Meet Father Mad And Sister Fraud

Here we have a madman, but no entertainment

Shocking, shocking reading at Father Z's. When Father is late for the start of the Mass (apparently because he has commitments elsewhere, requiring driving) a sister starts the wannabe “Mass” herself, up to and including the Readings. At some point “Father” arrives, and he picks up from the point where madwoman has arrived.

This defies imagination: just because the priest is late, a religious sister thinks she can play priest. This reminds me of children who play Mass, though I am sure when they do the “priest” is played by a boy.

Even more absurd – and I wonder why such abuses would not deserve immediate defrocking – is that Father doesn't have any problem with that. You can almost hear him say “thank you for stepping in, Sister”.

Apparently, this happens regularly. Seriously, if Archbishop Zollitsch reads this he might think of making of this a regular feature of Mass in Germany, but on second thoughts not even Zollitsch would be as stupid as that.

Now why do I tell you all this? Because with the Traditional Mass such a madness would be inconceivable. Of course such a parody isn't a Mass, not even with the rather low standards of quality of the Novus Ordo. But if we are honest with ourselves we must see that the shameless devastation and banalisation of the Mass perpetrated by V II is what makes such a madness thinkable in the first place.

Note that the faithful present never stand up crying: “no, sister! stop! save your soul! We can wait for father to arrive, but if you start now we'll go away!”. Only one has written to Father Z with his doubts. A couple of others are certainly not at ease. Most certainly “feel” Sister is being “nice” and “helpful”. It must be so, otherwise “Father” (as long as he is one; hopefully not for long) would have been inundated with complaints and injunctions to let this stop at once.

I will put this in my little collection called “flowers of V II”; a collection containing the strangest flowers you can imagine; radioactive, or poisoning, or outright ugly.

A poster on the above mentioned blog commented with “Whiskey Tango Foxtrot”.

I agree wholeheartedly.

Mundabor

 

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Posted on May 6, 2013, in Bad Shepherds, Catholicism, Traditional Catholicism and tagged , . Bookmark the permalink. 4 Comments.

  1. Shouldn’t that be whiskey tango foxtrot?

  2. I don’t doubt this happens. It follows directly from the New Theologian Louis Bouyer’s “assembly theology” of the Mass. I’ve seen a Novus Ordo priest show up just in time, asking: “Has the Mass started without me?”, as if it could!

    • Seems a very interesting video series, Alan. I’ll see it when I have time, other may want to say what they think of them.

      I hope the priest was making a joke based on the absurdity of the thing happening, but hey, we live in strange and disturbing times..

      M

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