Friday, January 30, 2015

Sexual Schism



Michael Voris nails it. Many, if not most, of the evils the Church faces are nothing more than products of a disordered sexuality. We have told God, "No, this part of my life I reserve to myself. You are not welcome here." Voris correctly observed that, as with previous great crises, it is clergy that are poisoning the Church. We should be witnessing to a corrupt generation. Instead we are imitating it.

2015 is going to be a crucial year for the Church. The elderly wolves in their moth-eaten sheep disguises know they have only a little time. They are ridiculous figures, really, prancing around our altars in go-go boots and love beads.

We have so few weapons. Perhaps mockery is forgivable in this emergency.

1 comment:

  1. Bear said:

    "2015 is going to be a crucial year for the Church. The elderly wolves in their moth-eaten sheep disguises know they have only a little time. They are ridiculous figures, really, prancing around our altars in go-go boots and love beads."

    DISCO
    DECAYED

    Disco-decayed
    They cancelled all color
    Sanctuaries stripped
    First Communions were duller.

    No crinoline whites
    Pale hues they stressed
    Only pearled-Pharisees
    Are ever so dressed.

    Roses, carnations,
    Flowers, all manners
    Left just to wither
    Gainst assertive beige banners.

    Pillars of marble
    Corinthian styles
    They decided to paint
    Like pink bathroom tiles.

    Cassocks of red
    Habits blue, white,
    Robes of distinction
    Extinct over night.

    Missals with pages
    Embossed in gloss-gold
    Latin in tint
    English-black to behold.

    Even the ribbons
    To mark scriptural prayers
    Were of green, yellow, silvers
    So to keep us from errors.

    The soft votive flames
    The red opaque glass
    Gave an aura of stillness
    Like time could not pass.

    Yet time it passed
    Vividness drained
    And populations without color
    Cannot be sustained.

    So those underground
    With red blood in blue veins
    Birthed knowledge, the arts
    Great virtues they gained.

    They did not decay
    God’s colors kept green
    For the day up above
    Once again to be seen.

    Except for those beige
    Banner-like-blind
    Gray fertility fades
    In their black open minds.

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