UPDATE: 22 June
I was alerted to nastygram at Path…eos by a, presumably young, lady whose name was unfamiliar to me – Rebecca Bratten Weiss. Rebecca took exception to what I posted, below, although I’m not convinced that she read it. Or perhaps read it without reading into it what isn’t there. Good luck to her. I hope she gets over her anti-clericalism. o{];¬)
Originally Published on: Jun 19, 2017
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The often inflammatory Maureen Mullarkey has written several posts about her discomfort with the Divine Mercy devotion and chaplet.
She makes the point that I would make: I LONG for Divine Mercy. I would add that I long for it probably not knowing how much I truly need it and, were I to truly understand my need, I might quite simply die. So, praying for it can’t be bad. As a matter of fact, it is a sine qua non of my life.
That said: I can’t warm up to this devotion. I’m a convert and I took to the Rosary as if I had said it all my life. But this one… nope. And I have asked myself why for years.
“But Father! But Father!”, some of you readers are asking along with the spittle-flecked nutty libs, “If you are Catholic you HAVE TO love this! It’s just… the BEST! I mean mercy is so… soooo…. Don’t you understand how wonderful it is? It’s on EWTN!!! Do you really HATE VATICAN II?!? (‘YES! He DOES!’, shout the libs.)”
Sorry, I just can’t warm up to it. And I prefer the Sunday after Easter to be Dominica in albis, just as it has always been. Quasimodo Sunday. Does that exclude “Divine Mercy” as a focus? No, of course it doesn’t. Don’t have a spittle-flecked nutty.
What is it that puts me off this devotion? Perhaps it is that saccharin soul-annihilating chant with which the chaplet sung. Please JUST KILL ME! Perhaps it is the dreadful art that goes with it. Alas, I can’t un-see it… with it’s pastels. Perhaps it is the invasion of that dreadful art into sanctuaries, HUGE cheesy prints among the potted plants propped up near altars as if it were some equal fixture that I don’t care for.
And I even like some of that old fashioned, even sugary devotional art because – yes, it’s kinda corny – but it stems from true love. I don’t mind the sweet stuff about Our Lady of Fatima or our Guardian Angels (though I picture them as something quite different).
To obtain mercy is there something lacking in the recitation of the Rosary? Is there something missing in the devotion to the Sacred Heart? They work for me, thank you very much. They’ve worked for a loooong time.
Maureen has some choice quotes from her musings which, in part, give voice to some aspects of my lack of enthusiasm for the Divine Mercy chaplet (especially). HERE and HERE and HERE
Namely…
- As anecdotal evidence goes, there seem to be more Catholics uneasy with the Faustina engine—fueled as it is on syrup—than I had expected.
- My essay said nothing about feminized priests. It mentioned only the painting of a feminized Jesus, cloaked in a gauzy haze and drained of virility.
- Faustina’s visions conjure a feminized Jesus—a kitchen table Jesus drained of masculinity; one who feels, who talks about his feelings as a woman would. Worse, He Who spoke the universe into existence speaks to Faustina in the phrasings of a dime novel.
- Ignatius of Loyola advised his followers to steer clear of women: “All familiarity with women was to be avoided, and not less with those who are spiritual, or wish to appear so.” The militant Ignatius, a “new soldier for Christ,” grasped something that we moderns in the West dislike admitting: A feminized Church is a weak institution. It puts soft devotions ahead of the Cross.
- The words of Domenico Bartolucci (d. 2013), the last great Chapel Master of the Sistine Chapel Choir, resound more compellingly with each passing year:
Gregorian chant was born in violent times, and it should be manly and strong, and not like the sweet and comforting adaptations of our own day.
What Cardinal Bartolucci said of chant and polyphony applies as well to our devotions. The Jesus of our devotional life should also be manly and strong. The grand nature of the Christian claim diminishes in any devotion—however popular—that depicts a plaintive Jesus who drops by with a fail-proof recipe for redemption. And who dramatizes his feelings the way a woman might.
Mind you, I have not made a detailed study of the writings of St. Faustina, but what I have read did not keep me reading eagerly. I’m sure that there are some bits that are great and others that are not so great.
Perhaps the chaplet is more of a female thing than a male thing, I don’t know. Maureen seems to think so, and, from what I gather from her tone, she doesn’t think that that’s good for the Church as a whole. If I read her right, she thinks its popularity is a symptom of a feminized Church.
Is she right?
All I know is that I don’t care to use that particular devotion. If other people want to, hey, great. I know that men seem to like reciting the Rosary with other men.
And the “Combat Rosary” is sure a hit.
I wonder if my coolness is influenced by my old pastor and mentor the late and famed Msgr. Schuler. Maybe he steered me away from this devotion. He was right about the NeoCats and the Legion and several other things that have, over time, proven to be a bust. Schuler didn’t have time for the Divine Mercy Chaplet. The Rosary was good enough for him, as he would say. I must say, if it was good enough for him, then it’s good enough for me.
“… then it’s good enough for me”, which reminds me of something.
We of the Church Militant could use a good march cadence, or better yet, a run to cadence chant. Here’s an impromptu run to cadence chant for those of us sticking with the good old Rosary (the … stands for the gentle way that drill instructors have of suggesting, that, after they sing the verse, then, “If you don’t mind, would you please repeat it after me – if it isn’t too much trouble?”). Imagine a drill instructor with a really good chant doing this…
DOUBLE TIME – RAH!
HHHU! – CATH’LIC!
Left right lay o…
A lo right a lay o…
A lefty right a lay o…
O YAH!…
OORAH!..
ROS’RY!…
Good for you…
Good for me…
Gimme that ol’ time Holy Ros’ry…
Gimme that ol’ time Holy Ros’ry…
Gimme that ol’ time Holy Ros’ry…
‘Cause it’s good enough for me.
It was good for Saint Dominic…
It was good for Louis de Montfort…
It was good for PADRE PIO…
And it’s good enough for ME!
REFRAIN: Gimme that ol’ time Holy Ros’ry…
It was good at the Battle of Vienna…
It was good at Muret…
It was good at Lepanto…
And it’s good enough for ME!
OORAH!…
O YAH!…
HOLY!…
ROS’RY!……
R! [R!]- Roman prayers!…
O! [O!]- Out loud!…
S! [S!] – Say it proud!…
A! [A!] – Always clear!…
R! [R!] – Recite it now!…
Y! [Y!] – You should too!…
A left right left…
A lefty right a lay-eft…
OORAH!…
O YAH!….
The TEE.EL.EM.’s a rolling down the strip…
[Saint Ipsidipsy]’s gonna take a little trip…
Kneel down, face East, and bow your head…
Best thing you’ll ever do until your DEAD…
OORAH!…
O YAH!….
Cath’lic Cath’lic have you heard?…
We’re storming heaven ’til we get the word…
Up in the mornin’ in the drizzilin’ rain…
We’re saying the Rosary again and again….
TEE EL EM and Rosary to boot…
We’re squarin’ our pack and we’re loadin’ our shoot…
If I don’t do it like they do in Rome…
Then box me up and SEND ME HOME…
OORAH!…
O YAH!….
A lo right – a lo right a lay o…
Lo right – a lefty right a lo…
A Lo right – a lo right a lay o…
Combat Rosary is ALL I KNOW…
OORAH!…
O YAH!…
HOLY!…
RO-SA-RY!…
COMBAT!…
RO-SA-RY!…
Every where we go-o…
People want to know-o…
How we pray-ay…
So, we tell them…
We’re the one’s with Rosaries you’ve heard so much about!…
We’re motivated, dedicated whenever we go out!…
People say we’re crazy for the Rosaries we use!…
We use Combat Rosaries so WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?…
Etc.
At least that’s how I hear it in my head.

(It might be fun to do that run with the Swiss… I’m just sayin’ – ‘rah.)