Chaput, Sarah, and Schneider Weigh in on Our Troubled Times – Crisis Magazine

This writer is a Solomon come to judgment.

When we look at the contemporary ecclesial landscape, we should never limit what the Holy Spirit can do, but any optimism needs to be tempered by certain realities.

For example, in looking at the Catholic Church in America, (1) our de facto leader is the heterodox, zeitgeist puppet Cardinal Blaise Cupich; (2) homosexualist priest Fr. James Martin has been given almost carte blanche in peddling his lavender gospel; and (3) the USCCB voted 137-83, with three abstaining, to not encourage the Holy See to release all documents concerning allegations of sexual misconduct by the recently defrocked ex-Cardinal McCarrick.

He is Jonathan B. Coe, one of a stable of writers for Crisis Mag whom I must call prophetic. In this long, richly sourced piece, he flays U.S. bishops, comparing most of them to past majorities of bishops in church history who made the outlook blank indeed for the Church, looking to the three mentioned above who indeed speak truth to the power of today’s majorities.

Minister Friendly . . .

Dust thou art . . .

Dominus Vobiscum: Notes from a massgoer's underground

We are almost done with the penitential season, but it’s not too late to take note of what happened to the ages-old message that came with the ashes . . .

In the spring of ’02, I dropped in at Old St. Pat’s on Ash Wednesday for my annual reminder that I am dust and unto dust will return — good to keep in mind when I am tempted to take pride in my considerable accomplishments — only to be told by a feverishly smiling 35-ish woman-with-ashes that God loves me, or something like it. She did not tell me to have a nice day, I’ll give her that.

I believe God loves me and can hardly object to being reminded of it. But what about paths of glory leading to the grave and all that, in this case the time-honored “Dust thou art, and unto dust thou…

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