And Then They Were Two
The sad news of the death of Cardinal Caffarra is another reminder that whilst Cardinals wait, souls – including their own – go to their judgment.
Cardinal Caffarra was, of the four, the one I liked most. He was very vocal on several occasions, but to my knowledge he never produced himself in grandstanding for which he never had the stones to follow through (yes, talking of Burke here). He was also the one who published the last, pathetic meowing of all the four Cardinals, complaining that the Pope does not want to see them. And then he was, of course, Italian.
Of the four kitten he was, probably, the most cutely aggressive.
However, one thing is clear: another one has died and gone to his judgment without doing what his job required of him, that is: denouncing the obvious heresy of Amoris Laetitia.
Note to self and us all: we can think that there is time, but we never know. It is not for us to decide when the final calls comes. As a Cardinal, it is utter madness to run the risk of appearing in front of the Creator with the extremely grave burden of having … merely meowed in the seventeen months since the release of Amoris Laetitia.
Note to the 88 years old Cardinal Brandmueller: tick, tock….
Today's rosary is for the deceased Cardinal. I hope the Lord had mercy on him and allowed him the grace of final repentance.
But it still makes me shiver to think what terrible Divine message could be hiding behind the death of the two: the righteous wrath of a just Lord against Cardinals of whom much was expected, and who could defend Him only in the meowing.