The Muslims display the priests are hiding. The theological concept apparel priestly and religious: "Whether you eat, or drink …»
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Muslims display, PRIESTS HIDE. THE THEOLOGICAL CONCEPT OF PRIESTLY AND RELIGIOUS Habit: "ARE YOU EAT, Or drink ... "
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It is disheartening that the Muslims had just arrived in Europe ostentino sometimes with arrogance and spirit of prevarication their typical Clothes that make up the visible outward sign of their beliefs, while members of our secular and regular clergy are camouflaged in civilian clothes among the secular of this world, thus denying a sign is the presence of both Christological testimony.
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Ariel S. Levi di Gualdo
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homophobic vulgarity confirmed
Provocative foolishness similar way confirmed.
«I was wondering: is not that the master of ceremonies, which according to your description "sculettava right and to the left", more than "a few" pinocchetti " (shorts below the knee)», he actually had a couple of… fennels? Because usually, ours – alas, not a few, Unfortunately! – brothers shaking, fagots prefer this model of short trousers....
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slightly homophobic?
Dear Beppe,
I guarantee you that when I go back to do the shopping at the fruit market and one of the greengrocers at the stalls will tell me: "Dad, today we have fennel on offer, fresh and very tender", I will prudently avoid answering – and it is the sacrosanct truth – that since I was a child I have never liked fennel. They never managed to get me to eat them in any way: I read, au gratin, roasted … And my mother and my brother can testify to that.
But, to avoid accusations of homophobia, I will reply to the greengrocer: "No, thank you. I can't eat it Feniculum vulgare».
If the greengrocer will tell me: « … but what kind of ejaculation is this?». I will answer: «Consult a Latin dictionary. Because in this civilized Europe one can blaspheme God, Christ the Madonna and all the Saints, but if you accidentally name a Feniculum vulgare, you risk appearing a little homophobic".
Trying to momentarily leave time and space outside the door, my wife and I enter the church for Holy Mass. It was the Sunday before the commemoration of the deceased.
Under the ambo, resting between the steps, there is a mysterious black bundle. I wonder if it has to do with the approaching Day of the Dead, while the parish priest proceeds towards the altar followed by the parents of the two little ones to be baptized.
Everything goes on spectacularly as usual, among horrendous songs punctuated by the bongo, continuous explanations and funny gags, the priest clapped and ran with the baptized newborns hoisted in his arms like trophies …
But here, Finally, the only miserable mystery that perhaps interests most is revealed. The priest, newly appointed parish priest, informs us that in that bundle, together with mothballs, there is his cassock: an absurd dress, dice, that covering completely, was designed for “to separate” the priest from the people and from the world, make him feel alien to his time, a dress that consequently he will never wear again …
… another demented priest who emerged branded from our disastrous seminars, to whom, be a dress, instead of black, they gave it as a red one, he would also wear that instead of his pajamas to go to sleep at night; and if anyone dared to touch it … he would be as pissed off as anyone painful yen, she wouldn't do humor at all like a clerical woman laughing yen.
Why then, these priests in jeans&Sweater, they are the living quintessence of the worst clericalism, unlike us who wear the cassock also to hide how viscerally anticlerical we are, as well as carrying it manfully to be recognizable and as such always close to the People that God has entrusted to us.
However, more than at first appointment parish priest, everyone deserves compliments on that one bishop champion who made him a priest, and to the bishop who between a sound of bongo and the other allows him to embitter and scandalize the People of God.
…And he's not just any priest, obviously.
He came and went from Palestine to protest against Israel. It's not for nothing that they appointed him national coordinator of Peace of Christ, role which later expired with his appointment as parish priest…
Very expensive.
They are not needed “confirmations”, any priest who lives and suffers the Church from within like us, in a situation of irreversible decline in which the threshold of no return has long been exceeded, would ever question what you wrote, unfortunately we are used to even worse.
Like I told you the last time we saw each other: in situations like yours, who like me is called to true priestly fatherhood, certainly not to socio-political philanthropism or low-grade social welfare, one of the main things she suffers from is the lack of means to protect her children.
There is perhaps worse, for any parent?
In what state of mind and state can a parent find himself unable to guarantee their children the necessary safety, or at least the bare minimum?
Faced with some different cases, but more or less similar to yours, I already explained, included in one of my writings of 2015 to which I refer anyone interested in learning more about the topic [see QUI], that today, a man gifted with the genius and sanctity of Rafael Merry del Val, not only would he never have become bishop and cardinal, but he really wasn't going to become a priest, because they would never let us become it.
Over the last fifty years of history, in the face of the great vocational crisis of the seventies, they have brought into our clergy a more or less boarding army “unsuccessful job seekers“, at best an army of mediocres, convinced that they could function – as many bishops cynically thought at the time – it gives … “labour“, making up for it under the guidance of others, better and more gifted, to the now galloping shortage of clergy. But things went differently, cynicism was rightly punished, ed in breve, these subjects, after having favored the destruction of ancient and wise balances and above all of every ecclesiastical and ecclesiastical rule, they finally made their big one blow, and today we find ourselves with crude and sometimes unsuitable subjects who have risen to the episcopate, with incapable priests becoming diocesan vicars general, seminar directors, parish priests of cathedral churches … and if up until a decade ago some good elements managed to slip through the cracks and become priests, However, he ended up working as a country curate. And when some of these few very good priests, despite having been placed as a country curate, in that campaign he began to attract many faithful eager to benefit from the pastoral care of a true and good priest, not a few times it has happened that these good priests have even been removed from the country parish, leaving them without pastoral roles, if anything, given to defective priests from various dioceses around the world who could barely speak Italian.
I repeat: we have crossed the threshold of no return and sometimes we suffer from the completely convoluted and unwanted impotence that looms over us, and because of which we don't even have the means and tools to protect our children.
The image you offer of the Church that she is losing her own children to play with non-children who will bite her breasts off tomorrow, and that once torn they will spit it out as food for the pigs, she is very beautiful, in its tragedy, but above all realistic.
there, we few devout and faithful priests, tomorrow, in our old age, perhaps we will be the plastic surgeons who, after a devastating breast mastectomy performed due to a tumor with widespread metastases, we will rebuild the breasts of the Holy Bride of Christ. Or at least we will have contributed to training the priest-plastic surgeons who will have to carry out this operation.
Of course, I would never like to find myself face to face with Christ God to answer for having favored the breast cancer of his Holy Bride, why me, to the judgment of God, I believe it, and I therefore act accordingly, many bad bishops and priests, instead, I fear that they don't believe in God's judgment at all; and I say this certainly not to judge their consciences, which I can neither read nor judge, but for the simple fact that this is demonstrated in the public light by their lives and actions.
Ah, this Church now welcoming only one way, in which to be welcomed and loved you must be a refugee who has disembarked from a dinghy in Lampedusa, if anything, they must be Muslims, since in that case the Pope himself comes to wash your feet. Poor, poor, poor Church, how many more children are you losing, to play with non-children who will bite your breasts off tomorrow, and that once torn they will spit it out as food for the pigs!
Premise: Father Ariel knows me and my story, and you can confirm that I am telling the truth, without adding anything or altering the facts.
I am the only child of two parents born to two rich families. I know today, this, in the Church it is a great handicap, Unfortunately I will carry my cross while also feeling guilty.
Schools “in” (strictly by nuns and religious), summer study stays at institutions “in” of London, Paris, Madrid, Vienna starting from 14 year old … and then high school “in”, and still to follow university at Lumsa, during which I spent the summer periods on American campuses, obviously “in” …
In practice I would be the materialization, the contemporary re-edition of the despicable “rich man dressed in purple and byssus” who … “every day he feasted lavishly”, while … “a beggar, named Lazarus, lay at his door, covered in sores, eager to feed himself with what fell from the rich man's table” (Luca 16, 19.31).
At Lumsa, or become an atheist, or you can get closer to faith, and I had always had faith, but lukewarm, little by little I had my reconversion.
I'm jumping forward now because I can't write an autobiographical novel: I thought I had a vocation, that, perhaps, I didn't have, therefore everything could have gone as it was supposed to go. But if, a priestly vocation, I really had it? If as Father Ariel says, vocation remains largely a mystery, I think it's hard to say yes and it's hard to say no.
I'm not talking about tragedy, in my house, especially my dad, who I never remember in my entire life having seen as angry as I was in that period, with my mother telling me … “you'll give him a heart attack”.
I'm jumping ahead again …
A 27 year old, after a degree, a doctorate and a couple of master's degrees in America, I enter a seminar, to the preparatory. And they were for me 2 months and 21 days of continuous, incessant and bad, but really bad humiliations.
I understand that my class, my studies, my experience, my habits and everything we want, they were not those of the seminarians, but while I tried with all my might to adapt to them in every way, on their side, They, they didn't intend to do anything to understand, to welcome me, they didn't even try to make the slightest effort. For them I was daddy's boy who had taken it into his head to be a priest.
At the beginning of the second month, the spiritual father told me this exact phrase: “but you, what need do you have to become a priest?”. I replied to him that one doesn't become a priest out of need and that I really didn't need to become a priest. And he told me, sincerely, I have to admit and acknowledge it: “you must orient yourself towards some ancient order. Yes realistic, our seminarians all come from very simple and modest families. There's no point in being open with them, they will never open up to you anyway. I don't see a solution, unless the bishop sends you to a Roman college, which I would have thought of”. E li, the spiritual father, maybe not very brave, he made a serious mistake, he told me to go to the bishop and ask him if he could send me to this Roman college, while he was, that he should have done it, but maybe he thought …. “he would react badly with me, he could react well with him”. And instead the bishop reacted very badly, telling me that they weren't there for him “first category luxury seminarians and third category popular seminarians”. And given that answer, even badly, I couldn't save myself by putting someone else in trouble, telling the bishop that I had followed the advice of my spiritual father.
I think that 2 months and 21 days of seminar offered me a lesson that I had never had in my life: be not accepted, rejected and even humiliated, I had never had this type of experience.
Maybe I was just an infatuated reconvert, that, returned to the faith, he had thought of aiming for the maximum, to the priesthood. Maybe I never had a vocation, and I tried to convince myself of this. However, when I pray and see the priest celebrate Mass, I feel sometimes that this might not be the case. When I saw Father Ariel celebrate Mass, I would have liked to be in his place, I wanted to be like him.
I did not follow the advice to join a religious order, first, because in the 2012, father ariel, whom I met on the advice of my then confessor, he advised me against it, and I think he was right, explaining that to me, for my parents, the drama would have been even bigger.
The fact that remains certain is that I tried to give the best of me to meet the needs of the seminarians and the seminary, while they, to me, they have had every type of prevention and closure, just because I was guilty of coming from a rich family and having had everything in life, but without anyone appreciating that, to that everything, I was ready to give up. Their, Rather, they should have asked themselves: November's, at the bottom of, what are we giving up?? Maybe to what we would have liked to have but never had? Because the closure and the fury shown towards me, I really don't explain it any other way.
… but it's best to end it here, and close it as I started: today, in the Church, if you don't disembark from a dinghy and if you are not a Muslim brother to be welcomed, you are nobody, but absolutely no one.
Dear Readers of the Island of Patmos, and dear Priests.
If the dear Father Ariel deems appropriate, I offer this personal testimony.
All this, however, requires a premise.
Today I have 74 years old and come from a very wealthy family, which at that time he allowed me “the luxury” to classical studies, majoring in philosophy and medieval literature.
However, let's explain my statement to those who may not understand, since with the dir “luxury”, the aim is to imply that certain studies and specializations do not easily lead to jobs, given that the only place of employment is teaching, that's why the degree in philosophy and classics, era, and it still is today, also said “degree in unemployment”.
A 28 years ago I married my late wife, passed away 14 Years ago, for an incurable disease that took her to the Father's house within the space of 7 months.
My wife came from one of the oldest Neapolitan nobility families, an even wealthier family than mine.
We didn't have children, because my beloved wife could never have it.
I described not just to digress, our social classes and our economic position, but because this is part of a specific discussion.
After many years of research and unpaid work (the evil retribution) at the University, I first became a research doctor, then associate professor, finally full professor. But having my back well covered, I was able to sustain that low-paid condition in the university world, where the first salary “decent” I perceived it at the age of 45 years as an associate professor, after 18 years of apprenticeship.
My philosophical interests led me to undertake theological studies and obtain the theological baccalaureate, the specialist license and the doctorate from the Pontifical University of Saint Thomas Aquinas.
I have always frequented parish and diocesan environments for various events, although when I offered myself for various volunteer activities, I was told no.
Two parish priests denied me teaching catechism, when I was now retired from university I offered to do it, claiming that a person of my cultural level would have seriously embarrassed the other catechists, some of whom have serious difficulties in simply putting together a speech in correct Italian. They denied me from holding lessons and conferences in the local seminary, because in the opinion of the trainers I had a theological approach of “old scholastic and metaphysical system not suited to the reality of the Church and in particular with the pastoral one”, to the point that the rector (the same one who invited Mr. once a year. Enzo Bianchi) he said peremptorily: “it is certainly not the sterile and nebulous academic speculations of the old barons that our seminarians need to become priests”.
I tried to offer what I could offer of what I had acquired and developed in my life, but to every offer I was told no.
When the new bishop arrived years ago, who had the opportunity to know me in the past (when he was invited as a theologian for a conference at our university institute), the prelate welcomed me with great happiness, he was a guest at our house several times and, one evening, talking to me and my wife, he asked if I had ever thought about the permanent diaconate.
Thus began the conversation between the bishop and me, with great joy on my part and especially on my wife.
The obstructionism that was done to the bishop by the priests, However, he was imprudent. And Bishop, who had made the proposal to me himself, he found himself very embarrassed towards me, having to say no to what he himself had proposed to me, after having detailed to me the much good that I could do in his diocese, especially in the field of theological education.
Several years have passed since then, e, after my wife passed away, I have seen people catapulted from the eighth grade diploma to the Higher Institute of Religious Sciences become permanent deacons and graduate after three years of laughable “training”. I saw the greengrocer become permanent deacons, the street vendor in the market, the retired postman, the electrician and the worker (with all my deepest respect both for people and for their very useful work activities). All people who certainly cannot make priests culturally uncomfortable, already so culturally lacking, because of this, at the bottom of, it deals with.
I have seen calls to give lectures in the seminary and at the Higher Institute of Religious Sciences, clumsy socio-political scientists passed off as philosophers, with the aggravating circumstance that they were declared non-believers, and for this reason invited to demonstrate the “precious” thought of a certain secular world, with which the good Catholic must deal … etc, etc.. because the discussion would be long and pitiful.
After my wife's death I began to live more and more in Rome, where we had a house near the Quirinale, and going to Mass in the Basilica of Santa Maria degli Angeli e dei Martiri I met Father Ariel, than in 2011 he became my confessor and helped me a lot, in all human and spiritual aspects.
Often, in his wise writings, some of which sound like prophecies today, this theologian uses the term “blow” … “the coup of the mediocre”, “the coup of the modernists”, the “coup of the heretics”, not to mention de “the coup of the gay lobby” …
Today is underway “stroke of pauperism”, historically linked to various heresies that have manifested themselves in the Church, and especially the 12th/13th century.
At the end I use a phrase repeated to me several times by Father Ariel: “For certain men and women rejected by the whims of jealous priests and the ineptitude of bishops completely devoid of virile attributes (he usually says “no balls” O “no balls”), these subjects risk the eternal damnation of their souls. Because these men and women, they had been sent to the Church by Christ and offered by Christ as gifts, and to reject or destroy gifts sent by Christ, you go to hell”.
This is it, in broad terms, the story of a respectable academic, retired full professor, doctorate in theology at the time, equipped with all the necessary economic means to carry out a ministry within the Church, invited by the bishop himself to become a permanent deacon, but he did not become so because he was guilty of being a wealthy man, man of culture, husband of a noblewoman, scholar of metaphysics and Thomistic theology, etc ..
And this story of mine could also be included in the discussion of Father Ariel's article about the old habit thrown away, which then is the dismissal by bishops and priests of the interior habit, the true helplessness, or as Father Ariel says: “the coup of the mediocre in power”.
Overcome 70 Over the years, I have kept the money necessary to lead a comfortable life until the end of my days, not having had children, I returned/donated two old properties inherited from my wife's estate and which were part of the origin of her family's assets, to his (and mine) eldest grandson. I kept myself a little’ of savings, my state pension, a second private pension, a house in the city and one by the sea and I sold the rest, giving everything, money included, in memory of my wife, to a charity I trust that mainly deals with pediatric oncology.
Today, in the diocese I was talking about, they talk about closing the higher institute of religious sciences due to lack of funds, they are constantly asking for money for the seminar, they complain about the lack of resources for Caritas, the parish priests announce from Sunday to Sunday that they can't afford the expenses, there is even fear of merging the diocese with another diocese, reaching the diocese in question to not even 100.000 faithful …
I am sorry, but as is well known: is collected, before or after, what has been sown.
I also quote Father Ariel in this regard: “If the rich are beaten, then you can't help the poor, unless, pope and bishops, they don't start minting money and printing banknotes”.
Word health!
Distinguished Professor.
Reading it I feel a certain scent of my areas between its lines (Naples/Campania in general), but perhaps this is not the case, because the whole world is a country.
He did well to allocate his capital as he intended it, avoiding the potential risk, I'm not saying "certain" but "potential", that he ended up living in one of his buildings for "uncle's sake", the do-nothing nephew of some priest well-connected with the curia, paying if anything the symbolic rent of two lire a month, like the nephew of a “curial priest” who lives in an attic of 200 m2 overlooking the sea, which is for summer rental only, in these coastal areas it would not be rented for less than 5.000/7.000 € per month, according to the low or high summer season, but he pays 110 € per month.
“Uncle's love” …
I confess that I feel a perverse pleasure … quasi “erotic” (I know that with a character like p. Ariel you can make such jokes), when on Sunday, inside the alms basket, I put 10 cents in 10 coins from 1 cent.
My wife says I'm a sick mind, but then she laughs too.
10 cents in coins from 1 cent is the fairest offer that an Emilian entrepreneur, Catholic born into a Catholic family, can do to “new course”, seen that in churches (at least in those in our area) we are only talking about the poor, of refugees, of non-EU citizens … and, in fact we are also talking about the rich, but to say how selfish they are, supporters of all social injustices, and not sensitive to the pastoral care of Pope Francis who wants a poor church for the poor.
And we all (I speak to my fellow Catholic entrepreneurs) we must work hard to impoverish this church, so much … more than the Pope is impoverishing her, how much we could ever impoverish it?
That's enough, with donations to parishes to build parish cinemas, the football pitch and the youth rooms, nursery schools, assistance centers for needy families … enough with the donation to the parishes of complexes by the sea and in the mountains to bring the children of families who could never take their children to the sea or in the mountains for a month, etc… enough, enough, Enough of all this!
Because we also all want a poor church for the poor!
When my maternal grandfather, in the 1950s, he donated a kindergarten to the parish which he paid for out of the blue, from construction to interior furnishings, he certainly didn't imagine, which tomorrow would become an accommodation for “Negroni” Muslims who spend their days glued to the latest smartphones. And for “Negroni” I mean young men in physical health that would be the envy of most of our children, nothing but refugees who fled wars and hunger, call them by their name: colonizers!
Catholic entrepreneurs from all over Emilia: unite!
Let's help Pope Francis to fully have a poor church for the poor, in which he, as he stated, he would kneel before the poor “flesh of Christ”.
And I won't even get into the equation-based discussion “poor=good”, because we would have to spend the night talking.
Launch the campaign too: “10 cents in 10 coins from 1 cent in the offering basket”, and what about the 8X1000, do what I did this year: assign it to the State.
Diocese of Southern, Mass of the patron saint of the diocese, present around 100 priests, almost all of the presbytery …
Impossible to describe them all.
The master of ceremonies of the bishop arrived in the sacristy, in the cathedral, with a shirt that reproduced the colors of the flag of peace, a pair of “pinocchi” (shorts below the knee) and bathing shoes at the foot.
He talked to many priests, dates ceremonial provisions, directions … he spoke, greeted, sculettando to the right and to the left, going 2 times to see if everything was all right on the presbytery, and this while the cathedral was already full of people half …
Welcomed the bishop who meanwhile had arrived with 15 minutes early, and then it disappeared, returning a few minutes later dressed in his purple cassock.
About 100 priests only 3 we had the cassock on him: I, that I have 36 year old, two elderly 78 e 82 year old.
I do not describe the clothing of the other conditions, I think the bishop's master of ceremonies description is enough …
Dear Brother.
Let us take it to laugh, although they should be paid into tears of blood.
I wondered: is not that the master of ceremonies, which according to your description "sculettava right and to the left", more than "a few" pinocchetti " (shorts below the knee)», had indeed a few … fennel?
Because usually, ours – alas, not a few, Unfortunately! – confreres sculettano, prefer this short pants model … i fennel.
To be sure I can tell you this: if the bishop who ordained me in the Holy priestly order, He is arriving in the sacristy of the cathedral, He had found a master of ceremonies tanned in the way you described, He would disheveled with two baritone shouts. And I can guarantee that the faithful who were already seated in the pews of the cathedral, They would hear a burst of words longshoreman, because these were the words that the bishop would reverse on a similar subject.
A quel point, some priest, he then informed the faithful that while the bishop and his priests were preparing, He had entered the cathedral sacristy of a stranger who had shouted vulgar profanity, before being promptly removed. Thereby saving – rightly – the public image of the bishop.
Dear Father Ariel, that's all: the bishop had asked me as a religion teacher in a high school. A week later he calls me and (Strictly) He tells me face to face these exact words: “if you show up at school with his cassock I remove the teaching”.
I state: the bishop was in his dress studio in sweatpants, But with the Anellone and Crocione pendant bib on written “Adidas” the suit.
I answered him (but that he already knew) that my cassock was appreciated by teachers and students. He replies the bishop: “I do not care what they like, you should only affect what I consider appropriate I”.
You have a comment to make me?
Dear Brother.
Basically he told you … “I do not care what pleases Christ, only interested in what you like my destructive ideology”.
The way I would react I, It is not to be taken as an example, although me tell you too. I would have watched the’ “Anellone” and the “crock” and I would have intimated: "Now you take off off these pieces of jewelery, because even housewives, When wearing slippers are in their homes in the wild after doing the kitchen and the laundry, bear wearing the trinkets, if only because those put out of the house, when they go to the market to do the shopping with the other wives'.
Anyhow: when the bishop asks it or worse requires you coercively things that are in stark contrast to the canon law of the Church, the exhortations of the Supreme Pontiffs and the directives given by the Italian Episcopal Conference, nothing must be obeyed, indeed you should expect to feel ashamed, because the Church does not allow exceptions to their laws to works of criticism of those who will, these laws, It is in charge of enforcing them.
They want collegiality?
And that is collegiality! We priests are the direct and close collaborators of the bishop, we are not vassals places by the King under the moods and whims of the feudal lord. The bishop “It is not the law” nor can it impose “lin his law“, He is the one who enforces the law, which it is the first and devoted servant.
Dear brother Federico, I suppose I have several years older than you, sharing with you the same priesthood, that is not measured in “years of service”, the sacrament is for everyone.
When our previous bishop, Thanks be to God departed for elsewhere after a few years, then he came into my dress parish clergyman for confirmations of the boys, I who was waiting with the faithful in front of the church door, dressed in cassock and surplice and stole to greet salute, I went to the car, I did not get off, hall of claret e disse … “please, turn the back”. And I let the bishop in the sacristy passing by canon.
And I explained why, telling him that the parishioners would remain negatively affected, that some would have felt even compared missed, why older and older, above all, They were accustomed to seeing the bishop reach otherwise. And I said, … “her Excellency he returns in the bishop after confirmations, and I have to stay here to give explanations for a few weeks”.
The faithful saw the bishop saved out in a procession from the sacristy.
I have never been sympathetic to him and he was never nice to me. Throughout his stay in the diocese, cresimare to the guys in my parish has always sent the vicar general. I have observed, always, seeing only the very few times that he called me. He is gone, I stayed. A me, people, they continue to be fond, his, not even remember.
And no one has done anything to me.
This is a brief experience of a senior priest of you.
When you need to pull out … the claws!
Dear Brother.
From what you wrote to me I answer: Your bishop is a poor demented.
That's all.
And to a priest, having to deal with a demented, What is pastorally always very complex and delicate.
But when the madman is his bishop, more than before the complexity and delicacy, we are before the tragedy, a tragedy often completely unmanageable.
The rest I'll tell you in private, even because, these situations, always go and rigor reported to the Holy See, which will do nothing, but at least, tomorrow, when disaster will be striking, that no one dares to say by the various Roman dicasteries: « … but we did not imagine … we did not know … we had not been informed …».
Therefore it is important to point out certain facts and situations to Awarded Company of Pontius Pilate, although the practice even respond, do this but, tomorrow, even more aggravate their accountability to the people of God and before God.
« […] the same brother priests that they, when they were pleasant gossip with the head of the congregation of the destroyers, namely the modernist bishop and pauperistic à la page, delighted to be defined as "those priests anachronistic out of time, always stuck in a morbid way that rag of a cassock […]»
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I was wondering if in your last sentence if you were talking to me (!?).
Yet my story did not I ever told, I do now: two years ago I was summoned by the new bishop by examining the list of secular priests and their demographic age (the series: a real war report!), given the shortage of clergy in our diocese Nordic (Piedmont) and given the high age of priests, He thought of putting a young man in a big parish run by a priest nearly eighty, tired and unfortunately sick, because he had not really much of a choice for the parts.
The vicar general, Chancellor, the person in charge of that vicariate manifested not liking to me, but the bishop, rightly, he wanted to know me.
I introduced myself by the bishop in cassock wearing. And the bishop I dreaded not even why he had summoned me, He said that he had called me just to know me, I am having seen only fleetingly at the ceremony of his taking possession of the chair, He asked four things of circumstance, I said so many and dismissed me.
The vicar general, the cacelliere, the person in charge of that vicariate then said to the bishop … “We see that we were right? He saw how you are immediately presented? A priest of 32 year old (then I had 32 year old) con la speaker, when for years no longer carries any?”.
In that parish appointed shortly after a parochial administrator, not being able to appoint parish priest, because the priest was not appointed Italian citizen, it is a South American final in our area unclearly, and during masses does everything: songs pop, dances, homilies in dialogue, projection of cartoons to the children's mass, a concert in the church on Good Friday … but above all it never would present the bishop in cassock on him.
That's all.
Nothing before the love of Christ.
The next pope, if God will grant another, It will have to start right from the basics.
Maybe, a Pope Gregorio.