| Well, so much for the idea
that all Jesuits are somewhere to the left of Che Guevara.
This also explains why some Jesuits reportedly attend the funerals of other
members of the Society even if they hated them: to make damn sure the SOB
really is dead:-). There's something very Mark Twainian about all this.
Fr. Fessio sounds like he's
doing a variation of the Curse of Vatican II routine without having the
guts to go the whole distance into sedevacantism. Well, that's not
fair--nobody can accuse the present Pope, or even Paul VI, of moral liberalism.
Then again, the stories I've always heard are that Paul VI was ready to
spring for presumed evils like artificial birth control but was talked
out of it, and so Humanae Vitae started a backlash that was the beginning
of what some Catholics--I assume Fr. Fessio is one of them--view as the
great downward journey of the Church toward moral turpitude, lavender seminaries,
altar girls, defections to the Lutherans and Episcopalians, and the movements
that won't go away...such as calls to ordain what C. S. Lewis (an Anglican
some people regard as an "honorary" Roman Catholic) insisted on calling
"priestesses." And yes, the devilish movement toward
unmarried people who "live in sin" having the temerity to approach the
altar to receive Communion; married couples avoiding the consequences of
sexual activity, i.e., basically fornicating, and then also having the
chutzpah to go up for Communion without going to
Confession first; and priests
marching down Christopher Street in the Greenwich Village Halloween Parade.
Fr. Fessio's talk about spousal
and child abuse as the partial result of this so-called morally lax climate
is his own version of a Potemkin Village, and even there it is so full
of holes you could drive a Hummer through it. It's not a Potemkin
Village, it's a moral Theresienstadt, and I don't have to take that
analogy any further, do I? I've heard stories of priests back
in the Godly Old Days telling bruised, abused wives to stand by their
men--drunken slobs who used those women as punching bags and seminal receptacles--because
that was the Cross that God had given them to bear as inheritors of the
Blessed Mother who also suffered. Yeah, but we have no record that
Joseph ever beat up his wife. So even this sick dead-end is a subterfuge
and basically a lie. And at the beginning and end of the day, here's
another priest...more literate than many, yes...who is hung up on
the Church's sexual obsessions. When are you people in the turned-around
collars going to stop the spiteful moral superiority act because some people
can do something you're not allowed to?
I wonder what Fr. Fessio
would have thought of Fr. Mychal Judge. The latter was an openly
recovering alcoholic who'd been sober for 23 years when he died last year
down at the Trade Center, and he was (gasp) gay. I don't know if
he was "active" or just leaned that way and observed his vows of celibacy:
that's between him and God. I DO know that among gay men I
knew in the City, Mike Judge was their one loving and nonjudgmental connection
to a Church that many grew up in and that--with the exception of Fr. Judge,
OFM--treated them they way you'd treat a box of ammonia-stinking cat litter.
I wonder if Revs. Fessio and Judge ever met. God, what a horrible
thought. Probably, Fr. Fessio could blame Mike Judge's alcoholism
on the loose morals of the Post-Vat2 Church as well. No such animal
as a "whiskey priest" ever existed before John XXIII hosted an open bar
at a reception, I suppose....
Message to Fr. Fessio, which
I hope to Christ above you read--aside from this note, I'm ignoring
you. Most people I know ignore you the same way we ignore The Fabes
out in Lincoln with his irrelevant excommunications that are unenforceable
and have the weight of a styrofoam hammer. Speak to the converted
all you want, Fr. Fessio. You're irrelevant. You don't have
any "instruments" to show me. Even Rome has put them away.
Basically I excommunicate you.
And I'm still going to call
myself Roman Catholic because it gives me an identity with a Church that
has nothing to do with you.
Ken
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