Tuesday, March 11, 2014

The Gift of Babel

The Power of Babel

Has anyone else noticed that the rambling interviews and Tourette's Syndrome among prelates are marked by a strange, indeed almost supernatural lack of clarity and coherence?

(Image: That the Bones You Have Crushed May Thrill)

Isn't it odd that professional communicators should suddenly find themselves unable to utter an articulate sentence as they possibly move toward overturning 2000 years of the Church's moral witness?

"Come, let us go down and there confuse their language, so that no one will understand the speech of another." Gen 11.7

Just throwing that out there.

One Year Since Francis Became Bishop of Rome

On the first anniversary of Pope Francis' election we can look back on some startling public statements and many heartwarming demonstrations of his humility. Who can forget his confusing introduction on the balcony? There have been moments of dark humor, as when the dove of peace was massacred by a crow and a seagull. There is the novel-length Apostolic Exhortation Evangelii Gaudium. (No, I haven't read it, either.) He has been at his best during the simple three-point homilies. Yet, "Who am I to judge?" remains his catchphrase.

Perhaps he will shrink to fit the office of the papacy in this next year. I think it's fair to say that, so far, it's all about Francis.


  1. Between the multitudes wandering around with 'itching ears' and the prelates who seem programmed to 'open mouth & insert foot', I'm starting to feel like the flock needs nothing so much as a heavenly dousing with sheep dip.

  2. I'm trying to learn the same tolerant fondness I feel for my yappy Yorkie. Except he's super adorable and can't screw up the Church, as far as I know. (Although he has held holy cards hostage for cheese.)


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