At my old stomping ground, The Wanderer, their weekly contributor and a ubiquitous tweeter Fr. Kevin Cusick, nailed the Synod (“walking together”) situation in a couple of sentences.
Another rigged Synod is now underway with predictable results. All we need to know to verify that is the information that Archbishop Bruno Forte is on the drafting committee again for this confab. He is responsible for inserting pro-LGBT propaganda in the written record of the earlier Family Synod.
Lorenzo Cardinal Baldisseri says the drafts of the final document of Synod 2018 will be kept confidential and will not be published. What has been made public thus far indicates that the synod counts on another ruse to manipulate Church teaching for ill purposes.
Based on what we have seen, that nails it. Today’s revelations about procedures give slim comfort. HERE
The rest of Cusick’s piece concerns the gulf between what Synod organizers think young people want and need and what they really want and need, especially in regard to Tradition. There are some funny memes about that, as I am sure you have seen. His observations align very much with what I wrote yesterday in commenting on something Fr. Cipolla wrote at Rorate. HERE
It strikes me that a huge swath of The Powers That Be are clueless. Their cluelessness is self-imposed. They are so committed to their ideological view of the Church and their clericalist condescension toward her members that they won’t permit that any other approaches be tried, especially if TRADITION is invoked.
We are left with – to use harsh imagery a “war of attrition” or, in a phrase that drives libs nuts, a “biological solution”. Either way, the attrition and the ticking clock solution applies to all of us. Which side with be ground down under the boots of the world, the flesh and the Devil faster?
Across the board, as demographics shift, we are going to lose huge numbers of nominal Catholics. However, when I visit traditional parishes or communities, I see that the TLMs are the “children’s Mass”, based on the numbers of youngsters, young families and their rapidly increasing offspring. Where I am on Sundays, it seems like every other week there is a newborn to be admired. The average age in the pews must be about 7.
This suggests to me that there is a real and a fruitful synergy between the young people of today and Tradition, which is alive.
Tradition is alive and young people can have a relationship with it, just we can have a relationship with the true content of our Faith, whether fides quae or fides qua, who is in actuality a Divine Person.
In their relationship with Tradition young people and old alike are networked, so to speak, with our Catholic brethren across the globe and our forebears even across the doors of death.
There’s a thrumming depth to our millennia spanning global Tradition. Something cobbled up in the last few years in this or that place cannot offer the same.
Only the man who has roots has a future. Part and parcel of the problems of modern man are that because he has cut his roots with his own past, he can no longer project himself to the future. Man, without an inherited and objective frame of reference, cannot even make sense of the present in which he lives. To attempt to achieve freedom by escaping from the burdens of tradition tends to result in a new enslavement to a chaotic present.
In a more mundane way, in the movie The African Queen Humphrey Bogart explains to Katharine Hepburn that they have to get the propeller working because, in order to steer the boat through the dangerous rapids, they have to go faster than the current. Like the root image, above, the propeller simultaneously “roots” the boat in the past while providing the organic option of where to go in our future without being swept helplessly into the rocks.
Meanwhile, each day with my increasingly gray hair and multiplying aches I smile at the words at the foot of the altar, “Introibo ad altare Dei… I will go to the altar of God, to God who gives joy to my youth.” There is much for reflection in that first antiphon of Mass.
A smaller but highly creative flock is being drawn from the great culling and falling away.