…based on whom you’re not allowed to criticize.
In one week, Cdl. Dolan has not only knelt down before civil-liberty scruples–or the heresy of Americanism–but also come out as the grand marshall of the 2015 St. Patrick’s Day Parade in New York, when, for the first time, gay pride groups will openly march on behalf of their sexual proclivities.
It used to be cool to call for more spine, as much from our fellow Catholics as from our bishops, but now a saccharine shell of unity and an entrenched campaign of emotive evangelism has made everyone afraid to say “boo!” even to the devil. As Msgr. Charles Pope reminded us–before his message was summarily erased from the diocesan website–the time for political coyness is long gone.* Gird up your loins, strengthen your feeble knees, walk and talk like adults committed to, and humbly claimed by, the truth.
But aye, there’s the rub. Perhaps the one thing beta bishops and beta believers can’t stand is a clear, uncompromising Christian virility (i.e. virtue). Look around you. We’re swimming in a teenybopper Church. May we spit out the lukewarm pacifier (even in the papal flavor), and instead nourish our souls on prayer, penance, and steady passages of Scripture. Sadly, though, we know aggiornamento has failed because even common sense is extirpated as reactionary dissent.
* Officially: Pope more Catholic than pope.