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No matter how tiny the soul feels to be before the absolute immensity of God’s majestic grandeur, if it be pure, with the simplicity of even the itsie bitsiest of flowers in His Kingdom, well then, that soul can take in to itself the absolute immensity of God’s majestic grandeur. And that speaks to the goodness and kindness of the Most High, does it not? It does!
Meanwhile, no good deed goes unpunished. Have you ever noticed that?
Note to punishers of good deeds: It is not any tiny soul that is smacked down as much as it is the Lord God, the Almighty, the First and the Last, the Alpha and the Omega, the Creator and Ruler of all things, visible and invisible, who is mocked.
Such punishers of good deeds, instead of rejoicing in the expansive magnificence of the Most Holy Trinity, implode in on themselves, tiny as they were to begin with. The frightening violence of the vortex of frustration of something so very tiny would nevertheless seem powerful enough to take down the entire universe.
And it is.
And it has.
Jesus, Divine Son of the Immaculate Conception, allowed this.
He laid down His own life for us, taking on what we deserve, having the right in all justice to have mercy on us.
“Father, into your hands I commend my Spirit.”
I confess: I killed Him by my sins.
I seek forgiveness. Always. I need it.
When you next go, soon, to Confession, listen to the words (with most readers hearing the words of the Ordinary Form):
Deus, Pater misericordiarum,
qui per mortem et resurrectionem Filii Sui
mundum Sibi reconciliavit
et Spiritum Sanctum effudit in remissionem peccatorum,
per ministerium Ecclesiae
indulgentiam tibi tribuat et pacem.
Et ego te absolvo a peccatis tuis
in nomine Patris,
et Filii, ✠
et Spiritus Sancti.God, the Father of mercies,
through the death and resurrection of His Son
has reconciled the world to Himself
and sent the Holy Spirit among us for the forgiveness of sins;
through the ministry of the Church
may God give you pardon and peace,
and I absolve you from your sins
in the name of the Father,
and of the Son, ✠
and of the Holy Spirit.

And in this way we once again become the absolute tiniest of souls, able once again to rejoice in the absolute fiery immensity of God’s goodness and kindness.
And is that not a tiny flower that can be given to the Immaculate Conception by way of her Son? I think it is.

Here’s a list of the entries I included so far in the Ferocious Holy Souls Hermitage Confession Series on the sidebar of http://holysoulshermitage.com. If you click on the “Confession” Category of posts, you’ll find many more articles that touch on Confession, such as the one you’re reading now.
I would add one more to that, which concerns the invalidity of the Confessions offered by the SSPX:
Église Saint-Nicolas du Chardonnet — A Confessional Experience… not… at least not yet!
That article is pretty much exhaustive in proofs that the SSPX do not have faculties to absolve sin. If you want the Extraordinary Form for Confession, go to an FSSP priest, or to any priest who has faculties and knows the rite. Here’s the absolution in the Extraordinary Form which I’ve used as a Confessor and participated in as a penitent:
Misereatur tui omnipotens Deus, et dimissis peccatis tuis, perducat te ad vitam æternam. Amen. Indulgentiam, absolutionem, ✠ et remissionem peccatorum tuorum tribuat tibi omnipotens et misericors Dominus. Amen. Dominus noster Jesus Christus te absolvat: et ego auctoritate ipsìus te absolvo ab omni vinculo excommunicationis, (suspensionis), et interdicti, in quantum possum, et tu indiges. Deinde ego te absolvo a peccatis tuis, in nomine Patris, et Filii, + et Spiritus Sancti. Amen.
May the almighty and merciful Lord grant you pardon, absolution, ✠ and remission of your sins. R.: Amen. May our Lord Jesus Christ absolve you. And I by His authority release you from every bond of excommunication (suspension) and interdict, in so far as I am empowered and you have need. And now I absolve you from your sins; in the name of the Father, and of the Son, ✠ and of the Holy Spirit. R.: Amen.
Be the tiniest little soul, pure and agile of spirit, and, however small, able to take in the immensity of the goodness and kindness of Jesus. Look at the example of the great Saint Paul, who calls himself the very least (in Greek, the superlative of that which is already just a micron, that is, super-incredibly tiny:
To me, the very least of all the holy ones, this grace was given, to preach to the Gentiles the inscrutable riches of Christ, and to bring to light (for all) what is the plan of the mystery hidden from ages past in God who created all things, so that the manifold wisdom of God might now be made known through the church to the principalities and authorities in the heavens. This was according to the eternal purpose that he accomplished in Christ Jesus our Lord, in whom we have boldness of speech and confidence of access through faith in him. So I ask you not to lose heart over my afflictions for you; this is your glory. For this reason I kneel before the Father, from whom every family in heaven and on earth is named, that he may grant you in accord with the riches of his glory to be strengthened with power through his Spirit in the inner self, and that Christ may dwell in your hearts through faith; that you, rooted and grounded in love, may have strength to comprehend with all the holy ones what is the breadth and length and height and depth, and to know the love of Christ that surpasses knowledge, so that you may be filled with all the fullness of God. Now to him who is able to accomplish far more than all we ask or imagine, by the power at work within us, to him be glory in the church and in Christ Jesus to all generations, forever and ever. Amen.(Ephesians 3,18,21 – nab).
A good flower for the Immaculate Conception, to be sure.
P.S. I mentioned in Pope Francis and The Judas Crisis: My Guest Essay on These Stone Walls that it would be great if you would drop a comment over on my guest post this week over at These Stone Walls. If you haven’t done it yet, or if you haven’t seen the recent comments (up to 22 as of this writing), click on over to Pope Francis and The Judas Crisis.
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Off to evangelize the existential peripheries mentioned by Cardinal Bergoglio in his pre-Conclave intervention before the other Cardinals.
Fathers, you might start by hearing confessions in your regular confessionals, and then branch off to missionary peripheries.
Preach up confession and how much you love confession yourself, and you’ll soon have long lines and a fervent, evangelizing parish with plenty of vocations.
There is no evangelizing without confession. Confession is the heart of the new evangelization. Confession brings people face to face with the goodness and kindness of Jesus. It is less than useless to get people to Mass and Communion if they are not first going to Confession.
At least the priest on the bike has a screened confessional. Great! I think I would rather line up for a regular confessional. But, hey, you take what you can get! Of course, this is surely a spoof for a Pythonesque film, but, hey!, good idea!
In many countries, the priest simply hears confessions on the streets, perhaps with a stole, as he goes from village to village, often incognito, what with active persecutions going on.
If you have the chance for a calmer Confession. Do it while you can. When conditions change, it is always immediate, over night.
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If a priest is cynical about what the Church wants with the formula for the absolution of a sacramental confession, and changes the words to his own niceness, not really caring because of thinking that sin is no big deal anyway and he’s tired of the whole religion thing… well, well… that priest, it seems to me, is risking rotting in the lowest places of hell for all eternity.
The most vulnerable and needful time, the most majestic for the soul, is the moment of kneeling down and making a confession to the King of kings and the Lord of lords and the Prince of the most profound peace. Imagine that the mercy that is so desired to be received and so desired to be given by our Lord is instead interfered with by some knucklehead priest, who instead insists on how nice he is in offering his own niceness instead of the eternally enlivening sanctifying grace issuing from the that Heart that was pierced open for us. What that priest offers is a vacuous smiley face —
— of his own niceness, instead of the Divine Charity of the Divine Mercy, which cost this:
Does such a priest cast aside mercy for himself. I think he does. Those who do not show mercy will not be shown mercy. Our Lord does not favor mercilessness. Hell is there for a reason.
But what can be done to help this priest avoid hell for all eternity?
Whew! Now, that might sound like a useless rant, but, as I say, I’ve brought around some priests just in this way. Truth is very practical. Demanding integrity is O.K.
Having said all that, I must say that I myself had the most wonderful confession experience today with the new Parish Priest of Sacred Heart Catholic Church in Brevard, North Carolina. He listens to all the sins instead of cutting you off; he provides excellent advice with a touch of spiritual direction; he gives a do-able penance (which is most appreciated), and recites the entire absolution formula according to what is desired by Holy Mother Church for this great sacrament of mercy. I was beaming after this confession. Our Lord is just that good and just that kind.
He said he just might have to add more hours, more days, for Confession. Great! This is how to encourage vocations!
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Open the doors of the Church
and then the people will come in
If you keep the light on
in the confessional
and are available
then you will see
what kind of line there is
for confession
Filed under Catholic, Confession
Let’s review the absolute logic of Donny Rumsfeld as United States Secretary of Defense during a press conference at NATO Headquarters in Brussels back on June 6, 2002, a statement widely condemned by the non-thinking main stream media (with bracketed numbers added to aid the sizzling of the old gray matter):
Now what is the message there? The message is that there are no “knowns.” [1] There are things we know that we know. [2] There are known unknowns. That is to say there are things that we now know we don’t know. [3] But there are also unknown unknowns. There are things we do not know we don’t know. So when we do the best we can and we pull all this information together, and we then say well that’s basically what we see as the situation, that is really only [1] the known knowns and [2] the known unknowns. [3] And each year, we discover a few more of those unknown unknowns.
Distinctions are important! Let’s see how this applies to the “conversation”, you know, in Hillary Clinton’s terms, the “talking points” about Pope Francis. But to do so, with some integrity, let’s make a distinction between Cardinal Bergoglio and Pope Francis.
It’s the same person we’re talking about, but the latter’s grace of office is different than the former. To deny that there are diverse graces for such monumentally different offices in the Church for the very persons involved is to be anti-Catholic. In fact, anything that could be held against a Cardinal elector, also in view of his being elected to the See of Rome, is ipso facto no longer relevant by the very law of the Church, and this, since time immemorial (centuries upon centuries heaped on more centuries yet). Recently, I did a study on an anti-Catholic, sede vacantist statement HERE, which is helpful to understanding this aspect of Catholic life that so very many condemn as diabolical madness, though they do so only to promote their anti-Catholicism as “traditionalist” all the more, and this even with cowardly pseudonyms.
O.K., so, that gets rid of about 99% of commentary among supposedly Catholic bloggers and commenters. That commentary, the bashing of the Pope, and those who enable and encourage the bashing of the Pope, is a known known, and it is all dismissible into the category of irrelevant unknown unknowns. That’s what it means to have a new grace of office, which, by the way, no one has except for the Holy Father, so that no one else can judge this with such flagrant negativity and avoid the wrath of the Holy Spirit, who doesn’t appreciate such mockery: “You can go where you will, Holy Spirit, as long as you do what I want you to do!” Just. No.
Moreover, hypotheses about the future actions of Pope Francis based on a few days of his new Pontificate are simply absurd, and all of that commentary is also to be relegated to the category of unknown unknowns, not to that of known unknowns, for one simply doesn’t know. It is all supremely unhelpful hypothesis to say how the Cardinal’s life will affect his life as the Supreme Pontiff, especially when this is all in the negative. I think people don’t want a Holy Father.
When the Holy Father does something, that will be a known known, kind of, for there is such negative spin on all things papal these days, even from trusted commenters. They don’t seem to want a Father of the Family of Faith.
So, we are now left with Pope Francis himself, today. Not much to go on there, since he is so very recently elected. One gets the impression that Pope Francis, as Pope Francis, is being condemned as someone who divides the very Person of Christ in making ignorant, imbecilic decisions of minimalist ideology regarding the liturgy and his own clothing. Thus, it is said, he is also insulting the poor, who want to honor Jesus and the Pope with riches. Those intimating that Pope Francis is a schizoid Judas Pope for such reasons do not consider for a second that perhaps Pope Francis is teaching us, leading us in a way that is outside of the categories of the commenters themselves. As I’ve asked elsewhere in my own comments in recent posts on this blog, is the noble simplicity of Sacrosantum Concilium to be discarded as a hermeneutic of rupture even by those who uphold a hermeneutic of continuity when it otherwise suits them? It really just seems that they do not want, at any cost, a Father of the Family of Faith.
Some will argue that they are happy to have a Holy Father such as Benedict XVI or Pius XII or Pius X or Pius V or Pius 2.5, as it were. Blah blah blah. They also, in saying this, are unwilling to have a Pope, for they are not accepting such Popes as Fathers of the Family of Faith, but only promote them inasmuch as they felt themselves to be affirmed, because, you know, it’s all about feelings, right? But really, why is it that they really don’t seem to want a Father of the Family of Faith?
Some go so far as to intimate that Pope Francis is acting like a pedophile by going to the prison for youth this coming Holy Thursday. They claim that they, as commenters, can legitimately vomit out any opinion they want, regardless of the fact that it is slanderous and anti-Catholic and demeaning not only of the Holy Father and the youth of that prison, but also to all true victims of abuse. Such commenters are fully abusing true victims in saying such things, using the sufferings of true victims for their own anti-Catholic ends. Why is it, again, that they really, really don’t seem to want a Father of the Family of Faith? Were they abused by their fathers, or by Fathers? And, if so, is that an excuse to bash the Holy Father? Is that an excuse for others to defend such commenters for being “brave” and “courageous” in taking up the fight against the Holy Father, you know, in their being “prophetic”?
I think there are lots of Catholic bloggers and commenters who are not so very Catholic at all. I’m thinking especially of those who use pseudonyms in order to attack the Holy Father. I think that is supremely cowardly. It does not help the Church, at all. So why do they do it? What is it about the Holy Father that they really hate so much? I think it’s the fact that he is a Holy Father. And don’t think that these people didn’t bash previous Popes as well when it suited them. It’s all about them, all about them not wanting to have a Holy Father.
I’ve been told I don’t know how many times that I’m to shut up:
“Shut your mouth! We can say what we want against the Pope! If we’re wrong, so be it! But we can say he’s a pedophile and possessed all we want! We can say that he blasphemes God and the Mass and the poor. We have the right to say that he’s a Marxist who fights for gay rights and contraception! We have a right to express our concerns! You won’t shut us down! So shut up!”

One of my favorite places in the world, the Confessional. This is where we meet with the goodness and kindness of Jesus ever so personally, which is precisely what brings the great joy those experience who just go to confession. Just. Go. !!!
It’s as if gossip and slander are the most devout activities in which one could possibly participate, because “We’re concerned!”
All of this comes from those with a Marxist, homosexualist, contraceptive mentality bent on destroying the Pontificate of Pope Francis from the get-go. And pretty much every “devout” Catholic jumps on the band wagon and is O.K. with that. This isn’t about expressing “concerns”. This is about hatred of the Holy Father as a Father. This is about hatred of fatherhood. This is about caving into the ultra-feminist mentality.
So, let’s try something different, because all that negativity just drives people right out of the Church. Those who are thinking of converting may not. Those who may be thinking of coming back to the Church, who may be thinking of going to Confession, may not. Those who just constantly bash away are risking a rather severe judgment from our Lord.
Let’s try, instead, to see if there is something positive to say about our Holy Father, and not just that he acts with niceness when dealing with the poor themselves. That’s not good enough. Let’s see if we can be led by Pope Francis. Let’s see if we can appreciate what it means to have a Father of the Family of Faith. Sure, we had great Fathers of the Family of Faith in all the recent Bishops of Rome. But very few, it seems, wanted them as Fathers. They wanted to vaunt themselves, using those Pontiffs as a foil of the machinations. So I invite them to do something with me:
Repeat with me. Repeat with me out loud…
POPE FRANCIS IS MY HOLY FATHER OF THE FAMILY OF FAITH.
I RESPECT HIM AS MY FATHER.
It’s hard to be condescending with your father, to constantly kick him in the face, to belittle him.
And if any of the bashers think I’m being too severe, just check out the biblical penalties for those who dishonor father and mother.
It’s in the ten commandments. Yes, respecting the Holy Father is included there.
If anyone has broken the commandment, they should go to Confession. Today.
There’s a great series on going to Confession on the sidebar of http://holysoulshermitage.com
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Jesus couldn’t care less what you think you do for vocations: If you don’t go to Confession regularly, you do absolutely nothing.
Let’s get on our knees, my brother priests and bishops. Our own going to Confession is the only way to promote vocations, because only then do we know what it’s all about.
Do you have special super-neat programs for vocations? You know, all the specialized questionnaires and all the demographics and psychological studies and arrays of perks and stuff like that? Jesus doesn’t give a damn about any of it.
Jesus is the One who calls, not you. Get out of the way. Let young men see Jesus in you. Unless you yourself are going to Confession, unless you know the wounds of Jesus ever so personally, unless you are on your knees before Him, they won’t be able to see Jesus in you.
If you’re not going to Confession, they’ll say: “So, what’s the point?” And you’ll respond with all sorts of programs and niceness. And they’ll become atheists.
I know, I know. There are many priests who don’t go to Confession. It’s hard to go to Confession to them, isn’t it? Sure. But it may save their souls. Do them a favor.
Actually, I’ve been too nice. Let’s put it this way:
A priest who doesn’t go to Confession will not promote vocations.
It’s not an absolute, but it’s most likely that:
A priest who doesn’t promote vocations almost certainly doesn’t go to Confession.
Oh, and you laity. The same goes for you. Think about it. Pray about it. Go to Confession.
Oh, and, from Saint Bernard:
Where can the weak find a place of firm security and peace, except in the wounds of the Savior? Indeed, the more secure is my place there, the more he can do to help me. The world rages, the flesh is heavy, and the devil lays his snares, but I do not fall, for my feet are planted on firm rock. I may have sinned gravely. My conscience would be distressed, but it would not be in turmoil, for I would recall the wounds of the Lord: he was wounded for our iniquities. What sin is there so deadly that it cannot be pardoned by the death of Christ? And so if I bear in mind this strong, effective remedy, I can never again be terrified by the malignancy of sin.
Oh, and, some related posts on the HSH ferocious series on Confession on the sidebar of the blog:
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Before becoming a hermit, I think that the Lord wanted to show me a few things around this world of His. He prepared me for moving around later in life at breakneck speed by having me thrown around various schools both public ☆ and parochial ✟ in my childhood. Let’s see:
|
Year
|
Age
|
Grade
|
School
|
|
1965-1966
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5-6
|
K
|
Wilson ☆
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|
1966-1967
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6-7
|
1
|
Wilson ☆
|
|
1967-1968
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7-8
|
2
|
Saint Paul ✟
|
|
1968-1969
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8-9
|
3
|
Wilson ☆
|
|
1969-1970
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9-10
|
4
|
Saint Paul ✟
|
|
1970-1971
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10-11
|
5
|
Madison ☆
|
|
1971-1972
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11-12
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6
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Wilson ☆
|
|
1972-1973
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12-13
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7
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North Junior High ☆
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|
1973-1974
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13-14
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8
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North Junior High ☆
|
|
1974-1975
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14-15
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9
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Apollo High School ☆
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|
1975-1976
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15-16
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10
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Saint John’s Prep ✟
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|
1976-1977
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16-17
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11
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Saint John’s Prep ✟
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|
1977-1978
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17-18
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12
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Saint John’s Prep ✟
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I only mention all that since it was precisely for this number of schools early on in life that I was later labeled a troublemaker by the rector of a certain seminary over in Rome. He said that it is not possible to go to so many different schools in childhood without it being my fault, and that this looks very bad on my record. I love that. I’m a troublemaker and I don’t even have to try!
I can’t brag about trouble making in this case, however, since it was all beyond my control. Besides local politics, what with my father being a public figure, church politics, what with our being members of a parish with a school, the new bussing politics, which needed some support for a snazzy new school, changing residency locations some twenty two miles away, and just plain changing schools for the reason that grade schools are not junior high schools, which, in turn, are not high schools, which, of themselves, are not prep schools. Mind you, I don’t think I would have gone to any prep school if it had not also ended up being my local parish high school after relocating to the forests of North central Minnesota.
This was not the last time I was to have the moniker of troublemaker thrown at me by various ecclesiastics right through the decades of my priesthood, and for the same reason: frequent change of assignments, they said, meant that it was necessarily my fault that there was a move, which necessarily had to be for negative reasons. This judgment prescinded explicitly from actual circumstances. That I was not infrequently moved about as a troubleshooter made no difference. Perhaps troubleshooting is understood as troublemaking for those who are politically correct unto the lowest common denominator of horror. That’s not to say, of course, that I didn’t actually make trouble by simply staying the course when certain others wished me to reject the doctrine and morality, the law and liturgy of Holy Mother Church.
Such accusations of troublemaking make me want to scream out that I am guilty of so very much more, for – don’t you know? – I have crucified the Son of the Living God because of my many sins. Accuse me of that!
* * *
Back to our story: I had now just turned eight years old, and was finishing out second grade. It was the Spring of 1968, meaning that it was before the publication of Humanae vitae, the Encyclical Letter of Pope Paul VI on morality, human life, marriage, pro-creation, and the evils of contraception and abortion.
We were preparing as best we could for first Confession just before receiving first Holy Communion. For this year I was signed up at our parish’s Catholic grade school named after Saint Paul, just like the parish church. Perhaps our Monsignor had said that it would be easier for me to receive these sacraments if I were to be a regular student at the school.
Being at Saint Paul’s was hardly different from being at Wilson School. Recess on the playground at the Catholic school made for just as much an urban jungle as did the playground of the public school.
The only thing different, surprisingly, was that the religion textbook for the religion course of the Catholic school was not as good as the little catechism I had been using the previous year for the weekly Wednesday evening C.C.D. lessons. In fact, it was so dumbed down that I had to hunt for my sister’s old mid-level Baltimore Catechism, which had all the prayers and explanations of the sacraments of Penance and Holy Communion in the back, not to mention the sections in the text of the catechism, which thoroughly explained those sacraments. I studied these on my own, memorizing, and memorizing still more. I surprised myself that I could be so studious.
Mind you, it wasn’t just memorizing. I remember in particular what I can only call an event. I was unduly upset for a reprimand I had received from my mom downstairs in the laundry room, she having been worried for my safety in that I had built a fort underneath the basement steps with the heavy boxes and trunks of stored items. In those moments of being upset, as I was making my way up the stairs to go outside, it all came to me in a flash. I froze halfway up the steps, like Socrates, but not for the fits of pique he would have for not understanding something, for I was instead immobilized because I felt it to be a great privilege to be before the glory of the truth. I comprehended what I had been studying in a blaze of light, each piece of information in view of all the others. But this wasn’t merely my first experience with what it means to think, to be academic, to study. That, too. But this was especially about standing humbly before Him who is truth. There I stood, half gripping, half draped over the banister of that rickety basement staircase, for minutes on end, in dread awe.
Standing there, I made a review of all that I knew. I could recite all the prayers of the rosary, including the Credo, just in case any of these were to be given as a penance, as well as the act of contrition. I knew just how to go to Confession when it was my turn to kneel down in the Confessional boxes we had at that time: “Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. This is my first confession. These are my sins…” The priest, I knew, couldn’t ever tell anyone the sins I confessed. The Seal of Confession had to be respected. I was quite proud – silly me – that I could recite the grades of sin and their differences, and the essentials needed for an integral and valid Confession. Best of all, however, was realizing that this was all so very personal, a meeting in friendship with the very Son of God.
In the classroom, on the day itself, we received some last minute encouragement and instructions from the Benedictine nun who was teaching us, and then we walked two by two in long lines over to the church. We had already had a practice session in the church itself the day before, just the basics about where to sit, line up, and how to go back to our pews. We went into church, wet our fingers with some holy water, and made the Sign of the Cross as we genuflected to the Blessed Sacrament in the Sanctuary of the Church, scooting, then, along the length of the pews until we filled them one by one.
I was nervous, going over my confession in my head, trying to remember what I had memorized and practiced so often. I soon let myself be distracted by watching the other kids who were lining up as we waited. Some had poker faces, but most others looked sad, which is a good thing for repentance. In seeing that, I figured I wasn’t very repentant. After all, I was being so very distracted. The class clown, while trying to look cheery, as usual, instead betrayed some real fear. I understood right then just how superficial clowning can be. I felt sorry for him. I wished he could calm down, that he could understand.
I wasn’t paying attention to those who were coming out of the Confessional and going back to their pews, but other kids were saying things like “Oooo, look at him! He’s happy!” “Look at her smile!” “He was afraid before, but look at him now!” I looked, and they were right. All the faces of those leaving the Confessional were radiant, but I wasn’t completely convinced. Could it be that they were just happy it was over? I was immediately determined to turn my first Confession into an experiment. My plan was to note how I myself felt as I was going into the Confessional, and then to note how I felt coming out.
Soon it was the turn for everyone in my pew to line up. We all stood up, some genuflecting in our places, some not. We didn’t know what to do with the Confessional being in back of the Church and the Tabernacle being in front, with us circling round the side of the Church. We hadn’t practiced this part.
So far, my plan was working. I noticed what I felt like before going in. How could I not? I was nervous, going before the Tribunal of God’s mercy, God, who showed me that He loved me some six years previously in that very church just a few pew’s away. Would I get it all wrong? Would I make a fool of myself before the priest? God already knew how needy I was, but loved me anyway. But I wanted Him to be proud of me giving Him my sins, a brilliant Catholic paradox.
It was a miracle in itself that I didn’t trip over myself going into the penitent’s side of the Confessional. A couple of boys did, so nervous were they. I hadn’t been paying attention at all to the logistics of who went in to what side of where the priest was. I didn’t realize that there was a penitent on either side, but that only one would confess at a time. When one was confessing, the priest would slide the little door of the screen open, so that he could hear the confession of sins being made, while the other little sliding door for the screen for the second penitent stayed closed, so that, while this second one was waiting to confess, he couldn’t hear the first person’s confession. I knew none of this.
Pulling the weighted red-velvet curtain aside, I went in. The curtain fell back into place. There was no one there. No priest. And it was dark! I looked around. Nothing. Surely this isn’t where I was supposed to be! My eyes adjusted to the bit of light coming in from under the velvet curtain, and I realized there was a kneeler, and some kind of screen, and a crucifix. Where was the priest? He had to be there somewhere! I then did what I always did when looking for something. I climbed the walls. As soon as I was basically scaling the ceiling of the Confessional, already making my confession – not knowing what else to do – the priest slid the little door open and I realized just how very foolish I can be before the majestic Tribunal of God’s Mercy. I dropped down quickly, scaring the priest, and got right down to business.
“Bless me Father, for I have sinned. This is my first confession. These are my sins…” When all was said and done and the little door for the screen slid shut, I thought that it wasn’t so bad. In fact, it was all pretty cool. It wasn’t just that I had a sense of accomplishment. I was really taken by the magnificent friendship of God. I went back to my pew, genuflecting before hopping on to the bench and then going down on my knees to pray my penance.
But I couldn’t pray. The other kids in the pew behind me were poking me and saying, “Look at his face! Look at his face!” talking about me. I then remembered my plan to take note of how I felt after confession. Oh my! Only then did I realize that I was absolutely radiating joy. I could not for the life of me not smile. I tried. My smile went from ear to ear. I hadn’t noticed it until then, so intent was I in finishing what I was doing with the Lord. But now I did notice. I was so happy, so very happy. Now I was convinced. Confession was the best thing ever. I planned to go regularly, and did.
I was the happiest little boy on the planet. But that would not last. It would not be long before I would receive my first Holy Communion. This was to be a most catastrophic event. I would be the most unhappy little boy on the face of the earth, truly.
It would be events such as that which would have me thrown back into public schools the very next year. Very dark times were coming upon the Church. No one, whether in previous years or in the years to come, would ever have the experience I was to have, for it was unique to 1968. It was to mark me deeply. I was surely to become a troublemaker for wanting respect for our Lord, and not just because I was being moved from school to school.
Click on the “continue reading” button to glance over the questions and answers for the mid-level Baltimore Catechism of the time… ☞ Continue reading
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O Clavis David, et sceptrum domus Israel; qui aperis, et nemo claudit; claudis, et nemo aperit: veni, et educ vinctum de domo carceris, sedentem in tenebris, et umbra mortis.
O Key of David and sceptre of the House of Israel; you open and no one can shut; you shut and no one can open: Come and lead the prisoners from the prison-house, those who dwell in darkness and the shadow of death.
I could go on and on about Isaiah and the Gospel of Matthew, about the power of the keys of Peter.
But I’ll say just this one bit.
We picture Saint Peter at the pearly gates of heaven with keys in heaven, ready to unlock them for us, hopefully, when it is our turn to present ourselves there.
Many jokes have been made about what people will say, proving their worthiness, and so on. Ho hum.
Firstly, the keys are not held by Peter in heaven, but by his successor on earth, and he gives those keys to his bishops to whom he provides a pastoral mandate, and they give these keys to their priests for use, for instance, in the confessional, for absolution of sins.
Secondly, while it is true that it is only our good works which will follow us to heaven, the proof that those works were in fact good will have to be demonstrated by the love of humble thanksgiving we offered to our Lord by going to confession and saying our sins and being absolved.
We only need to tell Peter that we know all about the blood of the Lord which has provided us life in the confessional. It will be his greatest joy to let us into heaven forever and ever. Amen.
I’m sure that those in prison over Christmas time hold fast to this O Antiphon: “Come and lead prisoners from the prison-house!”
But do we know that we are all prisoners on this earth until we get to heaven? If we don’t, we might not have those keys turned in our favor.
Confession is a wonderful sacrament of great joy. Just check your face the next time you go to confession (soon!). You’ll note a huge smile on your face as you leave the confessional after having made a good confession of any and all mortal sins in kind and number and important circumstance that adds to the sinfulness. See the series on Confession on the sidebar of the blog: http://holysoulshermitage.com
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Holy Mother Church spends a great deal of time in the Sacred Liturgy calling to mind the texts of Sacred Scripture referring to Saint John the Baptist, to the end of letting his eager expectation of the Savior on behalf of all Israel provide us with The Example of how to look to the coming of Jesus into our own lives and His second coming.
But all I ever heard about Saint John the Baptist since I was a kid until today was …
Part of this is surely the old nyeah nyeah nyeah nyeah nyeaaaaaaah kind of thing, whereby we’re better than others just because we’re us and they’re them and we live today and they don’t. It’s the old put others down to promote ourselves kind of thing. The blindness is so dark, and the darkness of the last half of the twentieth century was dark indeed. Part of this is fear of the message. So — hey! — let’s attack the messenger! We owe it to ourselves to look at this a bit more closely. Otherwise, our neglect is a decision to be plunged ever more deeply into the quagmire of that darknes which continues to darken all around us.
John, the messenger, heard the message from God: the Word of God came to him. What did he hear? That which he immediately put into practice. He heard of the goodness and kindness of the Most High.
How did he put that into action? By sharing this, the greatest love of his life, with others, and doing the necessary in the face of the Standard of Goodness and Kindness, namely, calling all to repentance unto the forgiveness of their sin.
John couldn’t stand “entitlement to holiness”, the hypocrisy of the Pharisess and scribes, who were “holy” just because they said so, because they were who they were, not like others. They’re the one’s who say that John was a big ol’ meanie for calling them to repentance: “You’re so mean in saying that God loves us so much!” Imagine the laughter of the fallen angels and the damned in hell when one trundles off to the lower depths with a sign around one’s neck that says: “I’m entitled to holiness because I’m me, sinless me!” AAAAaaaaagghh! Aloofness and the condemnation and mockery of John doesn’t get anyone anywhere good.
John knew that we all stand in need of the mercy of God, a gratuitous gift of The Most High, for which no claim to entitlement is actually so entitled, and that one of the very greatest mercies we can show to another is to invite them to know the goodness and kindness of Jesus so well that they will want to repent, all things being equal, one not regreting extending the invitation even if it is turned down with bitterness. Anyone with a bit of experience in these things will know that such bitterness works on people, helping them, in fact, to come to repentance. That’s the hope, often enough fulfilled.
The way to go is to heaven, to that goodness and kindness that John heard in that Word of God which came to him in the desert, that Word of God who became incarnate, and dwelt among us… — “And we saw His glory, the glory as of the Father’s only begotten Son, full of grace and truth” (John 1,14) — … the way to go is reverence and humble thanksgiving before that Goodness and Kindness Incarnate, that Word of God, who in whom John rejoiced from the time that he was in the womb.
Now then, if you have the fortitude for it, here’s a link to a ferocious post on John baptizing Jesus. What a fright! HERE! Just a sample:

The upshot of all this? Go to confession this Advent.
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Cardinal George Pell addressing the media on the Royal Commission into child abuse (video from abc.net.au — 1’18″)
I’ve written on this before: here. The raw transcript of the video, with some side comments, can be found here. Just remember in reading this that accused priests can be innocent up to 50% of the time. See The Judas Crisis series on the sidebar of the blog: http://holysoulshermitage.com. The Cardinal’s policy is that no suspected priest is to be allowed to go to confession, ever. A comment came in reprimanding me thinking that the Cardinal’s policy referred to more than himself hearing the confessions of priests. This is what pushed me to write this fisked version of the Cardinal’s comments.
As I’ve said before, the most hateful thing a person can do is to remove someone for life from the possibility of going to confession. The quickest way to do this to a priest is to accuse him. From that instant, regardless of innocence or guilt, that priest is forever removed from the possibility of going to confession, at least in the Archdiocese of Sydney, though this is surely the case now in all of Australia.
The reason why I insist on reporting about this is that Archbishop George Pell is a Cardinal member of the Congregation for the Doctrine of the Faith (CDF). He is well able to suggest this as a policy for the entire Church. In fact, a world-wide policy is now in the works over at the CDF.
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Here’s the transcript with my [comments]:
Reporter 1: Cardinal Pell, can you tell us what the protocol is now in the Catholic Church for priests that might confess to another priest of abuse.
[Note that this is, from the get go, not about Bishops hearing confessions of priests, but about priests hearing the confessions of priests.]
Cardinal Pell: Uh if uh if that’s done outside the confessional… [Holding up the rest of the answer in the form of the policy statement on abuse by the Archdioces of Sydney]
Reporter 1: No, if it’s done in the confessional.
Cardinal Pell: Well, you know the answer to that as well as I. The seal of con…
Reporter 1: Well, how do you articulate it?
Cardinal Pell: The seal of confession is inviolable.
Reporter 1: So, if a priest confesses to another priest that he has abused a child…
Cardinal Pell: The seal of confession is inviolable, for murders…
[Up to this point, the whole conversation is about priests confessing to priests. But now let’s see what happens...]
Reporter 2: Could I put that question a slightly different way?
Cardinal Pell: Mmm-hmm [Yes].
Reporter 2: What would your advice be to the priest receiving confession from a priest who has a confession like that to offer? Should should such a priest hear that confession?
[So, the priests-confessing-to-priests line of thought is reinforced with another question about whether or not a priest should hear the confession of another priest. This, again, is not about knowledge that comes to the confessor by way of confession, but outside of confession in whatever way. The question presumes that certain guilt is known to the would-be confessor. The would-be confessor would be an eye witness catching the offender in the abuse. The question presumes that the reason for the confession is known to the would-be confessor. The confessor would be asked outside of confession by the offender for an appointment to confess the abuse which he mentions openly, since the would-be confessor caught him in the act. The purpose of the question in the press conference is to investigate the effects of the absolute seal of confession. In other words, would the abuser sacrilegiously confess, that is, only to make sure that the confessor has his mouth shut by the seal of confession so that the abuser will not be reported by an eyewitness to the abuse? The chances of that happening are – what? – slim to none? But it could happen. The answer is that the would-be confessor, who just witnessed the abuse and who was just asked for an appointment to make a confession by the abuser he just caught... well... that would-be confessor is to do these things in this order:
1. In the first second, knock the abuser unconscious with one’s mobile phone...
2. ...while yelling for help...
3. ...while checking the welfare of the victim, that he or she is not in danger of death right then and there.
4. In the second second, speed dial the police, even while telling the victim that medical help and law enforcement is on the way.
5. In the third second, report the crime and speak of the present circumstances, and that emergency law enforcement and medical help is required.
6. After all that, slap the abuser awake.
7. Then tell the abuser that law enforcement is on the way to check out the situation and that medical help is on the way for the victim.
8. Then, if the abuser asks for confession once again, tell the abuser that he has to understand that what will be told to the police about what was just witnessed is not under the seal of confession, for it was witnessed outside of confession, and that it is that which is being acted upon regardless of any sacramental confession.
9. Then, if the abuser insists on confession anyway, hear the confession.
10. Refuse the absolution if it is obvious that there is no penitence; otherwise, give the absolution.
There is no danger, in all of this, that there be any scandal regarding a breaking of the seal of confession. None.]
Cardinal Pell: If the…
Reporter 2: Or should they refuse to hear that confession?
[Note the change to the plural. In other words, this is not about a particular case, but a policy question about any priest who might receive or not the confession of another priest. And that was clear already.]
Cardinal Pell: That’s uh… That is a good question. If the priest uh knows beforehand about such a situation, the priest should refuse to hear the confession.
[Cardinal Pell states that a priest knowing the situation beforehand is to refuse to hear the confession of the other priest, no exceptions, such as that to which I averted just above. Just because something is confessed in the confessional doesn't prohibit acting on knowledge that is gained outside of confession. Also, note that this continues to be about priests and priests.]
Reporter 1: What’s the advice…
Cardinal Pell: [Continuing to answer reporter 2's question:] I, I, I would never… That’s my, would be my advice. And I would never hear the confession of a priest who was suspected of of such a thing.
[The Cardinal begins with “I, I, I would never...” Such an answer does not refer to his own would-be actions as a bishop, for bishops or seminary rectors or any religious superior are not to hear the confessions of subjects. He knows that. The “I, I, I would never...” bit, is, instead – as all English speakers recognize – a modal usage appropriated by the role player who takes on the first person singular for the analogous usage intended, though any application to himself is not possible or intended. It's as much to say: “If I were not a bishop, but rather a simple priest, in that case, I would never...” Far fetched, you say? No. Proof for this analysis comes with the words of the Cardinal himself: “That’s my... would be my advice...” He corrects himself in mid-sentence. This is done to ensure that it is not one particular case he is speaking about, but it is rather a policy that he is setting forth. The advice he is giving to priests is, obviously, not for himself, but for the priests to whom he is giving the advice, to priests who hear the confessions of priests. Right? Yes, that’s right. He is setting forth policy for priests. What is it? He says it clearly: “And I would never hear the confession of a priest who was suspected of of such a thing.” “Suspected.” Just. Wow. After all this, we’re actually NOT talking about an eye witness or a request for an appointment for a confession with the explicitly stated intention of getting an absolution for such a crime. No, no. We’re merely talking about a suspicion. But priests can be accused and go for years, even a lifetime being under suspicion, with their cases never being decided, other than that a settlement is paid out, regardless of his innocence or guilt, just to get the case off the desk of the bishop and, perhaps, on a lark, save a bit of money. Meanwhile, the priest is dead in the water. He may well be totally innocent of such a crime, but he is now thrown out of the priesthood and effectively excommunicated, for it is only when someone is excommunicated that he cannot receive the sacrament of reconciliation. For Cardinal Pell, this is also, effectively, an automatic or latae sententiae excommunication, effective the second any accusation is made, no matter how spurious, or impossible. Guilt or innocence doesn’t matter. Just suspicion. Anyone's suspicion, and therefore, for Cardinal Pell, that which also must be the suspicion of the priest confessor. Someone else’s suspicion makes one dirty, unworthy of living. This is where not just a few priests commit suicide. See The Judas Crisis series of posts collected on the sidebar of the blog: http://holysoulshermitage.com]
Reporter 1: What would the your advice be to a priest confessing to such a crime by the priest hearing the confession?
Cardinal Pell: That can depend on the priest. I, I would hope that he would uh recommend that the law of the country be followed.
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Now then, in order possibly to save a life or two, I would like to point to a story familiar to long time readers of this blog, the story of Saint Francis and Brother Leo. You know the one, on Perfect Joy. When a “suspected” priest, innocent of such a crime, is marginalized from society and the Church, with all his fellow priests, even close friends, and his bishop, and all the chancery officials, now even literally spitting on him, shunning him, calling him names, slandering him, exposing him to the elements where he can likely die under a bridge, that is when, please God, such a priest will learn about the Perfect Joy spoken of by Saint Francis. Behold:
One winter day St. Francis was coming to St. Mary of the Angels from Perugia with Brother Leo, and the bitter cold made them suffer keenly. St. Francis called to Brother Leo, who was walking a bit ahead of him, and he said: “Brother Leo, even if the Friars Minor in every country give a great example of holiness and integrity and good edification, nevertheless write down and note carefully that perfect joy is not in that.”
And when he had walked on a bit, St. Francis called him again, saying: “Brother Leo, even if a Friar Minor gives sight to the blind, heals the paralyzed, drives out devils, gives hearing back to the deaf, makes the lame walk, and restores speech to the dumb, and what is still more, brings back to life a man who has been dead four days, write that perfect joy is not in that.”
And going on a bit, St. Francis cried out again in a strong voice: “Brother Leo, if a Friar Minor knew all languages and all sciences and Scripture, if he also knew how to prophesy and to reveal not only the future but also the secrets of the consciences and minds of others, write down and note carefully that perfect joy is not in that.”
And as they walked on, after a while St. Francis called again forcefully: ‘Brother Leo, Little Lamb of God, even if a Friar minor could speak with the voice of an angel, and knew the courses of the stars and the powers of herbs, and knew all about the treasures in the earth, and if he knew the qualities of birds and fishes, animals, humans, roots, trees, rocks, and waters, write down and note carefully that true joy is not in that.”
And going on a bit farther, St. Francis called again strongly: “Brother Leo, even if a Friar Minor could preach so well that be should convert all infidels to the faith of Christ, write that perfect joy is not there.”
Now when he had been talking this way for a distance of two miles, Brother Leo in great amazement asked him: “Father, I beg you in God’s name to tell me where perfect joy is.”
And St. Francis replied; “When we come to St. Mary of the Angels, soaked by the rain and frozen by the cold, all soiled with mud and suffering from hunger, and we ring at the gate of the Place and the brother porter comes and says angrily: ‘Who are you?’ And we say: ‘We are two of your brothers.’ And he contradicts us, saying: ‘You are not telling the truth. Rather you are two rascals who go around deceiving people and stealing what they give to the poor. Go away!’ And he does not open for us, but makes us stand outside in the snow and rain, cold and hungry, until night falls — then if we endure all those insults and cruel rebuffs patiently, without being troubled and without complaining, and if we reflect humbly and charitably that that porter really knows us and that God makes him speak against us, oh, Brother Leo, write that perfect joy is there!
‘And if we continue to knock, and the porter comes out in anger, and drives us away with curses and hard blows like bothersome scoundrels, saying; ‘Get away from here, you dirty thieves! Go to the hospital! Who do you think you are? You certainly won’t eat or sleep here! And if we bear it patiently and take the insults with joy and love in our hearts, Oh, Brother Leo, write that that is perfect joy!
And if later, suffering intensely from hunger and the painful cold, with night falling, we still knock and call, and crying loudly beg them to open for us and let us come in for the love of God, and he grows still more angry and says: ‘Those fellows are bold and shameless ruffians. I’ll give them what they deserve.’ And he comes out with a knotty club, and grasping us by the cowl throws us onto the ground, rolling us in the mud and snow, and beats us with that club so much that he covers our bodies with wounds–if we endure all those evils and insults and blows with joy and patience, reflecting that we must accept and bear the sufferings of the Blessed Christ patiently for love of Him, oh, Brother Leo, write: that is perfect joy!
‘And now hear the conclusion, Brother Leo. Above all the graces and gifts of the Holy Spirit which Christ gives to His friends is that of conquering oneself and willingly enduring sufferings, insults, humiliations, and hardships for the love of Christ. For we cannot glory in all those other marvelous gifts of God, as they are not ours but God’s, as the Apostle says: ‘What have you that you have not received?’ But we can glory in the cross of tribulations and afflictions, because that is ours, and so the Apostle says: ‘I will not glory save in the Cross of Our Lord Jesus Christ.’”
To whom be honor and glory forever and ever. Amen.
Fathers… If you find yourself accused, read the brief commentary on the last and greatest of beatitudes: here.
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Fathers… Are you accused? You can’t go to Confession? I’ll hear your Confession. And I’ll keep the Seal of Confession.
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Just to be complete, here’s an example of the canon law on ecclesiastical superiors not hearing the confessions of their subjects:
Can. 985 The director and assistant director of novices, and the rector of a seminary or of any other institute of education, are not to hear the sacramental confessions of their students resident in the same house, unless in individual instances the students of their own accord request it.
The reason should be obvious. It is difficult, humanly speaking, to be absolutely uninfluenced by a confession, even subconsciously. But one is not to break the seal of confession. One cannot act on what one hears in confession. By analogy, this would apply to bishops in regard to their hearing the confessions of their own priests. It does not apply to priests hearing the confessions of other priests.
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Again, just to repeat for the umpteenth gazillionth time: The reason to advocate for due process for priests, for the old “innocent until proven guilty” thing, is not just to promote justice, but to protect true victims. When people finally get sick of innocent priests being accused — and they will get fed up — it is then that all victims, including true victims, will not be taken seriously. And that would be bad, wouldn’t it? Yes, very bad indeed.
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I went to confession just before first vespers of this first Sunday of Advent. This is always a joy. The Lord is very patient with me, very good, very kind. The penance lifted my heart and mind and soul to the heavens. Living in sanctifying grace is the only way. The only way. Hopefully we will not fall out of sanctifying grace, and this, all in the Lord’s grace, by making Confession a regular event in our lives, right through life, until we are on our way, please God, to heaven.
Some tips for going to confession this Advent:
Here are some helpful posts from the sidebar of the blog:
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Rant: Make sure that the priest gives you an absolution. Bringing a copy of the absolution written out for him is sometimes necessary. The priest ad libing is no good. That often results in invalid absolutions. And you don’t want your eternal salvation in the balance because the priest wants to be nice in his ad libing, do you? I think not. I don’t know why it is, but most Irish priests to whom I’ve gone to confession forgive God instead of absolving the penitent, saying: “I forgive you Father Son Spirit” as they wave the sign of the cross over you. That doesn’t cut it. Make him do it over. Your insistence will help other penitents get a valid absolution, and you may even save the soul of the priest.
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O.K. Having said all that, one more word on the joy of going to confession. From my first confession until this day, my experience is to have a smile ear to ear after I go to confession.
Do an experiment: check yourself just after going to confession, just as you’re stepping out of the confessional. Is there a smile on your face? I bet there is. Always. That’s the best Christmas gift you could give to Jesus and to yourself. Resolve now to go to confession!
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Cardinal George Pell addressing the media on the Royal Commission into child abuse (video from abc.net.au — 1’18″)
My original post on this is here. I just thought I would provide the transcript of the video in this post. [Update: here's my fisked version of this interview: HERE.]
The key word in all this is “suspected”. Remember that an accused priest (“suspected”) can go for years before any trial. Often there is no trial, but rather an immediate settlement from the diocese, often without consulting the priest, who can be innocent up to 50% of the time. See The Judas Crisis series on the sidebar of the blog: http://holysoulshermitage.com. The Cardinal’s policy is that no suspected priest is to be allowed to go to confession, ever.
The most hateful thing a person can do is to remove someone for life from the possibility of going to confession. The quickest way to do this to a priest is to accuse him. From that instant, regardless of innocence or guilt, that priest is forever removed from the possibility of going to confession, at least in the Archdiocese of Sydney, though this is surely the case now in all of Australia.
The reason why I insist on reporting about this is that Archbishop Pell is a Cardinal member of the Congregation for the Doctrine of the Faith (CDF). He is well able to suggest this as a policy for the entire Church. In fact, a world-wide policy is now in the works over at the CDF.
Here’s the transcript:
Reporter 1: Cardinal Pell, can you tell us what the protocol is now in the Catholic Church for priests that might confess to another priest of abuse.
Cardinal Pell: Uh if uh if that’s done outside the confessional… [Holding up the rest of the answer in the form of the policy statement on abuse by the Archdioces of Sydney]
Reporter 1: No, if it’s done in the confessional.
Cardinal Pell: Well, you know the answer to that as well as I. The seal of con…
Reporter 1: Well, how do you articulate it?
Cardinal Pell: The seal of confession is inviolable.
Reporter 1: So, if a priest confesses to another priest that he has abused a child…
Cardinal Pell: The seal of confession is inviolable, for murders…
Reporter 2: Could I put that question a slightly different way?
Cardinal Pell: Mmm-hmm [Yes].
Reporter 2: What would your advice be to the priest receiving confession from a priest who has a confession like that to offer? Should should such a priest hear that confession?
Cardinal Pell: If the…
Reporter 2: Or should they refuse to hear that confession?
Cardinal Pell: That’s uh… That is a good question. If the priest uh knows beforehand about such a situation, the priest should refuse to hear the confession.
Reporter 1: What’s the advice…
Cardinal Pell: [Continuing to answer reporter 2's question:] I, I, I would never… That’s my, would be my advice. And I would never hear the confession of a priest who was suspected of of such a thing.
Reporter 1: What would the your advice be to a priest confessing to such a crime by the priest hearing the confession.
Cardinal Pell: That can depend on the priest. I, I would hope that he would uh recommend that the law of the country be followed.
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Again, just to repeat for umpteenth gazillion time: The reason to advocate for due process for priests, for the old “innocent until proven guilty” thing, is not just to promote justice, but to protect true victims. When people finally get sick of innocent priests being accused — and they will get fed up — it is then that all victims, including true victims, will not be taken seriously. And that would be bad, wouldn’t it? Yes, very bad indeed.
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Skip to 5’45″ in the video. Just the last few seconds.
Obama: “Alright. I gotta give the special dispensation.” Then, while making the Catholic Sign of the Cross over the turkey, he says, “Here’s that pardon. Congratulations, Cobbler, you have a great life ahead of you. O.K. Give Cobbler a big round of applause! Alright, we don’t want to overdo it.”
Now, having taken note of that, I see this comment coming in on another post on Thanksgiving, but I thought it best to put it in its own post, giving it the exposure it merits:
Hello Fr. George,
I wanted to wish you a Blessed Thanksgiving and also let you know that [...]
I wonder if I am the only person who noticed, but as I watched footage of our president pardoning his annual turkeys – an event that I always find to be painful – I distinctly saw him make the sign of cross over the turkey he was pardoning. I think this got by most people. It was most insensitive, and even though it was spontaneous, there is much truth in spontaneity. I interpreted it as a gesture of contempt, and not contempt for the turkey. If this footage is available somewhere, have a look.
With blessings, Your friend, Fr. Gordon
Prayers and blessings in return, Father Gordon (about).
Yes, well, I did take a look, finding not only the video and pictures for this year, but also pictures of previous years, which demonstrate that Obama carries out this mockery specifically of the Catholic Sacrament of Confession every year. He even adds words of encouragement to the pentitent about a better, great life ahead. So, it’s even worse than you might have thought. It’s not spontaneous. It’s scripted contempt.
Of course, there are many, especially Catholics who do not go to Confession, who will think that this mock absolution is just so very extremely cute — OH! HOW CUTE! — and they will be most offended by any comment to the contrary, thinking that nay-sayers are just too serious about everything, and need to lighten up, and that we should support PETA (actually read People Eating Tasty Animals), and that we should vote for Obama for a third term, and that we should all cry as we hold candles and say softly in the evening breeze “Yes, we can! Yes, we can! Yes, we can!”, and that all those meanies out there should support free abortion and infanticide for all, and that all those conservative Catholics and pro-life non-Catholics should be marginalized in society through insurance non-compliance penalties, and that — as a tantrum ensues — It’s just so cute how our wonderful Leader makes the Catholic Sign of the Cross over the Turkey! Cute! Cute! Cute! (spittle-flecks all around).
Yes, I agree, “I think this got by most people.”
And, sure, there will be some who will say that this goes back to George Bush and, in fact, to J.F.K., a Catholic!
But they are wrong. The National Thanksgiving Turkey Presentation does go back to J.F.K., but this had nothing to do with any pardon. He said, and I quote: “Let’s just keep him.” This was less than a week before he was assassinated. The National Turkey Federation wanted some free press and political niceness in presenting a great meal to the beloved President.
Ronald Reagan compared his presidential pardon of Oliver North (I loved watching those hearings on C-SPAN!) with his having sent a turkey out to pasture. Well, O.K.
The first George Bush started giving turkeys a scripted ”presidential pardon”, but that was a strictly political exercise, which had nothing at all to do with religion. The idea was: They’re all turkeys, but we’ll let them go anyway, whether by way of pardons, conditional pardons, commutations of sentence, conditional commutations of sentence, remissions of fines and forfeitures, respites and amnesties.
It wasn’t until Obama came along that the Catholic Sacrament of Confession entered the script, complete with theatrical actions. Obama has a penchant for attacking the freedom of religion, specifically of the Catholic Church. He says that he will permit freedom of worship as if it were his personal prerogative, but he attacks this as being no more important than a Rose Garden photo-op. He knows that his forbidding Catholics the freedom of religion, of conscience, in the public square, forcing Catholics to pay for abortions and abortifacients, for forced organ donations and euthanasia (which go hand in hand)… He knows that this also means that Catholic conscience in worship, in confession, is merely a joke, like pardoning a turkey. Sure, he’ll pardon one or two or three, like Biden or Pelosi or Sebelius, but he’ll have all the millions of other Catholics, those unpardoned enemies of the State, for dinner.
The real turkey is any Catholic who voted for Obama and his persecution of the Catholic Church.
Even if you didn’t vote for Obama, don’t be a turkey. Go to confession and get a real absolution while you can.
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One of my favorite places in the world, the Confessional. This is where we meet with the goodness and kindness of Jesus ever so personally, which is precisely what brings the great joy those experience who just go to confession. Just. Go. !!!
From a reader:
Great news: a badly-catechized cradle Catholic who is dear to me and who has not been to confession since the 1960s – who had been angry at the very concept of confession for many years – is preparing to go to confession! In your kindness, please pray that [...] follows through on this commitment.
Comment: It can and does happen. This is the new evangelization at work. Prayer is powerful. Never doubt that. This is how, one by one, heaven is populated for eternity, and this is about eternity, as in forever, my friends. Let’s say a Hail Mary for this penitent, shall we? This is just so cool. Hail Mary…
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Update: Here’s a one minute video of the news conference from The Australian:
And here’s my fixed version of that interview: HERE.
This is just horrific. Why? Read the analysis I made below, before this video was provided. It’s worse than I thought. What he’s saying is that any accused priest is to be denied confession until he dies. Remember that even 50% of priests who are accused are innocent. Perhaps even all priests, to a man, who have been accused and commit suicide are innocent. They just can’t take the betrayal of their fellow bishops and priests. Imagine now that they are refused access to confession for life. Just. Wow. I bet that most all of them, who are innocent of the accusations, and are suffering slander for the sake of the Kingdom of Heaven, will be sorely tempted to think that God hates them and wants nothing more than that they go to hell. Imagine, being locked out of any possibility of absolution… Quote:
“I would never hear the confession of a priest who was suspected of such a thing.”
– Cardinal George Pell
Remember, he’s talking about just being “suspected.” And he would lock someone out of confession for life for being “suspected,” even though such suspected people could very well be innocent…
Further update: A clarification was issued:
A priest who suspects the sacrament of penance will be abused by the penitent should not hear such a confession. Any absolution is dependent on genuine personal repentance, a commitment to suitable restitution and a firm “purpose of amendment” to sin no more. (here on the site of the Archdiocese of Sydney)
Of course, that clarification is as clear as mud. Note the words: “A priest who suspects…” The point is, how does he know until he hears the confession, unless the situation is such as I’ve outlined further below, but then that wouldn’t be a matter of suspecting anything. The priest would already know for certain. But the Cardinal insists on suspicions. This is not good. You can deny absolution if you find out that there is no repentance, right?
Yet another update: The Cardinal’s comment in the Sydney Morning Herald:
There has also been misunderstanding over the seal of Confession, causing a diversion from the real issue.
Going to Confession is not getting a ticket to sin. If a penitent is not genuinely sorry and is determined to return to his wrongdoing, then the sacrament is useless; a sacrilege and an insult to God.
Catholic teaching is clear: the seal of Confession is inviolable. The law of the land is also clear. Federal and state laws protect a member of the clergy from being forced to divulge details of a religious Confession, just as it protects clients from being forced to disclose what they discuss with their lawyers.
Religious freedom is protected by the Australian constitution; an essential part of the separation of church and state, which protects believers and faith communities from government dictating religious belief and practice.
Priests are well able to comply with the law about reporting crimes while maintaining the seal of Confession as the law allows. As a bishop, I do not hear the confessions of my priests (except in an emergency). A priest who suspects the sacrament of Penance will be abused by a penitent should not hear such a confession
So, again, no clarification at all. It all boils down to the words, “A priest who suspects…” That’s not good enough.
Update for the weekend of November 18, 2012: Parishes in Australia will be distributing a two page memo about the royal commission in church bulletins. Here’s the *.pdf: Royal Commission Bishops’ Response, November, 2012. Here’s a lovely paragraph:
It is unjust and inappropriate to suggest crimes are being – or have been – committed, without producing evidence; without asking those accused for their responses before making generalised slurs.
So, we can make generalized slurs tearing down entire religions if we only make a pro-forma show of justice about one case, wherein the “evidence” is not weighed in court, nor any response of the accused party, but all is relativized to what goes into any gossip’s preliminary preparation for a suggestion of a crime? Such a statement is the de facto modus agendi of anti-Catholic SNAP, which admits it lies out of sheer hatred of priests and the Catholic Church. But this is the careful statement of the bishops of Australia. Uh-huh. It seems like I should add all this into another post for The Judas Crisis series on the sidebar of http://holysoulshermitage.com.
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Jared Owens of The Australian wrote on 14 November 2012 about Cardinal Pell’s take on the pressure the Australian government is putting on the Church to break the seal of confession in the case of sexual abuse:
Cardinal Pell said he hoped priests would confidentially counsel any abuser to “follow the law”.
In other words, if they are actually hearing about abuse during confession, the Cardinal hopes that the priests hearing the confession will respect the seal of confession. That’s expected. That’s good. There is no sin so great that God’s mercy cannot provide forgiveness for those who are truly repentant. He also says this:
But he said priests should avoid hearing confession from colleagues suspected of committing child sex abuse to avoid being bound by the Seal of Confession.
Of course, that’s the paraphrase of the reporter. But now he uses quotation marks:
“If the priest knows beforehand about such a situation, the priest should refuse to hear the confession,” Cardinal Pell said.
“Refuse to hear the confession.” Is that an accurate quote? How to parse this?
The worst case scenario: Let’s take the Cardinal at his word. It is a confession we are talking about, that is, a true confession, where the priest knows the person is truly penitent, all this before the confession begins. Perhaps I have no imagination[!], but it seems to me that the only possible scenario here is that someone comes to a priest to make an accusation against someone else in the parish. As that person finishes and leaves out the front door, the alleged perp comes into the back door demanding an absolution, even before a mandatory call to the police can be made. The alleged perp might well be innocent of the charges, and wants absolution for other sins before going off to prison, as he suspects, knowing that he’s been framed for revenge, say, over a family inheritance or some such thing. But the priest doesn’t know any of this, and it is all hearsay to this point. He is to hear the confession. But perhaps the Cardinal has something else in mind. I can’t imagine what it is. I wouldn’t want to think that he wants priests to run away from hearing confessions just to protect themselves under the law, desiring that sinners rot in hell for eternity for the sake of someone else’s momentary political correctness upon this earth. God’s mercy is great enough to cover this circumstance. We’re not more powerful than God. God will not understand and applaud our prudence which mocks Him on the cross even while He says: “Father, forgive them.” But maybe the Cardinal is thinking of some other scenario. Can you think of one for me? Help me to understand.
The best case scenario: Sometimes people say things that they understand in their own minds, but which they don’t articulate well. The Cardinal is, perhaps, notorious for that about many important doctrinal matters. And reporters like to capitalize on such things. Is there is a good and holy way to understand all this? Let’s take an extreme example, for that is the only example that fits as far as my poor imagination goes. It requires that the would-be confession in question is — against the words of the Cardinal — not a true confession, but perhaps this is what he meant:
Say that a priest walks in on an abuse situation, catching someone on the parish grounds in some horrific sexual act with a minor. Say that the guilty party immediately grabs hold of the priest and violently throws him to the ground, demanding an absolution, screaming that because it is a confession, the priest will have to keep his mouth shut and not break the seal of confession. The guilty party then violently slaps the priest repeatedly, screaming, “Do you understand me? Give me the absolution, NOW!” Meanwhile, the youngster who was being abused is wimpering and crying and cowering over to the side, naked and frightened. “Shut the hell up!” screams the guilty party. /// Now, what should the innocent priest do, give the perp an absolution in this circumstance? Well, no. The grace of the sacrament would not be fruitfully received. The guilty party wants to commit a sacrilege of utilizing the sacrament of confession, namely, the seal of confession, for ulterior motives of self-protection, and has no desire for the mercy of God.
At any rate, there is great ambiguity here. We don’t need ambiguity when it comes to our eternal salvation.
By the way, and just to say: Australians, generally speaking, have the wild idea ingrained into their very beings, that if a sin can be forgiven, it is not a sin and is not serious in any way, and that if a sin cannot be forgiven, only then is it a sin, but it still can’t be forgiven. So, really, effectively, no one ever goes to confession in Australia. Just to set the record straight: any sin, even grave sin, can be forgiven, if you want that forgiveness from God.
By the way, and just to say: Any priest who will not absolve a truly penitent sinner just for the sake of political correctness takes that sin, it seems to me, upon themselves in the sight of God. The guilty party may well be forgiven by God directly, but the priest might well go to hell for eternity. Think about it.
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A high profile ecclesiastic just said the other day that he now refuses to hear children’s confessions just in case there might be an accusation of pedophilia, you know, because it’s a private, one on one situation in a small room.
Such priests, especially high ranking ecclesiastics, can have normal confessionals constructed, you know, with a kneeler and a screen.
Forget the nicey nice rooms.
But these Judas priests from hell will not forget the nicey nice rooms of face-to-face confessions. The point of those forced face to face confessional rooms (which mostly have kneelers with screens that you arrive to in the room only after you walk past the priest) is to get rid of confessions, and, indeed, these nicey nice rooms cut out about 99% of confessions at the get go. The rest are usually by an appointment that’s extremely difficult to make. Sure, some people like face to face. That’s nice. Get over it. Start worrying that almost no one — ever — goes to confession because of face to face situations. Really. Worry about others. People are going to hell, for eternity, because they are not going to confession, because it is face to face. And that’s not nicey nice.
But Father! But Father! It’s traditional for men to go to confession to the priest in the sacristy just before Mass.
Right. Maybe one day in the future when a thousand people are NOT in the sacristy before Mass just to feel important, maybe then that could be done again. But the proper thing, even back in the day, and now in canon law, is to use a confessional. And people have a right in canon law to have the screen type of confessional. So do priests.
And, just to say, not to hear children’s confessions — which this guy propably wouldn’t do even if he had a traditional confessional with screens only — is so hateful to God and man that this is to risk going straight to hell. What a scandal.
Priests are ordained to be crucified with the Lord, not to be afraid of being accused, so that one won’t fulfill the purpose for which on was ordained and for which the Holy Spirit was sent among us, for the forgiveness of sins, because one is afraid for oneself? That seems to be about the most diabolically selfish thing I’ve heard to date.
But there is forgiveness even for such a priest. But, hey! With such a great example, many might be rufusing to hear confessions altogether, and he won’t be able to go to confession. Our Lord always works with irony. He better change his ways.
Most priests will have nothing or as little as possible to do with confession because they don’t go themselves.
There will be no new evangelization until priests go to confession themselves.
But hey there, hermit priest, we don’t sin anyway!
The first objectively grave sin is not to offer the possibility of confessions.
To the laity: Do you want to do something about this? Raise the money to install traditional confessionals in your church.
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“The most beautiful view is the light on in the confessional and the knowledge that it will be so six days a week” — a HSH reader.
Take a hint, my fellow priests. Your people want to go to Confession. “Let my people go!”
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I wish I had this account of Satan kneeling down in the Confessional of canonized stigmatist, Padre Pio of Pietrelcina, when I was teaching the Confession Practicum for the good and holy deacons (all now priests) at the Pontifical Seminary Josephinum up in Columbus, Ohio. In the words of the great saint himself:
“One day, while I was hearing confessions, a man came to the confessional where I was.
He was tall, handsome, dressed with some refinement and he was kind and polite. He started to confess his sins, which were of every kind: against God, against man and against the morals. All the sins were obnoxious!
I was disoriented, in fact for all the sins that he told me, but I responded to him with God’s Word, the example of the Church, and the morals of the Saints. But the enigmatic penitent answered me word for word, justifying his sins, always with extreme ability and politeness. He excused all the sinful actions, making them sound quite normal and natural, even comprehensible on the human level.. He continued this way with the sins that were gruesome against God, Our Lady, the Saints, always using disrespectful round-about argumentation.
He kept this up even with with the foulest of sins that could be conjured in the mind of a most sinful man. The answers that he gave me with such skilled subtlety and malice surprised me. I wondered: who is he? What world does he come from? And I tried to look at him in order to read something on his face.
At the same time I concentrated on every word he spoke, trying to discover any clue to his identity.. But suddenly; through a vivid, radiant and internal light I clearly recognized who he was.
With a sound and imperial tone I told him: “Say long live Jesus, long live Mary!” As soon as I pronounced these sweet and powerful names, Satan instantly disappeared in a trickle of fire, leaving behind him an unbearable stench.” [ h/t V ]
Had I had this account in the Confession Practicum, I would have used this as an example of a “penitent” who has zero penitence, and therefore cannot fruitfully take in the grace of the sacrament, and therefore is not to be provided with an absolution.
Of course, there are many priests who are not like Padre Pio, and who will, on perverse principle, absolve absolutely everyone no matter what, even if they are blaspheming and spitting on you in the confessional and screaming that they DO NOT WANT absolution. Yet, those priests will absolve them anyway, sending them ever more quickly on their way to hell, along with such priests themselves. It does no good, and truly hurts someone, even for eternity, to absolve them when they are not ready and/or do not want that absolution. It is to spit on Christ Jesus Himself.
As I read this account, I recall that perhaps, in fact, Satan has visited my own confessional, and not just once, but very many times. Not to worry! You see, it’s not a mind game. Cutting through the mind games of Satan is all about love, about reverence for Immaculte Mary’s Divine Son, Jesus. As Saint Pio found out with the added effect of a demonic stench, this way to cut through the mind games of Satan works every time, infallibly.
Such reverence is an expression of humble thanksgiving, friendship with our Lord, which is our Lord’s gift, not something we come up with ourselves. We can and should and must ask Him for this gift of His friendship, for the opportunity to be in humble thanksgiving before Him.
When going to Confession, remember the four “C”s. You will want to be:
In view of the account above, you’ll want to just accuse yourself in the simplest way of your sins, without making excuses that are irrelevant and unneccessary, and may be a real temptation not to be contrite. Yikes! It’s very refreshing just to confess, get absolution, and then rejoice in the Lord’s goodness and kindness. And He is just so good, just so kind.

I saw this view again while on my way to anoint one of the priests up the mountain before he had an operation. Meanwhile, all the rest of the priests were on retreat. Hermits do this kind of thing when need be! Meanwhile, I took the opportunity to go to Confession. Wonderful!
More recently, I went to Confession down the mountain. Priests are great for Confession anywhere of course. And you don’t need gorgeous views to go to Confession. You’ll love the view where that Confession will hopefully eventually bring you, that is, in heaven, face to Face with our Heavenly Father!
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If you’re careful in watching the opening scenes of For Greater Glory, on the big screen or on DVD, you’ll notice scenes taking place in church, very long lines for Confession, lines for baptism, lines for, get this, weddings. Ever see that before? That’s what happens when people all of a sudden realize that they will soon not have any more priests, as all the priests are being deported or killed. They are taking advantage of getting the sacraments while the getting is good. Good on them.
But people! Don’t wait until the last second. You might not get that last second. Keep yourself current with the sacraments, especially Confession!
In the picture above you see a general of the Cristeros army, General Vega, a priest. He is giving absolution to General Gorostieta just moments, it turns out, before Father Vega gets a bullet to the head and Gorostieta gets a bullet to the back. Gorostieta died in the attempt to get Father Vega, now mortally wounded, out of harm’s way and into the hands of another priest so that Father Vega could also go to confession before he died. And this is what religious freedom is all about. The freedom to witness to our Lord, right unto death. We always have that freedom even if someone should try to and indeed take our lives. We always have the freedom to be a martyr. I love that.
When you don’t have any priests around, what will America do, vote in Obama for a third term? Probably. Probably a rigged election. But heaven will rejoice with so many new martyrs.
Remember! Eternity lasts an eternity. It’s really wonderful to be in heaven for eternity! It’s heavenly.
Remember! Believers are supposed to take up their cross, which might be a very literal cross! And that’s O.K. I’m enthusiastic to go to heaven, however it is that I’ll be getting to go there in our Lord’s goodness and kindness, in His grace.
For those following these posts on “readers” or “feeds”, why not stop by the blog itself and take a look at the Ferocious Holy Souls Hermitage Confessions Widget on the sidebar of the blog: http://holysoulshermitage.com You won’t regret it.
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Both in the Extraordinary and Ordinary Form of the Sacrament of Penance, both back in the day as today, the penitent is quite free to express an act of contrition in the best way he knows how. Not that many make up their own act of contrition, for having heard about a gazillion confessions in my priesthood, I think I can date within a few years when penitents learned their act of contrition for their first Confession, hopefully before their first Holy Communion. However, some do express their sorrow with their own words. Some do this better than others.
Yours truly made up his own act of contrition some 25 years ago, give or take a few days. It’s somewhat similar to the one I learned in the mid-1960s for my first Confession before my first Holy Communion (as I recounted here). I made up this act of contrition during many holy hours before the Most Blessed Sacrament in the now “old”chapel (now reception hall) of the Generalate of the Fathers of Mercy, many decades ago. That act of contrition goes like this:
Short and sweet. After I came up with that, I used it in Confession as well. The first time I did I was reprimanded quite strongly by the priest for not using an act of contrition which had all the required elements necessary for contrition itself. I re-recited my act of contrition, using the one I had memorized from the Baltimore Catechism linked to above (and which I also love). But let’s parse my act of contrition to see if it stands up to a calmer scrutiny. This is, after all, the act of contrition I use for the Emergency Chaplet of the Immaculate Conception:
(1) Heavenly Father…
(2) in the Name of the Son, Jesus, crucified and abandoned…
(3) and by the love of the Holy Spirit…
(4) I abandon myself to Thee with all of my sins, sorrowfully…
(5) begging forgiveness…
(6) and loving simplicity in Thy sight…
(7) Amen.
But maybe I’m just being reactionary, 25 years later!
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The one I learned for my first confession in the mid-1960s is this one:
Did you learn a different one, perhaps a variant to the one above? Share it with us in the comments box!
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Today (4 August) is the feast of Saint John Marie Vianney, the only canonized parish priest. He’s a special patron saint for Holy Souls Hermitage, it being that the Hermitage is offered for the sanctification of priests going through the purgatory of this life or the next.
If our Lord were to ask me what particular grace I wanted priests who are still alive to receive (though He hasn’t asked me that!), I think I might respond that it would have to be the grace for all of us priests in this Church Militant to have the opportunity and take up the opportunity to go to confession regularly and frequently, having found fellow priests who were good confessors, always welcoming, never put out — available — who know the absolution prayer fully and use it, giving a decent, do-able penance.
I think, for instance, of priests who are justly or unjustly in prison, who have no opportunity to go to confession. For instance, I think of a great Archbishop, who, betrayed by some of his own priests, spent what must have seemed to be innumerable years in a communist torture prison.
Just my opinion, but I think that priests who celebrate the Holy Sacrifice of the Mass in a sloppy manner might do so because they have sloppy souls. By sloppy, I mean changing the Mass into an expression of their own personalities by way of changing the words, changing the rubrics, and so on. I have to wonder if such priests ever go to confession. If they did, and confessed this sin of clericalism, the Sacred Liturgy would be offered in a noticably more reverenent manner.
I remember a bishop who was asked how to go about the New Evangelization in view of youngsters being totally drowned in sex and drugs and every sort of materialistic avenue of distraction. He immediately answered that, of course, the answer is obvious, that the priest is to offer the Holy Mass better, that is, following the rubrics with reverence and precision. Young people will flock to the Church. They want to see respect for the greatest act of love ever, our Lord’s very sacrifice.
Yes, but, I don’t think you’ll find Father Knucklehead doing that unless he trundles off to confession. Then, everything is back in order. He’s on his knees before the mercy of God. This is true for everyone. I think that the New Evangelization begins with the Confessional, where we find mercy, the Heart of the Gospel.
And when priests go to confession, then we have the heart of the Heart of the Gospel being set right.
Yes, I think I’ll ask our Lord for this grace for priests, that they go to Confession frequently, regularly.
Guaranteed, when they do that, you’ll see parishioners following his example. He will preach about it. They will go. And then you will see the churches filling up to worship at the Holy Sacrifice. Father will be reverent and so will they, all to the greater glory and honor of God.
By the way, be sure to see the ferocious confession series widget in the sidebar of the blog!
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The other week I was on my from Lourdes, France, to Charlotte, North Carolina. There was a stopover in Paris. After getting a day-pass for the train at Orly airport, and having transferred over to Charles de Galle, there were a few free hours to visit the city. Besides Notre Dame de Paris, it was a joy to visit Saint-Nicolas du Chardonnet, the church… um…. “appropriated”… by the Priestly Fraternity named after Saint Pius X. The doors are open, so let’s take a peek inside…
Great! I know of a few churches in the United States where a similar sign will greet one at the entrance. One will also see this at Saint Peter’s Basilica in Rome, and at all the holy sites in the Holy Land.
This is a great example of Roman architecture in the wild, so very different in its emphasis compared to the high flying Notre-Dame de Paris.
Here’s a shot of the side altars. While we can’t give the SSPX credit for the architecture of the church built long before they existed, we can congratulate them on knowing how to present a side altar. I wish the Sanctuaries in Lourdes would take this great example and fix up their totally stripped down side altars in the “upper basilica” of the Immaculate Conception, high above the grotto in Lourdes (not to mention in the crypt chapel as well).
Here’s a moment of adoration at the high altar up front. The rosary is being recited. I very much got the sense that this was a Catholic church, and memories of the Cathedral where I was baptised in Minnesota came flooding back, a very wonderful moment of nostalgia, that. I thought that of any church in Paris, surely this church would have decent confessions, with the entire formularly of the absolution being recited, and with a decent penance being provided. I would have been very tempted to go to confession to “try out another confessor” as my practice is…
In looking around, I was, however, reminded of the rather sad division of sorts that is now being experienced between the SSPX and our Holy Father, Pope Benedict XVI, gloriously and legitimately reigning, as is admitted by the SSPX. I hope one day to see this bust of the founder of the SSPX next to the great successor of Saint Peter.
There are, however, difficulties, doctrinal difficulties. This sign reminded me about these difficulties. It lists the priests who, for these days, were the priests scheduled to hear confessions and provide “consultations”, which, I suppose, refers to a kind of spiritual direction. They are to be congratulated for the extensive hours comparable to this or that usually Franciscan friary in this or that metropolitan city.
As readers of Holy Souls Hermitage blog know, I don’t refrain from describing certain situations just because this or that individual or group might disagree. This is a case in point. The purpose of this is not to stir up controversy, but to make an account of a grave pastoral concern in union with the Vicar of Christ.
I wish the SSPX had legitimate faculties to hear confessions, but they do not. Nor does the Church supply faculties to them. Whatever argument the SSPX might make so as to pretend to have faculties, they do not have them. The Vicar of Christ states clearly, plainly, and with insistence that the SSPX has no faculties. In this situation, there is no argument that there is an “emergency”. The Holy Father, the Vicar of Christ, the Successor of Peter, has been consulted. He said that there is no emergency. Either the SSPX crowd are heretical sede-vacantists who have appointed themselves to sit on the cathedra of the “Eternal Rome”, in which case they have no faculties, or they are providing absolutions which are not valid, which… um… means they have no faculties. No one who confesses to an SSPX priest has his or her sins sacramentally absolved. Let’s take a look at at three documents, which I cite in full. Note the bits I put in bold…
(1) CONGREGATION FOR BISHOPS DECREE Continue reading
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