Proud To Be Catholic

Indefectibility at work

And it came to pass yours truly directed his unworthy person toward the local church at lunchtime, in order to attend the Ash Wednesday Mass.

A huge queue (up to the end of the block) had formed itself outside of the building. As I went in, I noticed another huge queue had formed the other side of the entrance.

The Church had not one, but three masses at lunchtime, plus morning and evening. Obviously all packed.

At the end of my mass, we were made to go out from the fire exit to facilitate the entrance of the “huge crowd waiting outside” for the next one (so the priest, verbatim).

If it had not been for the Mass (which was reverent, but strictly NO) I would have fancied myself in 1957.

Those attending – working in a busy business district – were exactly the kind of people Francis bashes all the time: the well employed, going about their busy lives, almost all in suit and tie. They had nothing of “periphery” in them, nor was any sheep stink to be detected. They are the one supposed to be tepid, bashing in their own securities, and all that Francis rubbish we all know.

The interesting thing is that I attended the same Ash Wednesday mass in the same church some years ago, and there was absolutely nothing of the sort. Absolutely.Nothing.Of.The.Sort.

Now, let us make a little analysis here: is this the Francis Effect?

Clearly not. If Francis had such an effect on the crowds p, they would flock to Rome in droves before, during and after any Holy Year you can or cannot imagine. But they don't, and they actually seem to carefully avoid the place (the smoke of Satan stinks a lot after all).

What might, then, be happening? If you ask me, and unless this is an isolated episode, what is happening might be simply Providence. More and more people, of the more educated – and therefore informed – class, receive an echo of the controversies surrounding Francis; and this gives them a warm feeling of persistence of good values, a consoling, cosy sensation of “good things that won't go away”; and in time, this teanlates – with God's grace – in curiosity, and then interest, and then trial, and then regular practice.

Your humble correspondent could not hide a triumphant feeling, a total exhilaration at being out in the cold, queueing, and reminded of the packed churches of his early, blessed childhood in a Country where the Only Church was the State Religion. One tear, or three, of the purest joy might have escaped his old and tired, far too emotional eyes.

Today I was so proud of being a Catholic. So proud, that for forty minutes I almost forgot the Evil Clown and his band of thieves. It was exhilarating.

Bad Popes may come and go. They can inflict much damage.

But boy: the Church is – without a shadow of a doubt, and in a very visible way – the toughest shop on Earth.




Posted on February 11, 2016, in Catholicism, Conservative Catholicism, Traditional Catholicism and tagged , . Bookmark the permalink. 11 Comments.


    Wow! You could’ve just gotten them before the train, righy in front if the toilets.

    We went to a 7pm Mass last night because that’s when my husband could go with us, and there was a very, very nice crowd. We were quite happy as well.

    • The “dynamic women of faith” do not seem very smart.
      Ash Wednesday is a day of obligation. One is supposed to get his ashes at mass. This is not only stupid, but outright bad, and it does not seem the lady posting got it. Rather, there is some waffle about “outreach”.
      Go to Mass first.
      Then you can think about outreach.

    • Oh no, I totally got how stupid this is. Also, sadly, our own cathedral was doling out ashes from 8am-8pm, walk in and walk out all day (except for noon when they stopped for Mass.)

    • Did you see anyone complaining, shaking his head, etc?
      Not that I have much hope, but I thought I’d ask…

  2. Loved the post hated the pic of Jesus. I’m truly surprised Mundabor that you would post a pic of Jesus where he looks like a tranny or somewhat faggy, the red lips,blushy cheeks,and the female hands. And all this time you’ve been my hero.
    Regards Don Richard

  3. Thank you for relating it to us, the readers. I am filled with hope.
    So many, you say, suit and tie, too? Educated and well employed, and not ashamed of the cross of our Lord Jesus?
    There aren’t many like that here.

  4. I loved this post!! Thank you so much!! A tear or three here too.

  5. The evening Mass I went to was packed also. There are only NO masses in my city, but they are always crowded every Sunday and Saturday vigil also. Attendance seems to be the same as it was three years ago. About half of the masses are in Spanish due to the majority Hispanic population in California. Fortunately, here people attend mass regardless of who the pope is. Mundabor, thank you for this post about Ash Wednesday Mass. Your writing is always interesting and inspirational to me. Btw, that’s a beautiful picture of Our Lord.

    • I don’t find it particularly beautiful, frankly, but I thought it would do perfectly well. Seriously, life’s too short for that type of complaint.

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