Wednesday, October 15, 2014

"The Children are Right to Laugh at You."

There is a time to blog, and there is a time to refrain from blogging. The Bear is pretty sure that's in the Bible somewhere.

Once when the hapless Ralph Wiggums, a kid in the Simpsons, uttered one of his trademark stupid comments, and the teacher said, "The children are right to laugh at you."

At long last, the Catholic Church has reached its Ralph Wiggums moment.

The world's largest employer of homosexuals demands that we all value gay super powers the Church needs now more than ever.

Indeed, the children are right to laugh at the Church.

The Bear will resist the temptation to further ridicule. There's really not much more to say about this fiasco in the Bear's opinion. The Church's ability to communicate has become deranged since Pope Francis came on the scene.

Of course, it isn't about homosexuals. They are a minuscule percentage of the population, at least outside the Church. However, they are a minuscule percentage that has become the touchstone for social acceptability. What it is really about is the Church turning away from Christ to dance to the tune of the Prince of the World. It's that old pinch of incense in new form, and the sickly sweet smoke is billowing from the synod chambers.

Does this mean the Church is merely a human institution that follows worldly fashions, only one bad pope away from a crash-and-burn?

You see, this is the Bear's secret fear. This doesn't look like much of a rock, not very gates-of-Hell-won't-prevail. This looks like the floor of the Democratic national convention, although no one has actually -- yet -- booed God. This looks like all the other so-called Catholic institutions that can't wait to demonstrate their relevance, their tolerance, their godlessness. This looks like the Israelites of old whoring after those hip, fun-loving Canaanite gods.

In a word, the Church looks like a fake. Phoniness is becoming the Catholic rule, not the exception.

More precisely, it reminds us that the Church has looked like a fake since Vatican II struck with all its fury and wiped away centuries of truth and beauty. The cognitive dissonance is cranked up as far as it will go, and there is surely more to come.

The Bear thinks it is good to vent these fears. So now where do we go?


The Pope loves to talk about walking, even more than smelling. This is a time for sitting, like Job's friends: sitting, lest we keep on walking. We go nowhere and we formulate no answers. We wait, like Job, and we wait like the exiles of the prophet Jeremiah's time. Better times may come. Or they may not. May the Bear be found waiting in either case.

"And I am brought to nothing, and I knew not. I am become as a beast before thee: and I am always with thee."


  1. A few comments and observations.

    I have been encouraged by the outrage expressed by Cdl. Burke and some of the other Cardinals and Bishops. It is a great consolation to know that my prayers for strong, orthodox, holy leaders has been answered.

    We in the West are decadent. The real future of the Church seems to me to be more and more in Africa and Asia.

    Over the summer I pounded Ezekial pretty hard. It seems to me that God laments the faithlessness of the Hebrews as one laments a wayward harlot spouse. God is very patient with the faithless spouse Israel. And, then He wasn't patient anymore. I expect, as many now do, a similar chastening. In justice, how can we not? Will I be around to see the chastening and our return to God? Probably not...

    So it goes. Poo tee weet.

  2. Quomodo sedet sola civitas.

    The Church has experience of solitude and desolation, most notably in the existentially solitary suffering of the Blessed Mother after the Crucifixion, when she summoned the faith to hold firm in hope against all expectation, at a moment when temptation pressed upon her the horrible suggestion that there was no hope. That is the sword that pierced her immaculate heart. Devotion to "la Soledad" is well known in the Hispanic world. As for Francis, with all his duplicity and pride and error, the man preserves (who knows why?) a Marian piety. Pray that our Lady may lead him back to her Son.

  3. There is no doubt in my mind that the Church is the Church, founded on the Rock, the Rock being Peter and his successors, and will always last. These days have actually increased that faith. I mean, look at this crud; how are we here at all? And Christ doesn't lie.

    Now, I do entertain doubts, which grow, about whether Francis is the pope or an anti-pope. I don't make that call yet, because:
    1. Most importantly, it's not my call.
    2. I don't have all the necessary facts.
    3. People will assume I'm sede, or crazy, or both. (I'm not, actually).

    There is a pope. I assume that it is Francis, but think it might still be Benedict. The Cardinal Siri thesis (and thus what is actually thought of today as the doorway to sedevacantism) I understand, but do not ascribe to. That rabbit hole is too deep for me, so I ignore it.

    I don't need to decide this conundrum unless or until Francis actually proposes something for belief in faith and morals, which would demand religious submission, that is in fact heretical. Or until the real pope comes out and proves its him and not the one we see. Then I have to make a call. Until then, it would be stupid and presumptuous. I mean, who am I?

    Lastly, I will say that if it is Benedict I wouldn't be surprised, and it would solve every intellectual and moral problem of which we are all looking down the barrel. Of course, it would create great practical problems, but pshaw! What are they.

    Sorry for rambling.

  4. Thank you Bear. This is very encouraging. I especially like the comparison to Job sitting and waiting out a horrific trial without denying God. We do so need the virtue of fortitude right now.

  5. the whole Job allusion.....Bear at his very best.


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