Thank God for Rorate Caeli
It is fair to say the last ones have not been easy days for anyone loving the Church of our grandfathers, the Church which understood Herself as the enemy of the world rather than its accomplice. For those who think – as you, if you ask me, very well should – that the Lex Orandi determines at some point the Lex Credendi and, unavoidably, the Lex Vivendi the last days must have been at risk of heart attack, seeing that the puppeteers have made it to the Papacy.
More in general, it is also fair to say we live in such disturbing times that there are doubts not anymore – as it was at times in the past – about the personal morality of the Pontiff, which in the end is something which does not directly impinges Church’s life; but, far more dangerously, about his Catholic soundness in all aspects of Church life, from the way of dealing with heresy to the way of tackling the growing persecution of Christianity even in the West, to – very obviously, and rather crucially – his Lex Orandi.
It is, therefore, not unsurprising that the recent “pick” of the Cardinals (let us repeat here once again for the new entries: The Holy Ghost does not pick the Pope; the Cardinals do) has caused much discomfort, some dismay, and some very emotional reactions.
In my very little way – I say this because my blog can’t be considered “big” or “influential” in any meaningful way, though after almost three years of stubborn work it’s not a tiny blog anymore – I have tried as I could to get some perspective and, worried as I undoubtedly am, to put the straight facts on the table; not denying what is bad – some aspects of this Pope are more than bad, they are scary to the point of being creepy; see the “puppeteer” link – but also trying to properly weigh what appears to be not only good, but very good even.
Still, I understand emotions will run high; then if you love something, you get emotional about it; and if you love the Church, you want the best for Her. Of course, this will cause some dismay, and of course others, more balanced – or alternatively, more tepid lovers of Truth – will find the dismay inappropriate, or even hostile, and will see in critical blog posts or – predictably – even more critical readers’ comments a kind of traditionalist snobbery and alternative Papacy.
I heartily disagree.
Catholicism is based, in his philosophical approach, on truth and reason. Catholicism never asks you to believe blindly, but to reason yourself to a solid, unimpeachable Faith. Logical reasoning requires, and trains to, Truth as its foundation. Truth is the key with which most of us – all those who have not been endowed with mystical faith – open the doors to the supernatural grace of faith. As I see it, faith builds supernaturally on a solid foundation requiring, first and foremost, truth as its building material and logic as its building technique. Good Catholics will, therefore, want to have the Truth dished in front of them in its entirety, unpleasant as it may be. Fallen humans as we are, this will cause inordinate reactions here and there; but it is vastly preferable to have the truth and the inordinate reactions born out of sincere love for the Church, than neither or the two in the all-too -common Pollyanna approach so typical of those who think the Pope is the remote-controlled toy of the Holy Ghost, and we live in the best of all possible Catholic worlds.
In this work of search for Truth, Rorate Caeli absolutely excels. They have, if you ask me, the right foundation for their work: they search for the Truth and write it as it is, without any worry that, in some twisted way, Truth may be dangerous for Catholicism. Truth can never be a danger for Catholicism, because it is one of its building materials. No matter how unpleasant the facts, we work with the facts and examine them in the light of our faith, because this is the only way we can walk in charity.
Charity born of blindness is pure emotional escapism; it is the frequently heard reasoning that the Pope can’t be wrong because the Holy Ghost pointed His finger directly on the man’s chest, and whatever is wrong is someone else’s fault (the legendary wolves, typically), is all part of an astonishing intelligent plan we simpletons can’t see, or is just not happening.
Rorate Caeli is at the exact opposite of this reasoning. It is charity born of truth, not dreams.
They are doing a sterling work for Catholicism. If they report bad news, don’t shoot the messenger; and of the one or other comment is, perhaps, a bit too harsh, it is not difficult to understand that it is harshness born of love, not of haughtiness.
Thank God for Rorate Caeli.