ASK FATHER: Parish records and confidentiality

From a reader…

QUAERITUR:

Is there any church law which prevents sacramental records from being made public? I have seen church records used for online family trees that show living family members illegitimacy.

Interesting question.

The law says that parishes must keep sacramental records, for obvious reasons. They must be kept up to date, with accurate information. The law says that they are to be carefully preserved (can. 535§1). I think that in that “carefully preserved” we should include “confidential”. Most dioceses now have policies, particular law even, about allowing outside parties to view sacramental registers, especially Mormons, etc., doing genealogical research. Mormons want to “baptize” your ancestors, etc. Hey! They get planets! But we don’t cooperate with those things.

Look, I know the Latin/Italian scene.   This applies to the older records in US parishes, too.

Parish records used to have indications of, say, whether a person received the Last Sacraments. They might include, back in the say, that a child who was baptized was actually left at the convent door and was therefore named “Esposito… es-POS-ee-tow”, that is, “exposed”. There might be an indication in short hand about “unknown mother… Mater Ignota” which came into Italian as “mignotta”, now a derogatory word for a woman assumed to be of loose morals. Other words could be added to records for abandoned (or, mercifully left in the care of others rather than killed, etc.). These words became last names of families passed down. For example, there are the Italian names of “Trovato… found”, “degli’Innocenti or Innocenti… innocents”, even “Amato… beloved” is a euphemism that became a common family name. So, “De Santis… from the saints” or “De Angelis… from the angels”, “Adeodato… given by God”. So too, if you find a really odd name, such as “Tulipano… tulip”, that might be a made up name.

While some might not like the idea, at the core, someone chose life, not death.

Anyone with such a name should pray for the soul of the, probably, woman who set the family name in motion in that city or village long ago.

Sacramental registers had all sorts of information in them that people might not want to be known.

I suppose today any number of parish records might show a lot of technical “pater ignotus” records.  But back in the day, and in some circles, that means a great deal.

Of course, these days, if records are kept digitally, they should be protected.  For my part, I would have a machine that was NOT connected to the internet in any way.  Furthermore, it would be important never to destroy physical registers that had been digitalized: they could be preserved, perhaps in the diocesan chancery archive, as in the case of parishes that are closed.

Sacramental records concern sacred matters.  They aren’t public, as when you apply for a marriage license (yes, marriage is a PUBLIC matter, which is why issues of scandal come in when those applying apply with the same address or members of the same sex do their scandalous thing) from the state or a building permit to add that new man cave or storage shed for the gear.

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“Synodality” as new model (i.e. permanent revolution) imposed on #Synod2018

I am in Rome while the 2018 Synod (“walking together”) is slouching towards its predicted, rigged conclusion.  I think we all knew that there would be shenanigans before the end.  They’ve come now not single spies, but in battalions.

Tweets from Ed Pentin, the best English language Vaticanista around:

Note that phrase “permanent revolution”, which is a byword of Marxism.

You might also read Ed Pentin’s piece HERE.

If I had wanted to be an Anglican, I would have converted to Anglicanism.

I don’t want to be an Anglican.

How to rig a Synod? There are so many ways. They all involve, however, raw imposition of will.

How to react to all this?

Get organized.  Network.

Get our your Catechisms and form “base communities”.

Get the TLM introduced.

Get yourself TO CONFESSION!

UPDATE:

Lest I violate the beauty of my day and mood, I will not multiply dire posts about the Synod (“walking together”) right now.   Now I will sequester a few things here, under one heading.

I saw a piece at Public Discourse which merits attention, speaking of becoming Protestant (as the Synod (“walking together”) organizers seem to desire:

A Protestant Look at the Dogmatic Timidity of the Current Roman Catholic Synod

One does not have to be a Roman Catholic to appreciate the underlying concerns of the synod on youth that is currently ongoing in Rome, nor that of the document that was prepared as a basis for the discussion. That the church—any church—is only ever one generation from extinction may be a cliché, but it is nonetheless true. And so I have spent some time looking at the document upon which the synod is based—Instrumentum Laboris (IL)—to see if there is anything that a Protestant might find useful in its analysis and its proposals.
Sadly, IL is a missed opportunity. It suffers from two basic flaws: it takes young people far too seriously, and it does not take young people seriously enough. That might seem like a somewhat paradoxical complaint, but it captures neatly the problem faced in a document which listens too much and says too little.

[…]

The fear of losing customers, votes, students, or members can become an overriding concern for organizations that depend in practice upon a loyalty that can be as easily withdrawn as given. But the problem for the Catholic Church is that it has certain standards that are part of who she is. They are not negotiable, [You wouldn’t know that these days.  This Protestant writer gets it.] however unattractive they might be to young people. So, the fact that some young people find the church’s teaching on contraception, abortion, and sexuality unattractive is interesting but, with the exception of explaining her position more clearly, there seems little the church can really do in response. Catholicism is defined by dogma, not by focus groups. Those who dislike her dogma but still want to belong to her face a hard but unavoidable choice. And failure to make this point—that Catholicism is dogmatic and therefore by definition exclusive—is emblematic of the timidity of the document as a whole.  [“timidity”… right.  And what young person wants to follow “Timidity”?]

[…]

Whatever side one chooses in the Reformation of the sixteenth century—be it Bellarmine or Calvin—one thing is for sure: the Tridentine Catholics and the Magisterial Protestants were debating matters of real, ultimate significance. I am a Protestant by conviction and have very serious disagreements with Rome, but I regard traditional Catholicism as asking the right questions and providing substantial answers about the nature of sin, redemption, grace, faith, the sacraments, and eternal destiny. Christianity is a religion with a holy God and a tragic vision of a magnificent but fallen humanity at its core, so tragic that only a bloody sacrifice—the sacrifice of God Incarnate—can atone. I may reject the Mass but I can at least see that it marks the centerpiece of a serious theology and ecclesiology and is attempting to address the complexity of the human condition. By contrast Instrumentum Laboris points to a church which seems to be losing sight of those central issues. The Catholic Church could well be exchanging her theological birthright for a Mass of sociological potage.

The Protestant writer gets what the Synod organizers do not.

Or do they get it and simply not care?  What’s their agenda?

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The collapse of Dutch Mass attendance

This came via a reader.

Agensir.it:

Netherlands: religious belonging and attendance still decreasing. Only 6% of those who say they are Catholic attend Sunday Mass

51% of Dutch people over 15 years of age do not belong to any Church or to any religion whatsoever. Just released by the National Statistics Bureau (Centraal Bureau voor de Statistiek) as part of a survey of “social cohesion and welfare”, this figure shows a further decrease in the religious belonging of the Dutch: in 2016, 49% of them stated they did not belong to any religion, in 2012 they were 46%. The believing minority is composed of 24% Catholics, 6% belonging to the reformed Church and as many to the Protestant Church, 6% to other confessions, 5% to Islam. 78% of Dutch people have never or hardly ever attended a religious service, 10% of them attend once a week (6% for Catholics), 3% go 2 to 3 times a month, and the same proportion attends one religious celebration/meeting a month; 7% go less than once a month. The figures change depending on the age range and sex: 71% of Dutch people over 75 years of age stated they are religious, 34% that they regularly attend a celebration in a place of worship. The less religious ones are young people aged 18 to 25: 32% of them are somehow connected to a religious group, and 13% of them regularly see their group. As to men, 46% of them belong to a religious group, while 52% of women do.

6% Mass attendance.

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Rome – Day 2: Rolling with the punches

Today I ran lots of little errands.

Included in the errands was a stop at Barbiconi to order up a new thurible and boat for the TMSM, especially for my use and for the bishop’s Masses.   I’ve been having terrible shoulder problems, so lifting the thurible up properly for incensation has been difficult.  The thurible we have is very nice to look at, was cheap, and weighs as much as a bowling ball with chains.  That doesn’t work for me.

So, this one is light and more traditional.

While I was waiting at Barbiconi for something I did a little dig through the special palls they make.  All of those on the right are Crosses or Marian initials.  In the center, papal arms.  However, in the back left are all the pall with Francis’s arms.  They aren’t selling.  I got the last B16.

Over to Gammarelli.   Today I ordered up a Solemn set in violet for Advent and Lent.  I really don’t like using pieces from the Pontifical set, since they wear unevenly.

Also, I am having an estimate readied for a Solemn set in THIS.

The red is the lining, obviously.  This set would match one that a newly ordained priest had made for his First Solemn Mass which I wrote about.   Here’s a glance:

Spiffy, no?   Here’s the idea.  He has a Solemn set.   I order a Solemn Set, but also with antependium and gremial.  That way, it can be used on its own, but with the supplement of his dalmatics, we can also trick out a Pontifical Mass at the Throne.

This will be expensive, I’m thinking.  I’ll get the estimate tomorrow.  However, I may come to all of you begging donations to the TMSM.

Meanwhile, light lunch out with a friend.  Mass at Ss. Trinità, where at the request of the pastor I heard in English a spectacular confession.   Dear readers, if nothing else good happened on this trip, that 15 minutes made it all worth it.  One your your fellow Catholics tonight is treading the ground far more lightly than just a few hours ago and a long time before that. God is good.  God is good.  His promises to the Church and to hearts are TRUE and He will not be forsworn.

Back to the apartment for some grub… and some flowers for the table.  It is still called Campo de’ Fiori for a reason.

In more ancient times, the once Via Florea came through here.  More on that later.

I get lots of my supplies at Ruggieri.

Tonight for dessert.

Some pre-prandial snacks.

A little veal roll and some squash stuffed with meaty and cheesy goodness.

There’s no true stove here and no oven and no microwave.  But… HEY!… when I was in the Steam Pipe Trunk Distribution Venue I didn’t have those things either (I had a microwave), and for several years.  Hence, I learned how to make complicated things with great efficiency and limited space, heat, and tools.  There is an induction hot plate.  That’s what I used in the SPTDV.

I did not starve.  And I left some for tomorrow.

Alas, beneath my window at a restaurant, the worst accordion player in the world is attempting “Brucia la terra”.  My heavens, this is awful.   Worst in world… and that’s saying something.  Time to close the window and then my jet lagged eyes.  Not even this guy can keep me awake.

UPDATE:

Now that it is after compline and a think back through the day, I can say that, many times today I caught myself walking around smiling.  I have turned out of most churchy news for about 48 hours and I am in the City, which I know so well.  My brain is waking up again from months of slumber and… I’ve just been going around smiling.

I’ll turn my attention to news again, soon, I suppose.   But not tonight.

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JUST TOO COOL: 2400 year old Greek ship discovered

US HERE – UK HERE

This is definitely for your Just Too Cool file.

It hit the spot this morning in particular, because Anthony Esolen’s new book begins with the figure of Odysseus, trapped by Calypso, longing to go home.

Read on.

From BBC:

Shipwreck found in Black Sea is ‘world’s oldest intact’

A Greek merchant ship dating back more than 2,400 years has been found lying on its side off the Bulgarian coast.

The 23m (75ft) wreck, found in the Black Sea by an Anglo-Bulgarian team, is being hailed as officially the world’s oldest known intact shipwreck.

The researchers were stunned to find the merchant vessel closely resembled in design a ship that decorated ancient Greek wine vases.

The rudder, rowing benches and even the contents of its hold remain intact.

“It’s like another world,” Helen Farr from the expedition told the BBC.

“It’s when the ROV [remote operated vehicle] drops down through the water column and you see this ship appear in the light at the bottom so perfectly preserved it feels like you step back in time.”  [How cool would that have been?]

The reason the trading vessel, dating back to around 400 BC, has remained in such good condition for so long is that the water is anoxic, or free of oxygen. Lying more than 2,000m below the surface, it is also beyond the reach of modern divers.

“It’s preserved, it’s safe,” she added. “It’s not deteriorating and it’s unlikely to attract hunters.”

The vessel was one of many tracking between the Mediterranean and Greek colonies on the Black Sea coast. It was discovered more than 80km off the Bulgarian city of Burgas.

The team used two underwater robotic explorers to map out a 3-D image of the ship and they took a sample to carbon-date its age.

The vessel is similar in style to that depicted by the so-called Siren Painter on the Siren Vase in the British Museum. Dating back to around 480 BC, the vase shows Odysseus strapped to the mast as his ship sails past three mythical sea nymphs whose tune was thought to drive sailors to their deaths.

As yet the ship’s cargo remains unknown and the team say they need more funding if they are to return to the site. “Normally we find amphorae (wine vases) and can guess where it’s come from, but with this it’s still in the hold,” said Dr Farr.

“As archaeologists we’re interested in what it can tell us about technology, trade and movements in the area.”

Over the course of three years the academic expedition found 67 wrecks including Roman trading ships and a 17th Century Cossack trading fleet.

 

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Rome – Day 1: Supplies and Bells

Boring flight… mostly.  For a half hour or so we weren’t sure about a woman who wasn’t doing well south of the tip of Greenland.   A couple doctors were on the plane and I stuck my head in to make sure.   Eventually she returned to her seat, drama ended,

Coming into Rome I always like catching sight of what I call the Temple of the Chinese Hat.

One of these churches was built in honor of Our Lady of Loreto (closer) and Holy Name of Mary.  And that’s Trajan’s column.    Dante was creative with Trajan!

A glimpse of the dome of one of the great Counter Reformation churches, Sant’Andrea della Valle, where recently liturgical turpitude was perpetrated.   May the Teatini convert or regret it!

While I was waiting for the lady to come with the keys for the apartment, a nice young man at the nearby restaurant saw me, chatted a bit and offered a coffee.   Genteel.   I have to give the place some of my custom.   The menu looked good!   New place.  Food is changing in Rome.  FAST.

When I come here, I come armed with ice trays.   You never know what ice horrors await.

Off for supplies.   The first thing I did, even before cleaning myself up, was to get some pizza bianca and mortadella.  Some things can’t wait.

Terrific – especially where I get it – and Rome is in every bite.

Next, veggies.  La Signora doesn’t look overly joyful in this but I can assure you that an instant before she was beaming.  I received an email from a reader who said that she went to this stand during her time in Rome and one of her little kids stuck his tongue out at her, but he apologized and they all got on well.  Kids.  Sheesh.

One of the things I pine for when not in Rome is the garlic you get here.  It’s none of your weak-kneed stuff that we get in the States.   No.  This tastes like garlic.   Hence, you have to remember not to compensate, if you get my drift.

Tomatoes peeled for sauce.   This type really needs to be seeded.

Later in the afternoon, to church for Mass.   A few things have changed in the sacristy since last June, so I’ll probably wind up with fixed times in the late afternoons.

Snack.

UPDATE

Supper.

Behold … beautiful… toothsome… fresh egg fettuccine.

I finished it in the sauce.

Tomorrow… errands and stuff.

Meanwhile, enjoy the evening bells of Sant’Andrea della Valle.

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Pope reacts to Viganò and #ViganòTestimony 3.0

Okay, that meant Msgr. Charles Pope of the Archdiocese of Washington DC. He writes about the third Viganò Testimony HERE.

A sample:

As I finished reading Archbishop Carlo Maria Viganò’s third letter, I had an immediate sense that I had just read something that is destined to be one of the great pastoral and literary moments of the Church’s history. There was an air of greatness about it that I cannot fully describe. I was stunned at its soteriological quality — at its stirring and yet stark reminder of our own judgment day. In effect he reminded us that this is more than a quibble over terminology or who wins on this or that point, or who is respectful enough of whom. This is about the salvation of souls, including our own. We almost never hear bishops or priests speak like this today!

[…]

To begin with, he has in mind the moral condition of souls. The Archbishop warns in several places of the danger posed to the souls of the faithful by the silence and confusing actions of many bishops and priests and the Pope. He laments that this, along with the homosexual subculture in the Church, “continues to wreak great harm in the Church — harm to so many innocent souls, to young priestly vocations, and to the faithful at large.”

A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away, this was the first concern of most every priest: the moral condition of souls, including his own. Today, many bishops and priests, as well as many parents and other leaders in the Church, seem far more concerned with the feelings, and emotional happiness of those under their care than with their actual moral condition. They worry more about political correctness and not upsetting those who engage in identity politics and base their whole identity on aberrant and sinful habits and disordered inclinations.

[…]

Contrast this with Wormtongue Tornielli at La Stampa:

[…]

Archbishop Carlo Maria Viganò in fact insists on the reasons that led him to his sensationalistic gesture by presenting religious self-justifications.

[…]

The former nuncio to the United States who tried to force the Successor of Peter to leave office writes: “I testified fully aware that my testimony would bring alarm and dismay to many eminent persons: churchmen, fellow bishops, colleagues with whom I had worked and prayed. I knew many would feel wounded and betrayed. I expected that some would in their turn assail me and my motives. Most painful of all, I knew that many of the innocent faithful would be confused and disconcerted by the spectacle of a bishop’s charging colleagues and superiors with malfeasance, sexual sin, and grave neglect of duty”.

That’s exactly what happened. Operation Viganò, i.e. the attempt to shift all responsibility onto the current Pontiff for the mismanagement of the case of Cardinal Theodore McCarrick,….

[…]

The rest is a loooong and rather boring attack on Viganò with an especially flacid peroration.

Sides are drawn.

Sometimes, friends, we just have to have the food fight, don’t we. The factions are at a point now where nothing other than providentially guided upheaval will sort it out.

To that end, yesterday a friend showed me a passage in the book of messages from the Lord by “A Benedictine Monk” before the Blessed Sacrament. In In Sinu Iesu dating from March 2010 the monk says that the Lord told him that, soon, we would enter into a final stage of purifying and liberating the priesthood.

Are we there?  Is this the time?

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Angels and liturgy

It is a commonplace that even a so-called “private” Mass is never truly private. The steps, cruets, candles, paten, chalice, the fringe of the stole the edges of the pages and the priest’s fingertips are wreathed about with myriads of Holy Angels.

Because The Present Crisis is also driven the the demonic, the Enemy, we should be familiar with who Holy Angels are and what they do for us. They are with and around and before and above and behind us always, nowhere more so than during our sacred liturgical worship, a foretaste (or should be) of the liturgy before God’s throne and altar on high.

At my old stomping grounds, The Wanderer, there is a good piece readable online about angels and sacred liturgical worship.  You should have a look.

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My View For Awhile: Roman Week

Off I go to Rome for a short trip, especially for the sake of the annual Summorum Pontificum pilgrimage.

At the airport, I am already getting Latin inscriptions, or at least photos of the Latin inscriptions.

And a few steps later, more Latin.

I will not be getting either of those books today.

Anyway, I am getting ready to board and, in some exchange of email with my editor at the Catholic Herald, I realize to my horror and panic that I wrote a column for the wrong Sunday of the year.   “GAH!”, quoth I.   Furiously did I hack and slash something together and send it off and my heart rate is now settling back to normal.

More later.

UPDATE

Having slept for most of the preflight and flight, I took up my book and read – though perhaps not like Augustine under a tree.

New airport new flight.

UPDATE:

Ah the joys of travel.  I am in a Delta club at JFK, which, today, is sort of a larger version of the bar in Star Wars.

I’ve had a great time finding a place to light.  The first place I tried was fine, until a guy with a lisp and sensitively styled hair perched nearby.  Using his outdoor voice and unnecessary hand gestures conveyed to his woman friend how important it was to get her tubes tied.   I opted out of the joy of the rest of that one-sided lisping logorrheic audio assault for a table in the “big room”.   The clientele come and go in waves, not talking of Michaelangelo, but certainly overusing the word “like”.   It’s as if reality is contingent across the board.  No, rather, it’s limited vocabulary.  No, instead, it’s … it has to do with the content of the book I’m reading.

The book, hasn’t been released yet, and I haven’ had a chance to write about it in another post, but here it is.  Do not hesitate.  Just order it.  It is available for PRE-ORDER at a 24% discount at the time of this writing.  There is a KINDLE version, too.  Frankly, I’d like to do the audio book recording!

Nostalgia: Going Home in a Homeless World by Anthony Esolen

US HERE – UK HERE

Tracking back to the unsavory lisping tube-tier, above, as Esolen writes in a characteristically pithy phrase:

“Men are seldom as bad as the worst of their ideas.”

Meanwhile, men out there, women out there who love your men: please, for the love of all that is good, true and beautiful, curtail male lisping.

More later, if I survive the club.

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Your Sunday Sermon Notes

Was there a good point made in the sermon you heard during your Mass to fulfill your Sunday Obligation?

Let us know.

You were paying attention, weren’t you?

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