April, 2003, TWO HOLY THURSDAYS. Had a good one-two punch Holy Thursday, with attendance first at my Tridentine-mass church, where some 125 or so huddled in a church that is really a chapel . . .

. . . for the potentially long and boring service that turned out rather good, and second at my neighborhood RC church, cathedral-like and all Gothic, where I had the same experience.

It helped that I came late to the latter, missing the foot-washing and sermon, but catching the guts of it — offertory to end of mass — in church with six or seven hundred people.

The culmination was the parade of the Host back and forth up and down aisles, people genuflecting as the main priest carried it past them in their pews. I had the feeling of that drama that comes when the great man passes the crowd massed at the curbs, waving, little kids held up to see, etc.

This was a good solid boost to faith. Music fit the situation, etc. We were all with it, a churchful of attentive, even (quietly) enthusiastic people. It didn’t hurt any that the priest on parade is a Jesuit I have known since we were novices together in 1950 and, more important, that he is a transparent guy without apparent agenda except to do the work of the moment.

Walked out of there with a sense of having been at worship that works, to use a largely Unitarian expression with wide usage elsewhere, as in a Lutheran publication with the essay fascinatingly titled, “’Blended Worship That Works’ or Cuisinart Worship That Sucks,” a helpful, witty diatribe vs. popularized liturgy.

For instance:

The fundamental “worship issue” of our day is the loss of a distinctive Lutheran ethos.

Writer spoke of (and for?) Lutherans. Ask yourself, for Romans too? Is something threatening our ethos?

The laity . . . is largely uninstructed in either biblical theology or liturgics. Relevance thus easily becomes more important than reverence, innovation trumps fidelity, catering to individual tastes is superior to the care of the whole communion of the saints.

Or it sometimes seems so?

Instead of liturgical practices transforming us and our culture, culture is transforming our Sunday mornings. [!] When one is naive about the power of modernity, and simultaneously arrogant in thinking that [his or her] Synod [liturgy?] alone can sanctify modern cultural forms spawned by secularism, trouble is a’ brewin’.

So the Lutheran observer speculated in 2003. And so might a Roman speculate about his or her Roman liturgy in 2026.

I attribute my reaction on this Holy Thursday long ago in part to my few-hours-earlier experience in the severe, near puritanical atmosphere of the Tridentine-mass service, with its overriding sense of the importance of doing things right in matters large and small.

This Tridentine service was serious worship. No fooling around, improvising, or indulging in casual manner. The sermon went with it.

Not a scolding word in it, but matter-of-fact discussion of how worshipers are to respond to the mysteries. The preacher-pastor said he had been in all this instructed by “holy mother the church” not only in rubrics for this mass but also in the content of his sermon.

He talked about the priesthood and only tangentially noted the current bad situation, making a point that had been made countless times, that one of the original 12 turned out bad.

He also noted that the current situation provides an opening for critics of the pope who don’t like the way he does things anyway.

(It’s occurred to me not that the current situation does not cry out to heaven — under John Paul II a toe-the-line leader — but that a John XXIII, lovable and permissive, would not be the same target for media around the Western world.)

In any case, the Tridentine service supplies something that’s missing in the Novus Ordo (new liturgy), and not just in the organized nature of foot-washing on Holy Thursday, done with dispatch and strictly by the celebrant of a dozen men who are parishioners, and not a dragged-out, chaotic affair such as extends the service too long. It supplies a seriousness and an objectivity about what’s happening.

Current liturgy, on the other hand, is therapeutic. Our neighborhood mainstream preacher on Good Friday night, for instance, was at pains to say the day was “not a downer,” that we die daily (implying that we should not fear death, I think: it was metaphor city in an obfuscatory sermon), that we have crosses enough to bear in daily life. I agree with much of it that I could understand, but the good-natured morale-boosting of it all is thin gruel.

Nonetheless, it was good on this long-ago Thursday to experience the two kinds of Catholic worship back to back, with good results at least on one day of the holy triduum.

As to noting liturgical changes from the above-mentioned Lutheran viewpoint, if we see our worship life minimizing the influence of historic traditions and their liturgical expression, we risk treating worship as thinly disguised self-improvement.

We may ask how does our congregation’s worship reflect tradition? How has it innovated practice unique to our congregation and the current time?

How the new mass came about. A history of determined and successful efforts by the Johnny Appleseeds of the liturgical 20th century . . . (Cautionary note: As you sow, so will you reap.)

In the eighteenth century, the liturgy had ceased to be a vital force in Catholicism. Admirably restored by St. Pius V, it had suffered the repeated assaults of Jansenism and Quietism.

The disciples of Jansenius had led the faithful away from the practice of the sacraments. The Quietists, who had claimed to reach God directly, had turned souls away from the liturgy, which is the intermediary determined by the Church between God and ourselves.

This was the period when triumphant Gallicanism was composing its diocesan liturgies, which resembled one another only in their anti-Roman character.

In Germany, Febronius, Auxiliary Bishop of Treves, was spreading his ideas; in Italy there was the work of Ricci, Bishop of Pistoia, condemned with his council by Pope Pius VI in the bull Auctorem Fidei on August 28, 1794.

Auctorem Fidei?

“a forceful condemnation of the errors of the robber synod of Pistoia which had taken place in 1786 in Pistoia (Tuscany), Italy.

“Like the modernist Second Vatican Council . . . of the Novus Ordo Church, the synod of Pistoia introduced novelties under a veil of ambiguity, thus injecting the poison of error all the more cunningly into unwary souls.”!

Oh my. The word synod comes popping out, does it not? At the heart of our two most recent popes’ resurrecting this tried and untrue foundation of our current wave of change for the sake of what, progress??? They think so, to be sure . . .

All in all, liturgy came on hard times in the 18th century. It had been restored by Pius V two centuries earlier, but Jansenism and Quietism had done their damage, the first by discouraging people from mass and confession, the latter for its claim to do nicely without them, replaced by each using his or her personal pipeline to God.

Gallicanism was rampant, meaning that Gaul, now early-modern France, once divided into three parts, was now divided into many more, as each diocese went its anything-but-Roman way when it came to liturgy.

There was trouble also in Germany, where an auxiliary bishop was spreading bad ideas — a forceful condemnation of the errors of the robber synod of Pistoia which had taken place in 1786 in Pistoia (Tuscany), Italy.

Like the modernist Second Vatican Council (1962-65) of the Novus Ordo Church, the synod of Pistoia introduced novelties under a veil of ambiguity, thus injecting the poison of error all the more cunningly into unwary souls.

All this “anti-liturgical heresy” fit nicely with the chaos about to engulf all when the revolution broke out in France.

And in Italy the bishop of Pistoia, in Tuscany, was far enough off base to merit a special condemnation by Pius VI in his bull Auctorem Fidei in 1794.

Auctorem Fidei was issued by Pius VI, then exiled in France, in 1794, in condemnation of Gallican and Jansenist acts and tendencies of the Synod of Pistoia eight years previously, in1786.

It is important to note that Leopold II, grand duke of Tuscany (1765-90), pursued the ecclesiastical policy of his brother, Joseph II of Austria, assuming authority over church matters in his duchy.

In 1785, he sent fifty-seven articles to each bishop in Tuscany with orders to consider them in a diocesan synod, which he meant as preliminary to a national synod, when they were finally to be discussed.

The bishop of Pistoia, Scipio de’ Ricci, held his diocesan synod, and approved all fifty-seven of the duke’s articles, adding others in the same of similar import.

Among them were the following:

* All ecclesiastical authority comes directly from the members of the Church at large, whose commissioned ministers the pastors are. The pope is only ministerially head of the Church.

* Bishops do not depend on the pope for any jurisdiction in the government of their diocese. In diocesan synods parish priests have the same right of voting and deciding as the bishop.

* Reserved cases should be abolished. Excommunication has only an external effect.

* Civil rulers have the right to decide what’s a diriment (unviolable) impediment to matrimony and of dispensing from them.

* Bishops are not bound to make an oath of obedience to the pope before their consecration.

* Each church should have only one altar; the liturgy should be in the vernacular, and only one Mass should be celebrated on Sundays.

Leopold caused a national synod to be held at Florence in 1787, but he found the other bishops less pliant than Scipio de’ Ricci.

Nevertheless he continued assuming all ecclesiastical authority, prohibited all appeals to the pope, and even appointed bishops, to whom the pope of course refused canonical institution.

Finally, “Auctorem Fidei” was published, in which eighty-five articles taken from the Synod of Pistoia were catalogued and condemned. After publication of the Bull, Scipio de’ Ricci submitted.

In 1805 he achieved a meeting with Pius VII in Florence on his way to Rome from exile in France And asked in person for pardon amid reconciliation. He died repentant in 1810 in the Dominican convent of San Marco at Florence.

Sources?

APA citation. O’Riordan, M. (1907). Auctorem Fidei. In The Catholic Encyclopedia. New York: Robert Appleton Company. Retrieved October 19, 2018 from New Advent:

MLA citation. O’Riordan, Michael. “Auctorem Fidei.” The Catholic Encyclopedia. Vol. 2. New York: Robert Appleton Company, 1907. 19 Oct. 2018.

Transcription. This article was transcribed for New Advent by Douglas J. Potter. Dedicated to the Sacred Heart of Jesus Christ.

Ecclesiastical approbation. Nihil Obstat. 1907. Remy Lafort, S.T.D., Censor. Imprimatur. +John M. Farley, Archbishop of New York.

Contact information. The editor of New Advent is Kevin Knight, webmaster@newadvent.org. Copyright © 2017 by Kevin Knight.

Jesus laid down the law called for loving enemies and what comes from doing so . . .

Plus what a Jesuit poet did to handle the challenge . . .

In Luke 6:27-38, today’s gospel reading, leaving about as much room as a “shalt not kill”:

To you who hear, I say love your enemies, do good to those who hate you, bless those who curse you, pray for those who mistreat you. To the person who strikes you on one cheek, offer the other one as well, and from the person who takes your cloak, do not withhold even your tunic. Give to everyone who asks of you, and from the one who takes what is yours do not demand it back.

Hard words. He continues:

Do to others as you would have them do to you.
For if you love those who love you,
what credit is that to you?
Even sinners love those who love them.
And if you do good to those who do good to you,
what credit is that to you?
Even sinners do the same.

He further explains, sounding more like a Sunday preacher.

Samples:

If you lend money to those from whom you expect repayment,
what credit is that to you?

Happens every day, of course! Sinners do it, right? “Lend expecting nothing back?” Not quite . . .

But rather, love your enemies and do good to them,
and ;
then your reward will be great
and you will be children of the Most High,
for he himself is kind to the ungrateful and the wicked.
Be merciful, just as also your Father is merciful.

Glory be to God Ah, of course. Yet more as the speaking continues . . .

“Stop judging and you will not be judged.
Stop condemning and you will not be condemned.
Forgive and you will be forgiven.

Sweet Jesus! Reward on the spot, yes.

Give and gifts will be given to you;

Thank God!

a good measure, packed together, shaken down, and overflowing,
will be poured into your lap.
For the measure with which you measure
will in return be measured out to you.”

Oh my, what a message. If not here on earth, then in heaven. The essence of God being in heaven and, yes! All being right with the world!

Speaking of which, we might turn to the 19th-century Jesuit Gerard Manley Hopkins with cause to resent that he did not allow to take charge and found God already manifesting Himself in “dappled things” and “skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow.”

Pied Beauty

Glory be to God for dappled things—
For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow;
For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim;
Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches’ wings;
Landscape plotted and pieced—fold, fallow, and plough;
And all trades, their gear and tackle and trim.

All things counter, original, spare, strange;
Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?)
With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim;
He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change:
Praise Him.

Wandered a bit there . . .

CHURCH NEEDS MORE MASCULINE PRIESTS

https://www.catholicleague.org/church-needs-more-masculine-priests/

The assault on masculinity has been going on inside and outside of the Catholic Church for decades, but it is now at a fever pitch. To cite one recent example, in his February 21 article, New York Times columnist Nicholas Kristof blamed masculinity for the sexual abuse scandals in the Catholic and Southern Baptist Churches. The Southern Baptist Convention was recently investigated by reporters.

Kristof quotes Serene Jones, president of the Union Theological Society: “They [the two Churches] both have very masculine understandings of God, and have a structure where men are considered the closest representatives of God.”

Which in her view is a problem.

But why Southern Baptists?

Why did the Houston Chronicle and the San Antonio Express-News investigate the Southern Baptist Convention? There are several other Baptist denominations, so why the Southern Baptists? Alternatively, why didn’t they choose to probe the Episcopalians, Lutherans, Methodists, or Presbyterians?

Let me take a wild guess. It’s for the same reason the media, until now, have focused exclusively on the Catholic Church: both Churches are known for their orthodox Christian teachings on sexuality. If they can be discredited, their moral voice will be compromised. One would have to be ideologically blind not to see what’s going on.

and why ask Jones?

Why did Kristof tee it up for the president of the Union Theological Seminary? Because he knew she would feed his narrative. This New York-based institution has long been home to “progressive” thinkers, including dissident Catholic theologians (it has even employed those who have been banned from teaching at Catholic colleges due to their wholesale rejection of Catholicism).

World without end, a meditation . . .

Glory be to God, we say, more times than we can count. Of course we do. And we add, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, I mean Spirit, as it was in the beginning, is now and ever shall be, world without end. Amen.

The beginning? Of time, that is. Time? What’s that? It’s what marches on. We count days. Before and after. In time, what started when God decided. He said let there be time and it happened.

Before that . . . It defies description. We know only what He has told us, what we can assume. Thing to remember is, God invented time. He never not existed, but always. There was never a beginning for him.

It adds to our awe, does it not? We go to church as believers focused not on ourselves as needy people but on Him who not only lives forever but never did not live. Everything flows from Him, this Lord and God of ours, to whom we owe everything.

So when we pray, we might act with that in mind. Make Him the focus of our attention. The world is at His disposal. He created earth and at the same time heaven, which is where we come in. He it is whom each of us can engage in conversation, i.e. prayer.

This puts prayer in a new light? For me it did. Along came the Son in creator garb, to complete the process. Blessed (by us) be God forever. We are blessed to return the favor.

Ideally. Falling short the best of us, them we call saints, many (most?) not recognized by the all too human ecclesia (church), our imperfect but mostly well-meaning vehicle — egad, current holy father is a Democrat!

So? Holy Fathers come and go, do they not? It’s the office we revere . . . The man with the name, Paul the midnight rider, for instance. “Listen my children and you shall hear . . .” the poet wrote . . . we listen, we pray . . .

Glory be to God and blessed are we all: Ezekiel again, passing on the God of love . . .

The forgiving God . . .

Thus says the LORD:
I will prove the holiness of my great name,
profaned among the nations,
in whose midst you have profaned it.

Oh.

Thus the nations shall know that I am the LORD, says the Lord GOD,
when in their sight I prove my holiness through you.
For I will take you away from among the nations,
gather you from all the foreign lands,
and bring you back to your own land.

Thanks to Him.

I will sprinkle clean water upon you
to cleanse you from all your impurities,
and from all your idols I will cleanse you.

Heavens!

I will give you a new heart and place a new spirit within you,
taking from your bodies your stony hearts
and giving you natural hearts.

Re-making us.

I will put my spirit within you and make you live by my statutes,
careful to observe my decrees.
You shall live in the land I gave your ancestors;
you shall be my people, and I will be your God.

!

Per Knox, offering perhaps new insights:

23 That great renown of mine I mean to vindicate, that is now dragged in the dust among the Gentiles, dragged in the dust because of you. The very Gentiles will recognize my power, the Lord God says, when I proclaim my majesty in their sight by delivering you.

[vv. 20-23. The suggestion is, not that the Israelites in exile brought disgrace on the true religion by their sinfulness, but that the heathen looked with contempt on a God who seemed unable to protect his votaries.]

24 I mean to set you free from the power of the Gentiles, bring you home again from every part of the earth.

25 And then I will pour cleansing streams over you, to purge you from every stain you bear, purge you from the taint of your idolatry.

26 I will give you a new heart, and breathe a new spirit into you; I will take away from your breasts those hearts that are hard as stone, and give you human hearts instead.

27 I will make my spirit penetrate you, so that you will follow in the path of my law, remember and carry out my decrees.

28 So shall you make your home in the land I promised to your fathers; you shall be my people, and I will be your God.

Thus God spoke to his people through His messenger.

Ezekiel the prophet brought bad news to God’s chosen but good too. Ditto Paul to the Romans, who told of Jesus the savior bringing life to our perishable bodies.

Ezekiel delivers the ultimate promise from God, quoting him:

12 Therefore prophesy, and say to them: Thus saith the Lord God: Behold I will open your graves, and will bring you out of your sepulchres, O my people: and will bring you into the land of Israel..

13 And you shall know that I am the Lord, when I shall have opened your sepulchres, and shall have brought you out of your graves, O my people:

Paul tells Romans the same thing:

11 And if the Spirit of him who raised up Jesus from the dead dwells in you, he who raised up Jesus Christ from the dead will give life to your perishable bodies too, for the sake of his Spirit who dwells in you.

This is great news, to say the least. It solves the ultimate mystery. These two short (5th Sunday Lent, 3/9/08) passages lead to John’s long account of the raising of Lazarus.

He’s sick and not long for this world, or so people thought. Jesus decided to use him to make the Ezekiel point about graves opening — and to anticipate the Paul point about resurrection.

The body was in Judea, where they were laying for Jesus. “You’re sure you want to go back there?” his people asked him. He answered mysteriously about a twelve-hour day (of daylight, we presume) and stumbling in the dark, meaning let’s go before it’s dark.

There was the back-and-forth with the dead man’s sister, who unwittingly sets him up for his clinching argument, “I am the resurrection and the life; whoever believes in me, even if he dies, will live, and everyone who lives and believes in me will never die.”

He immediately puts it to her: “Do you believe this?” She can’t say yes fast enough. This was Martha, who got something of a bum rap earlier for getting tied up in housework when something big was happening — the biggest she would ever come up against. It was a mistake she wasn’t going to make twice.

She sends for Mary, who gets up to go and meet Jesus outside of town. “The Jews,” present everywhere you turn in these stories, follow her. She arrives shaking with grief. He catches his breath at the sight: this Mary broken up, racked with sobbing. He groans and cries.

“The Jews” see it. Some of them get nasty about it: “Could not the one who opened the eyes of the blind man have done something so that this man would not have died?”

Jesus goes into action. Roll the stone away, he says. The body will smell awfully, says Martha, the practical one. “Didn’t I tell you not to be that way?” Jesus says. The stone is removed, Jesus prays to the Father, he issues the call: “Lazarus, come out!”

He comes out: “Untie him and let him go,” says Jesus, and the rest is history — the gospel truth, we might say.

As for those “Jews,” they are pretty much understood to be the Jewish authorities. “Johannine [John] Christians” were Jews in conflict on the basic issue of messianic identity. This gospel, a sustained argument for Jesus as messiah, is for Jews who knew Greek, to convert them or to defeat them in an argument.

The late Rev. Raymond Brown, a Catholic scholar of the first water, concedes anti-Jewish sentiment here. At the very least, there was rivalry, sometimes intense. That’s how it was in those days.

I read yesterday . . . about God the stern leader . . . a sudden blow . . . death and destruction . . . Ezekiel the messenger . . . learning the hard way . . .

. . . from Ezekiel 24:15-23:

The word of the LORD came to me:
Son of man, by a sudden blow . . .

. . . the Lord God to His man at the helm, as ever mincing no words . . .

I am taking away from you the delight of your eyes,
but do not mourn or weep or shed any tears.
Groan in silence, make no lament for the dead,

. . . The listener shudders . . .

. . . bind on your turban, put your sandals on your feet,
do not cover your beard, and do not eat the customary bread.

He grips his fist, grits his teeth, tells his listeners, barely able to say it . . .

That evening my wife died,

and the next morning I did as I had been commanded.

The people ask, what about us? He listens, the Lord God “says to the house of Israel,

I will now desecrate my sanctuary, the stronghold of your pride,
the delight of your eyes, the desire of your soul.
The sons and daughters you left behind shall fall by the sword.

If that sounds bad to you, you have got the message.

Ezekiel shall be a sign for you: all that he did you shall do when it happens.

To what end?

It’s how you shall know that I am the LORD.

. . . learning the hard way.

You shall do as I have done, not covering your beards or eating the customary bread. Your turbans shall remain on your heads, your sandals on your feet. You shall not mourn or weep, but you shall rot away because of your sins and shall groan . . .

Here they have the no-nonsense God, speaking through His priest Ezekiel, His ambassador to His chosen people . . .

Or, put another way, more concisely, by translator Knox (further modified), Ezekiel speaking:

The Lord came to me, said he was going to take from me what I love most, told me to shed no tear over it, give into no sighing, show no grief, engage in no mourning.

So it happened. In the morning I told people what He had said, my wife died at sunset. Next day, I did what the Lord had told me to do, and the people were all agog to know the meaning of what I did.

I told them, the Lord has spoken to me, giving me a message for the race of Israel: he means to profane his own sanctuary, that proud boast of yours, which you love so, trembling ever for its safety.

Sons and daughters of yours, left behind at Jerusalem, will die at sword’s point. As I do now, you will do then — no veils on your faces, no mourner look on you, rather heads covered, feet shod, from you neither dole nor lament, but each of you sighing in his neighbour’s ear, ever under the load of your guilt.

Again, God’s people learning the hard way . . .

I read this today, 8 am mass, well attended, in celebration of Mary’s assumption into heaven. Pretty solid stuff, no, very solid. And poetic to beat the band . . .

The passage was (is) from the book of Revelation, better known as the Apocalypse, the last book of the New Testament. Have a look, keeping mind that it’s all about the Assumption.

God’s temple in heaven was opened, and the ark of his covenant could be seen in the temple.

Sets the scene.

A great sign appeared in the sky, a woman clothed with the sun, with the moon under her feet, and on her head a crown of twelve stars.

Yes. Nothing matter-of-fact about it.

She was with child and wailed aloud in pain as she labored to give birth.

Mary, of course. No ordinary mother in labor. But wait.

Then another sign appeared in the sky; it was a huge red dragon, with seven heads and ten horns, and on its heads were seven diadems [crowns].

Satan et al.

Its tail swept away a third of the stars in the sky and hurled them down to the earth.

Then the dragon stood before the woman about to give birth, to devour her child when she gave birth.

Horrors.

She gave birth to a son, a male child, destined to rule all the nations with an iron rod.

Her child was caught up to God and his throne.

The woman herself fled into the desert where she had a place prepared by God.

The author John:

Then I heard a loud voice in heaven say: “Now have salvation and power come, and the Kingdom of our God and the authority of his Anointed One.”

OK. A short, eerie Biblical shot at doing justice to a glorious event.

We make of the short passage what we can, buying into the mystery factor, letting it sink in, exposing the supernaturality of it all, reminding us how Mary is far more than a friend in a high place with our interests in mind (we knew that, of course), but a divinely chosen heroine who faced up to Satan while taking on the near-incredible role for which God chose her.

In a sense, the account does away with the sentimentality factor, especially with the description of the horrible creatures whom she had to defy while filling the role to which God called her.

God bless all. Our Mary Mother of God is an absolute marvel of God’s care for us.

CHAPTER 24 End of road for Fr. Devlin. Has it out with his friend Fr. Dolan. End of book. Author chimes in.

“When you get down to it, that’s the only way to do it,” Devlin told Dolan as they sat on the St. Emma’s front porch about 10 o’clock that night. The crickets were going again. Sunday night traffic was slow on the avenue. The two priests sat in the dark on wicker chairs, looking out onto the parish garden on the set-back front porch of the gray stucco rectory.

“I made the best of it, Terry,” Devlin continued. “Went out with a bang and all that.”

Dolan didn’t say anything.

“They deserved to hear from me on the subject. I couldn’t just fade away. I took my leave officially. I owed them as much.”

“You owed them more,” said Dolan.

“What else?”

“Being a little more gentle about it, for one thing. They didn’t need to get socked with it.”

“They did too.”

“You needed to sock them with it, you mean.”

“Well there you go again, Terry, inquiring into my motives. And commenting on them, to boot. Will you ever accept what I do at face value? You’ve got no use for psychology anyway. Why do you pull it on me?”

“O.K. OK. I shouldn’t talk that way,” said Dolan, throwing up his hands. “You have a right to your own sermon. I never contested that. But this one . . .” He trailed off.

“This one was my most important sermon, Terry. It beat the rest by far.”

“It was the most sensational, you mean. I’ll grant you that.”

“That’s the trouble with you priests.”

Dolan looked at him quickly, then turned back towards the garden and street farther away.

Devlin continued. “You shrink from the sensational. You’re so organization-minded, you don’t want to communicate. You want to say what’s good for the organization.”

Dolan turned to him. “Now stop that.” He held up one hand. “I caught that ‘you priests’ business too, by the way.”

“I’m out. You’re in. I know when I’m an outsider. See you in church if the windows are clean, and all that? Well as of this morning, I’m on the outside looking in.”

“Sure,” said Dolan. “You’re the aggrieved layman now, full of advice.”

“Only preaching what I practice,” said Devlin.

“Bull,” said Dolan.

They sat listening to crickets.

“What are you going to do?” Dolan asked.

“Well, I’m meeting tomorrow with Nate Goodman, who is offering me several entry-level opportunities with potential for early advancement, something suiting my advanced age and considerable achievements.”

“You don’t say.”

“You are looking at a man about to leave the ranks of the disinterested servants of humanity and enter those of the money-grubbers. I will report back in six months or six weeks on how it is out there.”

“Would you please.”

“Nate asked me if I wanted to make money. I said, were there any options? He said I could starve if I wanted to, or at least eat very lightly, sleep outside, that sort of thing. I said I wanted to make money. He said it was good to get that straight from the start, because if I was unsure in the matter, he couldn’t recommend me.”

“If you’re going to grub, you have to be serious about it.”

“Yes, people have to know they can count on you. They have to know you’re committed.”

“What’d you tell him?”

“That I was committed.”

“That’s what you told the previous archbishop twenty-five years ago.”

“If Nate could count on me for twenty-five years, he’d be happy.”

“Twenty-five years ago, both you and the archbishop had more than that in mind,” said Dolan.

“That’s true. As I said in my sermon, I’m not above reproach. As I also said, churches need more people like me.”

“Not if you’re proud of your underachievement or whatever you want to call it.”

“Sexual knee-skinning, I think was the term I used, more or less. I did leave Ginny out of it, however. Better a creative circumlocution than flat-out statement, any time, I say, especially in a repressive society. Did you ever hear that theory, that repressive governments encourage creativity? Writers have to come up with something clever enough to escape the censors, and they produce art in the process. Where anything goes, on the other hand, you get anything.”

“I never heard that theory. Is that why the samizdats are so good?”

“It’s a theory,” said Devlin.

They sat quiet for a few minutes. A fire engine went by, siren moaning.

“Where you gonna live?” Dolan asked.

“At Ginny’s.”

“Oh.”

“What are friends for, anyway? I need a place. She has one. I’m moving in.”

“You’re not broke, are you?”

“Hell no, I’m not broke. You know that.” There was a pause. “That bothers you, doesn’t it? It bothers you most of all that I’m about to go more or less public with an illicit relationship. If I was getting married, even by a judge, you’d feel better, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes, as a matter of fact, I would.”

“There you go, protecting institutions again. This time it’s marriage. You old conservative, moss-backed, traditional R.C. priest, running to the dikes with all five fingers, plugging holes. Save the institutions, full speed ahead.”

“Listen, Dev. You aren’t living apart from those institutions. You may yet be mugged by some punk who never knew family life at all and thinks a pimp’s car is heaven on wheels. Crap on family if you want, but it matters to all of use”

“Sure it does, Terry. But Ginny and I are not exactly storming the bastions of the American family. Give us a little time, O.K.? A little space too, if you don’t mind the expression. A little place of our own, all right? who knows what we may come up with in my delayed adolescence, or whatever it is? We may come back and join St. Emma’s and become pillars of it.

“I can see you now,” said Dolan, “the seven of you in the front pew, coming up with your envelopes at collection time. . .”

“Oh, I see. You’ve got us in a family way, haven’t you? God, you priests are insidious. And five kids? Or did Ginny stay home, and there are six? Or are two of us her parents visiting from Ohio?”

“To see what goes on in a Romish church, right,” said Dolan. “But the kindly veteran pastor is there to win them over, show them his Kiwanis button and drop hints about the Masons, you know, thinking he might join some day, or some of his best friends are Shriners, and so forth.”

“That’s you, the kindly pastor, right? Right, Terry? Still here holding the fort at St. Emma’s?”

“That’s me, Dev. Right. I’ll still be here with my fingers in the dike, saving society from itself. God, if Lacordaire could see me then.”

“Oh yeah, the French preacher. ‘What a life, O priest of Jesus Christ!’ I remember that. He made it look good, didn’t he? It looked good to me once.”

“But it doesn’t any more, does it?”

“Nope. I’m a fallen sparrow now. Not exactly hopeless but a hard case nevertheless,” said Devlin. Then a huge smile wreathed his face. He stood up. “I’m going to bed, Terry. Tomorrow I pack. I’ll be gone by noon.”

Dolan stood in the darkness and put out his hand. Devlin took it and squeezed, then put both hands on Dolan’s shoulders and squeezed again. Then he went inside for his last night in the rectory.

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Author chimes in. He’s glad he discovered the text some months ago, in a long undisturbed file cabinet. He recalls writing it and being pleased with himself about it. Keep in mind it’s fictitious and implies no all-around approval of positions taken by its fictitious characters.

In any case, the book was written in the early 40s, remember, when he was in his early 50s and can be forgiven for lacking the ages-old wisdom of one in his middle 90s, right???

One final note, this about himself and early episodes as of 2009!!!