that I, we, with Jesus, are saying all this in solidarity with Him over against Satan. I always knew that academically. But it just hit me so very, very personally the other day.
Put another way – I’m confessing my idiocy here – I’ve done plenty of exorcisms over against Satan in Jesus’ Holy Name and with the express mandate of the Church, the exorcism being a sacramental drawing on the merits of Christ and the saints. An exorcism is surely a kind of vengeance, right? An exorcism disestablishes the un-kingdom of Satan and helps to establish the Kingdom of God come among us. But having said that I must confess that only now has our Lord permitted me the tiniest personally felt (NOT that feelings are important!) glimpse into the friendship which He creates, in which He holds us, He having us with Him. This was quite opening up the soul for me.
And, just to say, it was Zack Hemsey’s Vengeance which was an occasion for this to come about. Ha! I love it. Thanks, Zack.
“And a sword your own soul will pierce that the thoughts of many may be revealed…”
This little glimpse of solidarity with Jesus in His vengeance I do not believe can be experienced (to use an inappropriate word) except if we are in solidarity with Mary, who, par excellence, is The Martyr begging our Lord for vengeance. Yes. Someone once asked me if there is a role for Mary that is greater that her motherhood. No, there is not. Mary is the Mother of God, the Mother of this Church Militant, our Mother by her begging for vengeance… now with us begging for vengeance, now that we, by her intercession and her Son’s grace, has become our mother.
There are four moments at Holy Mass where I particularly meet up with Jesus:
Before reading the Gospel the priest bows before the altar and says the prayer Munda cor meum, by which the priest begs our Lord that his heart and lips (his communication) might be purified (as with the prophet Isaiah) that he might worthily announce the Gospel. — For me this is always a terribly humble moment in which I put all my ineptitude before Jesus. I don’t prepare for my preaching outside of glancing at the readings immediately before Mass. I literally cannot but ignore any other preparation. I can only speak from the heart. Truly. In this prayer bowing down before Jesus, I’m begging Him that I not be reprimanded at the Judgment because of misspeaking, because of not representing Him as I should. Complimentary to this is after preaching I turn to Jesus and bow before Him once again, again begging that what I have said be acceptable to Him. The way this works is that grace will provided to those assisting at Holy Mass so that they will hear what Jesus wants them to hear regardless of whether I said it or not. :-)
In the actual preaching, but it is rare that I will meet up with Jesus unless I am speaking about His perspective on His Immaculate Virgin Mother in relation to the Gospel. When I say meet up with Jesus, it’s like He’s lifting the clouds of my foggy brain and dulled soul and blinded eyes wherein I’m otherwise not listening to Him. It’s like He’s drawing me so close to Himself that I begin to begin understanding His love for His dear mother and ours. It’s like He’s telling me that this is the direction He wants me to go in being available as a priest for His priesthood among us. He wants me to tell people of His love for His good mom. A tall order? But Jesus is good and kind.
At the Consecrations. I mean, what can I say? See the picture up top. More on this in another post.
At the Holy Communion, when I receive and in administering Holy Communion to Jesus’ little flock. It’s always such a joyful moment. I can’t help but smile when the lambs receive Jesus with all due reverence. When all is said and done, sitting off to the side of the sanctuary, a moment of quiet with Jesus having visited the hearts of His faithful with His Most Sacred Heart, I wish this could go on and on. Dear Lord…
I’m writing this early Sunday Morning before 6:00 AM Adoration and Confessions and the Masses and Communion Calls, some perhaps with Last Rites. If you read this early on, a Hail Mary please, that I will preach well today of Christ Jesus and His blessed Mother. The Gospel is about exorcism. Yikes!
As the Immaculate Conception, in perfect solidarity with her Divine Son Jesus, in such catastrophically sorrowful conditions became also our Mother under the Cross with her perfect intercession for us with Him, she surely also had the joy, in those birth pangs for us, the joy that Body of Christ was being born, not only Christ the Head of the Body, but we the members of that body, the children also now of the Holy Family.
I think Augustine, had he been equipped with a better understanding of original sin and therefore of the Immaculate Conception… I think Augustine would have spoken more of the joy of the Mother of God and the Mother of the Body of Christ, that the Body of Christ was being born.
O felix culpa! Yes, but let’s see her pronounce that in a preeminent way.
This is a re-publishing from years ago, a way to honor the Immaculate Conception on this day, 8 December, Solemnity of the Immaculate Conception. It’s set to snow today, ice all around, black ice on the roads in the mountains here in WNC as Sassy the all-wheel-drive 2016 Subaru Forester braves transport to three Masses. My parish sports the American-esque version of the Hautes-Pyrénées surrounding Lourdes, France.
Back in the day, when I was a permanent chaplain in Lourdes I took the picture above of fresh roses bursting from the ice next to the Grotto. It was February at the end of weeks of 24/7 sub-freezing temps with ice and snow precipitating down on the pilgrims daily. As you can see, the ice and snow are no match for the gentlest of petals when it is time to give due honor to the Immaculate Conception at the Grotto. Below is a view from above the grotto, and, yes, this is also a color picture. It was just that dark and dreary and ferociously cold:
Meanwhile, in the brutally hot August of Rome it snowed exactly where the Basilica in honor of Jesus’ good mom was to be built, and only there, you know, when tender snowflakes had rightly, for once, had something to do with water despite adverse temperature.
Today I am thinking about Saint John Paul II, how he used the phrase “co-Redemptrix” dozens of times, I think 29 times. This title for our Lady refers simply to how appropriate it was in justice that one of us who is not divine should ask for such graces perfectly, graces coming directly from her Divine Son. It was because of her Immaculate Conception that she had agility of soul, purity of heart, clarity of vision, see exactly what we needed from Christ Our God. Thank you, Blessed Mother, for being a good mother to us. Continue to show yourself a mother to us!
Perhaps this theme of co-Redemptrix is the key to my making a popular version of the thesis, finally. My hope is that this would bring some light to the darkness, including my own dark little life. The glory of the Divine Son of the Immaculate Conception entering this world to grab us and bring us to heaven fires me up, enough, methinks, to melt the ice and snow of my own heart and soul so as to finally start writing. [I know, I know, I just have to do it. Time goes on. Life is short. Yikes! And, I know, I know, I wrote these words years ago… I’m so bad and evil. I beg for the wherewithal to do this.]
This was put up in these pages many years ago. I think it best to republish this now for many reasons, which should be quite clear.
This video is the most amazing, amazing, amazing, amazing, amazing recitation by the Venerable Archbishop Fulton J Sheen of this poem by a religious sister in Pennsylvania. Don’t just read the poem in a second. Play the video and drink in the truth of it all.
Lovely lady, dressed in blue,
Teach me how to pray
‘Cause God was just your little boy,
And you know the way
Did you lift him up sometimes,
Gently on your knee?
Did you tell him stories of the world,
Like Mother did to me?
And when he fell, did you lift him up,
And make everything alright?
And did you tell him his prayers at night?
I want to know my lovely lady, lovely lady,
Dressed, dressed in blue
Oh, God was just your little boy,
Your little boy and you know the truth
And did you whisper in his ear sweet lullabies,
I want to know, I want to know,
I want to know, did he cry?
Lovely lady, dressed in blue,
Oh, won’t you please teach me how to pray?
‘Cause God was just your little boy, and
I want to know, I want to know,
I want to know, so teach me how to pray
I had better get it right, because, if not, I’m liable to be scolded by Jesus’ good mom, the Immaculate Conception. She wants her priest-sons to speak rightly about her Divine Son, Christ Jesus, Christ our God, The Priest.
This family obligation, if you will, hit me quite strongly this past week. Because of renovations in the church, just painting and such at the moment, the statue of Our Lady of Fatima had to come down temporarily, so, she’s been standing right next to the priest’s chair in the sanctuary, off to the side.
I get distracted by noticing her fierce and, if I may, snarky eyes, as if encouraging me to speak more fiercely in an every more snarky manner. Since that’s the direction I’ve been heading over a lifetime, but more markedly in these past number of months, this is perhaps wishful thinking on my part, you know, the old “I’m blame Jesus’ good mom for any fierceness and snarkiness in my preaching.
I mean, here’s my view up close of those ever so fierce and snarky eyes:
Yes, she is happy to be our good mother as well, but what I see in those eyes is someone who has seen it all, and wants that the truth in all charity be preached to the little flock of Jesus her dear Son.
I have to recall when, at just 16 years old, as a Fatima Cadet of the Fatima Family Apostolate of Father Robert J Fox, I was able to help carry the statue of Mary on the vigil of the apparition of July 13, so, for the candlelight procession in Fatima the night of July 12, 1976.
These are the things I carry in my heart, into my preaching, to this day.
To be clear: what I carry in my soul is the grace of the good confessions of a life-time (at the time) in Fatima. Mary, you have to know, leads us to her Son. That she has interceded through the years that I might be able to preach about her dear Son is about enough to bring me to tears of thankfulness. Non sum dignus. Poor Father Fox, who had to hear my confession of a life-time (at the time!). His goodness and kindness and faithfulness have always been a good example to me to strive to follow.
It’s good to have a good confessor to whom to confess to Almighty God.
“Old Slither” was seen near the hermitage, on the rock-garden wall in front of a statue of Jesus’ good mom, Mary. This is at the neighbors to the hermitage, just down the ridge. “Old Slither” has to play the part of getting stomped on as we read in Genesis 3:15. How’s your situational awareness? Can you see him in the picture above? Let’s take a closer look:
He thinks that hiding is going to save him? Don’t be fooled by this. He’s already been smashed down and has nothing by which we are to fear. Jesus commands us: “Fear not!” “Do not be afraid!”
Mary says the same thing also as a reprimand: “Of what are you afraid? Don’t you see that my Son has conquered by standing in your place, the Innocent for the guilty?”
When Saint Paul says that Jesus “became sin” for us, that’s rather a controversial statement. Speaking in shorthand begs some reflection, some questions. I take it all a step further, saying that “Immaculate Mary” “became sin” for us. This is a rather intense, if long, and emotional sermon for me to deliver.
I always and only speak from the heart, trying to listen as I speak to the my Guardian Angel and the Holy Spirit, since I know nothing and they know everything, and seeing that there is a grace for preaching in the Holy Sacrifice of the Mass. I may not have cooperated with that grace. You be the judge.
Some parishioners were profoundly affected for the better. Those people have suffered immensely in life, in all the truth of God’s charity.
In summary of long reprimand of one parishioner, this sermon was an abject, total failure on my part, and was a perfect example of division instead of unity, horribly depressing and dark, but that I should be of good heart, as I can use this as an occasion for learning.
I still see the “great faith” of the “Dog-Woman” in all her hellish suffering as the brilliantly shining glory of God among us as grace upon this earth.
I still see the crucifixion of Jesus as the manifestation of glory upon glory of God’s truth in all charity upon this earth.
I still see the Woman under the Cross as the manifestation of God’s glory upon this earth in a mere human being, although the Woman of great faith, the ever holy ever virgin Immaculate Mary now assumed into heaven.
Perhaps I am to be anathematized for what I say, but this sermon is what I consider to be the best of my entire life, bar none. Of course, I am biased.
Again, it’s a little long, but I’m speaking about Mary – OUR MOTHER! – throughout, regardless of whether or not I mention the “Dog-Woman.” I can’t help but speak at length about my mother and yours, Jesus’ Good Mom…
The picture above, taken at a parishioner’s house, is of Alex Trebek decades ago. Yes, there are re-runs of game shows from a lifetime ago. I just thought this particular scene was humorous and so took a picture of it. Sorry for using poor “Shadow” the other day as bait so as to watch the the knuckleheads show themselves. And they did. It is to laugh, out loud too.
Sorry if this is all a bit Kryptic. Some are bewildered at such Kryptesque posts that mention my “Shadow,” the guy who has been “established with secured identity” by those in DS-Rosslyn, with my own identity. The analogy for the continuing bewilderment that comes to mind is the befuddlement over seemingly entirely outrageous statements of POTUS Trump that he makes correctly but without revealing important circumstances. Like clockwork, over the space of a week or two, this exercise in baiting has the knuckleheads go full apoplectic and show themselves for who they are, and then after they make fools of themselves, good old Trump reveals the rest of the story as Paul Harvey would say. Checkmate. They know they’ve been had. In my own little world the rest of the story may or may not be revealed in this lifetime. I’m working on it, and I’m having fun while doing it, laughing all the way, even if the subject matter involves otherwise stunningly illegal arms transfers and rather shadowy characters and endless violence and loss of life. My “Shadow” might well be revealed even while exaggeratedly attempting to remain hidden, an unexpected plot twist. I digress.
This kind of entertainment – and it is just that, for me, entertainment – takes up about 0.00001% of my free time. I write about it because it’s all so stupid. It just is what it is. And I cannot, cannot, cannot write about what happens the other 99.99999% of my free time, not to mention what happens in my full-on priestly activities in confession, in spiritual direction, all that for which I actually live. Don’t get the wrong idea.
You have to know, I absolutely love being a priest, all of the priestly everything about visiting the sick, providing Last Rites, doing up funerals, and preaching!
Oh my! I love preaching. I learn about the Sacred Scriptures pretty much only while I’m preaching, that is, not so much any preparation, if any, but in the actual preaching. I’ve often spoken of this with my confessor. He has the same experience in being brought into a crushing-uplifting reverence before the Living Truth of Jesus by the Holy Spirit while preaching. I guess that’s how the Lord tells us that we’ve said enough and need to move things along, because… after that… we can get choked up, and simply not be able to say anything more. Preaching from the heart? This is more like putting one’s useless heart aside, because, look… look at that Sacred Heart of Jesus… In trying to reveal what is otherwise hidden in the Mystery of God’s love for us – plot twist – our own inadequacy otherwise hidden also to ourselves is – plot twist – revealed before the Light that comes into such darkness. Such Light! I love it, but…
This kind of thing is almost annoying. Take for instance the Consecrations at Holy Mass. I can usually get through the first, but by the second I have to battle with all my might from getting choked up in the presence of the Most Sacred Mysteries – the ultimate Kryptos – of our Lord’s ever so hidden love for us. I am a weak and useless and simple man. So, there we have it, a plot twist. Who we are, our identity, is revealed not when we claim an identity, but when we stand ever so simply before our Creator. We are revealed for who we are. Jesus strips us of our fear in which we stupidly try to hide ourselves. Fear is not an identity. Being forgiven reveals who we are before our Redeemer because He forgives by pouring into us the created presence of the Most Holy Trinity otherwise called sanctifying grace. How to say it?
“Hidden.” That’s “Kryptic.” Watch what happens the other way. The dear Lord, by way of His goodness and kindness and the Living Truth that He is, lays open our souls before His majesty. We know who we are when like the Apostle Thomas , we place our finger into the marks of the nails, and our hand into the gaping wound in His side that was made on Calvary by the sword of the Roman soldier.
Plot twist? Oh yes. And the games human beings play in this world which congratulates itself on being clever and shadowy? It is to laugh, but also to cry, for there is altogether too much game playing and violence and not enough of being drawn into the Living Sacred Mysteries of God’s Love and Truth, of Jesus, who will come to judge the living and the dead and the world by fire.
And if you feel lost in all this seeming convolutedness, like it’s all still too Kryptic, let some piercing eyes cut right into your very soul revealing how you stand before God, for her soul was pierced through that the thoughts of many hearts might be revealed (see Luke 2:35).
You remember how Elijah stopped up the heavens from raining for years.
You remember how Elijah brought Israel back to the faith all of Israel with the great sacrifice on Mount Carmel.
You remember how Elijah took proper care of the necks of the 450 henchmen of Jezebel / prophets of Baal (not to mention the 400 fake prophets of Asherah[?]).
You remember how Elijah prayed for rain, and it did rain. He saw from his cave facing the Mediterranean Sea (above which I lived) a cloud in the form of a foot rising from the sea, bringing the rain. This is the foot which reaches out, taking the initiative, to crush the head of the serpent back in Genesis 3:15.
You remember how the crusaders preached by the greatest of saints in those bygone centuries, who fought defensive wars against the Islamicist slaughters of the faithful in the Holy Land.
You remember how some of the crusaders then removed themselves off to Mount Carmel not far from the cave of Elijah. They took what is actually the Dominican habit, just brown, with the scapular, the tiny version of which is pictured above. I hope you wear it. I do. And pray the Rosary. Daily!
You remember how the new Carmelites moved into the wadi, right were I’m standing to take the picture below, looking down to the Mediterranean. They wanted to become prayer warriors in the same spirit as they were crusaders. How embarrassing the mosque you see to the upper right of the picture. Sigh.
We gotta remember the history of Mount Carmel whilst we live our own lives today whilst we wear the scapular and whilst we pray the rosary.
I’m a bit rough on Saint Paul VI, who gave an address in Nazareth on 5 January 1964 in which he spoke wonderfully about the Holy Family. Perhaps I’m jaded, but I thought it was too sweet about the Holy Family, too nice, too peaceful, too calm, too silent, so contemplative, so prayerful. I’m sure he meant all that in an innocuous manner. But whatever his good and holy intentions, well, I don’t like it. I don’t like it at all. I make that really quite clear.
Also, when I get on a rant like this, all worked up, I might make brave in attributing things to those to whom they don’t belong. I don’t know if it was in this particular recorded homily or another the same day in which I attributed the phrase “field hospital” not only to Pope Francis but also perhaps to Saint John Paul II, et al. Sorry about that. Don’t get stuck on that kind of thing. I’m getting older. Forgive me. The point is about holiness embracing chaos for holiness’ sake, you know, like Jesus stretching out His arms to embrace us… on the cross… And this chaos started at His birth and never stopped…
Paul VI did, of course, make plenty of great points about the spiritual life and the correct priorities in life we should all have. I agree with all those. But still, it set me into rant mode. Here’s that address of Paul VI. You might want to read over it before listening to the homily. Perhaps I go into rant mode because Paul VI, a saint, flies right over my head and I just don’t get what he’s on about.
From an address by Saint Paul VI, pope
(Nazareth, January 5, 1964) Nazareth, a model
Nazareth is a kind of school where we may begin to discover what Christ’s life was like and even to understand his Gospel. Here we can observe and ponder Continue reading →
This was sent in to Arise! Hmmm… Let’s take a look at that… [The one who sent this in, BTW, has a great sense of humor, and won’t mind a bit that I’m fisking this dish cloth hanging in front of the stove. What I say, although incisive, will I hope, also bring about a wee laugh.]
Three Wise Women would have ignored the guiding star instead asking directions to a place they had no idea where it was and so couldn’t ask directions and so would get themselves into trouble, at the least being sold into slavery…
Three Wise Women, in ignoring the star and so arriving in what they themselves think is on time – they being so wise – would have instead messed up the divine providence of the timing so that Herod would have been successful in killing Jesus with all the boys of Bethlehem two years old and under…
Three Wise Women would have tried to help the deliver the baby, which, instead of being born in the normal way, had a miraculous birth, much like how Jesus Himself walked right through the closed and locked doors of the Upper Room after the Resurrection, and this would have made them upset, because, you know, they came all that way…
Because of being upset with the miraculous birth, the three Wise Women would have ignored the moment and purposely busied themselves with the feces of the animals, because that’s the most important thing at the moment. We should call to mind that when Jesus’ good mom appeared to Bernadette in Lourdes, it was in the cave filled with pig-feces, symbolic of what was going on in Lourdes at the time. Mary is used to humble circumstances, and in being in solidarity with us, even standing under the Cross in all the violence, in the … feces of our sins.
Three Wise Women would have made a casserole, ignoring Hebrew dietary laws but bullying their way along, making everyone sad…
Three Wise Women wouldn’t realize the most practical thing in the world is to pray, not doing the Martha thing running about in frantic mode, but doing the Mary thing, at the feet of Jesus, in this case listening to His baby cooing.
Instead of gold for a king as a symbol of His good providence in governance for the poor ones of His little flock, the three Wise Women would have started a much more practical interest-bearing bank account, perhaps with Herod. Who else?
Instead of frankincense for The Priest as a symbol of how He would offer Himself in sacrifice for us, the Innocent for guilty, and so having the right in His own justice to have mercy on us, the three Wise Women would have given him Febreze™ Plug In Scents to suffocate the smells of the cave.
Instead of Myrrh used for the burial of a corpse – such as Jesus would surely be in speaking the Truth and thus being killed off like any prophet – the three Wise Women would have gifted Him normal spices that they could mix up in the casserole they themselves would eat.
And all this – let us be most clear – NOT because they are women, but because these three individual women would proclaim themselves as being wise (which the three kings never did), ending up, in their lack of wisdom, rejecting the entire economy of salvation to put themselves in front of everyone, drawing attention to themselves, you know, all in the name of Feminism, which brings the peace of a mere lack of war, what with everyone being dead already, instead of the sword of division which Jesus in His perfect wisdom came to bring, a sword of truth which instead brings us to reality, to repentance, to forgiveness, and therefore to love and respect for others, unto truth and the joy of the Holy Spirit, and therefore unto the true peace of Heaven. Jesus is the Prince of the Most Profound Peace. I’ll stick with His ways so far above the ways of any of us who think we are wise. We have all sinned against Him whom we have all pierced. We have all thought ourselves to be wise… So… Jesus is the One. He’s the only One.
Having said all that, I have to say that that dish towel perfectly sums up the Benedictine sisters I had for teachers when I was kid, that is, after 1968 and into the early 1970s. Yikes!
A rather anthropologically inhumane comment arrived to the blog stating “co-redemptrix as a title […] is not necessary for the faith,” and that “‘Co’ seems to be too strong of a relational signifier.” – That’s from a doctor of philosophy in theology, as it were, so to speak, who’s trying to architect Catholic faith with big words. Oooo! Big words! So, he says:
The “‘Co’ [of co-redemptrix] seems to be too strong…”
I guess he’s a man of his time. Are we all supposed to be absolute individualists, with no “relational signifiers” that are, you know, too strong, nothing that would disturb our faith so much as to be, like, actually related to others, to God?
Bwahahahaha…. Sorry. This is actually sad.
Let’s see what Saint Paul says about what kind of “relational signifiers” are appropriate:
“He gave some as apostles, others as prophets, others as evangelists, others as pastors and teachers, to equip the holy ones for the work of ministry, for building up the body of Christ, until we all attain to the unity of faith and knowledge of the Son of God, to mature manhood, to the extent of the full stature of Christ, so that we may no longer be infants, tossed by waves and swept along by every wind of teaching arising from human trickery, from their cunning in the interests of deceitful scheming. Rather, living the truth in love, we should grow in every way into him who is the head, Christ, from whom the whole body, joined and held together by every supporting ligament, with the proper functioning of each part, brings about the body’s growth and builds itself up in love. So I declare and testify in the Lord that you must no longer live as the Gentiles do, in the futility of their minds; darkened in understanding, alienated from the life of God because of their ignorance, because of their hardness of heart, they have become callous…” (Ephesians 4:11-19 nab)
Get that? No? Try this:
“He delivered us from the power of darkness and transferred us to the kingdom of his beloved Son, in whom we have redemption, the forgiveness of sins. He is the image of the invisible God, the firstborn of all creation. For in him were created all things in heaven and on earth, the visible and the invisible, whether thrones or dominions or principalities or powers; all things were created through him and for him. He is before all things, and in him all things hold together. He is the head of the body, the church. He is the beginning, the firstborn from the dead, that in all things he himself might be preeminent. For in him all the fullness was pleased to dwell, and through him to reconcile all things for him, making peace by the blood of his cross (through him), whether those on earth or those in heaven. And you who once were alienated and hostile in mind because of evil deeds he has now reconciled in his fleshly body through his death, to present you holy, without blemish, and irreproachable before him, provided that you persevere in the faith, firmly grounded, stable, and not shifting from the hope of the gospel that you heard, which has been preached to every creature under heaven, of which I, Paul, am a minister. Now I rejoice in my sufferings for your sake, and in my flesh I am filling up what is lacking in the afflictions of Christ on behalf of his body, which is the church, of which I am a minister in accordance with God’s stewardship given to me to bring to completion for you the word of God, the mystery hidden from ages and from generations past. But now it has been manifested to his holy ones, to whom God chose to make known the riches of the glory of this mystery among the Gentiles; it is Christ in you, the hope for glory. It is he whom we proclaim, admonishing everyone and teaching everyone with all wisdom, that we may present everyone perfect in Christ. For this I labor and struggle, in accord with the exercise of his power working within me.” (Colosians 1:13-29 nab)
Let’s see, Christ the Head, we the members, one Body of Christ, Mystici corporis Christi.
But all those “relational signifiers” – like “he” – are jussst toooo haaaard!
But wait, that one line there… “Filling up what is lacking…”
Let’s pray about this:
“And when I am lifted up from the earth, I will draw all to myself.” (John 12:32)
I mean, that’s on Calvary, during the Redemption, Jesus on the Cross, and we’re supposed to be with Him on the Cross. We, with Him, on the Cross. What’s Jesus talking about? It’s as if while He is laying down His life, the Innocent for the guilty, so that He might have the right in His own justice to have mercy on us – He is also laying down our lives, like His whole Body, Head and members. There’s a highly “relational signifier” if I ever saw one. But, here’s the methodology of it: “Blessed is he who takes no offense at me” (Luke 7:23), and “He must deny himself and take up his cross daily” (Luke 9:23 – passim…)
But let’s go back to the outrageous Saint Paul, just to make sure we understand and it’s not tooooo haaard. I mean, “relational signifiers” is certainly tooooo haaard for me.
“God who said, ‘Let light shine out of darkness,’ has shone in our hearts to bring to light the knowledge of the glory of God on the face of (Jesus) Christ. But we hold this treasure in earthen vessels, that the surpassing power may be of God and not from us. We are afflicted in every way, but not constrained; perplexed, but not driven to despair; persecuted, but not abandoned; struck down, but not destroyed; always carrying about in the body the dying of Jesus, so that the life of Jesus may also be manifested in our body. For we who live are constantly being given up to death for the sake of Jesus, so that the life of Jesus may be manifested in our mortal flesh. So death is at work in us, but life in you.” (2 Corinthians 4:6-12 nab)
“Do you not know that your bodies are members of Christ? Shall I then take Christ’s members and make them the members of a prostitute? Of course not! (Or) do you not know that anyone who joins himself to a prostitute becomes one body with her? For “the two,” it says, “will become one flesh.” But whoever is joined to the Lord becomes one spirit with him. Avoid immorality. Every other sin a person commits is outside the body, but the immoral person sins against his own body. Do you not know that your body is a temple of the Holy Spirit within you, whom you have from God, and that you are not your own? For you have been purchased at a price. Therefore, glorify God in your body.” (1 Corinthians 6:15-20 nab)
So, let’s go back to Genesis, where the Mother of the Redeemer is singled out in battle with Satan. Then there is a parallel of sorts in the battle between her Seed and Satan’s seed, that is, her Son and those who belong to Him, over against Satan and those who belong to him. Lot’s of “relational signifiers” going on there. If you want to know about who crushed the serpent on the head, see my conference and thesis.
Sometimes the “relational signifier” was in the feminine, so that the Mother of the Redeemer is presented as crushing the head of the great deceiver. This points to how our lives are laid down with that of the Redeemer, whose heel is crushed (and He dies) and we with Him. One Bread One Body. All that.
I would love to see an advance in artwork. I would like to see Mary crushing the serpent on the head with her heel (not just a gentle caress with a couple of toes), and I would like to see how the serpent’s head is being crushed even while that serpent is crushing the heel of Mary in all violence. More on that in a Flower for the Immaculate Conception…
Anyway, to those who think they can quote Cardinal Ratzinger from the Seewald interview, think again. At the time the great Cardinal was burdened with his utter rejection of original sin, and therefore his complete misunderstanding of the import of the Immaculate Conception. You can read about that in a homily reprinted in In the Beginning…’: A Catholic Understanding of the Story of Creation and the Fall. Get the German. For him, at that time, it’s all about original sin not as original sin, not with propagation, but by way of imitation. This isn’t hard. Moving ahead – and this is all a long story which deserves to told at length – now Pope Benedict XVI gave his Angelus address in Lourdes on Sunday, September 14, 2008, Feast of the Exaltation of the Cross. Suffice it for now to say that he reversed a lifetime of thought about original sin and the immaculate conception. Follow the French. Stare at it long and hard, repeatedly. It’s inescapable. Really. This goes to the heart of a lifetime of thought for him. This is not a small thing. He just didn’t get how close it is that Christ makes us members of His Body. But since then, he does. A gentleman. A scholar. Does he himself quote Saint Paul as I have. Yes. But, at that time, a bit from the outside. But no longer.
Look. Christ is our Redeemer, alone. I know that. But try to go deeper into the intimacy in which He unites us with Himself, His Body. There’s a couple of pages in the thesis dedicated to the great Cardinal. I made it easy for you in the link above. You don’t have to go to the Pontifical Biblical Institute to peruse it, after you get your degrees there.
I can’t resist, one more from Saint Paul, as I just can’t get over this guys usage of “relational signifiers”:
“For the husband is head of his wife just as Christ is head of the church, he himself the savior of the body. As the church is subordinate to Christ, so wives should be subordinate to their husbands in everything. Husbands, love your wives, even as Christ loved the church and handed himself over for her to sanctify her, cleansing her by the bath of water with the word, that he might present to himself the church in splendor, without spot or wrinkle or any such thing, that she might be holy and without blemish. So (also) husbands should love their wives as their own bodies. He who loves his wife loves himself. For no one hates his own flesh but rather nourishes and cherishes it, even as Christ does the church, because we are members of his body. “For this reason a man shall leave (his) father and (his) mother and be joined to his wife, and the two shall become one flesh.” This is a great mystery, but I speak in reference to Christ and the Church. (Ephesians 5:23-32 nab)
Talk about “relational signifiers”… HAH!
When someone says that such closeness with humanity is just too much, I think of Islam, which is scandalized by the Cross, for God could NOT love the world so much as to send His only Son so that He might make us one with Himself to give us as a gift to our Heavenly Father, through, with and in Himself, again… He having stood in our place, the Innocent for the guilty, so that He might have the right in His own justice to have mercy on us:
For the sake of His sorrowful passion (justice)
Have mercy on us and on the whole world (mercy)
For Islam, God is tooooooooooo hoooooooooly for such love. But God is love. Jesus does make us one with Himself. When He lays down His life, he lays down our lives with His.
To think any other way is to prostitute oneself to the world. And by the way, the prostitute doesn’t need to be accompanied in her “job”, she needs to be gotten out of that.
And that’s, analogously, why I write such things, also for Pope Francis. I had the time to study at the Pontifical Biblical Institute. He didn’t. We help each other out.
All this is encouraging me to do up the popular version of the thesis. I know that the time has come when people say that it is imprudent to speak of the Redeemer and the Mother of the Redeemer. (More “relational signifiers” there, btw.) /// end of rant
I’m going to offer a critique of Pope Francis’ impassioned rejection of Mary as Co-Redemptrix at Mass in Saint Peter’s Basilica for the Feast of Our Lady of Guadalupe the other day, December 12, 2019. The video above is the entire homily.
And yes, I’m aware through second hand information – I know, “second-hand” – and from a private conversation with then Cardinal Ratzinger – I know, “private” – that the then Prefect’s opinion of the title co-redemptrix could be misleading, but not that it was wrong in itself. Analogously, that’s what Saint John Henry Newman said about Papal Infallibility, right? It’s entirely correct, but maybe that wasn’t the best time to be proclaiming that truth of the Gospels in Matthew 16, what with the sum of all heresies running rampant in both the Catholic Church and the Anglican get-togethers at that time (it’s no different today). I would counter that the best time to preach the truth is all the time: “Proclaim the word; be persistent whether it is convenient or inconvenient [in season or out of season]; convince, reprimand, encourage through all patience and teaching” (2 Timothy 4:2).
Anyway, that objection of “it’s correct but the wording could be misinterpreted” is all a far cry from Pope Francis’ putting the absolute worst spin on that title for Mary – Co-Redemptrix – that he could possibly ever dream up in some nightmare, having it that not only is it misleading, but wrong, he even saying that efforts with this are “stupidities.”
Lets see what he himself says at 2’17”:
“Fiel a su Maestro, que es su Hijo, el único Redentor, jamás quiso para sí tomar algo de su Hijo. Jamás se presentó como co-redentora, no: discípula.”
“Faithful to her Master, who is her Son, alone the Redeemer, she never desired to take something of her Son for herself. She never presented herself as co-redeemer, no: disciple.”
Well, that’s all true:
She was faithful to her Master, who is her Son, He alone being the Redeemer.
She never desire to take something of her Son for herself.
She never presented herself as Co-Redeemer. [nor does she have to for this to be true.]
She was, in fact, a disciple.
The problem is that Pope Francis contrasts all this with the title Co-Redemptrix, attacking the historical interpretation of that title by, say, the “Servant of God” (first step toward canonization) Sister Lucia of Fatima, and by, say, Pope Saint John Paul II, who used that title a half-dozen times (and also a few more times for all the rest of us, by the way, inasmuch as we are to be evangelizers of the redemption). The title was also used by Pope Pius IX, Pope Leo XIII, Pope Pius X, Pope Benedict XV, Pope Pius XI, Pope Pius XII. Anyway, let’s move on:
In the video, at 2’55”:
“Nunca robó para sí nada de su Hijo. Lo sirvió porque Madre. “
“She never robbed anything from her Son, but she served Him, because she is Mother.”
Fine. That’s all true as well:
She never robbed [stealing by way of arrogant violence] anything from her Son.
She served Him as Mother.
But that has nothing that contradicts her being Co-Redemptrix. With overwhelming irony, all that misses the point of her being the woman and mother that she is, as we will see. Let’s move along…
Then, at 6’07” (he’s mumbling a bit…):
“Quando vengan con historias de que de declarala esto a ser trato como un dogma o esto – non la perdamos in tonteras.”
“When they come with stories of having to declare this [Mary as Co-Redemptrix] to be a dogma or whatever – let’s not lose her in stupidities.”
“Stupidities.” This, of course, is not a named, but is nonetheless a direct attack on seven previous popes, as well as, it seems to me – and this is perhaps to the point – on Mark Miravale, who has made this title of Co-Redemptrix a life project. He’s done a lot of excellent work on this. What Pope Francis does is simply offensive. If he wants to pick a fight, he should name his adversaries who are alive today instead of hiding behind a bully pulpit. All stupidities about Mary? Really?
Let’s do some reasoning about this:
Pope Francis considers the title Co-Redemptrix to be falsely assigning Mary a function which she steals violently from her Son, as if being a woman and mother wasn’t enough for any woman, including Mary, to have dignity.
But this is missing the point altogether. It’s so dark, so dismal, so unable to see goodness and kindness in being a woman, a mother. Here’s the deal:
It is because Mary is a faithful woman, mother and disciple that she is Co-Redemptrix. Only she could be so faithful, such a mother, and such a disciple.
Let’s unpack that a bit…
Mary is free of original sin as we know from Genesis 3:15 and Luke 1:28 (see my thesis on Genesis and Ignace de la Potterie’s study on Luke 1:28).
That means she has purity of heart and agility of soul and clarity of vision such that she sees the contrast between God’s goodness and our sin. In looking upon her Son on Calvary, she sees all the sin of all mankind wrecked upon her Son. As a woman, as a mother, as His mother, she is in solidarity with Him while He accomplishes our Redemption, He alone our Redeemer. In her immaculateness, with her clarity of vision, seeing what we need perfectly, she perfectly intercedes for us in that solidarity, heart to Heart, with her Son.
Here’s the point: it is entirely fitting in justice that one of us mere human beings (only she is capable what with her being free from original sin) asks for all that we need in Redemption. Her request, in all justice, and her Son’s answer as a command to His Heavenly Father (Father! Forgive them), makes of them co-workers in our Redemption. She asks. He provides. That’s what the title Co-Redemptrix for Mary is all about. Nothing more. But nothing less.
Being Co-Redemptrix is the flourishing of her being a woman, a mother, His Immaculate Virgin Mother, and ours. She’s not brutally, violently stealing anything from Son to make herself look good. No. How sick is that? Instead, she serves Him in unimaginable suffering as only a good mother could. How could anyone look into her eyes and insult her that her motherhood is not flourishing here under the Cross?
We are also to be co-redeemers of sorts, co-workers with the redemption, evangelizing the redemption. Is that so bad, so blasphemous? No. It isn’t.
I have much to say about this connection between the motherhood of Mary and her title of Co-Redemptrix, foundationally in my thesis, and then more precisely and especially in the conference on Mary, Mother of the Church Militant, which I gave back in 2013:
On December 12, 2019, Feast of Our Lady of Guadalupe, in Saint Peter’s Basilica, Pope Francis denounced a title of our Lady, with an edge. I started to write about all that to defend that title used many times by Saint Pope John Paul II and which has a history in the Church. But the only thing I could think of was Pope Francis’ deep hatred for women and mothers. I forgive him. I do. But I’ve never heard him repent of what he said.
I know, I should be even more forgiving, especially of Pope Francis, and maybe not ask him for repentance, just a condescending permission for me to “accompany” him. After all, I’m his own Missionary of Mercy, right? I use those particular faculties all the time. I accompany people right to Jesus, not to sin. I hope I don’t lose those entirely useful faculties for NOT being a “Yes man”. Pope Francis doesn’t want “Yes men.” He said so. Therefore, NO. Pope Francis needs to repent like anyone else, with sincerity.
What came to mind for me during Pope Francis’ Guadalupe Mass homily about Mary the other day were comments he made on Monday, January 19, 2015, during the in-flight press conference from the Philippines to Rome, in which he demonstrated just how much he despises mothers and motherhood. Sorry, but that’s the way my heart and soul and mind work, that is, with reality.
Pope Francis said: “I believe that the number of three [children] per family, which you [the reporter] mentioned, is important, according to the experts, for maintaining the population. Three per couple.” Then, after citing an example of a woman having more than three children he says that this is a “form of irresponsibility.” Would that be a sin, perhaps an ecological sin that he’s accusing that woman of committing, publicly? And then he speaks of rabbits: “Some people believe that – pardon my language – in order to be good Catholics, we should be like rabbits. No. Responsible parenthood.”
So, any woman who has more than three children is irresponsible, perhaps sinful, and a rabbit.
That makes my mom an irresponsible rabbit. Mom had two daughters with her first husband, and then, when he was killed in plane crash, she remarried and had two boys, including me, the last. That makes me child number 4. Last time I checked, 4 is more than 3. So, my mom is an irresponsible beast, and I’m the son of an irresponsible beast, according to Pope Francis. And she was probably sinful in her irresponsibility.
I thought it was bad enough when my “Shadow” called my mom a “b*tch.” A “b*tch” is a female dog. I’m not so sure how that’s so different from a rabbit. But this is the Pope.
So, that seals it then, right? He’s the Pope.
So, my mom is surely the most god-damnedest irresponsible beast.
Is that right, Pope Francis?
How about an apology?
There are plenty who follow this blog in the Holy See. They can give this to Pope Francis, who, as it happens, follows American blogs through his minions closely. I don’t want a phone call with an apology. I want to see him publicly repent of his remarks.
Now, I’ll set about writing about how a particular woman, Mary, can be more than a birth-robot. Stay tuned.
The two wooden outlines of the bottoms of the statues of Mary and Juan Diego are meant, of course, to keep the statues from sliding off the litter while it’s being carried by four men (of the same size!). When the statues are in place, I would recommend sliding a couple of pins through the wood and into the bases of the statues, just in case there’s an emergency.
And a close up of the brackets which hold the pipes as supports for the array of flowers that arc over our Lady: