
What a day that was. I was still at the “Sabine Farm”, like Horace away from Rome’s summer heat. The days were bright and full of hope. A friend stopped in to share a bottle of “The Widow”. What a day.
Sincerely, I think all this madness will pass one way or another.
Today is the anniversary of the release of Summorum Pontificum, the saintly Pope Benedict XVI’s “emancipation proclamation” for those who desired what they ought to have had all along: freedom to use the Church’s traditional Roman Rite.
That endured – although hampered by those who hate those who love Tradition – until it was shut down, again an act of hatred of those who love Tradition, under the cruel document Traditionis custodes and subsequent incoherent burpings of dyspeptic micromanagement from what is now called the “Dicastery”.
Traditionis custodes is to Summorum Pontificum what Plessy v Ferguson was to the Emancipation Proclamation. If that trend holds, who shall issue the parallel to Brown v. Board?
They won’t win. Too much is at stake. Too many people are now involved with traditional sacred liturgical worship. Too many people hardly involved in anything are dropping away. Too much information is available on the internet.
So, it is going to end, someday. I foresee different possibilities.
First, Rex Novus In Aegypto doesn’t have to be bad. It can be good. Perhaps the next man elected to the See of Peter will be more compassionate.
Second, people will simply, in larger and larger numbers, ignore the cruelty and will take matters into their own hands without – NB – without malice or any sense of separation or schism from legitimate authority legitimately exercised. Home chapels and perhaps even purchased places, plenty of cancelled priests to help, lots of willing and happy hands, ready to build the ark and ready to turn it all back to normal when the storm ends.
Third, the Lord will return.
Fourth, in view of the Lord returning, there may be an extinction level cataclysmic event, such as a massive meteor that strikes the planet. Along the lines of this song sent by a priest friend this morning.
