Virile Meekness
- Pompous Maximus
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The upcoming consecrations are an action that will reverberate for centuries in the Church. It’s a continuation of Archbishop Lefebvre's necessary project in response to the tragic drift of Rome, on behalf of every faithful Catholic who ever was or ever will be. Like the arms of Christ on the cross, reaching east and west, past and future, for all eternity, the Society’s custody of tradition will eventually be the Church’s restoration.
As Catholics we must always keep the compass of Christ in mind.
There is a great injustice in the land. It’s a fact of life. The murder of Christ, perfection Himself, by human kind, and the continuing worldly denial of His pre-eminence as the way, the truth, and the life; should instruct us.
Pol pot died in his bed. Comfy, resting, peaceful. Not beaten and hung on a cross.
If there was no God, this would be a problem.
But there is and He sorts it out. The criminal worldlings, regardless of what it may seem, get their judgement like everyone else. Eternity in Hell is a long time.
St. Paul on the subject. “Revenge not yourselves, my dearly beloved; but give place unto wrath, for it is written: Revenge is mine, I will repay, saith the Lord.” Romans 12:19
The great sorting will come for all of us. That should govern our here below. Worldings like to call God’s bluff but in the end they’ve damned themselves.
The Society and Pagliarani have done well to be moderate, filial, and matter-of-fact, in their approach. Measured, charitable. That takes a certain amount of virtue I just don’t have. If I was Pagliarani, I would have not had the composure or even fortitude to follow through with a meeting with “heal me with your mouth hole” Fernandez, Rome’s chosen diplomatic envoy. I would have made an attempt at notifying Leo with something to the effect of “You’re sending the fruitcake eroticist? You can’t be serious”
The fact that the Society is proceeding regardless should be read as a virile meekness, not weakness or confusion.
The SSPX has the moral high ground and that matters. All the pearl clutching, the what abouts, the playing ball with Rome, how dare they! The trad-fluencers, whether they be quietist controlled opposition or screeching traddie purists who would like a return to the catacombs, suffer from niche maintenance disorder.*(see below)
To this sinner it doesn’t matter. I think, and I am right, that what matters most in this continuation of the project of tradition, is for the first time the SSPX seems to have the moral upper hand and Rome looks like the hypocrite bully they actually are.
But that’s me.
We all want blood. We want heads to roll. The marginal lives we’ve been forced to live, the persecution. The bonkers world we’ve had to deal with.
Vengeance is mine, says the Lord.
Well dang! There goes the counter-revolution to modernism.
Psyche!
The history speaks as well.
The 20,000 foot view. Lefebvre does his thing in 1988. Gets excommunicated with an asterisk, his intent was not severance. Rome recants excommunication with an asterisk, Benedict lifts. Then the narrative becomes “these guys are icky, they have cooties.” Further on, “they are totally in impartial communion” and “schism!.”
The argument and timeline are incoherent.
If true, why did it grow for the reasons it did? What is impartial communion? Can a body of priests, heck an individual, be partially in the Church? If they are partially in, where does the N.O. Bishop stand who admits the SSPX access to a diocesan Church- for the celebration of a public sacrament? Is he out too? Can an entire body of people be schism-ed?
Isn’t schism a personal thing as Suarez, Bellarmine, and Aquinas relate it? One must intend to separate oneself from the See - the SSPX has never done such a thing. The current filial posture is proof of just that. Canon law has always marked the boundary, but God adjudicates each soul.
The narrative on this has always been political, nothing else.
Politics, the great bitch of the world, used by the hierarchs, on their own people. The shepherds reach their flock a stone, on the reg. “Or what man is there among you, of whom if his son shall ask bread, will he reach him a stone? Or if he shall ask him a fish, will he reach him a serpent?”
I would like my parents to revert, they have fallen away long ago. To my great distress they have not listened to me. This is not for lack of rhetoric. Unfortunately, talking them back in has not worked.
But do you know what has seemed to have an effect?
Grinding in life, with a smile (most days), with all the kids, principles upheld long term.
An actual ordering of the soul, matched with practical and faithful action. Blemishes and all.
Is that not what the Society is doing right now?
Of course, it's not as satisfying as blood running in the streets and imprisonment. My definition of justice for hierarchs who abdicate their sacred duty.
But they’ll get sorted after all.
*NMD™ is a condition which is observed in most Catholic media personalities, traditional or otherwise. It presents in never ending controversy dependence, audience capture, and a chronic acute allergy to any resolution. Symptoms typically include frequent hot takes, a Substack, and at times, well crafted but strategic ambiguity on anything previously settled. Although to date there is no known cure, the disorder’s ravages may be mitigated by first turning off your electronic device, going outside, going to Mass and confession, and the most powerful salve - fulfilling your state in life above all else.