Wherein Fr. Z muses about the “survey” sent to bishops about Summorum Pontificum. Rant and suggestions. UPDATED

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A few days ago news came out [at Rorate first, publicly] that the CDF has sent or will send to the bishops of the world questionnaires about the implementation of Summorum Pontificum.

The questionnaire is sort of a surprise, but not too much.  I sensed something was up, a disturbance in the “force”, a while ago, when Bp. Peter Christensen of Boise tried ultra vires to crack down on traditional practices.  In the 27 March-9 April issue of the Idaho Catholic Register, Bp. Christensen said he wanted priests to report to him on the use of the 1962 Missale Romanum.  Why?  Because, “this information must be made available to the Holy See in a formal report during each ad limina visit. So, for accurate record-keeping, I request that you report this practice to me along with frequency and attendance.”

In February 2020 the bishops of the Northwest of these USA had their ad limina visit in Rome, predating his note in the paper.

At this point it seemed to me that something was up.

It seems a strange time to be doing this, however.  We might have expected something like this perhaps at the 10th anniversary of Summorum Pontificum.   In these USA, at the 10 year mark, there had been an explosion of Masses, from about 50 on Sundays to some 500 by 2017.   I note that there was recently an open letter circulated in Italy by a fanatical hater of Tradition, signed by all sorts of people, most of whom no one has ever heard.

Much as the perpetual whiners about deaconettes got another pointless commission, it could be that the Tradition bashing squeaky wheel got some grease in the form of this survey.  Just as the deaconette commission isn’t going to produce what the promoters of women’s ordination want, neither will this survey about Summorum Pontificum produce what the left wants.  Just watch.

One thing that we have to take into consideration is that, recently, the Holy See approved additions to the 1962 Missale Romanum.   While it is possible that the right hand doesn’t know what the left hand is doing in the Vatican – high possibility – it is unlikely that there is a strong desire among those who matter to “shut down” Summorum Pontificum.

So, I have a few things to say.

First, do not panic.  Do not make panicky bad scenes in Twitter or on Fakebook or blogs about this.   That will only confirm the prejudices of those who hate you.   Remember: it is not just that the bashers of Tradition hate Tradition, they hate the people who like Tradition.  They hate the people.   So don’t run around like an idiot and give them easy targets.

Second, both priests and people out there, NOW is the time to double down on Traditional practices, not pull back.   There are some bishops who send out letters to priest that are worded in such a way that the less than careful reader will take away that what are actually the bishop’s personal preferences are really laws that can override the universal laws of the Church or rubrics in the Missal.  While we have to admit that bishops can crucify priests in a thousand ways for sticking up for themselves, neither should we be willing to roll over.   This is the time to embrace traditional worship.

Fathers, learn the TLM.  It will change you as priests and create a knock on effect in all you do.  Lay people, go to your priests and work with them in any way you can.  Be kind, diplomatic, available, generous and persistent.

Third, we are, right now, in a strange liminal period.  It is a kind of threshold which we can cross in either direction, back to where we were, status quo ante, or into a new state.

Right now, because of the coronavirus, the Body of Christ does not have to absorb the millions of body blows inflicted through sacrilegious Communions.   This coronavirus experience is going to weed out a lot of our pews for the near future.  Therefore, we have to make plans NOW for “new evangelization” once things let up.  I don’t think this will be a kind of tabula rasa for us to write on anew, but the effects will be ours to work with in a positive way if we choose to do so.   Remember Tolkien’s eucatastrophe!  There are disasters that, like the felix culpa of the Exsultet, produce unexpected blessings.  One blessing of the demographic sink hole that it is about to open up under the Church, is that lovers of Tradition, and more charismatic element for Church, along with converts from the evangelical side of things, are going to find each other and integrate.  This will happen from desire to survive, for sure.  But there will more to it.  I think Papa Ratzinger foresaw this.  That’s the stuff of another post.  There will be some friction, but the sparks will light beautiful fires.

The survey does not have to be a negative.

Lib writers will now try to bait you into reacting.  Don’t take the bait.

At the same time, I note that traditional Catholics are still treated with unheard of pastoral neglect in the Church.   If there is a single hyper-marginalized demographic right now, it is those who desire traditional worship and doctrine.  Chanceries and parishes run in circles with their hair on fire to affirm and accommodate this sliver and that minority.  But when it comes to tradition, they give, at best, hardly even a yawn or glance or else the back of their hand and intentional repression.  It’s the back of the bus for us.  Heck, it’s often no ticket at all, not even a separate water fountain to drink from.  The lack of charity is frightening from bishops. Priests too.   For years and years, I’ve prayed to the angel guardians of bishops and priests I hear about, that God will give them graces and they will open their hearts.

Bishops and priests can be hard to deal with, friends.  I’m sure that comes as a shock.  However, trads can be hard to deal with.  They can be their own worst enemies.  On the other hand, when shown a little respect they’ll go to the wall for their bishops and priests.  At least, that’s my experience.

I do take note of a double-standard at work.  A priest sent me a copy of a faux, satirical “response” survey mocking to the Summorum Pontificum survey.  Its questions reveal the double-standard.  For example…

  1. What is the situation of your diocese with respect to the millions lost faithful during the fifty-year time frame since the implementation of the Ordinary Form of the Roman Rite?
  2. If the Ordinary Form is practiced there, does it respond to a true pastoral need or is it promoted by a small number of people stuck in the 1960’s?
  3. Please list the (likely rapidly declining) numbers of Mass attendance in your diocese since the implementation of the Ordinary Form of the Romanum Rite (No opinions, please, just facts.)
  4. For the celebration of the Ordinary Form of the Mass, how often is it celebrated irreverently?  For space considerations, it might be necessary instead to just list how often it is celebrated reverently.
  5. Has the Apostolic Constitution Missale Romanum had an influence on the life of seminaries and other formation houses (aside from decimating then, of course)?
  6. Why, after a fifty-year experimentation that has failed miserably by all possible measurements, should the Ordinary Form of the Mass be continued?  (Note: any non-blank answers to this question will be considered grounds for removal from ecclesial office due to clear mental incapacity)?

So, as this business about the “survey” goes around, don’t be your own worst enemy, and make an ugly scene, or panic and fuel panic in others about it.   Calm.  Cool.

Also, double down on Tradition.  When you come to a curve, at the right moment you have to accelerate into it.  This is NOT the time to apply the brakes.

Meanwhile, if you think about it positively, perhaps someone in the Holy See is wondering why traditional Mass congregations are growing and why traditional religious groups are expanding.   For some that will be a portent of disaster.  They’d rather see a smoking bleach-filled crater and salt sown fields than see a thriving traditional parish or institute.  Others, however, can think outside the box.  Rather, think inside the box they ought to be in!  If your numbers are bleeding, and the virus is aggravating the blood loss, then you might be really interested in the groups who are going to still be there…with children and check books.   It could be that the survey is looking for help for he Church.

Stay frosty.

UPDATE:

Some have asked about writing to their bishops.  They raise a good point.

Here’s an idea.

There’s no reason why laypeople shouldn’t know what is going on with the TLM in their own dioceses.  They might know better the history and the locations and numbers better than most officials asked to look into the matter for the sake of the questionnaire.

There’s no reason why laypeople can’t help the process by sending helpful and accurate and verified information to the local bishop, with a cordially respectful cover letter.   A copy should simultaneously be sent to the Congregation in Rome, which will tally (I suppose) the information.

Priests can do this too.  Right?

Think about it.

A TALE OF TWO DIOCESES.

Over in the Diocese of Black Duck, Bp. Jude Noble – close to retirement – receives a missive from the CDF with the survey.  He knows that at least three dozen of the priests there regular celebrate the TLM and that many young families participate.  He has himself baptized and confirmed them and said Mass for them.   He asks help for the data from Msgr. Zuhlsdorf, recently moved from St. Ipsidipsy to merge Our Lady Mournful Mother Weeping and the Minor Basilica of the Sacred Heart Loaded Down With Opprobrium into one vibrant traditional “Through My Fault My Fault My Most Grievous Fault Catholic Community”.  (Msgr. Zuhlsdorf maintains his old property with the house and shooting ranges in the countryside.)  The data is gathered, the true picture of the situation is collated, the survey is filled out, it is sent to Rome.  No drama. Easy peasy.

Over in the Diocese of Libville, Bp. Fatty McButterpants – past retirement but inexplicably kept on though he has driven his place into bankruptcy, twice, and has had two ordinations in the last 6 years – receives a missive from the CDF with the survey.  He knows that there are dozens of priests and many hundred of pesky laity chaffing him with their incessant longing for Catholic Tradition instead of the “reformed theology” the spirit of Vatican II would approve of.  He knows that a “sacrament” – such outdated concepts – really take place when people look into each other’s eyes after they get the white thing and sing the song.  Kicking away his somewhat deformed dog Chester, worrying at his old masonic apron, he calls Fr. Bruce Hugalot over at St. Idealia.  He is the faith presider coordinator for the “Engendering Togetherness Community of Welcome”.  “He’ll get the information we need”, muses Fatty as his sausage-like finger slowly punches at the phone.  “I should call ‘Dozer’, too.”, meaning his old friend Bp. Antuininu Ruspa over in Pie Town.  He looks fondly at Chester, who once bit Dozer in a very strange place, requiring a rather humiliating trip to the ER.  “We can coordinate.”  No drama.  Easy peasy.

What Fatty doesn’t anticipate is that dozens of people and priests in Libville also write to the CDF with their impressions, which present quite a different picture than what McButterpants sends in.  Questions are raised about similar language in the offerings of Libville and Pie Town and how the differ from the many other letters that arrived.  Grist for the next ad limina and note of interest to the Congregation for Bishops.

I believe it is within the rights of priests and laypeople alike to do their own honest research, verify it carefully, and share it with the local bishop while copying everything to the CDF.

His Eminence
Luis Card. Ladaria Ferrer
Prefect of the Congregation for the
Doctrine of the Faith
ATTENTION: OLIM Pont. Comm. “Ecclesia Dei”
Palazzo del Sant’Uffizio
00120 VATICAN CITY

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Wherein Fr. Z made a rubrical mistake. Mea minima culpa.

Today I said Mass on a live stream for St. Mark.  I stuck to St. Mark rather than the Rogation Mass, because, well, I’m alone, and a procession of one guy alone, is just a guy going for a walk.

I checked my Ordo – from the Cantians in Chicago – and saw to my surprise WHITE vestments.   “Okayyyy”, quoth I and set up for white.  There was a tingling in the back of my head that this wasn’t right, but there it was in the Ordo.  And – this year – it is only only Ordo I have – the FSSP didn’t send me one this year.  Just sayin’.  If they want me to make their Ordo visible…

So, I set up for white.

No sooner have I finished Mass but the pickers start to pick.  “Why white and not purple or red?”

Purple, no, because it was not the Rogation Mass.  But… red.  In fact, that turns out to be the CORRECT color.

Here are some shots.

The Ordo from St. John Cantius:

There it is.  WHITE

Now, the rubrics on colors of vestments in the Roman Missal.

For white – NB: Mark is an Evangelist, but not listed as a martyr.

For red: Note that Mark is an Evangelist.

So, white for non-martyrs, and non-martyr Evangelists are exceptions to the rule.  They get red.

You know… I’ve only been doing this for almost 30 years.  I guess I’m getting old and forgetful.

Of course when I looked at the Introit, and found the Mass “Protexisti”, which I have said yesterday and the day before for Sts. Fidelis and George, that was a hint.  But, by that point, the die was cast.

Anyway, Ordos have errors.

I recommend double checking.

Nevertheless, I don’t think I have to go back and say the Mass over again.   And I don’t think that Mark will mind very much.

I’ll file this under “Lighter Fare”.

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25 April – St. Mark and the Major Rogation Day – Wherein Fr. Z rants

Years ago I was outside the Paul VI audience hall waiting for my bishop.  There were there various drivers, priests waiting for their bishops, newsies, etc.  An old Italian bishop, tired of the yakking inside the meeting of their conference, had come outside.   Since the German college inside the Vatican walls was just nearby, I described the beautiful Corpus Christi procession we had had in the Vatican Gardens, with Swiss Guards carrying the canopy.   The old man nodded with approval and growled:

“Meno chiacchiere – più processioni. … Less jabbering – more processions.”

Today, 25 April, the Feast of St. Mark, is when Holy Church traditionally had it’s “Major” Rogation Day, with the singing of litanies and a procession asking God to bless new crops, etc.

The “Minor” Rogation Days occur from Monday through Wednesday before Ascension Thursday… THURSDAY.

“Rogation” comes from rogo “to ask”.

The procession, which often went about the boundaries of a parish, was in England called the “beating of the bounds”.  This was very helpful back when there were no or few maps for keeping boundaries in the common knowledge.  Remembrance of boundaries were renewed each year.

This is a another wonderful ancient Catholic tradition which should be revived.

Holy Church’s calendar was, and in its traditional form, is, intimately bound up with the journey of your planet around its yellow star.

Præsta, quaesumus, omnípotens Deus: ut, qui in afflictióne nostra de tua pietáte confídimus, contra advérsa ómnia, tua semper protectióne muniámur.

Grant, we beseech Thee, O almighty God, that we, who in our affliction put our trust in Thy mercy, may ever be defended by Thy protection against all adversity.

I would add… “adversity from without and from within”.

I rather like this freer translation of the same:

Grant, we beseech thee, O Almighty God, that we who in our tribulation are yet of good cheer because of thy loving-kindness, may find thee mighty to save from all dangers.

Can you think of a better time than RIGHT NOW to have processions?

But no, our chiefs are all hunkered down inside.

 

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25 April – HOLY MASS (TLM) – St Mark – LIVE VIDEO: 1200h CDT (GMT/UTC -5) – With “rogation” prayers

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I will LIVE stream a Traditional Latin Mass at NOON Central Daylight Time (= GMT/UTC -5 and ROME 1900h).

The Mass formulary for 25 April: St Mark, Evangelist.  There is a commemoration for the “rogation” today.  The Roman Station is St. Peter’s Basilica.

  • NB: You can find an English translation of the Mass formulary HERE.  Scroll down. Use the 1960 setting.
  • We can say the Regina Caeli together, since the Angelus bells are usually ringing when the live stream starts.
  • I will say a Spiritual Communion prayer at the very beginning for those of you who cannot make a Eucharistic Communion. 
  • I will also recite in Latin the traditional  “Statement of Intention” (…a hint to priests).
  • After Mass and the Leonine Prayers, I will recite a prayer in Latin “In time of pandemic” followed by a blessing with a fragment of the Cross.

I’ll add a “fervorino” (short sermon).

THANK YOU to my flower donors! And HUGE thanks to a viewer for the new RELIQUARY (from my wishlist), which now holds a relic of St. Therese de Lisieux.

 

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UPDATE to #TalkLikeShakespeareDay: NEW PLAY! “Two Gentlemen of Corona”

Shakespeare’s birthday, and therefore Talk Like Shakespeare Day, arrived full of expectation on 22 April.  I posted HERE.

I was working, feverishly, on deciphering the manuscript I mentioned of a hitherto unknown offering by the Bard.  I missed the target day.  (I’ll have to wait until February, perhaps, to bring out a strange new work by Christopher Marlowe named, as far as I can tell, “Doctor Fauci”.)

In any event, who needs Marlowe when Shakespeare is in the house.

Enjoy.

Two Gentlemen of Corona

A comedy in one National Defense act

Dramatis Personae

Chorus
Jim Acosta – CCN
Jeremy Diamond – CNN
Andrea Mitchell – MSNNBC
Donald J. Trump – POTUS
Kellyanne Conway – Adviser to POTUS
Andrew Cuomo – Gov. of New York
Michael Richard Pence – VPOTUS
Chorus of Briefing Room Newsies

[BY THE WASHINGTON MONUMENT. PROTESTER’S CARS HONKING]

CHORUS:
Now is all the middle class on fire,
and all free movement in the wardrobe lies.
Now democrats through webcams vaunt and seek
full powers, agendas red and sickly green
and lust for jack boots rises in their breasts.
They sell the nation’s jobs to buy their seats.
Conspiring with the media of mass
they choose, they, who will essential be
and what the folk may buy is in their hand.
O Land of the Free, of free motion now bereft
where even doors of churches barr’d have been.
Now for the evening updates gather newsies,
POTUS all to badger and lambast.
The Donald, with staff rounded, tarries there,
with repetitious explanations loud.
But see, the massy media like him not,
and three corrupted pawns forthwith are sent.
Acosta, vile of CNN, and next,
Diamond of same, like in forkéd tongue.
Andrea of MSNBC
joins them, conspirers, journalistic, fake.
The sum is paid, the liberals are agreed.
‘Ere he halt the dread virus coronal
by their hands this strong POTUS must fail,
if hell and treason hold their promises,
and secure senile Biden in the fall
by abuse of distancing and budget.
Linger, your patience on, and we’ll digest.
The Donald comes forth from office oval,
and the stage is now in White House fair.
Unto Briefing Room do we shift our scene.

[ENTER DIAMOND of CNN:]

DIAMOND:
I hate the Trump.  So for my part I’ll prod
to seek that sore spot which shall then incite
the bad orange man to wave his hands and lend
bites sonic for our news. We suffer now
in ratings video.  He’ll always rise
to unfair snark and half truth’s, which we fling
as chimps their poo on those who do displease.
But soft, I see that Mitchell, Andrea,
of network other, but of purpose same.

[ENTER ANDREA MITCHELL of MSNBC]

MITCHELL:
Make way, make way, for was there ever any
such as I.  You, sirrah, get thee from my face
and distance thyself socially, you disgrace.

DIAMOND:
Why doyen dear, and dreaded dowager
of powers journalistic never bested.
Rough though I be, am I Diamond
correspondent of great C and N and N.

MITCHELL:
Speak up, sirrah.  Prate. Ask you of me aught?
Or is it that some cat your tongue has caught.

DIAMOND:
O great rep of Peacock and of dems
I would conspire with thee ‘gainst common foe.

MITCHELL:
Thou coulds’t mean only one and I am game.
Our outlets different and yet they are the same.
We seal our common project with a shake.

DIAMOND (aside):
Which when it serves her purpose she will break.

[ENTER ACOSTA of CCN]

MITCHELL:
Tut’, here comes Acosta.  Sound him out.

DIAMOND:
Companion both of network and desire
to put into the fire dread POTUS’ feet,
he comes. I’ll to him straight to seek his boost,
the better for my purpose and device.
Acosta, hail, well met, thou fighting scribe
irritating all who have good taste.
What cheer?   We would have speaks with thee.

ACOSTA:
Andrea! What ho?  See’st what I did?
I get why you do me accost. HA HA!
Come, let us form a plan and play
Trumpicus Magnus like a card.  HA.
Again I’ve done it.  I’m verily too much.

[TRUMPETS SOUND]

ACOSTA:
Hark the brassy trumpin’ trumpets sound
Trump the would-be despot for to call.
See what I did there with my wit so keen?
O’er myself I cannot get.  Ai me!

DIAMOND, MITCHELL, ACOSTA and NEWSIE CHORUS:
Resolved we are in our conspiracy.
Donald Trump to bite until he bleed
for stirring up our ratings is our need.

[ENTER POTUS, VPOTUS, STAFF:]

TRUMP:
Take seats alternatively spaced as signs
portend, and let us start the evening brief,
our general and common spar,
you with charges fake and less than kind
and I with perfect counters and retorts.

ACOSTA [SHOUTING]:
You’ve done nothing for the sick!  Wherefore?

DIAMOND [SHOUTING]:
Proud you are and xenophobic? Why?

MITCHELL [SHOUTING]:
Who, which, and when and how and other things?

TRUMP:
The usual queries less than smart or fair
these beauts do bandy each and every day.
Of brains they have or none or few in skulls,
less, at least, than on their days of birth.

ACOSTA:
Oh Trump, you claim to outperform the just
expectations of all who thee oppose….

TRUMP:
Here it cometh now, as all foresaw it would.
Agere sequitur esse verified.

ACOSTA:
… but there resound still throughout all the land
reports that some are ever stricken down
with virus coronal and are ill.  Tell! Speak! Reveal
when first you wished for citizens to die.

TRUMP:
A weasel hath not such a deal of spleen
as thou of CNN art toss’d with.
Me think’st thou art a general offense
and every man should beat thee here and now.

DIAMOND:
Oh POTUS, you are by Pelosi, and by Schiff
rightly known as agent Slavic and in debt
to Vlad, potentate of Russia and no friend.
Say! Reply and tell, how long you’ve been
his pawn, for your impeachment looms renewed.

TRUMP:
An ass-hat, a coxcomb, and a knave.
A thin fac’d and a CNN paid knave.
I’d beat thee, but I would infect mine hands.

MITCHELL:
O President – for how long yet we muse –
by bumpkins and by hicks deplorable
were you beyond your place upraised by votes
to might executory.  Spill!  Admit! Make known!
How thou didst rudely cheat fair Hillary,
our solitary hope, solace, and star.

TRUMP:
There’s no more faith in thee than in stew’d prunes.
Imbecile of Messed-UP NBC.
Away you three-inch lily-livered fool.

DIAMOND [aside to ACOSTA]:
Dem overlords will pay our guerdon gold,
For Trump reacted as vaticinated.

ACOSTA [aside to MITCHELL]:
In seeming independence do we strive
to bait and fleer at POTUS oftentimes.

MITCHELL [aside to NEWSIE CHORUS]:
We’ve done our masters bidding you and I
to raise the viewer ratings.  Pour it on!

TRUMP:
The motto “More than others” has my heart
and mind and efforts guided onward for
the rising spirits of this nation great,
great again, quoth I and iterate
afresh lest skivvies, thralls subservient
of fake ensorcelléd media, all lies,
their repetitious poison pour upon
the public to beguile and to fleece.
For sheep do people seem to moldy dems
like Nancy, hypocrite of House the worst,
and Schiff, whose neck the collar of his shirt
distains, who makes up evidence and tales.
No ambuscade or ploy or subterfuge
is sunk so deep in infamy that you
eschew to dig ‘neath depth penultimate.
Nothing satisfies the slaves of media fake.
Ask queries honest or out your rears betake.

[NOISE BEYOND OF RUNNING – ENTER CONWAY]

Why, Cuomo is coming, in an new hat but still an old jerk, a pair of madras breeches thrice to small, a pair of boots that have been golf-club cases, and with him, sir, his lackeys, for all the world caparisoned like the DCCC, with mismatched clothes for sake of diversity, and gartered with transgendered hose, and …

[ENTER CUOMO with diversity retainers]

Of rears thou speakest, thou in Gotham reared.
I come, of Empire State, hereditary boss.
Measurement of casements is my goal,
windows for to cover with new drapes.
Crisis opportune doth televise my face.
Where standest thou, POTUS, in this cruel day
and hour of pestilence, there I’ll advance.
That spot I’ll have off thee, and with it lights
to face the fawning newsies, party dupes.
When hour of choosing comes at last and
public ballots, rigged and counterfeit,
enumerated are and then covered o’er,
I shall be what thou from us did thieve.
Poor Biden’s place I’m sure to take.
when and if the delegates will flock
to Milwaukee, Cream city by the lake.
Upon me verily, heir of New York state,
with outstretched begging hands will they bequeath
full measure of their wish, for thee to rout.
Shall they be denied?  Speak, O Donald.

TRUMP:
Though from Queens of Gotham I emerged
my way of speaking has been somewhat tamed,
lest with saloon bum cadence, like to thine,
I would drub the ears and make the angels weep.
A caricature of leadership thou bring’st
into this briefing uninvited, gov.
Yet servant art thou of dem gospel pure.
With whining constant hast thou built
prominence with these three mandarins
of fakery and lies.  See how they swoon.
Out of my sight.  Thou dost infect mine eyes.

DIAMOND, MITCHELL, ACOSTA and NEWSIE CHORUS:
Save us, Cuomo, Cuomo, Cuomo do.
Trump must not ever win.  We count on you.

CUOMO:
I’ faith, I revel in their loving chant,
for I do swear true democratic cant.
But come, let us now go.  My measuring
completed is and curtains new shall soon
transform this Briefing Room and snowy house.
To Albany, new grumblings to concoct.

TRUMP:
Blow winds, blow, and crack your cheeks! Blowhard!

ACOSTA:
The stars move still, time runs, the clock will strike,
Our Cuomo will come, and POTUS must be damn’ed.

[EXEUNT CUOMO ET AL. CHASED BY NEWSIES]

VPOTUS:
Pensive, honest President, am I
and pence would I thee gladly give for how
to expose and to swiftly bring to light
our future fortune in this pressing strife.
Here ‘bouts stand thy advisors, experts all.
Unused to such deceitful ways, their hedged
remarks are oft remade in headlines that
pervert their inner sense.   Briefings had we
for kith and countrymen.  But barging by
the New York governor, Cuomo the boor,
and by his egress fleet, attention for
to garner with the mediatic pawns,
I liefer would this meeting now postpone,
to give thee time for respite so well-earned.

POTUS:
Thanks, gentle Veep.  Thy care for me is warm
and kindles even now within my heart
new verve our way of living to defend,
covert coronavirus to defeat.
In peace there’s nothing so becomes a man
as modest stillness and humility.
But when the blast of virus blows through our lands,
then imitate the action of the tiger:
beat back the press, call out fake news,
stiffen defense acts, summon up the guard,
disguise our visage with hard favor’d rage.
Doubled must our efforts be, for war
we now ‘gainst microscopic foe allied
with micro-brained assailants in the press.
Full power over citizens and life.
That’s their game. Against them do I stand.
Rest will I not.  To Oval Office, Pence!
Be copy now to COVID team and staff
and teach them how to war, networks avoid.
To Oval Office, Veep!  Hence, I follow.

[EXEUNT VPOTUS with STAFF, POTUS REMAINS]    

What dost thou, or what art thou, Donald John?
Dost thou desire White House fair for things
That bring you fame? Of fame had you enough.
Pols for their robbery have authority
In Washington’s foul swamp.  What?  Do I want same?
O cunning enemy, that, to catch me out
with barbs they bait the hook.  Most dangerous
is that temptation that doth goad us on
to rise to their deceits: never could The Donald,
with all my double vigor, hair and nature,
once calm my temper: but this puissant office
subdued me quite.  Ever till now.
When men are fond, I smile and wonder how.
When I would pray and think, I think and pray
to several subjects which everyone rehearse.
The borders to secure and bind up safe.
Our military might to strengthen, once declined.
To see babes unborn be born safe and loved.
To make again America so great as
she once was proud to be. And is again.
Was again?  Until this plague, this vile
enemy did war it down with poison foul.
No, not MSNBC or CNN,
Though they come first to mind in order grim.
No, not the democrats and their dim ilk,
though me and country do they scorn and hate.
Nay, rather, virus COVID, covert germ
disease infectious lays us low with fear
and forces distance social, lockéd shops.
Jobs, thus, do I ponder. O work and jobs!
The nation must reopen.  That shall I perform.
Till then headlong I’ll run against the foe.
O God in heav’n have mercy on my soul.
Impose some end to our incessant pain.
Let POTUS live in mediatic hell
for four more years, lest Cuomo, shifty Schiff,
Sad Nancy, AOC and witless Squad
America can raze, and turn from God.

[EXIT POTUS]

 

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24 April – HOLY MASS (TLM) – St Fidelis – LIVE VIDEO: 1200h CDT (GMT/UTC -5) – With prayers “For the sick”

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I will LIVE stream a Traditional Latin Mass at NOON Central Daylight Time (= GMT/UTC -5 and ROME 1900h).

The Mass formulary for 24 April: St Fidelis of Sigmaringen, Martyr (“Protexisti me”)

I will add prayers “Pro infirmis… for the sick”.

THANK YOU to my flower donors! And HUGE thanks to a viewer for the new RELIQUARY (from my wishlist), which now holds a relic of St. Therese de Lisieux.

  • NB: You can find an English translation of the Mass formulary HERE.  Scroll down. Use the 1960 setting.
  • We can say the Regina Caeli together, since the Angelus bells are usually ringing when the live stream starts.
  • I will say a Spiritual Communion prayer at the very beginning for those of you who cannot make a Eucharistic Communion. 
  • I will also recite in Latin the traditional  “Statement of Intention” (…a hint to priests).
  • After Mass and the Leonine Prayers, I will recite a prayer in Latin “In time of pandemic” followed by a blessing with a fragment of the Cross.

I’ll add a “fervorino” (short sermon).

 

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23 April: Talk Like Shakespeare Day – a review and a foretelling

As it is the twenty-third of the what
the other Poet dubbed “the cruelest month”,
this day henceforth shall ever be
renowned as Talke Lyke Shakespeare Daye.

I’ve been digging around in archives and I have uncovered yet another rare find.   A lost manuscript of the Bard.  In the past I have provided you with

A Most Tragikal Hystory of Obama I

and

The Trumping of the Shrew

I hope later today to be able to share something of the new discovery

Two Gentlemen of Corona

Until then, here is something I dug up in my research in far flung libraries. You might not have seen this. It is a long lost epilogue to Richard III, coincidentally unearthed soon after the bones of the king were found under a parking lot and then re-interred in Leicester without the Catholic Mass that Richard would have wanted, for, contrary to his black legend, he was a pretty decent king and quite devout.


The Tragikal History of King Richard III

ACT VI – Epilogue

RICHARD III, deceased, seated by a grave, holding a skull.

ENTER HAMLET Prince of Denmark, deceased, wearing Wayfarers.

HAMLET [singing]:

Brush up thy Marlowe
Start quoting him now
Brush up thy Marlowe
And the women wilt thou wow

But soft!

RICHARD:

Ay me!

HAMLET:

Whom do I see beside this gaping grave?
Why good ol’ Dicken, Blighty’s erstwhile king
unkindly hacked to bits at Bosworth Field!
Let’s draw near to find his sighings out.

RICHARD:

Ay me.

HAMLET [sneaking]:

He speaks!  O speak again chopp’d monarch!

RICHARD:

Now is the summer of our afterlife,
made somewhat gloomy by our funeral rites;
and all the clouds that lour’d upon our lot,
in the deep bosom of fair Leicester gather’d.

HAMLET:

What ho, good Richard, of that name the third
to wear fair England’s crown, too short a time.
Down seem’st thou to me, and desponding.
Thy so black mood resembleth close that garb
of inky sable I did sport as in
the halls of gloomy Elsinor I moped.
Art thou so dull and drear that thou woulds’t steal
to earthy pit, my shtick to plagiarize?
Thou must be truly vex’d to so converse
with bony chops, by grave and dirt and muck.
Tell me quickly: park you here a lot?

RICHARD:

Everyone’s a comic now, I see.
Dost thou permit thyself at my expense
a joke to craft of where my bones did lie?
Give, I pray, the rest of that silence
thou did’st prate on before thine own demise.
If not, begone, shove off, and hie the hence.

HAMLET:

Peace, good King.   I do but jest.
In earthly life I was a pill, and now
in heav’n’s joys jocund choose I to be –
and not to be as earnest as before.
In life I would have liked to be a card,
perhaps a jack o’ hearts or e’en napes,
e’en as that Yorick was, whose skull you swip’d.
Come, explain.  Tell me everything.
Why is royal Dicken in the dumps?

RICHARD:

Less didst thou annoy when in thy ebon
garb thou wert sunk in melancholy deep.
Inky Hamlet I could bear. But deign
I not to suffer Dane transform’d, in shirt
Hawaiian, cracking wise and gamboling.
But nay, stay a bit and tell me true.
Art thou not mooning still over that blond?
That swimming challeng’d girl? What was her name?
Oprah?  Something on those lines?

HAMLET:

Okay okay.  Enough.  Thy point I take.
Cheap shot. Thou art not well dispos’d.
But tell me. What’s the deal?  Get a grip.
Spill it all and list shall I sincere.

RICHARD:

Apology accepted, Prince of Danes.
If thou wilt not take thy face hence at once
I’ll unburden’d be.  You asked for it.
Yes, my tomb and long lost place of rest,
beneath that car park less than august was
for monarch royal, e’en one cast down
in wars of rosy houses, white and red.
Now they’ve found my bones and dug me up.
Alchemy scientific they employ’ed
and rituals forensic they performed
upon my matter osseous, my framework
skeletal, my lineage to spy.

HAMLET [sitting down]:

O wizardry most modern!  Tell me more!

RICHARD [holding the skull]:

Studied they my skull, my wounds and hacks,
my curvéd back did they interrogate
until, at last, my bones, renovate,
encloséd were in wooden casket fair.

HAMLET:

Much trumpeted was this in media massy.

RICHARD:

They bore me thence, a royal tomb to fill
in Martin’s Church at Leicester.

HAMLET:

And so?

RICHARD:

See’st thou not?  Shall I thee explain?
When thou didst breathe in that vale lachrymose
wert thou not a pious Catholic prince?
Surely thou dost sense the sting that thy
bones in clay encloséd are till doom,
in Denmark, once a land of faithful flock.
The Danish realm, as did the Britians’ isle,
slith’ring slid down into mischief sin
of error and schismatical protest.
Their backs they turned on Holy Peter’s smile,
in separation now circumnutate.

HAMLET [aside]:

What a ranting polysyllabic.
Something bad is eating him for sure.

RICHARD:

Woe! More woe! And woe is me!
Thou, Hamlet, royal Dane, must also feel
this piercing sting, e’en in heaven’s bliss!

HAMLET:

Hang on there!  Just a second wait!
Dicken, we’re in heaven, see….

RICHARD:

… yes I know.
Paradoxical I choose to be.
In heaven’s bliss are we and in God’s sight
replenish’ed by vision Beatific.
But this is yearly “Talk Like Shakespeare Day”.
The cleric scribe who put us side by side
must needs a post for blog readers to write.
We are therefore stuck here, players fretting.

HAMLET:

O horrible, O horrible, most horrible.

RICHARD:

Shall I say more? List, list, O list!
In course they put my corse in church bereft
of sacrament, of apostolic line,
of teachings clear which no one can suspect.
In angle of a temple Anglican
my bones now lie, far from the Presence Real
as dear to me in life as nothing else.
Entombed am I, unhousel’d evermore.

HAMLET:

Ay, there’s the rub!  For in that church
there is no Mass, no priest, no bishop true.

[aside]

Now for effect dramatic shall I droop.
Though steep’d in bliss, I’ll put on visage sad.
A pair lugubriously blissful now are we.

RICHARD:

But shall I now reveal my heart’s true wound?
Near so-called cathedra of Leicester were
my bones with some formality interr’d.
But elsewhere Catholic Mass was lifted up
before my exsequies in that lost church.

HAMLET [glancing at his watch and rising]:

Soooo, there you have it, Dick, my buried friend!
All’s well that ends well!

RICHARD:

But wait, there’s more!

HAMLET [aside]:

Who knew…

RICHARD:

Long in the past we shuffled off the coil.
Some centuries of years did pass before
a pope of name Iohanine, large of build,
did bishops call into a solemn meet,
second in the place where Peter’s bones
do faithful Christians come to venerate
upon the hill called Vatican at Rome.
There the Council Father’s would mandate
some several changes to the rites of Mass.
But woe again, and woe! For those few points
were seized upon by certain buggy clerks
who then hijackéd all commands reforming.
Though “nihil innovatur” bishops said,
the buggy clerks changed all the black and red.
An innovated ordo did they scribe
and foisted it on Catholics far and wide.
Confusion and decorum’s loss did reign
and no one did the liturgists restrain
from ravages, in power goggle-eyed.
Art did they in, and the noble shrines
builded in love from forebear’s gold and sweat.
They tore them ‘till they bled.  Everything
upon which they could work their heinous spells
they did amend, annihilating despots.
But, heark ye, friend.  I do digress.  I see
that you do stare and wonder at my rant.
Behind thine eyes can I descry the same
indignation and loss of which I speak.
But soft.  I shall be circumspect.
To make the story short, which could be long
in telling as the tale of Trojan grief,
as wending as the paths of him who yearn’d
to see belovéd Ithaca again,
the wily polytrop and trickster sly,
as lengthy as the yarn which Virgil…

[HAMLET consults his watch and looks toward the nearby pub]

To make the story short, an Ordo new,
wholly Novus did they cobble up.
This is the rite by which they prayed when near
the river Soar they offered holy Mass
my once lost bones to reinter with care,
remembrances and prayers.  This is the rite.
They did not use the book for Mass which you,
which I, knew, when we with our mortal step
trod under sun and stars and breathed in air.
They could have used our own belovéd prayer.
For behold, there came another Pope, of frame
more delicate by far, in name twice blessed,
in lore of God and ritual reknown’d.
This pope freed up again the ancient use.
This pope did liberate our hallowed rites.
Rites Roman he unchained, and op’ed the way
for enrichments organic, mutual.
Reason enough, I say, for Summorum.
But no.  The sense that’s common to us all
did stare directly in their faces wan.
I, who lived in century fifteenth,
got Ordo Novus, not tradition’s Mass!
So sit now I upon this ground to tell
the too sad tales of requia of kings.

[ENTER LEAR]

LEAR:

What ho!  Hail, fellows, and well met.
This Day is called the Feast of Shakespeare,
or something on that line.  We should find a pub.
What’s this I see?  Of somber mien?  Depressed?
What’s up?  What problem could there be in heav’n?
O Richard, of thy name the third, this white head,
which heavy wore a crown, shall hear thee out.

HAMLET [aside]

He had to say it….

RICHARD:

Thanks, Lear. But come, let us go.  Our Danish pal
impatient grows the brews at yon fair pub
completely to explore.  Let us go hence,
and there this “Talk Like Shakespeare Day”
observe with beverage apt. It’s happy hour.
And as we go I’ll tell you, celtic lord, what gives.
You see, and stop me if I’ve told you this before,
they’ve found my bones and dug me up!

HAMLET: [aside]

I should have stuck to Marlow.

RICHARD:

Alchemy scientific they employ’ed
and rituals forensic they performed
upon my matter osseous, my framework
skeletal, my lineage to spy….

LEAR:

Tech spiffy! Tell, pray, everything.

HAMLET:

Richard?  Hey!  Initial rounds on thee.

[EXEUNT OMNES]

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23 April – HOLY MASS (TLM) – St George – LIVE VIDEO: 1200h CDT (GMT/UTC -5) – With prayers “In time of plague”

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Will you please subscribe to my channel? HERE

I will LIVE stream a Traditional Latin Mass at NOON Central Daylight Time (= GMT/UTC -5 and ROME 1900h).

The Mass formulary for 23 April: St George, Martyr (“Protexisti me”) DivinumOfficium.org gave me the wrong readings for today. Check out in your Bibles: 2 Tim 2: 8-10; 3: 10-12 and John 15:1-7

I will add prayers “Tempore mortalitatis… in time of plague”.

THANK YOU to my flower donors!

  • NB: You can find an English translation of the Mass formulary HERE.  Scroll down. Use the 1960 setting.
  • We can say the Regina Caeli together, since the Angelus bells are usually ringing when the live stream starts.
  • I will say a Spiritual Communion prayer at the very beginning for those of you who cannot make a Eucharistic Communion. 
  • I will also recite in Latin the traditional  “Statement of Intention” (…a hint to priests).
  • After Mass and the Leonine Prayers, I will recite a prayer in Latin “In time of pandemic” followed by a blessing with a fragment of the Cross.

I’ll add a “fervorino” (short sermon).

 

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For bishops who shop in time of Coronavirus

More lighter fare…

Biretta tip to MB.  o{]:¬)

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ASK FATHER: What should I do if I hear a priest break the Seal of Confession?

From a reader in the combox under another post.  HERE

QUAERITUR:

What is the proper procedure for a person to whom the Seal is broken? For example, folks who happen to hear those two Libville homilies?

The “Libville homilies” were two fictional examples of a priest directly violating the Seal and a priest indirectly violating the Seal.  HERE (same link as above)

The first thing is to take a deep breath or two and really think about what you heard.  Did you really hear a violation of the Seal or did you imagine it?  Are you certain that you understood what the priest said?

Secondly, think very carefully about how you can prove that the priest violated the Seal.

Third, double check to ascertain whether or not you know up from down.  As I have had the need to repeat these last few days, there are a lot of people out there who don’t know what they don’t know.  They think they know something, but in fact, they don’t know much.  The old adage is that, “The most dangerous swordsman in France is not the best swordsman in France, but the worst swordsman in France.”

If you were alone with the priest when he violated the Seal, it is your word against his.  Also, he cannot – should not – must not – say much in his own defense… ironically because of the Seal.   In fact, just about all he can says is, “I didn’t do that.  She is mistaken.  I can’t say more than that.”

If you were with other people, and the priest said what he said in front of others, then you have to check with them to see if they had the same impression as you, without, of course, trying to stir problems for that priest as your main motive, but rather out of concern for the Seal of confession.

If they, too, have the same sense that the Seal was violated, then find out if they are willing to do something about it, such as contact that priest’s bishop or superior.  They would have to be willing to put in writing what they know and even to be deposed for a canonical process.

If there are recordings of the priest doing this, they have to be provided.

Returning to the situation where you were alone with the priest when he did this, you should seek out that priest and tell him what you heard and what your impression was.  Again, he should not, must not, get into it with you.  Don’t ask him to, or expect him to.  Stop him if he tries to.  But you should strongly advise him that he should have recourse immediately to the Sacra Penitentieria Apostolica (SPA) in Rome through the intermediary of a confessor.  There is a procedure to follow in this, so as to protect the secrecy of the original penitent and content.  That’s for another post.  And I have written about it before here.

The priest, if he was in his right mind and he directly violated the Seal, more than likely incurred a latae sententiae excommunication.  Hence, he would be suspended a divinis.   If he gets himself to a confessor and starts the process with the SPA, there is a provision that he can function in the meantime.

The SPA, by the way, tries also to have a 24 hour turn time on correspondence.  They move fast.  So, the faster the priest has recourse, and submits his case to them through a confessor, the faster everything can be resolved.   The SPA would return a judgment on whether the priest truly did violate the Seal, what censure he incurred, and what to do next.

Once you have talked to the priest, it is out of your hands.

If you were with others, and others are involved to bringing it to the local bishop, then you will be told exactly what to do when the time comes.

In any of these cases, very careful and deep thought must be given to whether or not to push the issue.  You have to measure the extent of the harm done, the diffusion of the knowledge both of the content of the confession and who the penitent was, as well as the knowledge of the fact that it happened at all.  If those are very limited, then you might hold back and simply tell the priest to have recourse to the SPA.  Always ask yourself honestly: Cui bono?

The violation of the Seal is a really big problem.   However, even in the face of such a terrible delict, it is important to stay cool and not go “Inspector Javert” on the guy.

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