The seeds of communism have a pattern of finding their most fertile soil in clear central authority and earthly glory. As worms on an already dead corpse, so is Marxism on the rigidly (read mindlessly) hierarchical society. So it’s hardly surprising when Masonic-Marxist mores take root in say Russia or the Vatican, which let’s just face it are both halls of power, both claimants to the glories of Old Rome (remember Romanov means of the Roman!), and both arenas where dogma and canon have ossified in lieu of Christ’s seeking and Saint Paul’s testing all things.
By no means even one instant before the Anima Christi will have left the Corpus Christi may the beloved know decay. In the act of leasing out his soul, the churchman deprives Mother Church of her nominal purpose in his regard, which common sense tells us means he’ll have, as they say, no skin in the game. Try and guess with me how many of those who “serve” the Body of Christ are, even as we speak, on a spiritual trajectory on which the Church can never serve these alleged servants of the true Chosen People of God in the spiritual and eternal way in which it was meant to. Men without any meaningful sense of morals, faith, hope or even fear of the Lord for heaven’s sake who have no dog in the fight of the Church Militant: such men cannot long moisten the mask of seriousness before it starts cracking up, and you’ll just wind up with dust all over the sacred vessels, and that stuff’s hard to buff out (speaking from experience as an “altar attendant” as I believe they’re now called). Are priests seriously promising you heaven while their minds are squarely on this world and its pomps?
Anyone not entrenched within the clerical caste think tank, which by now is led by the nose by a gay mafia operating out of St-Gallen in Switzerland, knew that under these conditions something had to give up the ghost sooner or later. It was to be either reform or flamboyant faithlessness. The lay faithful have now no steady path before them save in visions, dreams and that socially unacceptable fuzziness of a personal encounter with the authentically aetherial.
If there were a way to save the neighborhood parish, for my money it’s this:
- The Doctors of the Church must receive pride of place in all homiletics.
- The Gospel can no longer be redacted either for time or for content.
The laity you want are leaving because they aren’t really getting Jesus, which means they aren’t getting God! Your pomps have proved their own undoing.
So start with these two points, and call me in the morning.