{"id":6881,"date":"2013-01-18T12:33:03","date_gmt":"2013-01-18T18:33:03","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.patheos.com\/blogs\/diaryofawimpycatholic\/?p=6881"},"modified":"2015-03-13T15:02:10","modified_gmt":"2015-03-13T21:02:10","slug":"next-stop-trent","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.patheos.com\/blogs\/diaryofawimpycatholic\/2013\/01\/next-stop-trent\/","title":{"rendered":"Next Stop: Trent?"},"content":{"rendered":"<!DOCTYPE html PUBLIC \"-\/\/W3C\/\/DTD HTML 4.0 Transitional\/\/EN\" \"http:\/\/www.w3.org\/TR\/REC-html40\/loose.dtd\">\n<html><head><meta http-equiv=\"content-type\" content=\"text\/html; charset=utf-8\"><meta http-equiv=\"content-type\" content=\"text\/html; charset=utf-8\"><\/head><body><p>This Sunday, I\u2019m attending a Latin Mass.  There, it\u2019s decided.  I could hardly call myself a <em>fl\u00e2neur <\/em>of Catholic culture otherwise.  Never having taken a knee at the Porziuncola or the Holy Sepulchre, never having set so much as a single toe on the Camino \u2014 all these omissions, I think, are forgivable, given budgetary constraints.  But never having heard a single Latin Mass when it\u2019s offered in my own diocese is just plain laziness.  <\/p>\n<p>I\u2019ve always been a bit of an experience junkie.  My checkered life has led me into swingers\u2019 clubs, Mexican cantinas, Hong Kong tattoo parlors, Russian gangster hangouts, and subprime mortgage brokerages.  In each case, I had to repress a natural revulsion \u2014 that was most of the fun.  In each case, the awkwardness evaporated within a few minutes, along with the novelty.  By contrast, deciding to go Tridentine, even as a one-off, has been a bear, a resolution arrived at only after many evenings of huffing and wall-punching and chain-smoking.  Just writing about it makes me seize up \u2014 at the rate I\u2019m going, I\u2019ll probably suffer a psychotic collapse when the first drop of salty water hits me.  <\/p>\n<p>The ick factor comes from the association I\u2019d formed between the Tridentine Rite and anti-Semitism.  Never mind the line in the Good Friday liturgy about praying for the Jews, or even the line in the old Good Friday liturgy about about praying for faithless Jews.  You can be a supercessionist without being a hater.  But then, minus <i>Nostra Aetate<\/i> \u2014 introduced a few years before the Mass of Paul VI, and rejected by some traditionalists along with it \u2014 Jew-hatred gets automatically downgraded from a serious moral failing to an unpleasant quirk, like B.O.  The Society of St. Pius X put up with decades of it from Bishop Williamson.  Just recently, SSPX head Archbishop Fellay proved Williamson wasn\u2019t a total oddball <a href=\"http:\/\/www.huffingtonpost.com\/2013\/01\/07\/bernard-fellay-jews-enemies-of-the-church-radical-catholic-sect_n_2425711.html\" class=\" decorated-link\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"nofollow\">by going completely Bobby Fischer in his own right.<\/a>  In an address to followers at Our Lady of Mount Carmel Chapel, Fellay asked, \u201cWho, during [negotiations with the Vatican], was the most opposed that the Church would recognize the Society? The enemies of the Church. The Jews, the Masons, the Modernists.\u201d  <\/p>\n<p>Forget the bigotry, forget the self-serving intellectual shabbiness.  That statement\u2019s most repellent quality is its ungraciousness \u2014 ungraciousness to Benedict and Cardinal Castrillon, whose reputations have already taken hits on SSPX\u2019s account; ungraciousness to all the decent trads who look up to Fellay and have pleaded his cause with skeptics; ungraciousness to more or less faithful Catholics like me who\u2019ve gritted our teeth and smothered our doubts and hoped and prayed that the Vatican knew what it was doing.  Frenchy cut the cheese right in our faces.<\/p>\n<p>He ought to be ashamed of himself.  But he isn\u2019t, and he won\u2019t ever be.  To his way of thinking, because he\u2019s got the Latin Mass, he\u2019s got the moral right of way.  The Mass, then, is a perfect aegis for assholes.<\/p>\n<p>But of course, that\u2019s not all it is.  I used to know a woman who belonged to a sedevacantist sect.  (To take her account at face value, her head bishop was a perfectly sane, pastoral, gentlemanly guy with no particular animus against Jews or anyone else.)  During her early childhood, she and her family lived far away from any of the sect\u2019s few churches.  They took their Latin Mass wherever they could get it \u2014 sometimes in a motel room rented for the occasion by an itinerant priest.  Now that\u2019s an image to conjure with: two or three families bowing their heads and straining to tune out the crack-smokers in the next room while a fresh-faced kid in a fancy stole recites the <em>confiteor<\/em>.  It speaks to a catacombs level of commitment deserving of respect.  If the draw was in the Latin, well\u2026that\u2019s a point in its favor.<\/p>\n<p>The signs of the times seem to say that Latin, along with traddishness in general, is staging a creeping comeback.  In April of 2010, Washington D.C.\u2019s Basilica of the National Shrine of the Immaculate Conception featured a Pontifical Mass in the Extraordinary Form.  A Paulus Institute press release called it \u201cgloriously reverent,\u201d and, indeed, it must have been a hit with somebody, because the following year Archbishop DiNoia of the Vatican\u2019s Conrgegation for Divine Worship celebrated a Solemn Pontifical High Mass in the very same place.  Just last week, in an about-face no less stunning than Christopher Hitchens\u2019 endorsement for the Global War on Terror, Deacon Greg Kandra <a href=\"http:\/\/www.patheos.com\/Catholic\/Communion-Rails-Deacon-Greg-Kandra-01-15-2013.html\" class=\" decorated-link\" target=\"_blank\">called for the re-introduction of Communion rails.<\/a>  True, he made no specific reference to Latin, but he must know the camel and the tent too well to suppose that people can go on kneeling in the vernacular forever.<\/p>\n<p>So, it would be nice, then \u2014 really comforting \u2014 to run with the image of the Best Western conventicle; to write off Fellay and his followers as a million isolated cases; to refute any connection between crankishness and a flair for the fruits of Trent.  It\u2019d be nice, but it\u2019d be hard.  Too often does one hear the words <i>Novus Ordo<\/i> used as a weapon, a nifty synedoche for every species of moral degeneracy the speaker wishes to pin on his opponent.  In the mouth of a pro, it can sound impressive.  Fr. Clement Procopio, formerly a priest in the Diocese of Phoenix, demonstrates as much <a href=\"http:\/\/www.angelusonline.org\/index.php?section=articles&amp;subsection=show_article&amp;article_id=2204\" class=\" decorated-link\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"nofollow\">here, in the letter where he tells his bishop what\u2019s what:<\/a><\/p>\n<blockquote><p>What you should be saddened by, however, as all of us should be, is what has happened to the Catholic Church since Vatican II. That revolution is what brought about changes in doctrine, such as, false ecumenism of a Cosmic Christ that doesn\u2019t exist, universal salvation in which all are automatically saved, distorted notions of religious liberty that eliminated Christ as King of the Universe; changes in morals such as immoral sex education in the Catholic schools, the defense of homosexuality, a sin that cries to Heaven for vengeance, that has resulted in the glaring scandals in the priesthood and in the hierarchy; changes in the liturgy, like substituting the Mass of All Ages, instituted by Christ, with a Masonic Protestantized Novus Ordo Mass, that was concocted precisely with the intention of destroying the True Mass and the whole Catholic Church, by lending itself to all kinds of abuses, sacrileges and circuses at the altar, resulting in disastrous effects, such as the loss of many vocations, the loss of faith, the loss of discipline, etc. etc.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>Fr. Procopio was last seen in Malibu, presiding at he Oratory of the Holy Family, Mel Gibson\u2019s private chapel.  No doubt it\u2019s a good fit for him, but even Latin-lovers who are less openly defiant tend to define themselves less by what they\u2019re for than what they\u2019re against.  Consider the defunct but still mesmerizing trad blog <a href=\"http:\/\/catholic-caveman.blogspot.com\/2009_06_01_archive.html\" class=\" decorated-link\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"nofollow\">Lair of the Catholic Cavemen.<\/a>  To give contributors due credit, they might have been the last Catholic writers in America who didn\u2019t sound as though their best friends were Hobbits.  On the bad, well, they\u2019re mighty quick on the draw.  To them, Cardinal George is \u201ca veritable tower of Jell-O.\u201d  Archbishop Niederauer and others are guilty of \u201cingratiating themselves to the Sons of Sodom.\u201d  John Paul II\u2019s dialogue with Jews was a \u201cturd bloom,\u201d and John Paul himself \u201ca very ineffective and even weaker pope who allowed abuse upon abuse to be heaped upon The Bride of Christ.\u201d  And these guys are in full Communion.<\/p>\n<p>Plenty of reasonable-sounding people have made plenty of reasonable-sounding arguments in favor of the Latin Mass.  Many tout the aesthetics \u2014 the euphonious qualities of the Latin language itself, and of Gregorian chants.  My problem is I\u2019m insensible to all of it.  My furniture comes from Ikea; my favorite songs are novelty songs.  If it weren\u2019t for bad taste, I\u2019d have no taste at all.  What I do have a connoisseur\u2019s eye for \u2014 what draws me like the proverbial flame draws the proverbial moth \u2014 is disgruntlement, especially the kind that verges on looniedom.  If frustration and protest were languages, I could write the grammar.  Probably, the only meaning I\u2019m capable for finding in the Latin Mass is one absent from the rubrics, namely, a middle finger hoisted against modern society.<\/p>\n<p>And part of me understands the hand that hoists the finger all too well.  I turned 41 yesterday, and the occasion of my birthday brought me face-to-face with the realization that I no longer understand the world I\u2019m living in (and helped to build).  Reddit, drone strikes, <em>Twilight<\/em>, the new generation of Windsors, naked Lena Dunham \u2014 all of these have plenty to recommend them, but to me but they look like products of an alien culture, one I\u2019ll never wholly adapt to.  My views and expectations were formed in a simpler time, the 1990s. (Bill!  Monica!  Jerry!  Elaine!  Bud!  Kelly!  What <em>happened <\/em>to you all?)  I doubt I\u2019ll ever qualify as a Catholic caveman, but I am, increasingly, surrendering to the laws of human nature by hardening into a fossil.<\/p>\n<p>I suppose what I\u2019m trying to do here \u2014 being a liberal and potential candidate for the archepiscopal see of Canterbury \u2014 is a little bit of old-fashioned bridge-building.  I don\u2019t think I\u2019ll ever find much to say to Fellay, but to the faithful trads whose views on the Jewish people are appreciably softened by the times, I\u2019d like to be able to say, \u201cYeah, I\u2019ve been to your Mass, and it was okay.\u201d  As common ground goes, alienation may be as good as any; I suspect it\u2019ll furnish the vocabulary with which to translate its appeal into my own terms.  Trads talk up modesty and reverence; I say, \u201cAha!  Nobody is going to rattle my cage by looking too sexy.\u201d  They plug a re-focusing on God; I say, \u201cAha! I don\u2019t have to pay attention to other people.\u201d  With this kind of active, interested listening, you could end a war.   <\/p>\n<\/body><\/html>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>This Sunday, I\u2019m attending a Latin Mass. There, it\u2019s decided. I could hardly call myself a fl\u00e2neur of Catholic culture otherwise. 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