My soul melted when my beloved spoke; I sought him, and found him not; I called, and he did not answer me. I adjure you, Oh daughters of Jesusalem, if you find my beloved, that you tell him that I languish with love. (Song of Songs, 5:6-8)
Our souls have melted when we heard His voice. When we take Him into our bodies at Holy Communion, when we hear His inspired word, we come to experience heaven, if only a minuscule and imperfect way. But when we seek Him, we do not always find Him. We go to Church to worship, and are confronted with pagan chicanery and liturgical abuse. The sacred is profaned, and the faith is diluted. We call out to Him in our adversity, and we cannot find Him, for His own have cast Him out, replacing His thrones on Earth, our tabernacles, with monuments to liberal ideology and felt banners. He is exiled to our closets and our darkest of corners. When we search for Him, we call out to each other, begging one another for help and relief. And yet we struggle to find Him. We yearn for Him, and in this yearning, experience an anguish that none but us may know or describe. We die for love of Him, and because of others’ contempt for Him.
Is it right? Is it natural? That we, faithful Catholics, have found ourselves unwelcome in our own spiritual homes? That our leaders are publicly and joyfully disobeying Rome? That our efforts at sanctity are hindered by diocesan heterodoxy? Let us take our places with Our Lord, and stand by Him as the loving exiles that we are. He has been dethroned, and our hearts have been pillaged by those who take delight in causing fracture in His spouse, the Church.
When we hear Him speak, our souls melt out of the absolute joy and solace. Need we any more validation than this?
Tags: Latin Mass, Liturgy, Orthodoxy at Work
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