What do closed Church buildings on Sunday, rocks shows at Mass, and the March 25 consecration of humanity all have in common? Answer: Prideful Modernism, and we are its victims.
I initially intended to use this space to explain in great detail why Francis’ March 25 consecration did not satisfy the Blessed Virgin Mary’s requests to Sister Lucia for the Pope to consecrate Russia to her Immaculate Heart in union with the bishops.
Instead, however, because there are SOOO many commentators out there talking about the consecration, I will just briefly touch on it and then tell you about my own real-life encounter with Modernism this past weekend after the consecration took place.
The March 25 Consecration of Humanity
This failure to consecrate Russia to the Immaculate Heart (not all of humanity especially Russia and Ukraine) should not be surprising because those in the post-Vatican II church hierarchy and professional Catholic media have been telling us for years that the Fatima consecration was already done. Why would they need to do it again? Nor did Francis say he ever had any intention of making the Fatima consecration that the BVM requested of the Pope. Just re-read the Freemasonic encyclical letter Fratelli Tutti and you will understand why Francis carefully chose the words he did—humanity—humanity—humanity.
Rather than use an entire post to defend my opinion, it’s just easier to recommend listening to Fr. Isaac Mary Relyea’s short video on the subject, which matches up closely with my opinion, although I also take the position that Benedict is likely still the Pope in the first place, which would negate the whole thing.
Having said my piece on the subject, I don’t blame those in traditional Catholic circles who are desperately trying to find a way to fit this square peg in the circular hole. I get it—we all want Russia to be converted.
I also really do not blame those who keep their hopes alive that war will come to an end or that prayed along with Francis on March 25. This Ukraine conflict may very well come to an end soon. But if it does, there will be more endless social media debates over whether it was because of the consecration.
And this leads me to my real point for this article: the problem in my mind lies with the Modernists in the Antichurch hierarchy who routinely put the faithful in these awful positions.
Think about it, there is no reason why any of us should even be having a debate over whether the consecration satisfied the BVM’s request to Sister Lucia. As noted by Fr. David Nix, it will be obvious when that consecration is done because you only need nine words to accomplish it, not over 1100 words where grown adults are forced to do grammar school sentence diagrams to figure out what Francis was doing with the wording.
Open Saloons—Closed Churches
With that said, I wanted to share an experience that happened to me last weekend on Sunday and why I could not help but to tie these events back to the emotional and intellectual abuse Modernists love to subject the faithful to such as the faux March 25 consecration.
I spent some time after attending Mass with a disabled family member of mine who lives in a group home across town. After the visit, while driving home, I passed a Catholic Church where my aunt was married in the early 1970’s. The building itself was built around 1920 so I thought it would be neat to just stop in, look around, and say a Rosary. The last Mass of the day ended about one hour earlier according to its website and posted times outside the building, so I didn’t think there would be any problem getting in.
Well, sure enough, at about 12:30 P.M. in the afternoon, I went to open the door of this church and it was locked—completely locked. Front doors shut and all the side doors, including to the parish community hall attached to the original church building were all closed and locked. No sign of life—more like Fort Knox.
Here I was, on a beautiful 60 degree, sunny Sunday afternoon, pulling on the doors like an idiot thinking they might just be stuck or too heavy for me to open, and this Catholic Church was empty and closed about an hour after the last Mass ended.
I could not help but look down the street, one block away, and saw a redeveloped local “downtown” main street area with restaurants and bars that were bustling—filled with families and young adults eating and drinking outside.
“Fine,” I told myself, “I’m sure there’s some good reason why this church is shut down on an early Sunday afternoon. I’ll move on.” I really wanted to get into a Church to pray a Rosary. I just didn’t think it would be that hard to do on a Sunday.
Sacrifice of the Holy Rock Band
I then decided to travel down the interstate towards home but make a stop at another parish, the one my grandfather attended growing up. It too was a beautiful building, built in 1915 to serve the growing Italian immigrant population at the time, including my grandfather’s family.
It truly is one of the most beautiful churches in the area. And sure enough, the doors in the back of the nave (the front doors of the church building facing the street) were unlocked with quite a few cars outside. I decided to go in and soak in the reverence of an old-style Catholic Church and perhaps experience some familial nostalgia. I love to think about what it must have been like for my young grandparents to attend a reverent Mass when the world was much slower and simpler.
Not only were the doors open, but it was almost full of people, although the area is no longer Italian. The nave of the church was filled with families—mostly of Hispanic heritage now.
There was a small narthex or vestibule before you enter the nave, although the door was open so I could see the tabernacle placed behind the Vatican II Cramner table altar installed probably at the same time the communion rails were ripped out in the spirit of Vatican II.
Off to the side in the narthex was a little cove with a statue of the Blessed Virgin Mary, a pieta statue with the Blessed Mother cradling the crucified Christ in her arms. I could tell the statue was old, had some cobwebs and probably sat in this little cove for decades. It was enclosed behind a metal gate, which thankfully was not locked—so I went in and was by myself.
The reason I chose to go into the cove was because a novus ordo Mass was being celebrated at the same time. It was a Spanish language Mass, certainly done to serve the local neighborhood residents. Although I have significant problems with the New Mass, I was at least happy to see so many families, young ones, filling the pews with a lot of children.
As I knelt in front of the sorrowful Mary to say a Rosary while the Mass was being celebrated, the entire building began to shake. Yes, what sounded like a rock and roll band began to play with tremendously loud singing. The bass of the drums rocked the building with music that was not just unintelligible because the lyrics were in Spanish but because it was so loud. The cacophony of mixed drums, guitars, Spanish lyrics was overwhelming and just kept going and going… no doubt made worse because of the high brick walls of the old building designed to lift the silent prayers of the faithful up to Heaven.
I can’t explain to you what this was like other than it was a like attending a rock show where I needed to cover my ears and eyes just to think. Yes, it was that bad. This made me sad. I was determined to finish my Rosary and I did, although I went through it a little quicker than normal.
Can you even imagine a rock band playing at the foot of the Cross as Christ expires after suffocating to death with his own mother at His feet—praying and yet so sorrowful? Well, that’s what is happening in parishes around the world every Sunday, over and over, as the Sacrifice of the Holy Mass is mocked by those who are charged with preserving it. God really must love us—just as he continued to love St. Peter even after he denied the Lord three times.
But I didn’t just feel sad for the Blessed Mother; I don’t think she needs my sympathy. I truly felt bad for the parishioners in attendance. Presumably, they go to Mass not to be entertained but to worship God the way He wants to be worshiped. They attend that Mass and subject themselves to what happens there because the Church authorities tell them that’s the way Mass should be, or at least what they should expect. I doubt hardly any of those parishioners in attendance at that Spanish language New Mass has ever experienced anything like the Mass my grandparents experienced in that very same building 70 years ago. That’s because they, along with the rest of us, have been robbed of our traditions by Modernism.
Pride Fuels Modernism
But this brings me back to the March 25 mockery of a consecration. The problem with the church building being closed on Sundays while the saloons are open to the public or rock bands playing during the Sacrifice of the Holy Mass is the same as that with the March 25 consecration.
The problem does not lie with the faithful or those who are trying to be obedient to God and the Church. In many cases, the problem does not even lie with the priests or local clergy who are trying to do the best they can under the circumstances that their Bishops place them in.
The problem lies with the Modernist heretics who control the Vatican and their unscrupulous henchmen spread throughout the world who reject real Catholicism, the faith and routinely mislead the faithful about what the Church teaches while cheating them out of their birthright as baptized Catholics.
These clerics who seized control of the Church at Vatican II and now control the real estate but not the faith, robbed the faithful of what it means to be Catholic. They told us it was okay to conform our lives to the world’s values and that the Church must change to keep up with modernity.
In fact, that’s exactly what the defenders of the March 25 consecration tell us: “the world has changed since Lucia received the BVM’s message,” “we can’t do it exactly the way she wanted now,” “we need to adapt the consecration prayer to the times,” because “God will accept what we do no matter what the words or context may be.” Even if, apparently, the consecration looked like someone at the local Masonic blue lodge wrote it while reading Fratelli Tutti on the back of a cereal box at the breakfast able.
Pope St. Pius X taught us about the cause of Modernism:
It is pride which fills Modernists with that confidence in themselves and leads them to hold themselves up as the rule for all, pride which puffs them up with that vainglory which allows them to regard themselves as the sole possessors of knowledge, and makes them say, inflated with presumption…it is pride which rouses in them the spirit of disobedience and causes them to demand a compromise between authority and liberty… Pascendi Dominici Gregis, para. 40.
It is this Modernist pride that oozes from the veins of those who would allow parish churches to shut down on Sundays and that not only allow but often promote turning the Sacrifice of the Holy Mass into a rock band show. It is this same pride that permits a man such a Jorge Bergoglio to sit in St. Peter’s Basilica knowing full well that Pope Benedict is sitting alone in his apartment a few yards away and consecrate “humanity” to the Immaculate Heart, a completely non-Catholic/Freemasonic concept, when he knows the Mother of God asked for something else and for a different reason.
No—I don’t blame those who want to be obedient to God, maintain hope for the conversion of Russia, and just want to be able to live out their Catholic faith in this world of chaos and corruption. I blame those who make it almost impossible to do so in the first place.