Daily Archives: June 8, 2015

Why I Am A Catholic, Part I



As there is such a discussion around, I have decided to inflict my own take on you.

I am a Catholic by God's Grace. A good Lord disposed that I be born in a still seriously – at least at the cultural level – Catholic country. I lapsed, like countless others, out of my own fault, and out of despise for a clergy unable or unwilling – as I see very clearly now, most likely unwilling – to teach the faith, and chiefly worried of showing you that they were your “friends” instead of old, stuffy people resembling your grandma. They were pathetic, cowardly, mostly unmanly figures unable to attract the respect of ordinary people, much less of young boys looking for manly guidance.

I lapsed. No, it wasn't a grace. It was a big disgrace. It was wrong, sinful, and stupid. There can be mitigating circumstances for lapsing, and I was certainly unaware of the significance of the decision, nor was I helped by my environment. But a sin it still remains.

I went back to the fold – meaning, to the Sacramental life; I never ceased to consider myself a Catholic, as millions of other non-practising Italians – after moving to the UK and finding a Country in which Christianity was merely an option, and rather an embarrassment. As so often, when something you always took for granted – a Christian Weltanschauung – is not there, you start to become more curious, because you now more or less unconsciously start to appreciate it more, and feel its absence. It was easy, and mainstream, in Italy you tell yourself a Catholic without practicing. Not only millions did, but no priest hammered into you the difference. Everyone was so modern, you see; but still, all shared an awful lot of values, and there was a strong basis of shared values among Italians.

I started to put my nose into the matter. Slowly but surely, a new awareness began to grow. The Internet, and the London Oratorians, made the rest. “Seek and you shall find”. The Internet opened to me a world so different from the Italian bookstores of old! Instead of the cheap V II, populist, kindergarten, diabetes-inducing rubbish – easily recognisable as fake even when you do not really know what is authentic – I found an endless well of old-fashioned Catholic wisdom. This wisdom was not only so beautiful, but so inexorably logical, coherent, complete, universal and still absolutely monolithic, that it immediately fascinated a man acquainted with philosophy, and (in his own stupid way) in love with Christianity. It was a block of granite, smashing the stale, sugary molasses of Vatican II into non-existence.

Reality itself was staring at me, because Catholicism is the only way to understand reality, and until you manage to grasp Catholicism life itself will remain outside of your grasp. My (always strong) thirst for knowledge of Truth and for God – a thirst that I could never quench with the babbling idiots of my youth – was now satisfied. I could drink at a well so clear, so fresh, so true, that it was a world of wonder. The Truth I always sought was just there, in the very fabric of the society in which I was born, in the very religion that still shaped so much of it. It was in the robust wisdom our grandmothers had often imperfectly, but always faithfully formulated. It was, in the end, all there. But because of my fault, and arrogance, I wasn't able to look below the thick layer of V II mud and recover the old religion of exactly those grandmothers; a religion which, if I had been determined to rediscover it, would have disclosed itself to me, in time, by God's grace, without decades of lapsed Catholicism; because God can never, ever want that you stop living the sacramental life, much less send this to you as a grace.

By my most grievous fault I decided, certainly before I was 14, perhaps before I was 13, that the Church wasn't worth my attendance; and ended up two decades later spending hours on my collections of several Bibles – I had no less than seven different texts – and comparing bible passages, for hours, like a thirsty madman, or reading around in a confused way; always thirsting, always toiling, never satisfied, never knowing whom to turn to, the German priests of my adulthood even worse than the Italian ones of my youth.

When I discovered Catholic wisdom, I felt elated and very stupid at the same time. It was all there, all the time. The most wonderful gourmet meal, already prepared for me by countless saints as God's exquisite chefs. All there for the asking, and reading, and praying. All there, most importantly of all, for my own salvation, if God's grace assist me and I cooperate with it.

The Catholic Church was right. Is right. Always was, always will. The Catholic Church has all the Truth, and she is the only Truth. The Catholic Church is right even when your priest is an idiot. The Catholic Church is right especially when your priest is an idiot, because then Her immutable Truth shines the more in contrast with the sugary blabbering of her unworthy minister. And then, you love Her more. And when an Evil Clown is Pope, you love Her most.

Scratch away the layer of mud, my friend. What you will find below is better than the purest gold.




Medjugorje: Should We Be Afraid?

Pope Failure has now announced that an announcement on Medjugorje is now near.

A lengthy study has been completed, the results have been announced to the Pope, and the CDF had had a meeting in preparation of the official decision.

By any other Pope (even a V II Pope; heck, even Paul VI!) one would not be afraid in the least that the wrong decision could be reached.

TMAHICH *, however, is a completely different ball game. One who shows himself publicly unfazed by his own (possible, and actually real) heresies cannot be trusted to necessarily speak wise words on Medjugorje.

I fear one of the two:

1) In pure Modernist style, the report will say that the “apparitions” are a new type of the way the Holy Spirit works among us, allowing the Blessed Virgin to appear in a new, fresh, quite post-V II way. Therefore, whilst some of the elements could give rise to doubts, the apparitions can on the whole be considered worthy of belief. I know, this is absurd. A Pope publicly saying things he knows might be heresy is also absurd, but it has happened.

2) in pure Neo-Modernist style, the report will discount the apparitions and state they themselves are not worthy of belief, but will then wax lyrical about the oh so great faith of the, actually, stubbornly disobedient and heretical supporters of this decade long fraud, and about how the Holy Ghost is moving them on a path of such worthy, if misguided, passion. Naturally, the Medjugorje nutcases will take any word indicating anything remotely similar to approval of their own zeal as a tacit approval of the tales of the “seers” themselves. Can we be so good, and so wrong? No. We are good, therefore the evil forces of the Vatican have conspired etc… You know the drill.


The fact is, even if Francis himself has given ample signals he does not like Medjugorje it is difficult to believe he will pronounce a clear word of condemnation on this. This would mean having to speak clear words and having to make himself unpopular by a vast, organised group of people. Neither Jesuits in general nor Francis in particular are known for that

We shall see. Prepare for the worst, and hope for the best.


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