Showing posts with label St. Nicholas du Chardonnet. Show all posts
Showing posts with label St. Nicholas du Chardonnet. Show all posts

Saturday, January 27, 2018

Liturgical Dance is So Very, Very Awesome




One of the best things about the liturgical reform of the '60s and '70s was dance, that's right, liturgical dance. Have a gaze at the above infofovideo's distillation of 2000 years of Christian worshiping expression, the best we can offer to God as an act of spiritual sacrifice.




No wonder the liturgical reform succeeded in filling the pews, except that it didn't. Similar, when you think about it, to women priest and bishop figures.




Do you remember how they claimed no one would take us seriously if we didn't ordain women and now gender fluid transsexuals? Said, and continue to say, the dancing bishops and their Mantid friends.




Regardless, this small kebab stand on the *net superhighway is dedicated to uplift as well as being a stealth site for Russian bots to take over our great democracy. So here's a counterbalance, the liturgy of the West.

Europe is the Faith. 

Ignore that at your peril,

LSP 

Saturday, December 19, 2015

Anglo-Catholics, This One's For You. A Confession




I know it's terribly confusing, but there's a movement, or a shadow of a movement, within Anglicanism that asserts catholicity for our part of the church. Scripture, creeds, sacraments, apostolic tradition, piety, liturgy, salvation, the nature of the church herself, all these and more are viewed and believed in through a catholic lens.

Now, as a part of this movement, such as it is today, I have a confession to make -- and yes, make yours before Christmas, if you can -- there was a time, not so long ago in the greater scheme of things, when I felt that if I didn't have this:



St. Nicholas du Chardonnet


I wasn't somehow cutting it. But I got this:




Rural missions in Texas. Not shrines in Boston, New York, Philly, Chicago, or even Texas, for that matter. And you know what, I don't feel shortchanged for a moment.

Don't get me wrong, I love a Solemn High Mass as much as I loathe, scorn and despise liturgical dance, or the monstrous regiment of priestesses, women bishop figures and associated clowns. But here's the thing -- don't let yourself become that most ridiculous and pathetic of creatures, a church snob. God will surprise you. In my case, that's been for the good.


Don't Teacup, Fool

In related news, I've reminded the bishop that it'd make a lot of sense to put a new rule in place regarding postulants for ordination. Viz. If you can't ride and you don't shoot, you can't get in.

That is all.

Your Old Pal,

LSP