Novus Ordo Church

Oh, those wacky sedevacantists.


Now, I have to admit, there was a time when I was highly sympathetic to the traditionalist cause. The liturgy of my childhood was certainly not the liturgy of my parents’ childhood, and for a deeply romantic lad steeped in a love of all things past, that was a painful reality. I gazed at pictures of old vestments and altars and longed to worship as my ancestors had done. I wondered what could possibly have gone wrong to change so much so fast, and talk of “the smoke of Satan entering the Church” was frequently heard in our social circles.

But much has changed in my life, and I have changed apace. That is a long story to go into, but suffice it to say for the moment that now, when I read a tweet like that above, I am just sad. Sad for people who would rather believe in a vast demonic conspiracy and a train of anti-popes than open themselves to the possibility of change. Sad that the Body of Christ is continually riven into such petulant warring factions. Sad that we cannot all be working together to worship and glorify the God we all love, and who died for all of us. Schism makes me sad, and most days I can only pray that God will help me find some shred of hope to hang onto in this regard, for it is so tempting to despair that the dream ut unam sint will ever become a reality.


CIC, Lefebvre, and the Holy Spirit

“I think the Holy Spirit worked to allow the 1983 Code of Canon Law because it provided less severe penalties for the 1988 Consecrations versus what would have been the penalty under the 1917 Code that was replaced. 1983 gave the Archbishop an avenue to persue [sic] the Consecrations that wouldn’t have been available otherwise.”

Ah, the old Latin Mass! It continues to just bring the crazy right out in people. The above comment was on an acquaintance’s Facebook post this morning.  I hadn’t had my coffee yet, so I was not awake enough to be appalled, but it certainly juiced me up a bit and got my wheels turning.

The Archbishop in question, of course, is the late Marcel Lefebvre, founder of the schismatic Society of Saint Pius X. In an act of flagrant disobedience, he set himself and his followers outside the pale of the Church of Rome by consecrating a number of like-minded men as bishops without papal approbation.

Such a statement as the one quoted at the outset is a graceless attempt to elevate Lefevbre to a figure of mythic destiny. If the Holy Spirit is going to “allow” the Universal Church to completely revise its body of law for the sole purpose of establishing less severe penal sanctions for the favor of one arrogant rogue archbishop, then Marcel and his band of merry men are clearly ordained by God for some most exalted purpose. Call me a cynic, but I don’t buy it for one second.