Of Synods, Sins, Galaxies, And Elvis.
The Synod is now well underway, and one must have a very robust dose of optimism not to see where things are going. As Catholicism is attacked from the inside – with the secrecy translating into licence of saying whatever heresy one feels like – the secular press pumps up the Synod as if it were one of those regular Anglican gatherings at which it must be decided how best to suck it up to the world; and already, media outlets tell us that the Church wants to be “more relevant”.
The Church is the real relevance, you idiot. Ask yourself, rather, how relevant you are to Her.
Still, the trend is clear. The Most Astonishing Hypocrite In Church History (TMAHICH) started the fire, and the press is now providing the mighty wind necessary to let it become a wildfire raging all over the West; particularly Germany, Austria and Switzerland, where simony is ripe, state-sanctioned and bishop-approved, and the paying customers have become accustomed to think that they are getting a bad service for the (abundant) money extorted from them.
Create the perception that things must change, and soon the impression will be born that, with this blasted Synod, they are about to change. When this is done, the change will be depicted as inevitable. At this point, we will be told that “a new reality” must be considered; obviously – how could it be otherwise? – in a “pastoral” way.
All the while, we will be assured that “doctrine hasn’t changed”; it has not changed somewhere, in a galaxy far, far away; in a virtual, or rather “ideal” world that does not interest us. What now counts, is that the “needs” and “expectations” of the world are taken care of. This is then called being not a coward, a sellout and a prostitute, but being “pastoral”.
When thinking of the expectation engendered from this synod, one is reminded of the words in the old Elvis Presley song:
Satisfy me, baby.