His Unholiness, the Evil Clown, has today given another example of his stunning superficiality, outright mediocrity and, as in the meantime even my cat ceaselessly points out, willing surrender to secular values.
It has been a trend since the beginning of V II to downplay the value and meaning of suffering and – of course – of the sadness that goes with it. You cannot avoid noticing that all the talk of “Joy” has the main aim to make the Catholic Church palatable, sexy, attractive for outsiders and pewsitters alike.
This is, bluntly put, escape from reality, in pure Protestant MegaChurch fashion. Suffering, and the sadness that go with it, is part of this life. It is a lot we cannot escape. It is given to us so that we may unite our suffering to Christ’s and try to grow in holiness as much as we can.
For this reason, the Church has always directed the attention of the faithful on the reality and the salvific function of suffering; nor has she ever required from us that we go around like happy bunnies when our world crumbles around us. Mary’s extremely intense suffering during the Passion has always been put in front of us as an example. Yes, it is a brave man who, in the midst of his suffering, can keep a serene attitude, and rely on Christ as his rock. Yes, serenity in adversity has always been considered a mark of a strong mind. But as so often, Francis’ superficiality, ignorance and faithlessness deforms this message, and makes of it a caricature of the original. Even a strong man will be sad. Jesus wept over Jerusalem.
Francis’ statement that during this year of false mercy “sadness in any form is not allowed” immediately sounds “off” to a properly instructed Catholic. It goes against the very grain of Christian suffering. It tries to substitute the unavoidable reality of sadness with an entertainment exercise that becomes the negation of such an important part of the Christian experience and, in the end, leads him away from God, to Whom the Church asked that we unite our suffering in this “valley of tears”.
You see here a typical trait of Francis. The man does not understand anything of Catholicism. He has never lived it. Therefore, even when he tries to say something Catholic – say: a strong invitation to cheer up and face life with a serene attitude – he ends up saying something that sounds strange, that sounds UN-Catholic, to everyone else. It’s like asking Stalin to write a homily after reading a short book about Catholicism: even if he wanted to say it right, he would end up with doing it all wrong.
As always, the extreme papal message is correctly understood in the frame of the extreme dislike of this man for anything Catholic. The saint of the past encouraging you to be in good spirit and trust the Lord still had respect for your tears. The priest inviting you to trust in Providence was well aware of your plight. The very famous statement of Padre Pio to “pray, hope, and don’t worry” does not deny in the least the fundamental,unavoidable effect difficulties must have on you, you normal Catholic in the pew.
With Francis, everything sounds “off”. He takes gold and makes manure out of it. He has no sensus catholicus at all, because he has always hated the Church. Therefore, he might not even notice – out of sheer ignorance of how a Catholic thinks – how strange, or disquieting, or plain wrong his statements are.
There is no Catholicism in this man. Every peasant woman who has gone to her just reward after a life of poverty, suffering and humiliations could teach this man a lesson about sadness that would shame him forever, if he has any sense of shame left.
This is a Club Méditerranée papacy: an exercise in easy, superficial entertainment for the enjoyment of the paying public. If it sounds wrong, it’s because it is.
Yes, we should never lose serenity. Yes, it is good to be strong in the face of adversity. But I for myself consider it a supernatural feat to think of this Papacy and not feel a sense of great sadness at all the damage this man is being allowed to cause, and at the way a Pope, of all people, has become a great instrument and accomplice of worldwide Reprobation.
I think of all the souls who will choose to blindly follow this blind man, and end up in a pit from which there will be no return: and cannot avoid – much as I recognise in this the will of the Lord – a sense of great sadness for the ultimate destiny of all these people, of which I truly hope I will not partake the final destination.
Padre Pio suffered greatly, and was greatly saddened, at the thought of all the souls going to hell. He didn’t live in a Club Med world. He lived in a world in which the reality of hell was ever present.
The day Francis dies or resign I will, if the Lord allows me to live the day, experience a range of feelings.
I do not think sadness will be one of them.
That, methinks, should make him happy.