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The State vs. Frankie
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PENNSYLVANIA: over a thousand children and youths were raped by over 300 homosexual priests. Three hundred! Three hundred! The number is staggering! |
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MASSACHUSETTS: “At least 789 children and probably more than 1,000 have been sexually abused by 250 priests in Massachusetts.” (New York Times) If the Archdiocese ever comes clean, the numbers in Pennsylvania will very likely pall before the overwhelming predation of children, minors, youths, and young men that has occurred here is sacristies, rectories, and seminaries. |
Over the years in my own parish (typical Novus Ordo) I
knew, over the years, that certain priests were homosexual (the sashaying,
lisping, the feminine hand gestures, the many movements we associate
with women) and was once even propositioned in the Confessional in a
Church the next town over.
One priest at my parish left the priesthood (presumably) to “marry”
another priest. I would never have suspected him. Never. And that
is scary. No feminine gestures. No clues — which means that you
cannot tell — until the hand is on your thigh. At Saint John’s Seminary
in Brighton in the late 70’s I attended some “Days of Recollection”
for young men considering the priesthood. At once I could sense, see,
the femininity of the young men — and more troubling still, the priests
themselves who led the “Days of Recollection.” After attending several
times I found myself set apart and alone …. marginalized — presumably
because it must have been apparent that I was not one of the girls.
The atmosphere was permeated by homosexuality … without the merest hint
of the “odor of sanctity”.
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FUMIGATE IT! |
Saint John’s Seminary in Brighton, Massachusetts, was (and probably still is) in desperate need of fumigation. It reeked of homosexuality. I considered contacting the Chancery about this openly scandalous state of affairs but had learned that any letter to any bishop was answered politely but dismissively by one of his assistants (who himself may have been homosexual and not particularly sympathetic to any request for addressing the issue.)
Talking
with other young men later — who were married and with children — their
experience was the same. They chose the vocation to the
priesthood but were not allowed to go beyond the pink
doors — because they were straight, or worse still, straight and
adherent to Church teaching. After much soul-searching they found
their vocation elsewhere — just as I did. There were, I found,
lots of vocations to the priesthood — but their fidelity
and masculinity were an impediment that did not sit well with
those who made the decisions. No scent of Lavender? Then the Pink
Door slams in your face.
Religious Orders? Fumigate them, too
As I searched and searched for a Religious Order (surely Religious Orders were not infected …) as an External Postulant for the Capuchin Franciscans (who, at the time, had a monastery in Milton) my Vocation Director, a certain Father Matthias, asked me if I believed all that the Church taught. Unhesitatingly I truthfully answered “yes”. WRONG ANSWER! “No”, he replied at once. “We must question.” The Catholic Church?
As a philosophy student in graduate school I well knew the subtleties of inquiry together with the spurious and absurd “imperative” that a scholar — especially in philosophy — accept nothing as certain (the “doctrine” of nearly every university in America). “That is not good”, Father Matthias continued — as I processed in my mind everything from Saints Augustine, Thomas Aquinas, Duns Scotus, Saint Anselm and a dozen others as we walked. I briefly wondered if I had wandered into a Jesuit retreat house. They, too, lost God after Vatican II. But Father Matthias wore a habit — that more than likely cloaked his disbelief. Jesuits do not and are generally contemptuously unapologetic about it. I thought of a Barren Fig Tree.
But Father Matthias was the one whose skewed and illogical “spirituality” I had to get around if I hoped to make it to the Order’s main monastery in Garrison, NY (now The Garrison Institute for Transformational and Contemplative Ecology — a non-sectarian pseudo-sanitarium dedicated to “The Science of Contemplative Practice and neuroplasticity” where people actually pay to be indoctrinated with “climate change and environmental advocacy, neuro-, behavioral and evolutionary economics, psychology, social networking, policy-making, and investing and social media to work together on ways to shift behavior on a large enough scale to realize substantial emissions reductions.” It’s true.
I never made it to Garrison because God had other plans for me that included a wife and four children — I never looked back.
But now, over my shoulder, and with inexpressible anguish in my heart — I see Rome burning. And Nero fiddling.
I find it ... queer ... that the vast majority of this homosexual insinuation into the priesthood — and the subsequent horrendous rape of our children and the perversion of Catholic morality — occurred in the years following the “ecumenical” decadence we have come to know as Vatican II and its abjuration of the One, True, Holy and Catholic Church — that preceded it for 2000 years ... and which ever survives those who lay siege to Her?
Aggiornamento! Ah, the reek of the world that rushed in when John XXIII — of unhappy memory — famously “flung open the windows”! How the incense of all that is holy poured out — while the effluence and fume of the world seeped in!
Geoffrey
K. Mondello
Editor
Boston Catholic Journal
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