The Pope Who Warred With Christ

 

 

 

 

Pope Francis in a rare image.

 

If you go around Catholic blogs and forum sites, or read the comments to newspaper articles, you will notice a leitmotiv in the stream of comments: the number of people whose main concern in these days is what the Pope will do.

I am not talking here of the hardliner blogs like this little effort. Rather, I am talking of the comment boxes of Catholic newspapers, or of conservative “mainstream” blogs. Until some three months ago you would have noticed a much greater amount of “I am sure the Holy Ghost has all under control”-, or “Francis is such a good and orthodox Pope”-pollyanning. Try now. See the difference. 

I do not doubt the Pollyannas are still around in force. If it weren’t so,this miserable heretical ass would be pelted with foul tomatoes every Sunday until he gets in that lewd head of his that he is, actually, the Pope. However, it seems to me that it has become increasingly more difficult to “Pollyanna around” when the number of those who state that they are afraid of thinking what this pope could be capable of has become so big.       

I can also note a decrease, at least in the synod days, of the number of “I am confused by this Pope” and “he has good intentions, but he is so badly advised” comments. It is difficult to beconfused for very long, even if you make a huge effort, when the Pope himself does everything he can to make abundantly clear that you should not be confused: he sides with the heretics, period.

Imagine you are an example of the garden variety Pollyanna, and read in Catholic blogs that after Cardinal Erdo’s intervention – an intervention that you had saluted with a sigh of relief, praising Francis wisely steering the Synod under the guidance of the Holy Ghost – the Pope himself has intervened on the following day and has stated that no: the Heresy of Kasper remains well on the table, and in the end it is he who decides everything. Not an easy time to be a Pollyanna, for sure.

However, I am sure that whilst Francis loses some Pollyannas every day – as more and more people become too afraid for their own salvation to keep thinking, much less saying, that the Emperor has wonderful clothes on – the vast majority continue in the stubborn and, at this point, gravely sinful error of wanting to believe in the goodness of a pope obviously at war with Christ. The fact is, they do not really believe in the Catholic Church, or in Christ who founded Her. They believe in the Pope. Their system of belief is squarely hinged on the sense of security and “living truth” given to them by the existence of an Intrinsically And Invariably Good And Holy Pope. If you take this fantasy away from them, the hinge that kept all together collapses. They will not have that. They will rather keep believing in their fantasy world in the same way in which Communists and Socialists – Francis among them – keep believing in a humanity-changing collectivist utopia against all evidence.

I seem to notice this behaviour is more frequent among converts. It is as if converts – raised to believe in absurd stories about the omnipotence of the Pope within the Protestant milieu of their formative years – had in a way married the absurd stories, at least in part, when they converted. When they got “papists”, they got all the way to the contrary excess, because their conversion was the fruit of a more or less confused need to have a visible, palpable, unshakable rock in their religious life; the reaction to, and escape from, the constant innovations they found in their
own “church” so-called.          

Sorry to disappoint, but there is no such rock. The rock they are looking for is in two thousand years of deposit of faith, and the wonderful, sheer endless quantity of sound documents underpinning it. The Pope is servus servorum dei, the “first of the servants”, or “preeminent among the servants”, of Christ. Some servants are good, some are bad, and some are outright evil.

More and more people are waking up to this reality. They see it unfold every day as Francis throws toys out of the pram like he is Elton’s John’s “adoptive” baby.

The reality is that this Pope is at war with Christ, and there is no way to close one’s eyes and get away with it. 

Choose this day, Pollyanna.

M 

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