Showing posts from February, 2020

My Thoughts on Querida Amazonia

My thoughts on Pope Francis' latest work, Querida Amazonia : I don't care.

Bishop Sorondo, Or, How to Argue like a 3-Year-Old

Occasionally my wife and I get sucked into an argument with our three-year-old daughter. It... it is never worthwhile. With this in mind, I present part of an interview that the excellent Diane Montagna of LifeSiteNews did with the nefarious Bishop Sorondo. Sorondo is an Argentinian close to our Pontiff. He recently was caught giving Holy Communion to his home country’s president (the president is actively pro-abortion, and lives with a woman who is not his wife). Enjoy the mind of a three year old, dressed as a bishop, at work: BS: Yes, maybe two or one bishop. But it’s not a problem. It’s not a problem in Italy. It’s not a problem with the Pope. St. John Paul II gave Communion to [inaudible], to all people, who promote abortion. This is the practice [inaudible] Maybe I’m not happy with this. DM: But it would be an opportunity. This was a public scandal. The fact that a pro-abortion president who’s sleeping with his mistress...  BS: So you say… DM: He’s living wi

CandleMiss Sunday (That's Right)

Sometimes a guy just has to rant. At a future moment, maybe even later today, I may pause, recollect myself, and offer due thanks to God for all of His abundant blessings. But not now. Not after yet another failure. Later it will have to be. I rant, or whine, about another failed attempt to attend the traditional Latin Mass (TLM). This time it occurred on the Feast of the Presentation, or Candlemas. Now you need to understand the difference between the Novus Ordo vs. TLM on Candlemas. I grew up my entire life not knowing the purpose of this feast. It had some vague references to candles (in the form of one quick prayer at the beginning of Mass), and then usually ended with the priest telling us we are all called to be the light for others. A few years ago I took my family to Candlemas at the traditional Latin Mass. It was the first time in my life that I started, even in an infinitesimal way, to grasp the significance of this feast. A trite yet necessary statement: the focus