This morning during lauds, "Red Death," the Bear's former driver, bodyguard and factotum, a.k.a. "The Shepherdess," the Bear's mate, said this during the intercessions:
"And bring healing and comfort to those who are sick of our parish."
The Bear burst out laughing. Of course, she meant it in the sense of "the sick who are of our parish." On the other hand, maybe it isn't a bad prayer for all of us.
On another topic, the Bear has further considered the Bishop of Rome's bizarre Florence "soft flesh" of doctrine speech. The Bear feels sorry for the Holy Father. The Bear wonders if we are witnessing an impaired man thrust into the limelight. What is sad about this is that he is clearly out of his depth. Worse, his delusions, obsessions and apparent pettiness are made a public spectacle in the classic "The Emperor has no clothes" fashion.
The man can barely speak a coherent paragraph, although he's good enough for a classic three-point homily on morals. His more ambitious addresses are filled with oddities that make you think "who the heck talks like this?"
Was he put forward at the conclave by a sinister cabal who knew Jorge Bergoglio would be a pliable tool? Or was "Team Bergoglio" laughing up their sleeves as they watched someone who is sadly impaired let loose upon the Church, hoping that it could only advance their agenda?
There are foxes in the Church, torches tied to their tails, and themselves tied tail to tail, as old Samson did to burn the crops of the Philistines. And there is the Bishop of Rome ("oh, no, I'm much too humble to be called the Pope, please note that down.") Liberal by constitution, Modernist by choice, and probably impaired due to no fault of his own, clapping his hands like Nero in childlike delight as the pretty flames burn up everything.
In the end the Christians, rather, the "fundamentalists" will be blamed.
Bring healing and comfort to those who are sick of our Church.
And may the Church survive Mad Pope Francis. Better to think him mad than the other alternatives.
It will. We don't know what form the restoration will take. We don't know when it will happen. Maybe everything will be burned down by the foxes, until there is nothing left worth fighting over. Except the truth, which Team Bergoglio could care less about. Jettisoning doctrine from the Barque of Peter and dialogue for the sake of dialogue. (Whenever the Bear hears the word "dialogue" he reaches for his revolver.)
There are two things the Bear knows.
Nail your foot to the floor in front of your favorite pew and die there.
But don't forget to shine your little Catholic heart out! (Maybe you can outshine the flames.)
Make your own personal fortress out of prayers so the foxes can never reach your heart, and the troublesome men may never discourage you for long. Their clocks are all running. And so is yours, for that matter. Either way, we won't have to put up with them for long. That's the thought you should be fixed on, and be ready.
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