Soho “Homo Masses”: Yogurt Now Mandatory.

This time, not so light…

I have just reblogged a post of some months ago about the strange case of the two Archbishops at odds concerning the “Homo Masses” in Soho (or Sodom), London, England.

The BBC informs us today this abomination is now stopped as such masses are (says the BBC; no direct quotes)

not in line with the church’s (sic) central teaching on sexuality.

I feel like reading that 2+2=4; but truly, in this day and age these are real news.

Firstly, let me tell you that when something so beautiful happens we must be grateful to the men behind the decision, however questionable they can be in other matters.

Secondly, we must reflect whether Archbishop Vincent “Quisling” Nichols has suddenly discovered the basics of Catholic teaching, or whether he has been “encouraged” to do so by his strange, irascible, theologically more than questionable but certainly unpleasant colleague in Rome.

Reading my reblogged post you will have no doubt as to what my opinion is. I must say the man might not be entirely useless after all.

Of course, this being England things are not going to be made in the right way in one go: the Catholic Herald informs us the Jesuits will continue to be the catalyst for a bunch of sodomites wanting to use Church organisations as a dating agency; or, as the Jesuits so suavely put it,  “the pastoral care of the community will continue at the Jesuit Farm Street church in Mayfair on Sunday evenings”.

Particularly spicy seems to me the detail that

the church where the Masses took place will be entrusted to the Ordinariate of Our Lady of Walsingham

and I do not doubt the new priests will lose no time in causing the church to lose the bad odour it has had these six years.

So we have the proverbial two birds with one stone: the shameless parody of the homo mass is at an end, and the Ordinariate receives a church in a central position in London, optimally placed for Christian evangelisation. No thanks to the Archbishop, I am sure, but what counts is the result.

Next time you eat your yogurt, consider saying a short prayer for the man who made this possible.

Mundabor