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Posts Tagged ‘Stop Calling Me a Crypto-Nazi’

Our Lord and Savior Isn’t A Feral Barn Cat

August 3rd, 2010, Promulgated by Gen

The difference between the two? One you should have neutered, and the other you shouldn’t. And let me clarify which one is which by saying that one feral barn cat is quite enough.

Why is it that “liturgists” feel the need to castrate Our Lord at Mass? These people who take it upon themselves to alter the approved translation and replace “Him” and “His” with “God” and “God’s”, and for what purpose? I’m not offended when I recite the Hail Mary and, as a man, I say, “Blessed art thou amongst women.” The mentality of these priests, nuns, deacons, lay people, and bishops is such that if one person is offended, the world will stop turning on its axis. But guess what, folks – Someone is offended at the games these people are playing. His name is Jesus, and He dwells in our churches – presuming of course we can actually locate the tabernacle and give a moment’s pause to genuflect in its direction.

Let’s look, for a moment, at the current translation of the Gloria:

Glory to God in the highest
and peace to his people on earth.
Lord God, heavenly King,
Almighty God and Father,

we worship you, we give you thanks,
we praise you for your glory.
Lord Jesus Christ, only Son of the Father,
Lord God, Lamb of God,
you take away the sin of the world:

have mercy on us;
You are seated at the right hand of the Father:

receive our prayer.
For you alone are the Holy One,
you alone are the Lord,
you alone are the Most High,

Jesus Christ,
with the Holy Spirit,
in the glory of God the Father. Amen.

Note carefully the words that are found in our missals, in the Sacramentary, and in documents pertaining to the contemporary liturgy. We say “His people” – not “God’s people.” Are we denying the masculinity of God when we substitute out a masculine pronoun for something more “friendly” and neutrered? Yes we are. We are castrating Him with our hollow liturgical ruminations. What an insult it is to presume to have the authority and competency to change the words of the Mass! Read what’s in the book if you pronounce yourself “liturgically-savvy,” because if you don’t, you’re proving yourself to be otherwise.

The Mass isn’t about us. It’s not about this person taking offense or that person being hurt by a pronoun. It’s about God. He has feelings, too, you know. And yet, we’re more concerned about the gay guy in the back pew, or the transgendered lady in the row in front of us – oh, we mustn’t offend them with Truth now. That would be too much for them to bear, what with a comfortably masculine Savior. Jesus Christ, Our Lord, was fully God and fully – not “person,” not “being” – man. He was fully and undeniably a man, but our liturgical “experts” think that changing the words is absolutely acceptable. Well, it’s not.

I should certainly hope that when it comes time to recite the Gloria at your parish this weekend, you’ll have the courage to do the right thing, the approved thing, and include the masculine pronouns for Our Lord. If you don’t, you’re coming at him with the same scalpel with which your vet “fixed” little Fluffy. He’s your Savior, not some lap-dog. Treat Him with the respect he earned while He was nailed to His Cross for your salvation.

Oh, I’m sorry – perhaps I offended you. “Treat God with the respect God earned while God was nailed to God’s Cross for your salvation.” There. Now we’re all happy.

New Tag at Right

July 28th, 2010, Promulgated by Gen

Nerina & Co. came up with the idea of setting up a category, or rather, labeling our posts under a new tag, when the content is rant-like, controversial, or potentially-seen-to-be-uncharitable. I thought that was a masterful idea. Sometimes when you’re so busy working on your canvas, you need to step back several feet to make sure you didn’t forget to paint a nose or an ear – adding a specific tag for these posts will  be like giving that portrait its second eye.

I received a few suggestions – I actually liked them all.  The Crescat has “Bat Shit Crazy.” Fr. Z has “Throwing a Nutty.” And now, Cleansing Fire has . . .

“Stop Calling Me a Crypto-Nazi.”

No, it’s not as random as it sounds. Whenever we have a rant-type post here, it has been caused by a liberal or a gaggle thereof. Usually, this liberal and his/her/its  gaggle, after claiming a desire for dialogue, have come out swinging with blows of name-calling,  idiotic insinuations, hollow accusations, and outright rudeness. Kind of like what happens in the video below. I posted this once, several months ago. However, now that our readership has gone from 50 to 500, I think you would benefit by seeing it again:

In case you didn’t get William Buckley’s response to Vidal’s stupidity, he said this: “Listen you queer, stop calling me a crypto-Nazi, or I’ll sock you in the goddamn face and you’ll stay plastered.”

And so, whenever we are attacked, belittled, labeled, mocked, jeered at, treated unfairly, or blocked from the table of “dialogue”, we will label our post “Stop Calling Me a Crypto-Nazi.” If you feel grievously offended that we’d use a phrase from a sentence starting with, “Listen you queer,” I’m sorry – sometimes it’s better to be a little uncharitable and have a smile on your face than to be little-miss-perfect and be boiling over internally, emotionally, and spiritually.”The lesser of two evils,” one might say.

And you have to admit – Buckley’s statement certainly rings true in many, if not most, instances in the Diocese of Rochester.

I would also like to point out for the handful of people who have had their comments sent to the spam box, the trash can, and the fiery depths of the blogging inferno, it is not because we don’t desire dialogue. It seems that whenever we place facts into a post, our detractors come back with personal, pointed, not-so-subtle, “ad hominem” attacks. That’s not dialogue – that’s desperation. Within 25 years, the liberals, hippies, and other victims of their formation will be dead, dying, or retire – and they know this. They see their forty years of work reaching a peak, and then being trampled upon by the new generations of loyal, loving, vibrant Catholics. It’s called reality, and it hurts if you’re not doing the Lord’s bidding.

I would ask you to pray for the Diocese of Rochester – yes, we have this blog and others like it, and we have each other, and we even have several parishes and worship sites which are conducive to authentic Catholic teaching. But if we let the hate-mongers get to us, if we let them rob us of our humor, if we let them make us run and hide, we have lost. Like William Buckley in the 60’s, 70’s, 80’s, and 90’s, we need to be a steady, unwavering example of sane reasoning. He was a crusader for conservative thought, and we need to be crusaders for theological, liturgical, and canonical orthodoxy.

This turned into more than a simple “look at our new tag” kind of post. Sorry about that. Simply put – we aren’t being uncharitable, we’re clinging to our humor and sanity. If you say we’re wrong, stupid, ignorant, heretical, schismatic, fascist, anti-gay, anti-womyn, anti-Vaticn II, that’s when we say, “Stop Calling Me a Crypto-Nazi.”